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lvvvyi · 10 months
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03 : Steven Grant ✧
C.W : gn!dom!reader ; ma'am/sir title ; overstimulation Cond. Notice : monthly post (?)
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"N-Not another one, please..."
He raspily moans into your neck as your hand speeds up on his cock, with the other keeping his hips in place. You hum in response, but don’t stop your movements. Steven couldn’t take another orgasm as the feeling rose across his body again. His hands grip your arms with white knuckles.
"Please, Ma'am/Sir, please, please, I ca-" Steven cries out for you, begging you to stop, but you both know that stopping will just make him crave this more. 
You just glance at him adoringly, not taking into account anything coming out of his mouth but those soft whines and whimpers. His tousled hair digs into your collarbone, making you move your hand to play with it. You can feel his breathing turn heavier and his thighs tremble against your hand. You hover your lips over his ear, and after biting the shell, you decide to speak up.
"I think you can do it, love, you can give me another." You whisper soothingly as your hand doesn’t stop its speed. Steven couldn’t even move to face you, as the pleasure was building up too quickly. Minutes after rambling praises to him, he spurts all over your hand, some even landing on his stomach, and so you still your hand around him.
"Good boy, there we go, dear..." The phrase piques his interest in his tired state, making Steven stare at you lovingly. His grip loosens on your arms as his body catches up with his feelings. You stroked his hair in a calming manner, but you’re far from being done with him, and neither was he.
Cock still hardened, you start with a softer stroke, and Steven lets out a slow groan at the movement. His eyes start to well up, and the tightening grip on your arms is back. You whisper sweet ministrations to him while grinning at him. So fucked out, even begging you to stop, but here he is bucking into your hand, silently wanting more.
"You can give me a final one, right, love?"
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yourftmfriend · 1 year
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wanna have steven sit on my face,, afab, amab, idc just wanna make him cry from pleasure🥰🥰
Oh hell fucking yea
Oh you loved Steven so much. You lovely, sweet, kind and caring boyfriend. Maybe a bit too kind.
You decided that you wanted to enjoy a few drinks with you boyfriend out on a bar that night. You were waiting for him to dress up and fuck was it worth the wait. He was wearing a pair of new trousers that were tight on his ass and a tight t-shirt that made his pecs stand out. Fuck he looked so sexy.
“So? Do I look good?” he asked looking away, trying to avoid eye contact. “Fuck… Baby you look amazing” you said getting up and walking towards him. You hugged him from behind and kissed his neck a few times before going to get your keys and wallet. “Let’s go shall we?” you said grabbing yours and his jacket while smiling to him.
You were currently sitting on one of the stools on the bar, your smile long gone. Your eyes were directed at your boyfriend talking with another woman. And she was getting a bit too handsy with him. It was clear she was into him; laughing at his every joke, leaning towards him as they talked and getting too in his face. But your clueless boyfriend couldn’t notice any of this. He was just excited that he could ramble about his interest to a new person.
The last straw was her touch on his arm lingering dangerously long. You slammed your glass down and quickly handed the barista the money and a tip. You walked up to your boyfriend and gripped him by the arm, catching both of their attention. “Sorry miss. Something came up and we have to go. Now.” you said the last part looking at Steven before dragging him away, not giving him a chance to say goodbye.
You now were on your shared bed lying down with Steven’s cunt on your face. “O-Oh FuCKK-!” Steven screamed, his grip on your hair tightened. Oh did it feel good having him on your tongue. Knowing that you were the only one who could do this. “S’too m-mUCh! P-leaseee~”. His eyes were rolling back with his thighs trembling in your grasp signaling that he’s close. Just as he was about to cum you lifted him off of your face and sat him on your torso. He whined looking at you with confused eyes. His thighs were still trembling in your hands. You brought your hand to his clit, taking it between your two fingers making him whine loudly. “You know this is all mine right baby? You know that no one else can make your feel this good right?” you said looking at him sternly. He nodded while avoiding eye contact. You gripped his chin with your free hand making him look at you with drowsy, tear filled eyes. “Use your words darling.. I wanna hear your pretty voice~” you said, your grip on his chin loosening while you started rubbing his clit between two fingers. “Y-Yes sssir-! On-ly you sir-!” he said in a desperate voice. You cooed at him, gripping his waist again as you sat him on your face. He let out a pleased whine as you started fucking him with your tongue. He loved the feeling of your wet tongue against his walls. Your thumb started to rub his clit again making him moan louder and louder. Oh you loved the way he sounded against you. It only took him a few minutes as his whole body started quivering again. His grip on your hair was tighter than ever, trying to ground himself. He was desperately grinding on your face as your thrusts got faster. “I-I’m cuMming FuCK- I’m-“ he let out a loud gasp as he came all over your face. You let him grind on your face while riding out his high, waiting patiently for him to stop. When he got over his high you gently lifted him off your face as you got up. You laid him on your shared bed and wiped your face before landing a kiss on his cheek. You went to wash your face and got a warm wet towel to gently clean Steven’s sensitive body. He was watching you clean his body with the same drowsy eyes from before, letting out quiet whines and gasps when you got to his sensitive parts. You threw the towel somewhere on the floor when you finished wiping him up and crawled next to him. You landed a kiss to his puffed up lips before laying him on your chest and pulling the blanket on both of you. You gently started playing with his hair and massaging his scalp as you praised him. His eyelids got heavier and heavier before closing completely. “I love you..” you whispered in his ear just before he fell asleep.
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hahahaarson · 7 months
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Where is my top male reader moon knight content??? It’s so few and far between
I love how much Miguel O’Hara gets fucked by male readers but where is my Marc content?? Where is the Steven content????
At this point I may as well start writing again or else I’m never going to get my content.
tldr: I’m devastated.
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neuvilletteswife · 1 year
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Imagine
Steven is wearing this lingerie for you. He blushes when you look at him and he obeys everything you want him to do like a good boy. 🤤
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justice-maul · 10 months
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And where is the Moon Knight in the master list? Where is Mark Spector NSWF?
I’m sorry, english isn’t my first language so I don’t get the question 😂
I haven’t written for Marc Spector just yet I only wrote for him on a character/scenario kink list that’s linked on my navigation page
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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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pimosworld · 3 months
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Bad days
Pairing- Steven grant x f!reader, hints of Marc and Jake x f!reader.
Summary- You help Steven relax and cure his bad day.
CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, porn with a little plot, angst, fluff, Steven being unsure at first, oral m receiving, cum eating, slight sub Steven,Dom reader, Marc and Jake being teases and helpful because it’s them.
WK-2.4k
A/N- Making Steven feel good is like candy to me so I hope you enjoy this.
Not beta read
[Moon Knight Masterlist][Main Masterlist]
You set the groceries down to knock on the door to Stevens flat. You don’t hear any movement on the other side of the door for a few brief moments. You know Steven wasn’t always punctual but he never missed an opportunity for you to cook him dinner. 
It was a little nerve wracking at first taking over his job in the gift shop. He was promoted to tour guide at the museum but Donna insisted he train his replacement. 
Marc was annoyed in the beginning. How hard could it be to work in a gift shop? He knew Steven had been waiting for so long to be a tour guide and told him in so many words to tell Donna to shove off. Until you walked in.
  For once in his life Steven didn’t bumble his way through an introduction. You loved the way he cared so deeply for the regular patrons and cataloged all the items  in the gift shop. 
  He gave you a taweret plushie on your last day of training and couldn’t contain his excitement when you wrapped your arms around him as a thank you. 
  Ask her now
  It wasn’t often Jake made an appearance, but since you’ve come into the picture he was making himself more and more known. 
  He’s right, ask her
  It was a problem for Steven when Marc and Jake were getting along. He has yet to make his condition known to you, but he’s noticed you smirking when he’s talking out loud or having a stern conversation with his reflection in the glass of the gift shop. 
  “I was wondering if maybe…you’d like to go to dinner with me sometime?” 
  You said yes before he could even get the words out. 
  That was a few months ago. 
  ****
  Steven noticed you at the end of the hallway as the doors to the lift opened. 
  I told you to just give her a key hermano 
  Steven didn’t want to just hand you a key like Marc or Jake would. He wanted it to be special…he already had it made, he just needed an opportunity to present it to you. He’s been so busy with his promotion he’s barely had time for you. 
  You offered to cook him dinner and he couldn’t even bother to be on time for that. 
  He looks so tired, even from where you’re standing. You can tell he’s had a rough day and you’re determined to make it better. It’s not often the boys let you spoil them, always so concerned with your needs. 
  Steven had needs too…he just needed a gentle reminder. 
  ****
  “I’m sorry I’m so late, Love.” He pecks your lips as he drops some scrolls to the ground to fish out his keys. 
  “It’s okay Steven, I haven't been waiting long.” You bend over to pick up the groceries as he drops his keys. 
  “Oh bollocks, can’t even open my own door.” You try to grab his shoulder as he picks them up from the floor. He mutters something under his breath about being clumsy and your certain Marc or Jake aren’t helping. 
  “Steven, honey.” You wrap your arms around him as you slowly grab the keys. “Let me help you.” 
  Steven wants to protest but your hands are like magic covering his. He has to pinch himself everyday to remind himself he’s not dreaming, when it comes to you. Marc and Jake may give him a hard time but he never lets them forget that you were interested in him first. 
  He sighs into your touch as you slowly open the door. “You’re too good to me, you know that.” He scoops the groceries in one arm and the scrolls in the other. 
  “There’s no such thing as too good.” Your lips curve into a smile before you lean in and kiss him and he nearly drops everything in his arms. 
  “Why don’t you set that stuff down and get comfortable.” 
  He goes to protest but you place your finger on his lips. “Go wash off this awful day, change into something comfortable and relax.” You kiss him again a little deeper and longer, you can feel him sigh into it as you start to pull away. “I’m not taking no for an answer.” 
  I would do what she says if I were you. 
  He pinches himself before he heads off to the bathroom.
  ****
  Steven notes the delicious smell wafting through the flat as he pulls on his favorite jumper and sweatpants. Although he knows whenever he comments on how good it smells you always tell him it’s just garlic and onions. 
  You’re a picture of domestic perfection as you finish putting something in the oven. You wipe your hands on the small towel as you look up and smile at him. 
  His feet are rooted to the spot in the living room as you make your way towards him,you look like you want to devour more than just the food. The urge to look over his shoulder and make sure he’s the one you’re looking at is strong. 
  Your soft hand gently grabs his wrist as you pull him toward the couch. Perhaps Marc or Jake took control of his legs because he certainly doesn’t remember how he swiftly ended up seated with you on your knees in front of him. 
  The words are leaving your mouth but he can’t hear anything over the buzzing in his ears as you rub your hands up and down his legs. 
  “What did you say love?” You smirk and lean up, pulling his face to yours as your soft lips meet his. He could stay like this, just kissing you as he melts into the couch. The stress of the day pouring off him like the rain outside. 
  “I said…did you have a bad day?” You trail kisses along his jaw and nip at his earlobe as you wait for his answer. 
  “Yes.” It comes out as a confession, like he’s ashamed to admit that he has bad days doing his dream job.
  Your warm hands roam under his sweater along his chest and trail down as you hook your fingers in his waistband. His breathing is coming in too fast and he tries to calm himself down as your body brushes against the obvious tent in his sweats.
  “Do you want me to make it better?” It’s a whisper in his ear that he hears loud and clear as your hands wait for permission.
  Say yes Steven
Say yes Steven
  It must’ve been too long, because his head mates urge him to answer you before you change your mind. As if you ever would. 
  “Yes…please.” You chuckle at his rushed out response as if you can read his mind and know exactly what they’re saying. 
  It drives him a little bit wild that you’re giving him this attention. He was always a little more reserved than Marc and not as bold as Jake. He’s never been treated like this. The sole purpose of someone’s desires. 
  You tug a little on his pants and bite your lip. He lifts his hips to help you as you pull them down just enough to pool at his feet. He’s achingly hard as your hand reaches out to pump him a few times. 
  He bites down on his tongue to keep from coming at the first touch of you. It’s only been a few days and he’s already so desperate for anything you’ll give him. 
  The genuine look of enjoyment on your face as you stare at it like it’s an appetizer to a four course meal is something he’ll have to frame in his mind. 
  The feel of your hand is quickly replaced with your mouth as you slide down the length of him, your plush lips wrapped around his cock as you hum in approval. Finally provided the relief you both wanted. 
  He chokes back a moan as your tongue slides back up, slowly twirling around the tip. A drop of precum trails down the side and you tilt your head licking it up like an ice cream cone. Not wanting to waste a drop. 
  Fuck
  Your hands are on his legs again as you rub them in time with your head as you bob up and down, moaning around his cock sending chills up his spine. 
  You loved watching Steven let go. It was exhilarating that you could make someone come undone. The  dark look in his eyes is almost similar to Marc’s but you know by the noises coming from him and the way his hands grip the couch it’s your sweet Steven. 
  Put your hand on the back of her head
  “What?” He rasps out above you. 
  You come off with a pop and take in his unruly curls as the sweat forms on his furrowed brow. 
  “I didn’t say anything honey.” He stares blankly at you for a moment before he realizes he must’ve spoke out loud. 
  Idiota
  “Sorry love, you can keep going…if you want to—
  His rambling is cut short as you take him into your mouth again, not wasting a moment as your lips slide all the way down his cock. Your nose brushes the curls at the base and you gag a little. 
  “Sorry love…” Steven begins to apologize but you don’t seem to be stopping. 
  Listen to me and don’t say anything 
  Perhaps he should just listen to Marc, he’s never…well maybe not never, but he’s rarely led him astray. 
  Put your hand on the back of her head and Gently…go with her movements. 
  You glance up at Steven who nods his head as he places his hand on the back of yours. He’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like he’s asking for permission to do what you’ve been wanting this whole time. Enjoy it. 
  You hollow out your cheeks and pull him in deeper as he audibly moans a little louder. His nails scratch lightly at your scalp as he pushes you down a little further. His bold movements turn you on even more than you were before. You breathe through your nose and push past the burning in your lungs to stay on the edge of his pleasure for a little longer. 
  “You’re perfect, you know that?” He mostly says it to himself as you whine your response because you can't really answer at the moment. Not verbally at least. 
  You know you probably look a mess as your mascara runs down your cheeks and the drool pools outside your mouth as he takes what he wants. Except he’s looking at you like you hung the moon as his free hand swipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye. 
  It feels like he’s in the duwat again the way he’s floating between this reality and the next. He struggles to keep his eyes on you as he throws his head back against the couch finally relinquishing all control he had over his emotions. 
  The sounds of your mouth and the muttering of praises are all he can focus on as the familiar feeling starts to creep up his back and infiltrate his brain. 
  You can feel his legs tense beneath your hands as the grip in your hair tightens instinctually. 
  “I’m…im close love, you don’t have to.” 
  Cállate y déjale
  “It’s okay Steven, you can let go.” You half pant out as you resume before he can protest. 
  You place your hand on top of his and urge him on as he curses under his breath. His hips stutter slightly as he feels himself let go, spilling hot ropes of come into your mouth. You don’t let up as you swallow every drop until he’s boneless beneath you. His cock twitches slightly as you come off, slowly catching your breath. His hand drops to the couch with a thud as you raise up next to him and brush his curls out of his face. 
  The redness on his neck dissipates with every breath that he takes in. He may have been close to passing out if you hadn’t stopped soon. 
  “That was…incredible.” He half whispers to himself and you chuckle into his neck as you place soft kisses to his sweaty skin. 
  “I’m glad I could help.” 
  The timer on the oven beeps bringing your attention back to the dinner you started when you told him to relax. 
  “Ooohh, the lasagna is done.I hope you’re hungry.” You bounce up off the couch as he stands and pulls his sweats back on. 
  He feels like he ran a marathon and food sounds delightful at the moment. 
  “You made my favorite?” It’s said as more of a question than a statement as he watches you move around his kitchen like you’ve been here all your life. 
  “I made two actually.” You cut into one and place a serving on each of your plates. “Vegan and meat sauce. I’ll mark them for you so you know which is which.” 
  I love her 
Ella es perfecta
  You lick the sauce off your finger and he’s brought back to what you just did for him on the couch. 
  “I have something for you love.” Steven heads to the room briefly and digs through his jacket pocket before he finds it. 
  He sheepishly returns to the kitchen island where you’re digging into your smaller portion of lasagna. He’s trying  to rid his head of these thoughts for a second as you make the same noises from before as you savor your food. 
  His hand shakily slides the key towards you and you set your fork down to pick it up. The beautiful brass key looks so big in your delicate hands. 
  “Is this my prize?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eye. 
  Smooth
  “Oh no…I’ve been meaning to give it to you for a while. I didn’t plan it this way…it was supposed to be special and well…”
  “Shhh. Steven, relax, I'm just joking.” He eases a little at your words, knowing you’re just teasing him. You and Jake had that down better than he or Marc ever could. “I love it honey, thank you for trusting me with this.” 
  You lean in and place a kiss to his cheek, shorter than he would care for. He never wants you to stop touching him if he could help it. 
  “Eat up, before it gets cold.” 
  Before I take the body and eat my own
No me parece 
  He eats while they bicker, not wanting to waste another precious moment with you. 
  ****
  Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you stare out the window of the bus on the way home from work. 
  Steven: where are you love?
      On the bus I just left work, how was your day?
  Steven: It was quite dreadful 
           I’ll be home soon to make it better 
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hopelessrromantix · 9 months
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Can I have top reader fucking Steven somewhere like a alley or bathroom and he is trying really hard to be quiet but it's very hard because reader is fucking him so hard and good that he can't help but make noise. And can I be🦑 anon if you dont mind.
No YOU took like a year for this request....... shh
Have this as an apology 🦑 <3
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“Pleasepleaseplease”
“Please what, Steven?”
If he was honest, he didn’t know what he was begging for. Did he want you to stop? Keep going? He hadn’t really thought that far ahead.
“Please what?” You said firmly, pausing your thrusts inside him. It was an easy decision from there.
“Please fuck me.” He asked, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.
The museum’s bathroom was clear for now, but that could change at any moment. And Steven really wasn’t ready to explain anything in case someone came looking for him.
“Was that so hard?” You asked, sliding out slowly, prompting a high pitched whine from Steven. You slapped his ass in response.
“Don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart, do we?” You questioned. He shook his head rapidly, half-distracted by the feeling of your tip lining up with his hole again.
He choked back noise when you pushed in, the only sound escaping was a high whine that slowly died down.
Usually that would’ve helped in keeping quiet, if the sound of your hips hitting his ass wasn’t so loud.
“Slow down, slow, please! Someone’s gonna hear!” Steven reminded, hoping you’d actually listen.
He got no such luck.
“I don’t hear anyone right now, do I?” You asked, the smirk in your voice audible. “Just keep quiet and take it.”
You thrust into him deeper, hitting a spot that made his moan, prompting him to quickly cover his own mouth. He was barely paying attention anymore though, too focused on the feeling of you fucking him to be reasonable.
“Getting loud there, baby.” You reminded. “You want someone to hear you like this? Whoring yourself out at work?”
Steven shook his head rapidly, but another thrust hit deep, forcing out another small moan. You laughed at him, practically forcing him to cum against the stall’s wall.
“Please cum inside? Please? Wanna feel you fill me up.” He begged, fully knowing he had a good hour before you had to go home. “Just wanna feel you cum,” His begging got repetitive, the soft sounds of his plea echoing through the bathroom. Looks like he didn’t care much about being quiet anymore.
You leaned into him, your chin settling in the crook of his neck. “Just because you asked nicely.”
You gave a few more thrusts, slamming him into the wall, forcing out another moan. Cum dripped down his cock slowly as he felt you cum inside him as deep as you could manage.
You took a second to pull out of him, doing so slowly (against Steven’s wishes).
You pulled up his boxers, staining the fabric with the cum slowly dripping down his legs.
“I can fill you again when we get home,” You reassured, slapping his ass, and prompting a shudder from him, both in terror and delight.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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l1tw1ck · 1 year
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New Boss (2)
bottom!ftm Steven x top!masc!boss reader
☆ Word Count: 1,148 ☆
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↳ [Part One] | AFAB Language Used
CW: Lingerie, Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Squirting, Creampie
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You open the door to Steven, who’s wearing a comfortable shirt and pants as opposed to you, who’s still in your work clothes. You have a tired look on your face, the type of look that says you need some relief. He hopes to bring you that. You bring him inside while kissing him and close the door behind you. Steven starts to ruin his underwear with his wetness thanks to your tongue in his mouth. He wonders how good it’d feel somewhere else..
You pull off his shirt, revealing a pretty lace bra. “Fuck…you wore this for me?”
Steven nods softly. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” You pull his pants down, pleased to see that he's wearing matching underwear. You place his hand on your boner. “See what you're doing to me?”
He looks up at you, his cheeks hot and his lashes fluttering. “Me too..” He brings your hand to his clothed cunt, allowing you to feel how wet he is.
“Look at you, sopping wet. All for me..” You grin, rubbing his pussy through the lacy fabric.
“All- all for you, sir..”
You bring him into a heated kiss and pick him up, his arms and legs immediately wrapping around your body. You take him to your bedroom and gently drop him onto the bed. You sigh as you admire Steven's body and outfit. He's the perfect person to come home to after a long day. “You look so pretty, Steven...”
He looks to the side, a bashful expression on his face. He motions for you to come closer. You get onto the bed and hover over him, allowing him to unbutton your shirt. He places his hands on your chest, feeling you up, and then slides them down to your belt. He unbuckles your belt and pulls it out of the loops, then he unzips your fly and pulls your pants down. You move to get them completely off, leaving you in your boxers and shirt. Steven stares at your boner, almost scared to see it unsheathed. Before he can muster up the courage to pull it off, you make the next move.
You spread his legs and slide his panties aside. You bury your head in between and start eating him out. You part his folds and he lets out a shocked noise as your tongue teases his clit before you drag your tongue down to his entrance and slip it inside his hole. His eyes widen as you explore his warmth, the feeling is incredibly foreign but still so damn good. You use your thumb to rub his clit as your tongue swirls around in his pussy.
“Ah–” Steven gasps. “So good~”
You pull your tongue out and replace it with two of your fingers. He grimaces and whines as you push a third finger inside him.
“I have to make sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart.” You press a kiss to his clit before lightly sucking on it as you gently fuck him with your digits. If this is how three of your fingers feel, how is your cock gonna feel? He’s more aroused than scared to find out. “Doing so well..” You murmur.
He bites his bottom lip and looks down at you with a sweet expression. “Can you…um..” He swallows his spit. “put it inside..?” He’s too impatient to wait any longer.
You almost want to tease him but you don't. You take your fingers out of him and take your shirt completely off, throwing it aside. Steven watches you intently as you pull your underwear off. He gasps when he sees your hard cock. “Scared?” You ask, your length resting on his stomach.
On the contrary, he's even wetter than before. From what he can tell, you're gonna be deep inside him. He shakes his head and spreads his legs open wider, looking at you demurely. “Put it inside, sir..” His arousal completely overrides all of his fears.
You smirk, rubbing your cock in between his folds. “Can I fuck you raw?” You ask. Steven wouldn't have it any other way. “I’ll pull out.”
He already made arrangements for this, just in case. “You don't have to pull out..” He’d prefer it if you didn't.
“Yeah? You want me to come inside you, baby?” You lick your lips. Steven nods rapidly. You slowly slide yourself inside him, you're barely an inch deep and you're already starting to fall in love with his pussy. It’s like heaven to you. He throws his head back as you push further inside. Even though you fingered him you're still stretching him out and it feels amazing.
“God, you feel so fucking good..” You bottom out, gently running your hand up his thigh and to his bulging stomach. “You see this, sweetheart? That's how deep I am inside you.”
Steven looks down and comes just from seeing it. His cunt convulses around you desperately, coming with your cock inside him feels so much better than his fingers.
“You came just from that? You're more sensitive than I thought.” You chuckle. Steven moves his hips in an attempt to feel you moving inside him. He fails because of how shaky and sensitive he is but he's so impatient. He needs you to destroy him. “Let me help you.” You grip his waist and start fucking him properly. Steven gasps in surprise, grabbing onto the sheets for support as you pound into his sopping wet pussy. The sounds of his wetness spur you on, urging you to fuck him harder and faster.
“Yes!” He moans so loud that anyone taking an innocent walk outside could hear him. You don't even consider shutting him up, his moans are too beautiful to silence. The bed shakes almost violently as you fuck the thoughts out of his head, overwhelming him with pleasure. You lean in and kiss him with unnatural vigor while your hands moving up underneath his bra to play with his unsurprisingly sensitive nipples.
Steven squirms around, barely able to handle the pleasure you're giving him. He's overstimulated himself before but it's different now that you're fucking him. He doesn't want you to stop though, he wants you to keep going until he passes out.
You pull away from the kiss and look at Steven’s dazed expression. He looks so cute like this.
“Gonna come–” You groan. Hearing that makes him come too. Squirt gushes out of his pussy as you thrust into him, making a mess of the bed. With three final thrusts, you shove yourself deep inside him and pump his cunt full of your heavy load.
You pull out of him slowly and admire the sight of your cum dripping out of him. He looks absolutely wrecked and all you can think about is how you ruin him even more.
He’ll definitely have to take a sick day for work tomorrow.
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nickgoesinsane · 9 months
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Alr you asked for it shawdy, here's your obligatory wall of Steven Grant thoughts 🙏
So this has already been said over n over but idc because it's true: poor boy's sensitive! I can't imagine he's getting much play, and it looks like he doesn't have like. any friends. so physical touch anywhere on him will be embarrassingly exciting cuz he never gets it. Could be his hands, chest, arms, back, waist: anything and his skin's prickling n hearbeat's quickening. His head is particularly sensitive though, so the easiest way to change the mood is to tangle your fingers in his hair, lightly scraping your nails across his scalp while toying with n tugging on his curls. Has him going wide-eyed and red-faced, lips drawn tight as he glances at you, suppressing a shudder n a groan.
Another weak spot is his spine- ghost the pads of your fingers along it, trail them down the vertebrae of his back n neck, drag them past his hips n to his tailbone, and his entire body will involuntarily arch into you. Doesn't know why that spot's so sensitive, but abuse that information.
He's mortified that such simple things make him so excited, but you find it endearing.
BIG crier, very noisy too. Makes the cutest little gasps n groans n sobs. Looks gorgeous covered in his own sweat n cum n tears, even better with some drool. Very easy to fuck brainless, and enjoys when you do it. We've seen that he can be pretty mouthy and combative when he wants to, and he'll use that sarcasm and willful disobedience to get you to fuck him beyond stupid.
Firm believer that he can- and often does- orgasm hands-free. The first time it happens he's absolutely humiliated; you hadn't even undressed him! All you'd managed to get in was some heavy petting, some whispered filth and scattered praise, but your teeth n tongue n fingers were too much. He goes entirely crimson, twisting away from you and apologizing over and over- he's so sorry, he hasn't had many partners, he swears he's not normally like this, please don't be mad- and you have to tell him you don't mind. Slip in that you actually found it kind of hot how embarrassingly eager he was for you, along with some lengthy reassurance, and he's on board for possibly doing it again. The humiliation does it for both of you, and as long as you get enjoyment from him prematurely spilling across the sheets or tucked within the confines of his pants, he'll gladly deal with the extra laundry.
He's a huge people-pleaser. We see it with how he interacts with his boss and Layla, the way he bends over backwards to do what they want, how he preens when Layla praises him n his knowledge. He wants to be useful, to be good, and that translates directly into the bedroom as well. Is it entirely healthy? Don't worry about it, just use that pliancy to your advantage. He takes orders like a champ. Want him on the bed, legs spread and waiting for you? Already done. Crowd him against the counter, mention how you'd like to bend him over it, and he's already flipped himself, chest pressed to the surface as he fumbles with his belt. Praise his attentiveness and dedication, it'll have his dick jumping and mouth watering.
Huge fan of giving oral. Your pleasure >>> his pleasure, and he melts under the praise you shower on him as his head's buried between your legs. Wasn't particularly good the first few times, but god was he eager. Over time he's gotten frighteningly skilled, though, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little smug about how you technically taight him all that. Depending on the position, and if you've allowed him, he'll be humping your leg or fucking into the mattress mindlessly as he goes down on you. Has, and usually will, cum just from the taste and sensation of you alone. Tell him he can't, that he has to keep himself still and hold it while he's working you over with his mouth, and you'll get the sweetest puppy-eyes you've ever seen. He'll listen, though, even as he whines around you, dick red, swollen, and aching as he leaks onto the floor/sheets.
Post-mission fucks!!!!! Shower him in compliments as you manhandle him, telling him about how well he did, how competent he was on the battlefield. Mention anything you thought was particularly smart or stand-out, and he flushes, trying to deflect the praise while simultaneously drinking it up, his cock half-hard beneath those stupid white slacks. Prefers if you wait til you're back at the apartment, but he'd be lying if he said having you bend him over in some shady alleyway or abandoned building wasn't a turn-on. Fuck him on a roof, behind a store, in a park, a warehouse, wherever the fight had occurred while he's still running on that combat adrenaline.
Tries to reprimand you, tell you yall shouldn't be doing this, it's in public, what if someone sees, do you know how hefty public indecency fines are, but the way he's arching and scrambling to shuck his suit tells a different story. (He's definitely had Marc complain about public image as you fuck his brains out against some damp asphalt, but he couldn't care less. Has also had Khonshu berate and spit some indignant, ancient curses at him for fuckin on the clock while he knows he's being observed by the god seriously? right in front of my salad? vibes and that was horrifying. Didn't stop him though <3 )
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lokisremainingsanity · 5 months
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content: bimbo!reader x moonknight, smut, top reader, sub marc, sub steven
"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink!"
~ava!🍓
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Your alarm went off near your queen-sized bed, ringing a cute tone that resonated in your huge bedroom. Ever the energetic one, you sprung up and pushed the heavy fluffy fleece blanket off of you and stopped the alarm. You looked over your bed and noticed your sweethearts weren't there.
"Hmm.. They must have come home late last night.." you pouted
Usually, you'd drag them into your room and make them sleep with you. If it was Steven fronting, then that wasn't much of a struggle, he would never reject cuddling with you. Marc, however, was not easily convinced to sleep in your all-pink (with the exception of white and some lilacs) decorated and furnished room. You two had a bit of an argument just a few days ago about that...
"Look, Y/N, I love you, but that color blinds my eyes. I mean I'm gonna start dreaming in pink if I sleep there!"
"I mean... I do dream in pink.." you wandered off.. "But that's not a terrible thing if you do too! Please Marrrrrccc... pretty please with a pink CHANEL CHANCE EAU TENDRE ON THE TOP PLEASEE"
Your manicured hands made their way to his neck as you held him close. Of course, with your hands so close, he could smell the strawberry vanilla Victoria's Secret lotion you rubbed on yourself religiously. Your cute doe eyes and lashes fluttered as you tried to sway him.. just this time.
"please?"
He grunted.
"I'm asking nicely sugar. You know I wouldn't force you but-"
"You tied me with your Hello Kitty ascot to your bed last time-"
You figure moved off him in offense with a scoff, and you put your hands on your hips as you held your head high in defense
"That was only a means to an end-"
"How is holding me hostage in your bed a-"
A manicured finger pushed against his lips
"tututut shhhhh, this conversation is over."
That's when you walked away with your attitude to your room and ranted to your dolls about how men have the audacity to think they're right and you're wrong while doing your nightly skincare routine.
You figured that Marc was the last person fronting after their nightly vigilante business so they must have gone to bed in their room. After you freshened up and brushed your hair out you went running to the boy's room.
"Good morning Sunshine!"
"Love?" Steven groaned out as he squinted his eyes at a blurry pink figure.. you in your tight crop top, mini skirt, and stockings with a bow on the top of your ponytail.
You strolled over to him and jumped right next to him. "Helloo~ I missed you Stevie so *SMOOCH* so *SMOOCH* much *SMOOCH*" you gave him a kiss with every word as you held his jaw and pointed his lips, and he welcomed every single one. "Aw I missed you too Lovie" he laughed and pulled you into his lap while sitting up against the headboard. Your fingers trailed slowly down his jaw to his neck, then his amazingly toned body. Steven laid his head on top of yours and shut his eyes while rubbing your thighs, just staying there to appreciate your weight on him. "My beautiful darling, you feel amazing, could stay here forever..."
"I appreciate the compliment honey, but that will not happen now, you have work! Now get up now because you'll be late otherwise!"
"yes love :( " Steven reluctantly got up with you.
"You know where to meet me" you seductively whispered in his ear before leaving his room giggling happily.
"Hmm.. pink heart or pink bow?" Cue Steven walking opening your door 20 minutes later then closing it behind him. "I..I'm here" he stood in front of the door while he saw you bent over an open pink drawer, looking through your collection of buttplugs.
Yes.
Buttplugs.
You had a treasured pink jeweled collection with various shapes, and every morning you'd put a new one in Steven.
"OOOH! This one's a lip-kiss shape! I put the kitty paw one in you last time, yes?"
"mhmm"
"Then lip-kiss it is! Are you ready honey?"
"Yes... lovie, always ready for you"
"Good boy, now, bend over" You pointed your finger to your pink bed and went around to get behind Steven. He had his full museum uniform on, and you pulled his pants and boxers down altogether.
"Sucha pretty ass, Stevie, all f'me.. all mine." You whispered the dirty words while cupping and rubbing his soft bum but to Steven, they sounded like the words of an angel.
"yesss, I'm yours. Put it in me, please? Mark me yours today" his voice was already shaking.
"Oh? Really?" you asked in a soft but excited tone.
"Yes, please do it"
"Your wish is my command!"
Your hands opened up his bum for you, and you could see his cute star twitching already. Your finger gently circled it, watching it desperately trying to suck you in. After a little playing around with Steven's hole, you decided to finally put the plug right it.
"ohhh thank you, thank you~" he gasped out.
"Oh, don't thank me yet Sugar"
You quickly got up and went back to the drawer, and then you finally got what Steven was asking for, a heart-shaped paddle.
You situated yourself behind him and rubbed your hands over his ass one more time.
"All because you asked..." your smile brightened.
One.. two.. three...
10 spanks later and heart-shaped bruises decorated his ass.
"There you go pretty baby, now you're all ready."
You pulled his pants back normally and helped him up since his legs already got weak from what you've done to him. Steven buried his face in your neck while muffling again "Thank you, I love you"
"I love you too, Stevie. Now c'mon, breakfast is ready, we can eat on the way to your work.
"W-wha? Who's driving and when did you make-"
"Cedric made it for us... and of course he's driving silly." You booped his nose while dragging him downstairs of your mansion. Oh yeah, Cedric, the butler. The boys still haven't gotten used to that part of your lifestyle yet either.
~
You had a run through town, going shopping for more cute lingerie and more variations of platform heels. You can't ever have too much, can you? You came back home and decided to relax with face masks and curlers in your hair while watching 2000s movies til your sweethearts came back home. Hours passed and soon enough, Cedric dropped off Steven and you rushed to him.
"Hello love- oof" You jumped right into his arms and snuggled into his chest. You lifted your head up and smiled up at him "How was work?"
"Not bad, Donna's been a bit less of a-"
"bother."
"Bitch?"
"...."
"...."
"Bitch works too."
You two giggle like idiots while still in each other's embrace.
"C'mon now, dinner's ready, I'm sure my poor baby is starving" "Yes Ma'am."
You two head to your big dining room where Steven had you sit on his lap while you two fed each other.
"-but she got mad when I said that so that daft woman said she'd have me fired?! Just for that!"
"Oh she did not." You gasped out.
It was a routine thing to have Steven tell you all the gossip that happens within the walls of his workplace, which provides perfect bonding time before the boys have to leave again.
"It's not like I hate her, really, but she didn't have to be so extra about my- Steven?" You noticed he zoned out for just a second.
"Ahh.. sorry love, but Marc said it's time to go now. Really sorry."
Of course he had to interrupt while you were talking.
"Oh. No that's okay." You got off his lap and Steven looked at you in pity
"You can continue after we come back, I'd love to hear the rest of it." He told you as he hugged you and pressed a kiss to your temple.
"mhmm," you answered him absentmindedly.
"Stay safe."
~
Once his job for the night was over, Marc opened the window of their bedroom slowly and slipped in quietly. As he turned his back to shut the window, he summoned the suit armor off. He turned around in just his boxers and froze.
"Hey sugar" your sweet voice called out while you sat in his bed with your legs crossed in your pink lingerie set and stockings.
"Uhh, hi.. um wh-what are you doing here...?" His tense body language switched to a nervous mess.
"I can't wait for my handsome man in his bed now?"
"I-no I mean-"
"Come to bed Marc." You ordered him.
He slowly walked to the foot of the bed, and you pointed to the pillows where you wanted him.
Your soft hands pushed against his hard chest to lay him down as you straddled him.
"You've been a bad boy, Marc..."
Your eyes trail down his body where you can see the outline of his cock become more prominent in his boxers. Then they came back up to lock with his eyes.
"Do you agree? Hmm?"
He weakly nodded but your hand held his chin while you ordered him
"Use your words baby."
"Yes," he whimpered, "I've been a bad boy"
"Well, I'm sure it makes perfect sense to punish you. You need to be put back in your place honey. I mean c'mon, insulting my room, fighting with me then interrupting my story?"
"mmhmm, punish me however you want.. i-i deserve it."
You smirked as your hands collected his and you pulled a fabric from behind your back.m
A pink velvet ascot.
Marc's eyes widened slightly.
"Don't worry, I'll have you all tied up and pretty for me. This time, you won't get out." It was obvious how evilly you took pleasure from this.
It was hot, seeing his big hands tied up with the pink fabric while he pathetically looked up at you.
You leaned down, your lips kissing the edge of his. He tried to catch yours but you wouldn't let him. You trailed down his neck and pecs, sucking hickies and licking them after. By the time your lips made contact with Marc's abs, his body was shaking and both his dick and abs were clenching.
"please"
"Oh look who's begging now." You wanted to laugh at his broken voice.
Marc's legs spread immediately after you pulled his boxers off.
You kneeled down and nuzzled his juicy thighs. "You're such a manwhore, Marc. It's so hot." You whispered against his skin.
Marc moaned loudly just to prove your point further. His back arched as you licked and bit at his thighs.
"please please please-"
You suddenly kneeled up and looked down at him, his whole figure now covered in red hickeys and shining with your lipgloss and spit.
Deciding it was enough teasing for now, you went back down and took his tip in your mouth.
"ohhh fuck Y/N"
Your mouth suctioned around his dick, while your hands went down to press against the buttplug still in him. His whole body jerked and Marc whimpered as he adjusted his hips up to let you play with his hole as you liked.
You slowly took out the plug, and you spit on his gaping hole, watching it twitch over nothing. Going back to suck his cock, your fingers now entered him and you fingered him as he shook above you.
"Fuck fuck fuck right there yesss-" Marc's voice cracked and he started crying as he felt his orgasm coming.
"Oh yeah baby? That's your sweet spot right there hmm?" Your fingers pressed against it harder just to tease.
"YES UGH"
Right as Marc was about to orgasm, you pulled your mouth and fingers off him and left him twitching and crying in disappointment.
"Why-why the hell-"
"You didn't think I'd let you off that easy did you?"
"Oh c'mon I was so close Y/N" he whined.
"You're gonna stay still, I'm not done with you." And with that, you got up and left the room, Marc's eyes on your swaying hips til you were out of his field of vision. You quickly ran to your room and opened your beloved toy drawer once more, and this time got your favorite pink vibrator out. Oh Marc's gonna love this
When you came back, you were a little worried to hear whimpers coming from Marc.
"Hey hey, I'm back now baby. No need to cry" You brushed his tears off. "I didn't know you'd come back..." "I wouldn't be that cruel to you Marc." Marc looked at your hands his eyes furrowed, "Is that a-"
"Yep!"
You took your position between his legs again and turned on the vibrator.
"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink" You smirked.
The second the vibrator touched his dick Marc was wailing and twitching. "Fuck Oh shit I-fuuuck" he gasped out, the sensations overwhelming him. Your fingers went back down to his whole, and you massaged his prostate intensely even as his feet started kicking.
"s'too much, god, I'm close please Y/N, oh my- fuck"
"That's it baby" you didn't take off the vibrator as his dick twitched wildly with the rest of his body. Marc's eyes rolled back the same way they would when he was summoning the ritual armor. Long ropes of cum shot out of his cock all over his chest. You gave him a little mercy and took away the vibrator to use your hands to massage his clenched balls this time.
"You look so pretty like this, let it all out for me sugar..." you whispered in awe. After the last of the cum that was in his balls spurt out, his body slumped and his cock lay limply on his stomach. You kneeled over him, slowly licking the mess he made of himself while Marc sighed and shut his eyes. "You did really good for me, that's my good boy" he finally got his kiss on the lips, but he was too tired to even hold you all he could do was pout his lips for you.
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So this juicy post was dedicated to @cosmicblogs
I hope I got the reader's characterization right!
also an ascot is this fabric you tie around neck, like the one barbie wore in the movie!
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lvvvyi · 10 months
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04 : Marc Spector ✧
C.W : gn!dom!reader ; riding ; light bondage ; toys
Cond. Notice : currently having utter brainrot of each moon knight alter and some of the spider lot 🙏🙏
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Sub!Marc who practically leans into your touch every time you punish him, because the whole situation didn’t really matter to him, your touch is the only thing on his mind.
Sub!Marc whose eyes are literally hearts when you rake your nails down his chest, relishing in the way you can get him so hot and bothered by simple touches. The brief pain even adds to his pleasures.
Sub!Marc who can never keep his mouth shut. He’s always moaning or whining or crying out for you with no care of anyone listening because all he wants is for you to know how good he’s feeling. Even if you introduce a gag, you’ll hear loudened gargled moans. So you take matters into your own hands, literally, and start shoving your fingers into his mouth. Obviously, he absolutely loves it because now it fits both of you - he gets you all over and in him, while you try and get him to keep quiet.
Sub!Marc who just won’t stay still whenever you play with him. His hips buck into you as you ride him or he grinds back onto you when you take him from behind. Even after you sternly tell him to be good, you just feel so fucking amazing, and you just using him like this is surging insane pleasures through him. No amount of punishment is going to keep him down, unless one is you restricting him. Then he will finally listen and control himself, maybe while even letting a few tears loose. Though, he does like the concept of restraints - the very feeling of the tight ropes on his wrists pulling him away from you, gives him a better urge to feel you more and fight against them.
Sub!Marc who isn’t that big on using toys, but will try to experiment for your interest. If it’s too much he won’t hesitate to safeword. If not, he’ll act real bratty to get you rougher with the toy, testing himself for his limits. He doesn't go with other dildos much, since he thinks your strap/cock is enough for him. He may be more easy with small vibrators you use to tease him, making him think that the extreme vibrations is all he's getting tonight, but then surprising him with your hands/hole. Though all in all, he prefers you all over him, than any hard plastic buzzing against him.
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yourftmfriend · 1 year
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How would you think about how the sub afab moon boys would get punished and for what?-🥭
oohh I had so many ideas for this and sorry for responding so late and this took soo long so I just realized I forgot the afab part in Jake (and probably Marc) but I’ll make it up to you anon😭
Steven;
I don’t really think Steven would get punished as much as the others but he would get punished a lot. When he gets punished it’s either that he was so desperate that he kept teasing you throughout the day or he disobeyed your orders.
“M-mff-“ was all he could say with the gag in his mouth. His face looked heavenly with tears trailing down his cheeks and spit running down his chin. You were out with your friends that night. It was almost 10 pm when you got home. You kicked off your shoes before going inside. You thought you heard something while twisting the key but you shrugged it off. Now you knew it was real. Those sounds were coming from you and Steven’s bedroom. You were confused but the more you walked towards the room the more clear it got.
It was Steven. Whimpering-moaning even-. You first thought he was injured and slowly creaked the door open to see what was going on. And there Steven was. Not hurt, no. Far from being hurt. He was laying down on your shared bed, pants down to his thighs and part of his shirt in his mouth his cock in his hands slowly stroking. His eyes closed shut and his face flushed. “A-ah.. [name]..” Your eyes widened in shock. You opened the door fully and slowly walked towards him, not making a sound while doing so. He didn’t notice you sneaking up on him. You were standing next to him, looking at him with with an annoyed grin. “So.” you said in between his whimpers. His eyes shot open. “Now you’re disobeying me darling?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. “[n-name].. I-I’m so-“ You leaned towards his ear and gripped his jaw. “Take off your clothes.”.
And that lead you to now. You were sitting on the chair beside your shared bed, looking at Steven with that same grin. He was tied tightly(not enough to hurt) with the rope you brought out from the box under your bed. You gagged him with the same shirt he was bearing nearly an hour ago, a neon pink bullet vibe and a hitachi strapped to his dick, a heart shaped vibrating butt plug in his ass. His muffled moans and whimpers making you bite the inside of your cheek. “What’s wrong love? Can’t speak?”
Marc;
Yea I don’t think he gets punished a lot either but there are times he gets punished. When he gets punished you know he did what he did to get your attention. Weather he flirted with someone while you were right next to him or he “accidentally” sent you a record of him moaning while you were outside.
“O-Oh fuckk- Sir! Sir pl-please-“ You shoved 2 fingers in his mouth before the noise reached the neighbors. “Shut it. You wanted me to give you a good pounding right? You wanted my attention on you? That’s why I had to get us out of that bar”. “M-fffmn!” “That girl was all over you for fucks sake!” Marc couldn’t hear you. How could he with you destroying his back.
You were furious. Fucking furious. Marc brought you to this new bar to ‘help get your mind off of work’. You were so busy with your work for the past few days that you couldn’t even drink a coffee with your boyfriend. You were so busy that you couldn’t notice how your baby had been trying to get your attention for the past few days and was annoyed when he couldn’t get what he wanted. Now all of a sudden he brings you into a bar and is giggling with a beautiful woman who he says “is a very close friend”. You were done. You finished you drink with one long sip, stood up and grabbed Marc-who was now very close to the said woman- by his arm. “Come on we’re going.” You said with a stern voice. He looked at you and his face immediately changed from a shit eating grin to a worried-almost scared- look. “Get. up.” He jumped from his chair, shooting an apologetic look to the woman before he got dragged away by you. “You little shit. You knew what you were doing.” “[Name] what are you talking about? I was just chatting with an old friend.” he said with that same shit eating grin. But it ended with him looking away ashamed after you looked at him harshly.
Back to now, you were fucking him dumb into the sheets. “F-Fucckkk!-“ he screamed. “What is it? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted?” “Ssirr n-no please fuck!!” You reached a hand to his dick and started stroking fast. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuccckk n-nonono please!” he screamed. You grabbed him by his curls and lifted his head up. “Color?” you asked him. “G-green..” he whimpered. You smiled and turned his head for a kiss that turned passionate quickly. He whimpered into the kiss when you started fucking him again. “C-cummingg-!” he screamed before cum spurted out from his cock for the nth time that night before he collapsed on the sheets with his cum puddling next to him. You slowly pulled out without hurting him much and kissed his forehead. “Are you okay darling?” You asked while you stroked his hair. “Mhmm” “Good boy.” you said before kissing his head again and going to geta towel to clean him.
Jake;
Oh this man got punished a lot. For whatever you can imagine. Maybe it’s because his hand ‘slipped’ and he sent a photo of his nude body or that he did whatever he could to touch your crotch and neck all day to tease you. But whichever it was, it all ended the same way.
"C-Can I stop already?"Jake said blushing furiously. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. “Why darling? You wanted me to see your body bare didn’t you.” He was lying on the bed with his back against the headboard while you sat on the armchair next to your bed, observing his every little move. He was wearing a lingerie that barely covered anything with his legs spread open. You had ordered him to finger himself. Slowly. Painfully slow. He let another while escape his throat when your gaze lifted to his face. “Look at how adorable you look. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was one of the others who sent me that photo while I was in a meeting..” you said while leaning over. You grazed your nails on his sensitive thighs, making him let out a moan. You slowly made your way to his cock as you gave him a shit eating grin. “Stop.” you ordered him. You started to jerk him off in a fast pace, not giving him any time to adjust. He started letting out broken sobs as his thighs trembled. “S-Sir ple- *hic* please! I’m c-close.” he managed to say in between his moans. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten and tighten and just as it was about to break-! … You stopped.
He slowly opened his tear soaked eyes. “W-why’d you stop?” he said looking at you with tears in his eyes. You brought your clean hand to his cheek and wiped away his tears. “Oh baby.. Did you really think I’d let you off the hook just like that? “ You said as you got a bullet vibrator from the box under your shared bed. You brought it up to his dick and turned it on. His eyes closed again while his hand went up to your free hand making a grabbing motion. You smiled and held his hand lovingly. You went up to medium speed. “F-fuck.. Please!” he begged. You shushed his cries with praises mixed with degredation you knew that he loved. His thighs started trembling furiously as you went up to the highest speed. “F-FucK! PleaseplEaseplease!” he started begging again, desperate for release. Drool ran down his mouth as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Shitt..! I-m close please s-sir please let me cu-Fuckk!!” his begging was cut off with the release he had been begging for for minutes.
When he calmed down from his high you turned off the vibrator and set it on the night stand. As you were about to get up to get a wet towel his grip on your hand got tighter. “Don’t go..” he said as his eyes were half open. “It won’t even take a minute darling” you explained to him as you gently separated your hand away from his. You came back with the towel in less than a minute and started gently wiping him clean. When you finished wiping him you cleaned yourself and threw the towel in the laundry basket before your got in the bed next to your beloved. You pulled the covers on the both of you and landed a gentle kiss on his forehead as you hugged him. “You did so good baby..” you whispered to him. “Have a good rest now” was the last words before he drifted off to sleep.
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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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neuvilletteswife · 2 years
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I WANT MORE SUB! JAKE LOCKLEY PLS.
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moons-dunes · 5 months
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Needy
For Kinktober - Prompt: Brat Taming
Kinktober Masterlist
18+ Only MDNI
Pairing: Brat!Steven Grant x reader
Summary: Under that sweet exterior, Steven has a bratty streak. And you’re more than glad to put him back in his place.
WC: ~1.3k
A/N: I’ve never seen anyone write Steven as a brat which is surprising given how sassy he is, so I tried my hand at it. I have a love hate relationship with this one.
This work contains: Bratting and taming obvi (pretty light as far as brat and brat taming goes), dom reader, use of sex toys (vibrating cock ring, ball gag, and soft restraints), mommy kink because I’m a degenerate, bordering on edging and overstim due to the nature of cock rings, orgasm denial and control, riding, PiV, bit of begging and tears for flavor, feel like I have a responsibility to say that if you’re using cock rings in real life that y’all should be careful and do your research. Please let me know if I missed anything!
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Your fingers tapped the keyboard of your laptop at a quick pace as you sat at the kitchen table, your eyes scanning each word you wrote. You were so close to finishing your latest chapter, then you could finally post it.
You were so focused on the screen in front of you, you didn’t even look away when you felt warm arms wrap around your middle.
“How’s it going, love?” Steven’s soft voice came through the silence, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m almost done,” you responded quietly, only half paying attention.
However, Steven was feeling particularly needy.
He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips to your skin. That broke your attention away for half a second.
“Steven, honey,” you started, tempted to lean into his sweet touch. “Give me a little bit longer. I’ll be done soon.”
He pressed his forehead into your shoulder instead, his hair tickling your face. You could feel how heated his skin was, giving you a pretty good idea of what the problem was.
“Mommy will take care of you in a bit, baby,” You promised sweetly, grabbing his hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Be a good boy and wait.”
You knew that he wouldn’t, he had been sassier than usual all day. That bratty streak he hid under that sweet and innocent demeanour came out to play sometimes, waiting for you to put him back in his place. And you were more than happy to do so.
He huffed against your shoulder, standing upright again and unwrapping himself from you.
“It’s alright,” he sighed, walking towards the bedroom. “I can take care of things myself. Not a big deal.”
He didn’t see the mischievous smirk that crossed your face.
“Steven,” your tone turned firm, warning him. “You know what happens when you touch yourself without permission. Get back here.”
He looked back at you with a defiant glare and a cocky grin.
“What if I don’t?” He challenged you, crossing his arms over his chest.
And that was how he ended up in his current situation.
His muffled moans made you look up from your laptop, to where you had him sat in the other kitchen chair. Padded leather cuffs held his hands behind his back, keeping him from removing the vibrating ring around his hard and leaking cock.
He clenched his teeth down on the ball gag you strapped to his head, tensing as he reached another orgasm that was ultimately ruined by the silicone ring around his cock.
You weren’t counting but you were sure it had been at least four or five by now. Of course you had been watching and listening to him like a hawk for any signs of actual discomfort.
“Are you still okay?” You asked again as you looked over his quivering form, the view from your seat making you almost embarrassingly wet.
It took a second, but he nodded.
“Good. I'm just about done,” you let him know, and you could see the relief in his wide, teary brown eyes. “Hopefully you’ve had time to decide if you’re going to behave or not.”
Your eyes went back to the screen in front of you, making sure everything was good before you finally hit the ‘post’ button. Closing your laptop and getting up, you slowly walked over to him.
You looked him over with a smirk, watching his chest heave and his thighs tremble. His skin glistened with sweat, his stray curls sticking to his forehead and neck. He looked up at you with doe eyes, a couple tears falling down his cheeks.
“Mommy’s going to take care of you now baby,” you purred, cupping his cheek in your hand. He leaned into the touch immediately, squeezing his eyes shut. You pressed a kiss to his forehead before you moved your hand down lower.
His cock was red and leaking precum, you wouldn’t doubt if it was starting to get painful. You didn’t want to leave him like that for any longer.
You turned off the vibrator on the ring before carefully taking it off, a raspy cry of relief escaping Steven as you did so.
You removed the gag next, putting both it and the ring to the side to properly clean and put away later.
“That’s probably much better,” you soothed him, petting his damp hair and brushing it out of his face. “Now, you were awfully naughty earlier. Did my boy learn his lesson?”
Steven caught his breath, the relief of blood rushing back to his cock still pouring over him.
“Yes,” he choked out, his voice rough.
“What do you say?” You prompted, lifting his chin with a single finger.
He looked so pretty like this.
“Th-thank you, mommy,” he stuttered out, making you smile.
“Are you going to disobey me again tonight?” You questioned with a raised brow, and he shook his head quickly. “You better not.”
You stripped yourself slowly, dropping each piece of clothing to the floor one at a time. You gave Steven a warning glare when you heard him whine, and he quickly snapped his mouth shut again.
You could be so mean when you wanted to be, and he absolutely loved it. He loved that you weren’t afraid to get rougher with him, rather than treating him like he was made of glass.
You positioned yourself on his lap, grabbing his shoulders firmly. He let out a mewl when the top of his oversensitive cock brushed against your wet entrance, and a yelp when you dropped down onto him in one swift movement. You planted your feet on the floor and started bouncing, pulling broken and raspy moans from him.
“All this just for some attention,” you spoke through gritted teeth, digging your nails into his skin. “My needy boy.”
You let out a relieved moan when you found the right angle, moving your hips faster. Steven’s head fell to your shoulder as he choked back his own frustrated groans.
“I.. I,” his words died in his throat, his hands yanking at the restraints that held him. “Please!”
“Not yet,” you ordered, one of your hands gripping his hair and pulling his face away from your skin. You used the leverage you had to tilt his head back, your lips immediately going to his exposed throat. You didn’t bother being gentle, nipping and sucking at his soft skin.
Steven whined louder as holding back his climax became almost impossible, his cock still so sensitive and hard.
You decided to have a little bit of mercy on your boy. He was being good for you, after all.
“Go ahead, baby boy,” you allowed him, and with that he came with a broken shout. You bounced as fast as you comfortably could, bringing yourself to your own orgasm as his cum messily spilled out of you.
He fell against you as much as he could with the restraints still holding him, little high pitched moans escaping with each breath he let out as you kept riding him. When you stopped moving your hips, you both let out a shaky breath.
Once you regained your composure, you freed him from the restraints that held him and helped him into bed. You made sure he drank some water, and cleaned the both of you up a bit. You could worry about the rest later.
When you crawled into bed with him, he clung to you like a koala. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight, pulling a soft blanket over both of you.
“Was I good?” He asked quietly, his face nuzzled against your chest.
Bless his heart.
“Yes, Steven,” you assured him gently, pressing a tender kiss to the top of his head. “You’re my good boy.”
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