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fettuccin-e · 6 months

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It's Never Easy

Kinktober Day 24: Edging

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.

He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.

“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”

He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.

“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.

It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.

“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.

“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”

You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.

You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.

Except, he does pull away.

You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.

Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips.

“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins.

“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”

And the process starts over again.

Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.

You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.

Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.

Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.

“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.

“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.

“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”

And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.

You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly.

“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”

Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.

He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.

“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.

When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.

“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”

“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”

“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.

“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”

Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."

#i need to be dicked down by three (3) men #steven grant x you #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #dom steven #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #jake lockley smut #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockely smut #moon knight x you #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader

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havensins · 10 months

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hello! can you do a marc spector x reader w jealousy/possessiveness? i just have a huge thing for possessiveness and i can see reader putting him in his place and marking him up BADLY

yesyesyesyes (tw.. thigh fucking.)

marc is so quiet in his submission but he’ll also go to the extremes just to get you riled up enough to rough him up a bit.

he loves to make you jealous because your slight possessive streak was something he found incredibly arousing.

it was something about the way your aggression shown through your movements, collecting his wrists in your hands and pushing him above his head as you kissed down his collarbone.

he didn’t object at all once you pulled down his remaining articles of clothing. the way you push his legs up has him whining out and you bite back a grin.

“this is what you wanted isn’t it? you just wanted to make me mad so that i’d push you around huh?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “that’s unfortunate, isn’t it love? i don’t plan on giving you what you want until you beg me.” you murmur, stroking yourself a little before pressing your cock between his thighs.

“wha- nonono please,” he whines, cheeks heating up as you continue grinding into the tight space his thighs provided. “c’mon love, i’ve heard you beg me better than that. let’s see if you really deserve my cock in the way you want it.”

#answered #dom male reader #dom!reader #top male reader #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x reader #sub moonknight #sub!moonknight #moonknight x reader #sub!marc #sub!marc spector #sub marc #sub marc spector #moonknight x male reader #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader smut #marc spector x reader #marc spector x male reader

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hopelessrromantix · 8 months

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kinktober blurbs 2023 masterlist

[send asks to choose kinks from the list and characters <3]

cis women dni

top/dom male reader content

1 — somnophilia | morpheus

4 — overstimulation | marc spector

7 — power imbalance + hate-fucking | miguel o'hara

10 — boot-riding | billy hargrove

13 — dacryphilia + lingerie | steve harrington

16 — phone sex | poly!ghostface

19 — feminization + breeding | steven grant

22 — orgasm denial + thigh riding | steven grant

25 — free use | marc spector

28 — hate-fucking | billy hargrove

31 — photos/video + corruption | steven grant

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lvvvyi · 11 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 🙏🙏

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.

#.lvvvyi #sub marc #sub marc spector #sub moon knight #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #marc spector smut #dom reader #top reader #fem dom reader #gn reader #stn. 🌙

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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The Anonymous Annotator (Steven Grant x reader)

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Prompt: ARGUING!! then a heated "kiss me." and suddenly their hands are all over each other

Warning: MDNI, dom!Steven, sub!reader, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, fingering, dry humping, cockwarming (if you squint), nipple play

A/N: Ok so I was watching MK again, as one does and I realized I want more of the Steven who talked back to Marc before he and Layla went to explore the tomb, so here is Steven being a little shit, cuz that's hot. Forget everything you know about sweetie Steven, k bye.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You sat in your dorm listening to music when you heard a knock on your door. You jumped up and opened the door, only to find a mysterious package on your doormat. It was wrapped in brown paper and had your name scrawled on it with messy handwriting. You rushed to your bed and pulled the string, tearing open the paper, revealing one of your spicier books that you hid under your bed, making your eyes widen.

You frantically threw yourself off the bed to check under the bed and to your absolute horror, the book wasn't there. You spread your legs in front of you and pulled the book from the top of your bed and flipped to the front page, where the same handwriting blossomed.

“To the one who’s eyes make the stars feel shy.”

You flipped through the pages and found every bit of white space was covered in intricately detailed annotations. Your face heated up and you spent the next few hours reading how the mysterious annotator would alter the events of the books to make it more suitable for you. You gulped at the small smiley faces that would mark the end of the most crude sentences that you had ever laid your eyes on.

“Where would you like my hands, sweet angel? Around your wrists, while I watch your tits bounce around while I thrust myself into you? Around your thighs, when I pin you down as you squirm against my face when my tongue carves my name out in your wetness? Around your neck, to see whether you’d be able to resist the urge to cum around my cock without me even moving a single muscle? :)”

It was seductive, and you were absolutely tantalised by the idea that you had a secret admirer. Suddenly, you can’t think about anything else but sex.

“I wonder if I could fold you over like this, cover you with my spend after I’ve fucked you like a pathetic toy, leaning all of my body weight against you to whisper more things that could cause your pussy to clench around nothing.”

Every word, every phrase that was etched into the pages of the book in pencil burned coarsely against your skin and mind.

“I think the protagonist could totally do better here. I’d love to hear your pretty noises as I devour you whole, to watch you come apart from my touch would be a blessing like no other.”

You feel a warm pulsing somewhere below as you try taking deep breaths, trying to control the urges that rushed through your body. You rub your thighs together and you are suddenly hyper aware of your body’s changes, your skin feeling prickly, your breasts feeling uncomfortably trapped under your bra.

“Hah, rearranging her guts? I’d rearrange your brain chemistry just with my fingers in your sweet tight cunt.”

The warm tingling pulsation of your clit and increasing wetness and builds up from there, to the point of frustration where you have trouble thinking about anything other than your complete desire to be filled by the person who had taken the time to write all of their unrefined and vulgar thoughts on paper.

“I’d let you sit and warm my cock for hours with you reading this over and over, till your eyes get tired and your cunt puls-”

Suddenly, your phone rang and you snapped out of whatever trance you were in, realising that it was your alarm for your class. You shook your head and slammed the book shut, throwing it into your bag, leaping up to leave your dorm.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You chewed your inner cheek as you tried to listen to the lecturer, nervously tapping the table to calm your mind.

“Quit the tapping, dumbass, I can’t focus.” hissed the person beside you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to glare at Steven Grant, third year Egyptology student and your No.1 academic rival. Pity the fact that he was such a pretty boy because he was sometimes just a sarcastic cunt. You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger a little longer at the silhouette of his side profile, your sight grazing down the beautiful curve of his nose and settling on the plump of his lips.

Steven knew you were staring but didn’t say a word. His eyes were trained on the lecturer before him and he was quite positive that the lecturer was going to call you out any second now.

“Is there something more interesting about Mr. Grant’s face?” you heard the lecturer call out to you and you tore your gaze away from Steven and looked horrifyingly at her.

Steven bit his bottom lip and tried not to smirk as you slowly stood up from your seat.

“Uh, no Ms. he, umm,” you tried to speak but your mind was jumbling at the thought of being caught and called out all in one second.

“Sit down! And eyes on the board, young lady, I want your focus here as your grades have been steadily declining.” the lecturer said before turning back to the board.

Your face was flushed and your hands were shaking. You could literally feel the smugness radiating off Steven and you gritted your teeth and stared forward, determined to keep your eyes on the board. For the past few weeks, you had been plagued with the mysterious book annotator and your focus had been slipping. You found yourself searching far and wide for the person’s likeness but you never seemed to catch the person anywhere near you.

Finally the class was dismissed and you quickly gathered all your things and practically sprinted for the exit when you heard your lecturer call your name. You turned to see Steven speaking to your lecturer and sweat beaded at your palms, knowing you were in deep shit today.

“Mr. Grant here has agreed to tutor you, with the promise that you would make proper grades this semester.” your lecturer said and you glared at Steven who had a sweet, innocent smile on his face.

“Your tutoring sessions are whenever Mr. Grant is free and you are to focus, alright?” you hated the way the lecturer was speaking to you but you purse your lips and nodded.

“My place, 8 pm today.” Steven whispered and you grimaced but nodded.

Steven eyed the book that poked out of your bag as you quickly walked away and smirked to himself.

“If she doesn’t have the brains to figure it out herself…”

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“No look, that happened before this, you’re getting the timelines mixed up!”

“I’m getting the timelines mixed up? What about you? Did you write this goddamn book, Steven?”

You knew how this was going to go down, you and Steven arguing away about the stupidest misunderstanding. Your pride made it hard to back down as Steven tried teaching you, and you could tell that he was genuinely trying from the way he pulled out his own flashcards to help you. You couldn’t admit defeat, not to Steven Grant. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, pushing your knuckles into your eyes and counting from one to ten before looking up at Steven again.

“Come on, it's not that hard.” Steven tried justifying as he flipped through the cards again.

“It’s fucking difficult Steven, stop sounding so fucking smart.” you groan.

“You’re not that fucking stupid either, I just need you to focus.” Steven chastised you, slightly more gently this time.

“I’d probably focus better if you didn’t make such a hot fucking teacher.” you hissed under your breath as you flipped the page angrily.

“What?” Steven whispered.

“You heard me.” you snapped, glaring at him. “You know, you’d probably teach me better if you stopped giving me those big ‘fuck me’ eyes either. Like what? You want me to kiss you or something?”

You were definitely losing your shit as Steven inhaled a sharp breath of air. Suddenly, everything happened so quickly that you didn’t have the time to register the book being ripped out of your hands and soft plump lips settling against your own. It was a soft kiss at first, testing, unsure, but when you began to move your lips against his, it became more passionate as he pulled you onto his lap without a second thought.

It took you long enough to push past your primal urges to realise that you were kissing Steven Grant. You snapped out of it and pushed him away, only to see his flushed face, swollen lips and half lidded eyes. It switched on something in you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close once again as your lips began another dance with his. His hands were on your hips as he pushed your clothed core against him, groaning into your mouth.

“Fuck, Steven, what’s happening?” you whisper against his forehead as he trailed kisses along your cheek and jaw, making your muscles buzz with anticipation.

“Let it happen, love.” he moaned against your neck as you pressed yourself onto his hardening member again.

Your hands found his soft hair and you pulled him closer as he began to suck softly at the soft skin of your neck. One of his huge hands palmed at your tits through your tank top, twisting at your hardening sensitive bud and you arched your back, whining and leaning towards your source of pleasure.

“Love your pretty noises. Don’t stop.” Steven softly encouraged you as he continued to play with your nipple, your mind racing into overdrive.

There was a familiar throb that bloomed inside of you at Steven’s words as something finally clicked. Steven must have sensed the shift too as he smirked darkly against your neck, instantly biting down so that he could drag you away from saying what you needed to say.

“Bloody hell, unngh, it was you.” you managed to say as Steven pushed you against his hardening erection.

“Mhm.” Steven moaned as he licked a long strip up your neck to your ear, kissing the shell of your ear softly.

Every part of you felt sensitive, all tuned towards Steven. You had the sudden urge to be filled and you rutted yourself over and over against him, as if begging him to know what you actually needed.

“Is it okay if I touch you like this?" His question was spoken lowly, as if he didn’t want to break the fragile veil that was forming over the both of you.

“Yes, please, mngh, why didn’t you tell me sooner…” you whimpered as his hand grabbed your ass, kneading it softly as his fingers dug through your shorts, trying to feel your skin.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” he murmured as his lips met yours again.

You were lost for words as the pages and pages of vulgarity blinded your eyes, making you squeeze them shut as you suddenly feel Steven pick you up. You were now lying on a bed, his bed, staring up at the mysterious annotator who had been plaguing your mind with absolute filth and filling your dreams with sweet wet melodies that cursed you throughout your waking life.

“I bet you know the things I’d like to do to you, my sweet angel.” He said, trailing both of his hands down from your shoulders to the top of your tank top.

“But you’re supposed to be-”

“Sweet Steven Grant who only cares about his studies? Oh please, darling, let me catch a break.” He ripped your tank top with surprising strength, leaving you bare for him.

His darkened iris dragged themselves down your body, painting you with their own poetry that could not be described using words in the English dictionary. He pulled his sweater off himself and you gulped at how defined he looked. This shouldn’t be attractive. You shouldn’t be attracted to your rival. You shouldn’t be attracted to the guy who stole one of your private possessions and spilled all of his blasphemous thoughts on it before slyly returning it.

“Wanted to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you. Didn’t know you were such a dirty girl until I got ahold of one of your books, love.” He said into your chest and you gasped at his confession, your brain still trying to comprehend everything.

Steven had your head out of your books for weeks and now he had his mouth around your nipple, sucking hard as you cried his name and pushed his head against you. You desperately needed him to quiet your mind with his tongue and you wanted it so bad that you were already shaking under him. His fingers hooked at your waistband and your hands join him there and the both of you slowly pull your shorts off you.

Steven felt up your thighs, telling you how soft you are, how nice and warm your thighs are and how they’re so pretty, whilst burying his her head in your shoulder and neck, lightly panting and nuzzling you. His hand slowly slid to your mound as he started peppering small kisses along your collarbone. His fingers grazed your hardening nub between your legs as you clench your legs together and turned your head to the side. One of his legs wrenched yours open and pinned you down, sliding his fingers through your wet swollen folds, groaning against you.

“Inside Steven” He obeys, pushing one finger inside and pumping it slowly, bringing his face up to watch your expressions contort beautifully on your face.

You throbbed and twitched around him, your cunt responding beautifully to his touch as his thumb rubs soft circles around your clit. Steven adjusted himself and now had been grinding down his erection on your thigh, throwing his head back at the feeling of your warm wet cunt. Quick breathy moans filled the air as they mingled together and you could barely differentiate yours and Steven’s from the heavy ringing in your ears.

“You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined you to be.” he whispers and you sigh.

Suddenly his hands are off you and you whine at the loss of touch but it quickly morphed into a moan as Steven’s tongue flicked at your clit. He was so worked up that he pushed his entire face into your already wet cunt and breathed in deeply, causing you to clamp your thighs around his head. He started fucking you with his tongue, thrusting the flexible muscle in and out of you with accurate precision that had you writhing around. He pushed two fingers into you easily and started pushing them in and out as he latched himself onto your clit. Your cries were getting louder and more uncontrollable now as you found yourself heading towards your first clift of the night

“Shut the fuck up and listen, Listen to how fucking wet you are, how fucking wet you are for me.” Steven says, going shallow at first so that you could hear all the sloppy, vulgar noises that your cunt was making.

Your face was heating up and you tried to hide behind your hands but Steven wrenched your hands away, gripping them in a lock as he now pushed in deeper, deeper, going knuckle deep, finding the spots that make you shake, make you quiver.

“Come on baby, I can feel you close, you’ve already made such a huge mess around my face and hands, go ahead and cum.” with that Steven’s mouth was back on you as you hurtle past your pleasure, pussy tightly clenching around his fingers as Steven lapped up all of your spend before it could wet the bed beneath you.

He slowly massaged your tit as you came down from your high, twitching slightly as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and started to suck them clean, moaning at the taste of you and giving you a show that you didn’t know you needed.

You look up at Steven when he was done, your eyes big and wide as a question sits on your tongue. Steven nodded and your eyes dropped to the tent between his legs.

"Can I touch?" you ask softly, keeping yourself from palming him through his sweats.

"Touch what, darling?" Steven asked, making your face heat up again.

“Your cock, Steven, please.” you decided to say please anyway, before he had any forethought to tease you any longer.

Steven flops down beside you and gestures at his crotch and you take it as a sign to undress him. You tug his sweats down along with his boxers and his cock pops out slapping against his abdomen. You lick your lips and grab ahold of him, feeling him in your hands. You kneel next to him and spit on your hand, taking his cock and starting to pump him up and down as his head lolled back onto the pillow.

You take the tip in your mouth, just sucking on it gently. You let your tongue drag over it, smearing pre cum all over the tip as your hand continues to slowly pump him up and down. Suddenly your mouth is around him and you start sucking, driven by the noises that Steven started making. His hand was soon in your hair as he involuntarily started pushing you to take more and more of him and you obliged, swallowing around him as his tip grazed the back of your throat.

“Gods, I didn’t know your mouth could work like this. If I knew earlier, I could use my cock to shut you up whenever I please.” Steven moans and you rolled your eyes and licked the underside of his shaft, making his cock twitch.

Soon, you had him properly squirming against you as you bounced your head up and down his shaft. His hands were suddenly at the back of your head as he pulled you off him, spit trailing from your mouth to his dick as you took big gulps of air.

“Need to be inside you.” he mumbles as he gently takes your arms and pulls you towards him for a bruising kiss.

You straddled him, settling your pussy against his spit soaked cock, making him moan against your lips. You pulled away to watch his facial expression as he moved his cock to prod at your entrance. You sunk down slowly and Steven watched as your cunt swallowed him up whole, tipping his head back again as the both of you hissed from the fullness. You folded your legs behind Steven and he nestled his head against your bare breasts, inhaling your scent. He pushed himself slightly forward so that he would have enough space to fuck up into your cunt.

And that's what he did.

With small shallow strokes, Steven began to thrust up into your warm cunt, moaning at your tightness and feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of you around him. It was true, he’d wanted you ever since he laid eyes on you. He thought you were the most fascinating human beings he had ever met and loved the passion that flowed through you. But you were one smart cookie, beating him in every test, acing everything that made you triumphantly yell at his face.

Sure, he wanted you to fall back a little bit and he taught himself how to gain control over you. One day, that control came upon him in the form of one of your books. He wasn’t surprised that you would read something like this, his mouth forming into a grin as the evil thoughts began to fill his mind. He jotted them down in your book and one morning, decided that it would be a good idea to deliver the book to you, setting it down at your front door and walking away quickly.

How you didn’t notice his handwriting for weeks absolutely baffled him. He knew you were smarter than that and suddenly he realised that he’d indirectly gotten you in a chokehold. You were frantic, searching around, trying to find the person who had an iron grip around you when the person was right beside you. Part of him felt guilty when your grades started dropping and he really was going to teach you today, but your mind was clearly elsewhere.

He snapped his hips against your ass a little harder, your face buried in his curls, moaning into his scalp. He tilted his own head up and kissed a soft spot at the bottom of your chin, making you giggle slightly. It was incredibly intimate, being in this position with Steven, but you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was doing this for his own benefit. Steven could feel your breathing change and he stopped, bringing himself to your eye level as the both of you panting softly, breathing in each other’s air from the close proximity.

“Love?”

“Do you really want me, Steven, or are you just doing this to have a one up on me?” you say, trying to find a comfortable position as Steven was buried in you up to the hilt.

Guilt began to pour over Steven’s head and he sighed, pushing your hair away from your face and taking a good look at you.

“I really want you, darling. I know my methods are questionable, but oh, I wanted you and still want you so bad.” he said, cupping your face in his hands.

“I’m still mad at you Steven, for making my grades drop .” you stay sternly, combing your hands through his unruly locks and dragging them to his face, tracing all of its sharp edges as his eyes flutter close.

You couldn’t help but smile at the man before you and his words truly did turn you on. They were etched deep into your mind as you read them over and over whilst your hand was between your legs, trying hard to picture the person who had spilled all of their sins onto the pages of the books. Now you had your picture in front of you and the picture was beautiful.

“But I can’t help but want you too.” you whispered and his worried face morphed to one of pure bliss as he relaxed, leaning his forehead against yours.

“So, you’re going to have to make it up to me by fucking me like you promised in your writings. Okay?” you whisper against his soft breaths and he chuckled as his cock throbbed impatiently inside of you, causing you to moan.

Steven immediately flipped you over and claimed your lips with his again, drawing his hips back and slamming into you with so much force that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He began to thrust in and out with his own rhythm picking up speed. A calm, deep growl, and soft grunt filled your ears with each increasingly deep thrust inside you as Steven quite literally started railing you into the bed.

Your cunt spasmed around his length and a primal craving snapped inside of Steven as his thrust became more and more powerful. He took in deep breaths, becoming high on your pheromones as you moaned his name over and over, until it started to sound like garbled garbage. He loved the way his cock stretched you out and he loved the way you were taking all of him, your whimpers spurring him on as he watched your tits jiggle.

He grabbed your legs and folded you over, the new angle making you sob at how intense the pleasure was. Steven pushed himself against you and the sting you felt throughout your body as well as the constant thrust of Steven’s cock pushed you over the edge again with the help of his thumb at your clit. You came, squeezing Steven as tight as you possibly could. Steven felt himself collapse against you as he could only roll his hips and grind against you, your pussy sucking him in and keeping him there as he tried to help you ride out your high.

Steven finally let himself relax as he used you for his own release, fighting against the muscles of your pussy as his cock twitched intensely. He pulled out of you and slammed into you a few more times, before releasing his own pent up spend into you, painting your walls with his seed as he rode out his own high.

Steven let go of your legs and slumped against you, his whole body going absolutely limp from fucking you like a mad man. You pressed a small kiss on his temple and whispered a thank you into his ear as he floated back down to earth, his head pounding from the intensity of his release.

“I’ve got more books, if you want to ruin them with your filth.” you said softly, earning a chuckle from Steven.

“Only if you focus and let me teach you, love.”

“Yada yada, fine, Professor Grant.” you say jokingly, but gulped when you felt Steven hardening inside you again.

“Hmm, looks like someone wants round two.”

You were definitely done for now.

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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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moonlight-presence · 2 years

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LOVED YOUR FIC ABOUT JAKE!! I was wondering what the relationship will be like from then on. What will be the reaction of Steven and Marc with the Reader? Will they get insecure, jealous of each other? start to compete? That kind of stuff

Jealous

(Marc, Steven X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationship: Marc Spector and Steven Grant X Reader

Words: 2 898

Summary: Marc and Steven get jealous and decide to punish you for having sex with Jake.

Warnings: Dom Marc Spector, Thigh riding, Begging, Roughness, Steven is still a sweetheart, though, Jealousy, Orgasm Delay, Dirty talk, basically Marc is really pissed and Steven is a bit mad, Masturbation

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You feel the sunlight creep into your bedroom, the burning light hitting your eyes as consciousness returns to you. You inhale deeply and then roll over, your belly pressing against the bed as you hug your pillow. You can hear birds singing outside, you guess it´s about 9 am judging by the car noises...

You slowly open your eyes and try to remember what happened last night. You can remember talking to Marc about Jake... Then, you talked to Jake, and then...

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your eyes shoot open as a rush of adrenaline goes through you like a volt of electricity. You roll over so your eyes are facing the ceiling and then you look around the room, the window is open, your clothes are scattered across the floor and there isn´t a sign of either Jake, Marc, or Steven.

You lift your torso, your thighs trembling a bit from last night, and then you rub your forehead. You are naked, your skin shining under the sunlight and the cold air of the morning making you shiver slightly. You spot your blouse on the floor and move to pick it up, but then somebody clears their throat making you freeze.

You look towards the sound and see Marc staring back at you, an unusual hardness on his face as if he is extremely angry at you. You know why... Fuck, you shouldn´t have had sex with Jake last night. Marc and Steven told you he was dangerous but you let yourself go, somehow, and you ended up fucking Jake... And now, Marc was pissed... You bet even Steven wasn´t too happy about it, either.

“Morning...”, you awkwardly say with a forced smile. Marc pursues his lips and tilts his head, his eyes scanning your body for any traces of Jake´s touch. You weren´t sure if you had any marks but you pulled the bedsheet over your legs, nonetheless.

“Get up.”, it was an order you had no doubt. You swallowed dryly and tried to lightened up the mood.

“Baby, hum... Look, I wasn´t thinking clearly last night and hum-”

“Get up and let me see you.”, he says again with that same cold tone of voice. You bite your lip and nod before putting your feet on the ground and getting up, your legs seemed to be giving in with every step.

Marc walked toward you like a wolf chasing its prey and you sucked in a breath as his hands explored your naked skin. You raised your hands to touch him too, but he simply sent you a death glare making you stay still again. You could see burning jealousy in his eyes... You weren´t sure what to think about it as Marc traced your hips and then flipped you around so your back was facing him.

He rubbed your back and then stopped by your ass. You felt him massage the skin and then a sharp pain appeared on your body as he pressed on multiple zones. Then... You remembered.

Jake had decided to punish you last night- he gave you hard and quick slaps to your ass which, surprisingly, you had enjoyed, and now you certainly were covered in bruises. Marc hated when somebody else marked you. This was bad, very fucking bad.

“He did this to you?”, he asked with coldness and you felt your heart racing as he painfully gripped your ass.

“M-marc, I am sorry.”, you said as he moved his hands to your hips and pressed you against his back. You could feel his hot breath on your ear making you shiver.

“Answer me.”, he ordered again with hunger and jealously in his voice. You swallowed again and forced a nod making his fingers travel to your lower stomach.

“I want to hear you say it. Fucking tell me who gave you those bruises last night.”, he whispered angrily as his fingertips brushed lower down your hips. You could feel he was hard behind you, his cock pressing slightly against your bruised ass.

“J-Jake did... Marc, I am sorry.”, you repeated and then you felt him groan a bit and his muscles relax. You looked slightly behind and saw a soft smile on his face.

“I am quite afraid you have upset us, darling... I tried to calm Marc down but he won´t listen to me.”, Steven´s British accent was so familiar to you that you immediately realized Marc was no longer there.

“Darling, I am sorry, okay? You know I love you and Marc, right?”, you pressed your body against his cock making Steven whine a bit.

“I know darling, I know... But Marc did warn you about Jake and you know how he is.”, he gave you a gentle smile and then moved his fingers to your clitoris making you part your thighs to give him more access.

“Fuck, I am sorry... I shouldn´t have done it. Steven, baby, you have to forgive me.”, you whispered with a suppressed moan as he circled your clit making you grow wet.

“I really want to forgive you, darling, but you made me proper jealous, ya know? Now...”, he went lower down your folds, his fingers finding your entrance with ease, “It´s time to pay the price.”

You let a surprised gasp as he sunk two fingers inside of you. This was unusual for him, he always made sure to strech you first but today he was more desperate, angrier even. You couldn´t believe you had angered Steven, you didn´t even knew that was possible.

He was still sweet, though, he made sure to let you adjust a bit before he started pressing his digits against your g-spot. You let out a loud moan and rubbed against his cock again, the jeans he was wearing making the task less pleasurable.

“Let me feel you, darling, let me make you feel good...”, you begged with shaky breaths as he thrust harder inside of you. You could only hear his ragged breath and the noises his actions were making, it was pure filth but you needed him. You needed them both.

“You think it´s gonna be that easy?”, Marc said and you looked at him. You hadn´t even realized he had taken over but now he was there, thrusting harder inside of you.

“Marc, I want to make it up to you, please. I shouldn´t have had sex with Jake. I only belong to you, baby. Only you and Steven.”, you felt him rub his hard cock against you as his fingers went deeper inside your walls.

“You let him fuck you, Y/N. You let that smug bastard fuck this tight little pussy... Tch-tch, that wasn´t a good move.”, he said with a disappointed sound. You whined a bit and then he removed his fingers from inside of you. You felt immediately empty and a soft groan escaped your throat.

Marc grabbed your waist and turned you around like you were a rag doll. His hands raised your body from the ground with ease and then he threw you onto the mattress. You gasped as your body hit the soft surface, your heart racing with excitement as you saw him taking off his shirt and starting to unbuckle his belt.

“I saw how you moaned his name... I saw you he fucked you, Y/N. Was he really that good? Was that fucking asshole really better than me or Steven?!”, he wasn´t yelling but his voice had gotten higher. You watched with parted lips as he threw the belt behind him and then started taking off his pants.

“N-no... I am only yours, Marc. I only want you.”, you said as he removed his pants and boxers, exposing his cock before you- it was hard and flushed with beads of pre-cum dripping from the slit- a sight for sore eyes.

“I don´t believe you.”, he confessed and then sat on the bed. You stayed still as he grabbed you again like you weighted nothing, and then he moved you towards him.

He forced your thighs to open, and you positioned yourself between his thigh, your clitoris rubbing slightly against his skin. You could see his cock begging to be touched and you reached for it, but Marc grabbed your hands and forced them to stay still.

“You don´t get to touch this cock yet... Not after what you did. Now ride my thigh and tell me how much you want me. Make it convincing or you will be riding me until it's nighttime. You hear me?”, he growled with lustful eyes and you nodded.

He continued gripping your wrists together and you started moving your hips on his thigh. Every move of your hips made your clit rub against his skin, the harsh touch sending waves of arousal straight to your entrance. You looked at his flushed cock, Marc's free hand was slowly pumping it and you licked your lips and imagined how wonderful it would be to taste him.

"Baby, let me... Fuck... Let me suck your cock.", you got straight to the point, there was no time to try to be creative with your words.

"No.", he slightly lifted his thigh making you moan louder and move your hips faster. His grip on your wrist was so tight that your fingertips were turning white.

"Why not?", you whined quite pathetically making Marc move his thigh again. You lifted your eyes to his face and saw that he had a smug smirk on his lips.

"Because you don't deserve it...Not after you fucked Jake last night. Now, ride my thigh, shut the fuck up, and don't you dare cum."

His words were quite aggressive and filled with cockiness. You weren't sure what to think of this new coldness towards you so you kept your mouth shut and did as he ordered.

Marc's lips were slightly parted and small breaths were leaving them, his neck veins were prominent and you looked at his smooth chest, his olive skin glistening with sweat. You wanted to touch him so badly, you wanted him inside of you, you wanted to suck him off, you wanted so many things.

"Baby, please, I am sorry... Fuck, you look so hot. Please, I will never fuck Jake again, please.", you begged as your arousal moisturized his thigh. You could feel your orgasm building quickly but you knew you couldn't cum.

"Hum... I do love to hear you beg like a slut, ya know?", he smirked and you reached for his lips but he pulled away, "But, then again, you also begged for that piece of shit last night so..."

"No!! I am sorry, Marc, and Steven. Please, let me cum. Oh my God...", Marc pumped his cock faster and you watched with whiney moans. You couldn't move at all because he was gripping your hands so you limited yourself to riding his thigh faster.

"You talking to Steven, too, uh? Let's see what he has to say then...", you watched Marc's eyes roll back into his head and his grip get a bit looser.

"Steven-"

"Oh, darling, look at you...", he interrupted, his hand moving faster around his shaft. He licked his lips and stared at your leaking core, each rub leaving a wet trail on his skin, "This was my idea, ya know? You riding our thigh..."

"Darling, please, I am sorry... I love you so much. Let me cum. Please I won't do it again.", you begged again, your throat tightening as you struggled not to cum. Your whole body was on fire, your clitoris aching with want and your entrance shaking a bit. You had to cum, you simply had to.

"I love you too, darling... Look at me.", it wasn't really an order, more of a suggestion, but you did it nonetheless. You stared into his eyes and moaned his name.

You saw Steven suck in a breath and pump faster, his stomach clenching a bit as his orgasm threatened to spill everywhere. You didn't say anything, just kept eye contact and rode harder, both of you breathing harshly.

Steven stiffened suddenly, his thighs shaking a bit sending an extra sensation to your abused clit. You wanted to sob but you held it in as thick lines of semen painted your belly, each drop dripping down your skin. He moaned your name, just like you loved, his cheeks flushed and his curls sweaty. He looked like a god, maybe he was. You weren't sure.

"Oh fuck... Steven, please... I can't hold it in anymore.", tears ran down your cheeks as Steven started relaxing, his cock softening and his breath reaching normality once more.

"Ssshhhh...You look so lovely like this. So lovely just for me.", he whispered with ragged breaths, his fingers moving to his cum on your stomach.

He cleaned some of it off with his digits and then you felt him bring the dirty fingers to your lips. He tapped them and you immediately opened your mouth and started sucking on them. They tasted salty and you whimpered, you wished you had sucked him off.

"So good for me... You enjoy licking my cum off my fingers, darling?", you nodded immediately and he chuckled. He was still holding your wrists and you tried to ignore the burning sensation on your skin.

"P-please...", you begged around his fingers. He pouted and took them out of your mouth. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you, he looked so innocent... Steven always did.

"I think you had enough but... Marc thinks otherwise.", you saw his eyes roll back and you shouted his name but it was pointless, Marc was back.

"No... Marc... I want to cum.", you stopped moving your hips and sobbed, your body falling into his chest. Marc did not remove you from him, instead, he let go of your wrists and held your ass.

"I know you do... I know you do... You realize I have to do this, right? You misbehaved last night... Can you imagine how fucking horrible it was to watch him fuck you?", he moved your ass making you ride him again. You whimpered and sobbed into his sweaty shoulder.

"Sorry... Sorry...Please...", you whispered nonstop like a prayer. You could feel your whole body hurting from the denial he was making you endure. It hurt so badly but it also felt good to have him control you like this. You loved seeing him jealous.

"You are so desperate, baby... So desperate for me. Me, not Jake. I am the one doing this to you!"

"Y-yes, you. Only you. It's always you.", you encouraged him with small whispers.

"Fuck, you sound so good begging for me, baby... Beg again."

"Marc, please. P-please. I am yours, you are mine. I-I wanna cum... It hurts...", you could feel hot tears drip down his shoulder as he moved you faster against his thigh.

"So fucking hot... Okay, okay, I think you learned your lesson. On three, okay?", his words made you sob in relief. You nodded rapidly and he gripped your ass.

"One....", he started and you moaned his name louder, your walls already pulsing.

"Two..."

Your thighs began shaking, your clitoris throbbing as your orgasm started ripping through you. You shut your eyes and waited for his final word.

"Three.", you screamed and your body started orgasming, your nipples hardening against his chest as you moaned his name over and over again.

You weren't sure for how long you were drowning in that sea of pleasure but when you finally came back to life, Marc was massaging your sweaty back. You stopped moving on his thigh, your legs were sore and you weren't sure if you could walk after this.

You did not care, it felt like fucking heaven...

"Holy fuck...", you said through breaths. Marc grabbed your hips and flipped your body so you were laying down on the bed. You cleaned the sweat off your forehead and looked at him.

His naked and sweaty body was now walking toward the kitchen. You watched as he grabbed a bottle of water and opened it, his Adam's apple going up and down as he drank the liquid.

You were still trying to calm down, your whole body burning and still shaking occasionally from the mind-blowing orgasm you had just experienced.

Marc walked towards you and threw the water bottle to your side, a big smirk on his lips. He brushed his curls behind his ears and crossed his arms beneath his chest.

"How are you feeling, baby?", his voice was sweet again and you smiled back at him. You grabbed the bottle and started drinking some well-needed water.

"Sore...", you confessed after swallowing. Marc sat on the bed next to you and rubbed your calves gently.

"Good. Next time, I won't be so nice.", he kissed your forehead and you tried to hide the excitement off your face.

You had no idea having sex with Jake would lead to this... You did really love seeing Marc jealous, Steven too, so maybe... Just maybe, you were gonna have sex with Jake again.

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the-devils-angel · 5 months

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I've discovered I'm not (100%) a masochist but a sadist?????

I want to see men in pain. Whimpering, begging, bleeding... *insert Matt Murdock*

Yeah, dom fictional men are cool. But you know what else is cool? A man being so dependent on you for pleasure that it's almost pitiable… almost.

And that's on trauma induced by men who have sexually preyed on me :D

(And with basically any other gender… do what you want with me. I will submit or dominate😩)

The power of ✨t a t a s✨

#trauma #sadist dom #sadistic #sadist kink #soft sadist #Matt Murdock #matt murdock x reader #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader

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xuzuitengenx · 10 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

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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fettuccin-e · 6 months

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Like It Like That

Kinktober Day 16: Role-Reversal

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls oh pls wrap it irl i'm begging you), rough sex, fingering (r!recieving), slight degradation, dom!steven my love my life (w/c: 897)

A/N: Another part of the rapid-fire Kinktober catch-up! This one is a tad short but guys we're so close to being fully caught up I can practically taste it oh my gosh!! And I needed more husband Steven, especially because I feel like I fluctuate between dom and subby Steven in all of my fics, so he's perfect for role-reversal! (I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings for the month!)

He’s usually so good for you. Perfectly happy to whine beneath you as you do whatever you want to him. And he’s always so responsive, giving into your every whim without question, desperate for your touch.

Marc put the idea in his head, just like he always seems to. Steven supposes that he brought it on himself, asking Marc if he really liked being in charge as much as he seems to. He did.

“'Course I do, and she fucking loves it,” Marc had said, eyes going dark. “She gets so damn desperate for it. It’s like she’s in goddamn heat.”

Steven had watched you both that night, watched on through your bedroom mirror as Marc tore you apart, fucking into you harder than Steven has ever dared to. And you had cried with the force of it, dripping down Marc’s cock as he fucked you hard enough for tears to spring to your eyes.

Steven couldn’t get the image out of his head, needing to see you like that again, needing to be the reason for it.

He asks you one night, over dinner of all things, like he’s discussing the fucking weather, “Can I have control for a night?”

“What?” you ask, setting your fork down and scooching closer to him on the couch. “Like, in the bedroom?”

Steven’s face flushes bright red. He won’t make eye contact with you. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Want to see how it feels, if that’s alright with you.”

You smile at him, ducking to his lips to meet him in a gentle kiss. “Of course, Steven,” you murmur. “Of course you can take control, see if you like it.” And in the back of your head, you can’t help but wonder how Steven, the sweetest, most docile man you’ve ever known, could possibly be dominant.

A few nights later, you find out. You find out, spread underneath him, just how far he can take it.

“Fuck, please Steven, need it so bad, please,” you whine, unable to help yourself as Steven’s fingers spread you apart, jamming into your pussy so hard your head spins.

“God, that’s so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, “keep begging for me.” And you realize that you’ve never been the one begging for him before. It’s always him, writhing and pleading beneath you. The change, his dark eyes roving down your body as he plays with you like a fucking toy, is enough to give you whiplash, sending you into a tailspin.

“Please, Steven,” you gasp as his fingers jackhammer into your g-spot, sending your back arching as you bear down on his fingers. “Please fuck me, need it- need it so bad, baby.”

Steven grins, the same cocky, self-satisfied grin Marc always gives you when he’s got you like this. It’s fucking maddening.

“Marc was right,” he murmurs, “you’re fucking gorgeous when you get desperate like this.” You flush with heat at the compliment, throwing your arm over your eyes to escape from Steven’s unrelenting gaze.

Before you can even breathe, Steven grips your wrist, pinning your arm above your head. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he snarls, deep and dark and so unlike your Steven that it makes your entire body lock up, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. You’re lightheaded as you feel the blunt head of his cock push at your gaping entrance.

He doesn’t break eye contact, holding your arm above your head as he pushes inside without remorse, not giving you a second to recover before he’s pulling out, and slamming into you again.

You’re so used to the way Steven whines beneath you, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Now, you’re the one gasping for air as he growls above you, fucking into you at a pace that is utterly obscene, practically ripping you apart, straight down the middle, with his violent thrusts.

“Steven, fuck, oh my god, Steven,” you slur between his harsh movements into your aching body. You can hear the sound of your pussy around his cock, the wet slapslapslap of your bodies meeting over and over again.

“God, you’re so wet for me, love,” he rasps. He pulls his hand away from your wrist to grasp your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you onto his cock. “You love this, don’t you? Being used?”

You choke on your moans with his words, gasping for air.

“Fuck! Yes, I love it, love when you fuck me like this, oh shit- Steven!” Tears spring to your eyes, leaking down your cheeks. The headboard slams against the wall, threatening to dent it, but you couldn’t care less. Not when it feels like you could pass out from the pleasure of it all, Steven’s cock jamming into your g-spot with every single thrust.

“You look fucking perfect like this, darling,” Steven growls, “getting fucked like a slut.”

And you’re fucking gone, trembling and gasping soundlessly as you squeeze Steven’s cock with your orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts in once, twice before he’s following, leaning into you to lick into your mouth, his hips moving in aborted little thrusts as he floods your pussy with his cum.

As you both settle, Steven lets himself rest on top of you, his weight comforting and warm.

“Did you like it, Steven?” You whisper, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Mhm,” he hums tiredly into the crook of your neck. You chuckle.

“Good, because I fucking loved it.”

#messy husband steven i love you i love you #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #dom steven #steven grant x y/n #steven grant my beloved #marc spector smut #moon knight x you #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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On the Mat

Marc Spector x reader

You’re Marc and Steven’s ‘guy in the chair’ for lack of a better term, helping them with all things techy. When you get injured trying to help on a mission, Marc decides you need to learn how to take care of yourself so it doesn’t happen again. Gym training with Marc turns into something else entirely.

(A/N: Y’all, I actually BLUSHED while writing some of the dirty talk. Personally, I think it’s pretty steamy. Let me know what you think with a comment or a reblog!)

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Marc Spector of the show Moon Knight. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Swearing

Injury to reader (canon-level, nothing too bad)

Mild angst

Stitches

Marc is a cocky asshole

combat/fight training

Teasing/degradation (it’s not supposed to be sexual at first, but it is)

Oops, my Praise Kink is showing

DIRTY TALK

Fingering

Oral (female receiving)

P in V penetrative sex (protected)

Choking

Hair pulling

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you slapped at Marc’s hands that prodded your eyebrow.

“You’re not fine, (y/n), you need stitches,” he slapped your own hand away and continued examining the wound. The blood had stopped, mostly, and was beginning to dry down the side of your face.

“So then stitch me up, I’ve seen you do your own a million times.”

He shook his head, “I should take you to a hospital.”

“God, no, I hate hospitals, Marc. I’d rather die. Please, can you do it?” you begged, pouting a bit. Although he pretended to dislike you, you knew it was a facade.

“I don’t have any anesthetic, and the scar won’t be pretty,” he warned, gathering his first aid supplies and straddling a chair across from you.

“Fine, then I’ll look like a mysterious badass. You pull it off well enough,” you smirked.

“You know, this isn’t funny. He nearly took your eye out.”

You hissed as he dabbed at the cut with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball, “The bad guy got a lucky shot in is all.”

“He would have killed you if I hadn’t shown up. There’s nothing lucky about that,” his gaze was focused on your eyebrow, but the intensity of it made you want to squirm.

“I disagree. I’m very lucky to have you to save my ass all the time.”

“Can you please stop joking? You almost died today, very stupidly I might add.”

You rolled your eyes, but Marc placed a hand on top of your head to keep you still as he raised the threaded needle.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. A sharp pain pricked at your temple and you fought the urge to wince, instead just shutting your eyes and trying to breathe. The two of you stopped fighting as he worked, carefully sewing in eight stitches from your left temple to the top of your eyebrow.

“You did the impossible today, you know,” he said as he dabbed at the now-sealed cut on your face with more alcohol.

“What’s that?”

“You got me and Steven to actually agree on something.”

You giggled at that, “And how did I do that?”

“He’s been saying for a while now that it’s too dangerous for you to be in the field, and after today, I have to agree.”

“Oh, please, like you could have stopped me from being on that roof.”

He tossed the used supplies in the trash. “I know. Which is why tomorrow, we start your training.”

“Training?”

“I’m going to teach you how to fight since you’re no good at staying out of them.”

“Why not start now?” you asked, hopping up from your seat.

“No, you need to rest now. And don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you, cause I’m not.”

“Ok, Mr. Badass Mercenary, whatever.”

Oof

The breath left your body as Marc slammed you into the mat once again before standing up and offering you a hand. You took it but glared at him angrily.

“Is this fun for you? It seems fun for you,” you frowned, dusting off your ass once more as Marc circled you.

“I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and neither will the bad guys. So really I’m doing you a favor,” he smirked, enjoying having you inside his area of expertise now.

“Oh fuck you, Spector,” you sneered, making your way to the side of the mat where you’d set your water bottle. “Try telling that to my tailbone.”

“You’ll be fine,” he scoffed. “Ready to go again?”

“No, I’m not! Because you keep fucking just attacking me and saying very cryptic, unhelpful shit. This sucks and I’m not learning at all. You’re an awful teacher and I hate training,” you huffed.

“Ok, ok,” Marc threw his hands up. “Let’s go over to the heavy bag, I’ll teach you a few things.”

You sighed heavily and trudged over to the corner where Marc had fixed the second hand gym equipment. You had a feeling not all of the new equipment he’d obtained was exactly for sale when he got it.

“So what, I just hit it right?” you hit the bag lazily.

“Not like that.”

“Okay, then, Mr. Moon Knight, how do you want me to hit the bag?”

“Actually, Steven’s Mr. Knight, I’m Moon- Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Look, you’ve got to set your stance, frame your arms, hit with a locked wrist, and follow through. Think you can do that?”

You rolled your eyes, “I think I’ll manage.”

You ran through the checklist in your head, and struck out at the bag hard, but it barely seemed to shudder.

“Here, watch me,” Marc move you aside and took his stance next to the bag and hit it several times in rapid succession, sending it swinging back and forth on its chains.

“Show off.”

“Here, let me show you the form,” he beckoned you over. What you did not expect was for him to place his hands on your bare waist.

His foot kicked at your right ankle, nudging it forward and out a bit, before moving your left one back.

Marc’s hands slid up your body and up to your shoulders, setting them in position before moving down each of your arms and putting your hands in a proper defensive position in front of you.

“You want to hit with your knuckles, make contact with the first two here,” he tapped over your wrapped hands, indicating the places he was talking about. “Lock your wrist and deliver the energy straight through. Imagine your target is behind the bag.”

You took a deep breath, and punched the bag again. It felt better, but you nearly fell over and lost your balance. You likely would have ended up in the floor if it wasn’t for Marc’s hands flying to your waist and steadying your center of gravity.

“Better, but you’ve gotta stay loose. Put your weight on the balls of your feet and bend your knees a little. Yeah, that’s good,” his hands left you once again, but he stayed close as you followed his instructions. “Tighten your core. Yep, good. Now you’re going to hit again, but this time, engage every muscle in your body. Imagine the power coming all the way down from your thighs.”

This time you looked at the bag and imagined the face of the asshole who nearly killed you yesterday and hit hard.

“Good girl,” Marc praised, sending a shiver down your spine. “You learn fast.”

“Thanks,” you said meekly, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you’d become.

“Now that you really know how to punch let’s go back to the mat, see if you can actually manage to hit me,” he taunted.

You were determined now more than ever to finally land a blow on Marc Spector. Of course, you didn’t actually want to hurt him. But if you could trade blows with him, knock him down or stun him even a little, you’d finally feel like you could do something to protect yourself.

The problem was he was a slippery bastard.

He moved faster than you could plan for, so as soon as you struck out at where he was, he was somewhere else, wearing a shit eating grin and taunting you to continue.

“Come on, (y/n),” he’d say, after dancing away from another nowhere-near miss. “Can’t you even hit me once.”

“Aw, can’t you do it?”

“And I’m your friend, I imagine your enemies will have an easy enough time taking you out.”

“You’re pathetic, it’s been thirty minutes and you’re not even close.”

Finally you let out a scream, lunging at him and missing again, only to land on the mat hard.

Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you swallowed the lump in your throat and rolled onto your ass. Marc was laughing at your feeble attempt to tackle him. You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top of them, staring at the floor.

“Alright, you’ve had your rest. Come on, we’re not done until you’ve tagged me at least once. And by the looks of it, we may be here all night.”

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“God! Why are you so fucking mean, Marc?” you yelled, shocking your trainer whose teasing smile quickly faded from his face. A few stray tears made their way down your face as you sniffled and pushed yourself up off the ground.

“(y/n), I’m sorry. I’m just trying to help,” he tried to close some distance, but you backed away.

“How? By making me feel like shit, huh? Telling me that I suck, making me feel like a failure?” you cried.

Marc ran a hand down his face, “God, no. I was just trying to motivate you. I didn’t realize…I wanted you to want to hurt me.”

“Well, jokes on you, asshole. It didn’t work,” your lower lip trembled as you spoke and you couldn’t help but feel like an idiot.

“I see that, and I’m sorry. Please, (y/n), forgive me?”

You looked at him and rolled your eyes. He was too handsome to stay mad at for long and he knew it.

“Fine, but you have to do something for me.”

“What?”

“Well, I guess your shitty ass motivation kinda did work because now I really do want to hit you.”

He furrowed his brow, not following. “Okay, so-”

“Okay, so I’m going to punch you. And you’re going to stand still and let me.”

Marc scoffed, “And if I don’t?”

“I guess maybe I won’t be feeling so forgiving. Maybe I’ll just wipe every electronic device you have and replace all of the files with that one song you hate so much.”

“You wouldn’t.”

You smirked evilly, “All your files, replaced with ‘What Does the Fox Say?’ or you let me hit you once and we call it a night, yeah?”

Marc swore under his breath before moving to the center of the mat. His arms dropped by his sides and he sighed, “Ok, come get it.”

You were far too giddy as you moved into position and adopted your stance in front of him, giggling at the bored expression on his face.

You weren’t expecting the thud that came with punching a person with all your might. Your fist hit him square in the chest and you seemed to do a pretty good job knocking the wind out of him. But you didn’t get much time to celebrate.

He grabbed your wrist and flipped you. In a flash you were pinned to the ground, Marc’s hands holding each of your wrists by your head and his body perched comfortably atop yours. His chain had fallen outside his shirt and now dangled in front of you.

“Good girl, that was a solid hit,” he praised, tossing his head to get a loose curl out of his face. “But you’ve gotta be ready for the next attack.”

“Thought you were going to let me hit you,” you whispered, unable to manage anything else in such close proximity to the man whom you’d secretly lusted after for months.

“I said you could hit me, I never said I wouldn’t retaliate,” he said growled.

You couldn’t help but whimper at the sound, and you squirmed underneath him. His grip on your wrists tightened harshly. Your hips bucked up against him and he growled once more.

“You better stop doing that, princess,” he warned. You looked down to where his body trapped yours and gasped when you saw a bulge forming in his gray training pants. Your head snapped back to meet his eyes once again, and although his face was still hard, his eyes had softened.

“If you don’t want to do this, tell me now,” he urged. “Tell me now and I’ll stop and we can pretend this never happened.”

Instead of answering with words, you decided to let your body do the talking. You used the little bit of space you had to roll your hips up against him. A deep groan emanated from his chest and his eyes rolled back a bit. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you looked up at him innocently through your eyelashes.

“Fuck.”

You half-absorbed the curse as his lips crashed down on yours. He was urgent, on a mission. The kiss was sloppy and needy and hot. Your teeth clashed and your tongues fought for dominance. It was a short fight, you conceded quickly, allowing him to explore your mouth freely.

While he distracted you with his tongue, he was working your body, maneuvering you just to his liking. When he finally pulled away and allowed you to catch your breath through swollen lips, you realized your hands were now above your head, wrists pinned in one of Marc’s large hands.

His position above you had changed as well. Instead of straddling your waist, he now sat over one of your thighs, knee in between your legs. You gasped as he shifted it up a bit, pressing it against your clothed center. Your body reacted instantly, grinding against it and searching for any form of friction it could find.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you,” he teased, watching you squirm.

“Please, Marc,” you begged, pouting a bit for emphasis.

“Please what, baby? Gonna have to be more specific than that.”

“Just please touch me, or let me touch you, or…fuck I don’t know. I need more!” you whined.

Marc raised an eyebrow at that, “That wasn’t a very nice way to say that, was it babygirl?”

You shook your head no.

“I bet a pretty girl like you can find lots of nice words to use for me. That is unless the mere thought of me fucking you senseless has got you so cockdrunk you can’t even think straight,” he cocked his head, waiting for your answer.

“Please, Marc. Please, I need to feel you. I’ll be good, just please touch me,” you pleaded, locking eyes with him.

“Yeah, you will. Gonna be my good fucking girl,” he smiled, releasing your wrists.

Your hands flew to his shoulders and dug into the cloth and flesh there as he pulled you in for another bruising kiss. With his hands now unoccupied, one held him up from crushing you while the other mapped your body.

He roughly squeezed your breast through the fabric of your sports bra and identified the nipple underneath, pinching and rolling it in his large fingers. You moaned into his mouth.

Soon his hand was traversing lower, eventually coming to cup your sex over the spandex shorts you wore. He could feel the heat building there and it made his cock throb.

“You want me to take these off?”

You nodded, but he only shook his head and chuckled.

“You’re going to have to use your words, baby girl,” he teased, running his hand up and down the inside of your thigh.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Take ‘em off, please,” you urged, bucking your hips up against his hands. He grinned at your eagerness.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, along with your panties, with you lifting your hips just enough to help him get them down around your ass. He tossed the fabric to the side somewhere and worked his way down your body so he was eye-level with your glistening cunt.

“Is all this for me, baby?”

You sat up on your elbows so you could see his face as he took his index finger and ran it up over your hole and up to your clit, making you sigh loudly. Your noises seemed to really do it for Marc, as he quickly abandoned his teasing approach and dove in head first, literally.

One finger plunged deep into your cunt while his tongue lapped at the arousal that had gathered between your folds. Your hands clenched into fists and you swore if it weren’t for the hand wraps, your palms would have been bleeding. It was only the taste of copper that made you realize you were biting down on your lip, although it wasn’t doing much to stifle the pitiful whimpers and squeaks coming from your chest.

But then he pulled away, making you whine.

“Was close,” you whimpered pitifully. He mocked your pouty face as he sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his stunning torso.

You didn’t get long to admire it before Marc was on you again, kissing your neck and marking you with his teeth. His hands ran up your sides and slipped up under the fabric of your bra. You sat up all the way, with some effort, given that he was pressing you down, and raised your arms over your head, allowing him to pull off the restrictive fabric and toss it aside to join your discarded shorts and panties.

“I’ve dreamed about these tits, you know. Did you think I didn’t notice when you started wearing those fucking low-cut tops? I nearly came in my pants the first time I saw you in a bra.”

His rough hands came down to palm your breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh there before pinching and rolling your nipples hard, pulling them up and away from your chest. Animalistic grunts and groans tumbled out of your lips as he worked, worshipping your chest.

“Please, no more teasing. Need your cock,” you whined, your hips rutting up into the air and searching for some friction.

“Yeah, you’re sure? You’re sure you need it?”

“Please,” you pouted, hands reaching down to palm his bulge through his pants. He hissed in response, making you grin.

Marc didn’t need any more convincing. One hand reached into his pants and freed his cock, which sprang against his hard abdomen in excitement. The tip was flushed and swollen and a bead of precum was springing free at the tip.

“Fuck,” you groaned. He was big, bigger than you expected. But it made sense, you supposed, given how perfect the rest of him was.

Marc reached over as far as he could, his hand disappearing into the pocket of his gym bag, and coming out holding a distinctive shiny wrapper. You watched, entranced, as he tore open the foil packet and rolled the condom down his impressive length. You couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that he was prepared for something like this.

“You’re sure you want this?” Marc asked, pumping himself a couple of times before lining up with your entrance.

“Yes, I really, really do. What about…what about Steven? I mean he’s kinda along for the ride, isn’t he? Is he okay with this?”

Marc surprised you, barking a laugh. “Steven? He’s more than okay with this. He stares at your ass even more than I do.”

The thought made your face flame, but was it really so embarrassing given that you were laid out in front of him, getting ready to be split apart on his cock?

Marc leaned over you pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “If you want me to stop, tell me.”

You nodded quickly, and then your eyes were squeezed shut as he entered you for the first time. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, touching parts you didn’t know you had, he stopped for a second. The room was silent except for the sounds of your breathing.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he swore.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Marc,” you groaned, your hands scrambling to grab whatever bit of him you could, eventually settling around his neck, tangling in the short hair there.

He laughed as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, hard. Marc set an unforgiving pace, leaving you fucked out and speechless almost instantly.

“There are those ugly words again sweetheart,” he tutted. One of his hands trailed up from your breast to grab your chin before slipping two fingers past your swollen lips. His heavy fingers pressed down on your tongue and forced open your jaw,

Never in a million years had you imagined you’d be lying bare in a gym being fucked silly by Marc Spector with his fingers in your mouth. It was so filthy and carnal and the mental image of it made your cunt clench.

“God,” he swore, “You like that? Like having my fingers in your mouth?”

You nodded as much as your current position would allow, not that you could have even formed words if you wanted to. Every drag of his cock along your sensitive walls had you seeing stars.

“Are you going to cum for me?” he asked, pulling his hand from your mouth and going back to torturing your nipple.

“Please…need…” you panted, trying to tell him, but your mind was already so far gone.

But Marc knew.

“Need me to rub your clit, pretty girl?”

You nodded furiously and one of his hands moved to rest over your hip. His thumb reached down and worked rapid, hard circles on your clit.

“Come on, cum for me, baby,” he urged.

Your hands flew to his wrist and tugged, pulling it upwards. He was close to his own release, but he slowed a bit as his brow furrowed.

“What do you need?”

“Choke me,” you breathed.

His eyes widened almost comically and if you hadn’t been seconds away from cumming, you would have laughed. He watched in fascination as he let you guide his hand up to your throat, his large hand easily fitting around it.

Marc had choked partners before, but to do it with you was something else. He looked deep into your eyes as he applied just the right amount of pressure to the sides of your neck, effectively reducing blood flow to your brain.

All the sensations combined in an explosion of ecstasy as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your hands tightened around Marc’s forearm and your fingernails left tiny crescents in the flesh.

A high, broken sob was the only thing that punctuated the wet sounds of skin on skin. Marc released his hold on your throat, but left his hand in place while the hand that had been pleasuring your clit now gripped your hip harshly. He was fucking into you with all he had, low grunts and curses falling from his lips like prayers.

As you lay there in complete bliss, your hands returned to his dark curls once more and fisted them hard. Your tired cunt clenched around him one last time and his head dropped to your chest as he filled the condom with his release. His hips stuttered as he worked through his high and finally he came to a rest deep inside you.

“You did so good for me,” he praised, lifting his sweaty forehead from your skin, reaching a thumb up to wipe a tear away you hadn’t even realized had slipped out. “My pretty girl,” he praised.

“Yeah?” you asked, leaning into his touch.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “M’sorry for earlier. I just worry about my girl, you know?”

You nodded sleepily.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Come on,” he pulled away from you, making you whine at the loss of contact. Your folds were sensitive as he slipped out,

“Hey, Marc?” you asked as he helped you up and started leading you towards the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“You know how I said I hate training?”

He grinned, “Mm-hmm.”

“If that’s how training’s going to end, I so don’t hate training.”

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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Just a Reminder (smut)

A/N: y’all loved my “Unexpected” story, so I am happy to share more of dom!Steven content. This is a bit long because ya girl got carried away.

Pairings: jealous!dom!Steven Grant x F!Reader, mentions of Marc.

Summary: Steven gets jealous and reminds you who you belong to.

Warnings: Explicit content, MINORS DNI. For real. jealousy, teasing, dominating, grinding, multiple Os, oral giving, oral receiving, unprotected p inv, implied breeding

Word count: 5.1 k. Yes.

18+ only Minors DNI

It was fun to play around with your soft and fluffy boyfriend. He wasn’t a jealous type, at least he never showed it before. Tonight you were invited to a friend’s party, and naturally you assumed it was a plus one. So, you brought your dearest Steven. Hand in hand, taking the lift to your friend’s flat, you could hear the music boom out through the hallway of the destination’s floor.

“You alright, love?” Your other hand softly massages Steven’s chest as you noticed his stiff stance. He nods sternly at you, he wasn’t the type to go out on social gatherings because he usually preferred staying home or spending time with a select few. Especially you.

“A bit fazed but I’ll be fine, darling.” He smiles down at you, reassuring that he’s not something to worry over. Your hands finally come off his chest and knock on your friend’s flat.

In about five seconds the door opens to an array of lights flashing through the darkened flat. A few yellow lights setting the mood on top of the multicolored LEDs. “Babes! You made it! This must be the boyfriend?” Your friend flashes a big smile, opening her arms to invite you in. Her pointer finger directs to Steven.

Proudly, your arm snakes around Steven’s arm, “This is he.” You look up at him, making him glance down at you with a nervous smile.

“Well, come on! Help yourselves.” She adjusts herself to the back of the door to let you both in. Steven holds you tight with his arm, keeping you close to him.

As the night progressed, Steven began loosening up. You watched by the kitchen as your boyfriend conversed with a few other of your friends, absolutely enthralled to see him out of his shell.

“Yeah, no, working at the museum has its perks- for instance the size of my workspace…” You could hear his voice from where you were, audibly giggling at your sweet Steven finally opening up. Even if he is still a tad bit awkward.

Out of nowhere, one of your friends taps you from the side. “Hey doll, been awhile.” His sudden approach shocks you and makes you jolt a bit since you were distracted with watching your boyfriend.

“Oh my God Paul! You scared me!” You laughed and extended your arm for an embrace with your drink in hand. Paul was an old colleague from work who transferred about two months ago. It was nice to see an old face again.

“Sorry, sorry, was just saying hi to everyone again. Seems like I am an outcast now.” He jokes around, leaning into you as his hand propped himself up on the kitchen counter.

Getting lost into the conversation with Paul, you didn’t notice Steven’s slight confusion and borderline insecurity that was boiling. The flat had an open layout, so his view was in direct line with you. You. Oh goodness why was this man touching your shoulder like that? Why are you laughing like that? Why is he whispering to you? Did he just see you blush? He’s probably seeing things, isn’t he?

I mean it isn’t Steven’s fault really. And it's not like he doesn’t trust you, he does. He doesn’t trust the people around you. In this case, that man who’s looking at you up and down. Unbeknownst to Steven, you didn’t look at Paul as a potential interest but just an old friend. But what did Steven know? This guy is giving you a look that he does not like.

“So Steve, when did you and y/n start dating?” A voice peers in from the circle he found himself in.

“It-its Steven. Not Steve. And uh- excuse me.” He stands up and walks towards you gaining the courage to approach this fuck who kept looking at you like you were a piece of meat. I mean who wouldn’t look at you while wearing that beautiful skin tight dress? Sure it was casual but you made every piece of clothing look and exude class.

As he reaches closer he gets a better glimpse of the man and a better jist of the conversation. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” Upon hearing those words from the guy’s mouth his ears pang with a hint of jealousy. Who was he kidding? A load of jealousy. He usually kept his jealousy hidden but the alcohol is kind of influencing his emotions— making him a bit more comfortable with his confidence.

Quickly he approaches you from behind and wraps his arms around you, placing his chin on your right shoulder. “Oh hi, darling.” Your soft voice reaches his ears and he’s almost calmed. Almost. Unfortunately, Paul was there. “Steven, love, this is Paul. An old friend.” The man extends his hand to shake his and Steven reluctantly accepts. Removing his embrace to stand close beside you. “And Paul, this is Steven, my beloved boyfriend.” The two share a glance at each other. Almost like a stand-off but both try to play it cool.

Your eyes look up at Steven who you were very happy to be close to. “Glad you’re having fun, love.” You praise his confidence with the inner circle that formed around him a while ago.

“Yeah it's nice,” His tone almost ignored what you just said, jittering at the situation. “…We should go though, darling. It's getting late.” Steven points at the clock showing the time. 1:30 AM. Before you could respond, Paul answers in what Steven describes as cocky as ever.

“Oh come on, y/n! I just got here and we haven’t even drank together yet.” Paul’s eyes teeter between you and Steven. His reply makes Steven internally scream and externally fume. Who the hell did he think he was? He didn’t know it then but his face was slowly turning red out of disdain towards Paul.

Your eyes look at Steven who is tight lipped and abruptly grabs a beer can from the opposite counter, opening it with ease. He gives it to Paul and with a sarcastic tone speaks, “There you are. Y/n, darling, drink your cup.” He gestures to you to tilt your cup. “And you, do the same.” He gestures the same to Paul.

Both you and Paul awkwardly gulp a small sip from your drinks. You noticed Steven’s demeanor and immediately knew that he was not feeling this interaction whatsoever. He was demanding, more authoritative. It was a different type of hot than you were used to.

Once done, Steven grabs you by the waist. “Alright, you have drunk together… Love, let’s go.” Desperate to get you out of that place and away from Paul. He was obviously into you and didn’t give a flying fuck that Steven was wrapping around you. I mean one should have some respect for a man and his woman.

“Wait- Y/n, what’s your number so we could-“

“Sorry mate, we’re late for something. Maybe next time, yeah? Yeah next time.” He pats Paul by the shoulder almost roughly, trying to eye him down, maybe he would read the damn room and back off. But he was persistent.

“I think that’s for y/n to decide, mate.” He pushes Steven’s hand off his shoulder. Moving towards him while Paul cocks his head to the side. Paul’s poor attempt in intimidating Steven.

Steven smirks at the mere audacity that this man was demonstrating. Sure, Steven was often this soft person. usually kept his mouth shut. But, he was also the person that convinced a literal Egyptian God to set him and Marc free. “Do you really want to overstep, mate?”

You thank your stars that the apartment was flooded with noise and half-awake drunk people— no one could hear or see what’s happening. You decided to step in before someone gets hurt. “Actually, Paul, I am getting quite sleepy. And you don’t need my number, you have my socials.”A sweet smile pops through your cheeks as you grab Steven by the arm. “Let’s go?” He looks to you with a sense of relief through his eyes and nods. Of course he had to look back at Paul with the most smug face he could put on.

And in a flash, you guys exit the party, back into the quieter and brighter hallway. A big contrast from the party.

You lean your head against Steven’s arm, a warm fuzzy feeling forming inside you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered and admire the fact that Steven was obviously jealous. Very willing to show someone that you're his and he’s yours. So you decide to ask as you guys get on the lift.

“Aren’t we gonna talk about it?” Your voice causes him to shiver. Embarrassed that you were going to be angry or disappointed in him for acting like how he did.

“Talk about what?” He tries to cover it up and leave it in the past. No mention of the issue in this case would keep it out of mind. But you knew better.

You jokingly pat his chest, “Baby, you know what- Paul…?”

“That knob? Why would you wanna talk about him?” His insecurity was slowly peeking through and you could tell by the way his jaw was clenching.

“No darling, I wanna talk about why my boyfriend was jealous.” The lift doors open to the ground floor making you both move out to the streets of London. Cold and lonely.

“Was not.” He calmly states as you latched onto his side.

“Totally was.” You tease back, an albeit, adorable smile peeks through those lips as you look at Steven. He tries his hardest to not look at you but it was quite hard.

Instead of answering Steven stayed silent and stern. You could have sworn Marc took over from that point in time but Steven spoke otherwise. “Let’s just get home…” His strides were bigger and faster. Your shared apartment was a few blocks away so walking was fine.

As Steven unlocks the flat, he hurriedly goes in. You follow, almost confused why he’s still acting like this even though nothing happened between you and Paul. You even shut Paul down.

But alas, Steven was being eaten by his inner demons and his alter wasn’t actively there to talk him out of it. So he stood by Gus the Second’s fish tank, feeding him aimlessly. Maybe you wanted to be with Paul and you just so happened to pick him. Maybe if he hadn’t stepped in, Paul would have taken advantage of you. All these raunchy and untrue thoughts crowded him so much that he didn’t notice you standing by his side.

His brows were furrowed. Staring at Gus eats the tiny pieces of fish food very intently. So you decide to fill the empty air. “You know Gus will eat all that, you don’t have to watch him.” Nothing. Steven was just standing there.

“Did you want to talk more to him?” Steven tilts his head to look at you. He was a bit too clouded in judgement since he was still focusing on Paul.

“No. I was honestly watching you the whole night.” You were being truthful. Steven was shining for the first time, in what seemed like forever, and you couldn’t help but fall deeper into him as he lit up the party.

“He probably… wanted…you.” You hear him mumble something under his breath, making your brows spring up.

“What was that?” You ask him again to get a better sense of hearing and understanding of what he was saying.

“I said…” Steven stood upright and looked down at you, “He… probably… wanted… to… fuck… you.” He almost spits the words out. They were silent but very impactful. With each word he closed the gap between the two of you.

You were a bit taken aback with Steven’s sudden choice of words and confirmed the relentless display of jealousy tonight. Also, you were a bit offended. “Do you not trust me?”

“I trust you. I don’t trust that idiot.” He answers almost immediately, his eyes focus onto yours and they are quite different from what you were used to seeing. They were not soft, they were intimidating and filled with what seemed to be rage. But it was slowly turning into lust. “You are mine. Right?” His statement ended unsure. Still insecure.

“Steven of course. Please, darling, don’t ever think I would choose him over you.” You cup his face softly, causing his features to melt onto your palm. “Or anyone for that matter. I’m all yours.”

“All mine.” He nods into your touch, pulling you in by the waist. Your hips nearing one another.

“I gotta say love… seeing you jealous and protective like a while ago was… it was hot.” You admit as you pull him down to your lips. You can’t help but get a bit turned on with the idea of Steven taking this alpha type of behavior into your sex life.

And just like you, Steven was in a mood too. A mood to mark you, show you and remind you that no one else is to touch your body but his hands. No other cock is supposed to go into that tight wet pussy except for his. So when you openly admitted your attraction to the situation, he took it as approval.

“You do, hm?” His hand slides to your ass cheek, taking it into the palm as his fingers squeeze. The mere pressure makes your lips part in an ‘o’ shape as a small squeak escapes. “Little princess likes being fought for hmm? She likes seeing me fend for our relationship, doesn’t she?” At this point, both his hands were massaging your ass cheeks, as you lifted yourself up on your tippy toes. The vulgarity of his words was so new and so bad. Why did it have to feel so good?

You nod softly as you lift your lips up to kiss him again. This time more passionate, like the only thing giving you oxygen were his lips. His hand kneaded your ass and the feeling was definitely getting you excited.

“Darling, you should have known better and left him the moment he started.” He speaks in between kisses as his hands leave your bum and slide up and down your sides. “Or did you purposefully want me to get jealous?” Removing his lips from yours, he moves it down to your chin, then your neck and your collarbones.

“I wasn’t.” You shakily responded, allowing your body to feel and melt into Steven’s touch. His hands support your back as his kisses lower to your chest.

“Is that right, love?” Steven stops softly kissing your upper body to look you in the eyes. A smirk formed around his mouth. “I don’t believe you…” His nose pushes against yours as he snarls those words.

“Absolutely not, Steven. I wasn’t flirting back.” You managed to let your voice be heard because Steven shouldn’t be let to believe you were intentionally trying to make him jealous.

Instead of answering, Steven’s other hand places itself on your neck. Light enough to make sure you didn’t choke, yet hard enough to place pressure. “But he was definitely flirting tonight… wasn’t he?” His lips were so close to yours yet so far away. You cursed yourself for the heat and wetness that was forming in between your thighs. Steven’s fluffy and sensual sex tactics were completely gone.

“I think-“ He tightens his hand before you could complete your sentence. Surely, leaving visible hand marks for tomorrow.

“I mean who wouldn’t flirt with you? Hmm? Your ass and breasts were just begging to be touched. No wonder Paul was trying to get into you.” While his other hand situated on your neck, the other made its way to the hem of your bodycon dress, just above the knee.

“My darling was just begging to be fucked by another man… wasn’t she?”

“No!” He loosens his grip around your neck, curious to know what you were about to say. “No, Steven. i just want you. I wanted you to fuck-“

“Oh so you wanted me to get jealous so I could show you how to get fucked like the little whore you are?” Steven's hand around your neck moves down to your tits, massaging them through your dress and bra. The other slightly lifts your dress so he could access your heat, feeling the warm and soft skin. “You can’t lie, darling. You’re soaked.”

You whimper as Steven’s voice lowly whispers into your ear. “Have you been soaked all night, you naughty girl?” He playfully asks as he looks into your eyes. Still toying with your breasts while his finger slides your panty to the side. Feeling your wet lips.

“I- I can’t help it.” You admit. Making Steven remove his touch from you, visibly, you were distraught. Wanting his touch.

“Because of Paul?” His insecurity beaming a bit again.

“For God’s sake, no! I want you. Please. I sound like an absolute disaster right now but, I want you!” You were pathetically begging. “Paul is nowhere near your level, baby.” You’ve never actually begged like this. Steven stood there, looking at your face and slowly approached you.

His hands slide down to the bottom of your dress, pulling it above your head in one gentle motion. “Show me how bad you want me.” He tosses the dress across the flat, leaving you in your bra and panties. A sultry red lingerie set that seemed like you were expecting this night. “And by the looks of it, love. You were planning this.” He refers to your outfit with a smile.

“How do I show…”

“Come here.” He sits on the couch, spreading his legs apart as he invites you onto his lap. You excitedly obliged as your cunt feels the roughness of his pants. The only barrier between your cunt and his leg was the flimsy fabric. Steven’s hands guide your hips slowly onto his lap, moving you back and forth. The friction your clit was feeling was immaculate.

“Is that what my dearest darling wants?” Steven couldn’t help but get lost with your expressions. So soft, so needy and all his. His hands assisted the friction and your reactions were very admirable. The way you bucked your hips, the way your eyes shut tight as your lips parted to release the sweetest of all moans. The way beads of sweat were forming all over your body, making your skin glow underneath the yellow lamp lights.

“Steven, I need more.” You admit, being a bit frustrated that Steven couldn’t touch you directly. He chuckles at your request. “I don’t think you’ve proven yourself enough to be a good girl, yet.” He hums into your ear as your grinding gets a bit more vigorous.

“Please…” pleading for your man to give you an ounce of relief.

“Tell you what, love…” He massages your ass yet again, “If you could make yourself cum on my lap without my assistance, I will reward you.” He kisses your breasts gently with soft pecks and even a lick or two. “Does that sound good?”

“Yes, yes, anything.” He got you wrapped around his fingers with the way he was teasing your urges. Slowly, he removes his grasp from you and leans against the couch, extending his arms behind him so he could have a full view of you using him to make yourself cum.

“That’s it baby, ruin the denim… Look at you, you got my jeans soaked.” He peers up to you through his eyelashes with the most lust-filled gaze. He wanted to make his hands explore you but unfortunately he did say you should do it yourself. So all he could do was animalistically look at you.

Your hips continued to go back and forth as your cheeks flushed red. The pressure building in your lower abdomen was a bit too much to handle. And you were sure you ruined your panties. That didn’t matter though. As you grinded you found your hands subconsciously traveling along your body, touching yourself as Steven watched in awe. He couldn’t stop you if he wanted. Such a goddess like you should be free to admire you own body. Your hands massaged both your tits and pulled them out of your bra. It was such a great sight. Until the knot in your stomach inevitably breaks free and causes you to leave already soaked pants, soaked further.

Steven immediately takes you in for a kiss, praising you for being such a good girl, “What a good girl, such a good girl all for me.” He says in between his kisses as you try to catch your breath. In a quick flick of the wrists, Steven removes your bra. “Pesky thing is keeping me from seeing all of you.” He encourages you to stand up and remove your panties, which you gladly followed.

You were there standing in front of your darling, naked. He felt bad about you being the only one putting on a show, so he decides to take off his annoying clothing as well. “Come here.” He pats the couch, though you would have loved to sit on his lap, you do as you're told.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, exposing his impressive body. You would never not get shocked at how this man was built. And he was all yours. He slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Taking out his member slowly, your eyes widen as your mouth thirsts. You wanted to have that beautiful pulsating length in your mouth or in you. Either way it needs to be in you.

“D’ya want it, love?” His voice was cocky, looking at the way your mouth was already open for him. “Wrap those pretty lips around it. He needs you.”

Without further questions, you hop in between his thighs and take him in with your hands. Gently licking the sides like you were trying to clean an ice cream cone. He pulls your hair up and away from your face so he could see you better. Your lips slowly make their way to his tip as your tongue teases it. He was cursing at your slowness. Wanting nothing more than to fuck your mouth.

“Fuuuck, darling pleaseee…” he hisses. You smile at his reaction and finally give him what he wants. Taking his tip in, as your hands worked the base of his cock. You inhale deeply as you try to take as much of him as you can. And his grip tightens around your hair. You begin bobbing your head up and down as your hands gently squeeze the base of his cock and balls.

It was so good and felt like heaven. Steven would love to have just fill your mouth up and have you swallow every last drop but he didn’t want it to end there yet. So with all the strength and control he could muster, he pulls your lips off of him.

“Shit, darling…” you wipe the precum and spit around your lips, looking up at Steven. Curious as to why he stopped you.

“What’s the matter baby?” You question.

“Nothing’s the matter at all. Let’s see to it that you get the same treatment, hmm?” He lifts you up by the chin and guides you to sit down on the couch. He gets up and situated himself in between your legs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart, spreading on either side of you, on the couch. Steven took this as an opportunity to lick your inner thighs, slowly and sensually. Sucking and leaving love marks where no one can see.

You had no control over the fact that you began shivering, desperately wanting to get him closer to your heat. “Darling, please.” You let out.

Steven stops and looks up at you, “Please what, princess?”

“Please just…” You struggled to find a good way to let him know you wanted to feel him more. “Just… give it to me.”

Steven laughs at your inability to form sentences but he didn’t wanna torture you any longer, so he dips down and placed peppery kisses up and down your cunt. Stopping by your entrance to give it one slow and long lick. “Fuck-“ you gasp out. This encourages Steven to grab your hands and place them on the back of his head.

“Come on baby, show me where you want me to go.” He purrs into your lips causing your hands to shake. Carefully, you pull his head up till you felt his lips above your clit. “Naughty. Naughty.” He breaths out before licking your sensitive bump, sucking and kissing on it as one of his fingers teases your folds.

He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder so he could access you better. Still sucking and licking your clit as his finger enters your pussy. The wetness was expected but Steven was shocked by how clenched down you were on his fingers. Getting him excited at the thought of his length being squeezed in.

He circles his tongue as his finger curls up inside you, this makes you squeeze Steven’s locks with a soft squeal from your lips. “Mm, does my baby like that? What if I do it again?” He repeats the exact motion, faster and deeper— making you literally shake at his eagerness to please.

“Shit Steven- do-do it again please…”

“Beg more, princess. Beg me to make you cum.” His voice vibrates on your clit.

“Make me cum. Pretty fucking please, Stevenn.” You were so high from the pleasure that you didn’t mind the dirty words that were escaping your mouth.

As promised, he does that same thing again. Constant. Passionate. Deep. And fast. The repeated motions were so exquisite that you eventually squirted all over your dearest Steven’s face.

“Wow.” He speaks as he watches you catch your breath. Eager to taste you, he licks you clean, as well as his hands. “Darling, you are so sweet.” His soft dominating persona pushes you down onto the couch, legs still spread apart. “Now stay still.”

He pulls his pants down to his knees as his length springs out, ready and hungry for you. “He’s been a bit needy and jealous that my finger got all the glory.” Steven adjusts himself so that your ass was at the edge of the couch and his cock’s head was just by your entrance.

“So you are jealous…” You toyfully joke as you massaged Steven’s abdomen, carefully and intricately tracing his muscles. Steven shakes his head with a smile, “Not anymore, you’re all mine. Isn’t that right?”

You lift your head as your hands pull him down, “Fuck yeah I’m all yours.” You whisper into his ears, “Now fuck me.”

With those nasty words, Steven looks into your eyes as he forcefully slams into you. Watching your wide eyes squint with pleasure, not breaking any eye contact. “Such a needy baby.” He says as he slams in intervals. Making you physically move against the crook of the couch.

“Fuuuck sakeee Stevennn.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to keep looking into his eyes. He pushes his forehead against you as his hands keep you on the edge of the couch. His rhythmic movements were so euphoric and caused you to let incoherent praises and moans fill the air.

“Baby, yes. That’s. Fucking. It.” He thrusts into you with such force and need. “I will fucking mark you. Mark this pussy as mine and only mine!” He carries you into his arms so he could kiss your lips. His pounds were getting faster and deeper and you swore you felt him in your stomach. Him implying he wanted to fuck a baby into you was very enticing. You deepen the kiss and wrapped your legs around him.

“Yes, please. Give it to me. Give me all your cum.” You whisper as you kiss. This makes him vulgar and rougher, pushing into you. Even adjusting his angle.

“Is that it, baby? My little princess wants a baby? Wants this cock to mark you with a baby? Say it. Fucking say it!” Relentlessly, he was getting pushed to the edge. He wanted to mark you by all means and he couldn’t help but want it in all ways possible.

“Put a fucking baby in me.” Was all you managed to muster until Steven thrusts so fast that you came undone all over his member as you felt his warm cum drip all the way in you. He remains inside until every last drop was in you.

“Shh… shh… stay.” He pushes your abdomen down as he gently slides himself out, lastly swiping his cock on your lips. “Fuck darling…” He plops down onto the carpeted floor and couldn’t help but smile as he admired the masterpiece he made on and in your pussy. His hot liquid fills you up till the brim. Mixed with your own.

Quickly, he grabs a clean towel from the drawers and returns to you. Gently patting you down, careful to not push any of his cum out of you. You laid there, breathless and absolutely dumbfounded by the situation you just went through. To be frank, you barely felt your legs. The air was filled with the smell of sex and your body was filled with Steven. And you were satisfied with the feeling.

Glancing down, you see Steven who was gently cleaning you. Switching back to his nurturing persona. He softly closes your legs to make sure his seed stays in you. Causing you to adjust your sitting properly, laying on the back of the couch. He grabs the couch blanket and wraps you in it.

You tapped him on the shoulder and use your pointer finger to call him near. He follows and gets pulled into your lips. “Don’t ever get jealous again. Alright? You’re the only man I want to be with.”

“Are you saying that cause I fucked you silly or-“

“I’m saying that because I love you, dingus.” You boop his nose. Squeezing your legs tight as you still felt his cum in you.

His lips smile and his dimple peers through. God he was such an adorable and handsome sight. Why would he think you’d leave him?

“I’m going to draw us a bath.” Steven stands up and kisses your forehead. Leaving you there in a happy stricken moment for the rest of the night.

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