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thepaperpanda · 1 year

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Time For a Picnic || Jake Lockley & Khonshu x fem!reader

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Summary: In spite of many pleas, you manage to convince Jake to go on a picnic with you. Little do you know you're going to be joined by an unexpected and very fluffy guests 🐰

Warnings: none but Khonshu being himself 🤭

Word count: 1912

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: Picnic ♡ green italics indicate Khonshu, orange italics illustrate Jake speaking Spanish ♡ below the fic you will find Spanish translations

Jake was certainly not keen on your idea of a picnic in the woods, even though he knew you'd complain for a few days if he didn't agree.

Despite the fact that it was late October, the weather was surprisingly pleasant; there were many sunny days with no rain and no cold wind.

He was driving his limo and checking on you in the rearview mirror from time to time; he couldn't help but smile as he saw you going through the list you'd made of the items that were about to be taken from your apartment; you were making sure you didn't miss anything. "Is it okay?" He asked casually, looking back on the road; his tone surprisingly calm and sweet as he spoke.

You nodded, looking in the rearview mirror and tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear. "I believe so. When you stopped at a gas station, I bought crackers and pickles because I didn't have any at home. The list is now complete," your lips were curled up in a smile.

As Jake parked his limo, he turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle, rushing to open your side door. His next move was to open the trunk, and he pulled out two big, wicked baskets and a plaid that he tucked under his arm.

As you closed your door, you suggested, "Jake, leave it, I can take it."

His head shook, indicating that you wouldn't be allowed to carry anything.

Since you wanted to be at one with nature and far from people, you chose a park located at the edge of the city. Jake knew there was a long walk ahead; in spite of the parking lot's proximity to the park's entrance, Lockley knew you chose a specific location near a little lake on the west side of the park for your perfect picnic spot.

As soon as everything was set for the picnic, the blanket was placed on the ground, the baskets were unpacked, you sat on the blanket to make sandwiches with Jake.

For him, putting so much effort into preparation seemed a little ridiculous, and he was certain he could do without them.

Khonshu chuckled to himself as he formed himself next to Jake who was trying to use his cellphone, yet there was no signal. "See how hard she's working, your little bug has been working like a little bee just to make you happy," he told Jake. "It would have been nice if Steven and Marc had done the same for me, little idiots."

Jake hid his phone in his jacket pocket and stared at the scrawny figure with a loud huff. "Stop being so dramatic, Khonshu."

Jake's words immediately caught your attention, and when you looked at him you asked with great anticipation, "Is Khonshu here, with us?"

“Él está aquí con nosotros,” Jake replied. “Come on, pal, Y/N would like to see you too, it’s easier this way.”

Khonshu manifested himself to you unwittingly, poking your side with his crescent moon staff, "Y/N."

Greeting the God of the Night Sky with a head tilt, you returned to preparing sandwiches. After you were done, you offered them to your boyfriend.

As Jake wasn't hungry per se, he accepted them and took a bite; oh, you knew exactly how he liked his sandwiches prepared, he thought to himself. “Gracias, cariño.”

"I see you are very adept at taking care of my friend, Y/N," Khonshu said, circling the blanket carefully, checking the surroundings. "Ideally, we all need to reconnect with nature in order to reset our frustrations. Isn't that right, Jake?"

Jake stopped chewing his sandwich and narrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Khonshu. "I'm far from being frustrated, why do you ask me this?"

You could not help but chuckle when they had their brief conversation; you admired Khonshu for being an entity beyond comprehension, yet truly protecting those who helped him; you could always count on Khonshu to provide you with any assistance you needed.

Khonshu took a seat on the blanket, saying, "We all know you're the most frustrated person among us, Lockley."

As Jake was about to start an argument with his godly friend, he heard you squeak so loudly he thought his head would explode. "What the fuck, nena?"

With a hand gesture you pointed towards the closest bushes; Jake and Khonshu looked there as well.

There was a small and round wild rabbit peering out of the shrubs, its nose twitching continuously as it was observing the gathering carefully.

“A rabbit,” you whispered, barely moving your lips. “Oh my God, what a beautiful baby. Tsss-tssss, come here, little one,” you slowly leaned forward, reaching your hand out to the rabbit.

"Perfect, a fucking rabbit is what we need now," Jake said with a roll of the eyes.

"Shush!" As you hushed him, your tone grew a little angry; you didn't want to scare the rabbit away.

Khonshu mocked Lockley, "And who claimed to be a haven of peace just a moment ago? It's just a wild rabbit, and you've already got a problem."

“My apologies, Khonshu, but Y/N is a freak when it comes to sweet, little animals y ella quiere adoptar todos ellos y consentirlos con buena comida," Jake said with a frown.

"Shut up, both of you, I'm luring this little baby to us," you hissed.

Even though Jake hated being around animals because you immediately turned your attention away from him, he remained silent.

Observing your attempts to attract the rabbit closer, Khonshu chuckled deeply; he knew your purpose was to pet it. Whenever he observed humans, he was surprised by their nature and the things they found attractive, such as petting animals.

Soon, the rabbit hopped close enough to nose the blanket and plastic sandwich bag; after that, it sat on the blanket and sniffed your jeans.

“Oh my God, oh my God, it’s so close,” you whispered, feeling your heart beating faster with happiness and excitement.

“Nena, it’s just a wild rabbit,” Jake tried to explain, looking at you; he saw how narrowed your brows were as you slowly turned your head towards him - it indicated that you were growing angry with him, like never before, so he raised his hands in the air, shrugging his arms, silently apologizing to you.

As the rabbit raised its tiny head to gaze at you, you reached out a hand to touch its soft fur on the back, but the animal simply jumped into Jake's lap and soon started cleaning its tiny face.

The man froze and looked at you. "En serio, Y/N, ¿qué coño?"

Your mouth dropped open; you couldn't believe the rabbit had chosen Jake over you! Although Jake liked animals, he wasn't very emotional about them, so your surprise at seeing the wild rabbit curled up on his lap was even greater.

Khonshu chuckled lowly and said, "Well, well, Jake, if I had bet on Y/N touching the rabbit first, I would have lost my hand."

Angry and upset, you turned your head towards Khonshu and huffed angrily. "Shush, Khonshu."

This elicited a loud chuckle from the God of the Night Sky.

Jake began slowly petting the rabbit's back, risking being scratched by it; apparently, the animal enjoyed all the attention, as it rolled itself in a ball and twitched its nose as it observed the surrounding. “Pet it, Y/N,” Jake encouraged, giving you a brief glance. “Move your hand slowly.”

You frowned at his words at first, but soon followed his advice and began gently stroking the rabbit's back and head. "It has such soft fur!" You exclaimed. "Jake, will we be able to keep them?"

A frown crept across Jake's forehead. "¡De ninguna manera, nena!"

As you sighed loudly, you lowered your head.

Suddenly, you heard some noises in the bushes and soon a few more wild rabbits joined you.

You gasped loudly, looking around, as you hadn't expected anything like that to happen.

Bunnies had a variety of fur colors, from black to beige.

"When it comes to adopting a rabbit on Jake's lap, you need to consider getting them all, Y/N, it seems they're a family," Khonshu suggested as he reached for one of the sandwiches and pulled a piece of lettuce from it, offering it to the nearest rabbit with black fur who gladly accepted the treat; unfortunately, another rabbit hopped closer and took the lettuce directly from the black rabbit's mouth, chewing it quickly.

A few of the rabbits even allowed you to pet them without getting bitten, and it made you smile brightly. "What a day! It is such an honor to commune with nature in its purest, fluffiest form!" You exhaled, looking at both Khonshu and Jake.

As Khonshu held the rabbit in his hands and took a closer look at it, he nodded, remaining silent; the rabbit dangled motionless in Khonshu's hands for some longer moment, but soon started wriggling, trying to make its way free. Khonshu then put the bunny back on the grass. “I’m not going to hurt you, little, fluffy bug.”

Despite the many treats you gave them (apples and bananas you brought with you for picnic purposes), the bunnies soon became bored with you, and they hopped into the bushes, disappearing among the leaves.

You waved your hand farewell to your furry friends, yelling, "Bye, babies, stay safe! Oh, boy! It was so exciting and nice!"

"That was nice indeed. A little odd, but nice. I'd never seen wild rabbits so close to humans. Perhaps they had rabies?" Jake shrugged his shoulders casually.

Khonshu got up from his seat and improved his grip on his staff as he said, "If they had rabies, you'd be bitten by those little beasts already, Lockley."

You tilted your head, looking at Jake after eating your sandwich. "How can you say such a thing? Nothing odd about that, they were looking for friends, and they found us. I bet they sensed good vibes from me."

Lockley snorted loudly and shook his head in disbelief. “Would you mind if I reminded you that the first bunny chose me over you?"

You crossed your hands over your chest. "You're being cruel to me."

"Y/N, I'm just telling the truth."

"Stop arguing, kids," Khonshu said as he returned to the blanket. "The only way to make Y/N happy again is to get her a bunny."

Jake rolled his eyes, snorting louder. "There's no way I'll let a bag of bones and furry flesh roam around my apartment."

Making the cutest puppy eyes you could muster, you looked at your boyfriend; you knew Jake couldn't refuse them. “Baby, I promise I'll keep the flat tidy, and I'll care for the bunny, and I'll prevent it from destroying the walls and cords, and I'll feed it, so you won't have to worry!" You finally earned a loud groan from Jake after staring at him for a few minutes.

“Bien entonces, déjalo ser,” Jake sighed.

Immediately, you threw yourself on Jake's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting kisses all over his face with a loud squeaks of happiness. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best!"

As Khonshu observed the scene, he chuckled to himself.

"Te juro, vas a matarme un día de estos, estoy seguro,” Jake whispered deeply, giving you one of the tightest embraces you have ever experienced. “I love you, my little bunny.”

SPANISH TRANSLATIONS: Él está aquí con nosotros - he’s here with us

Gracias, cariño - thank you, sweetheart

Nena - babe

… y ella quiere adoptar todos ellos y consentirlos con buena comida - … and she wants to adopt all of them and spoil them with good food

En serio, Y/N, ¿qué coño? - seriously, Y/N, what the hell?

¡De ninguna manera, nena! - no way, babe!

Bien entonces, déjalo ser - well then, let it be

Te juro, vas a matarme un día de estos, estoy seguro - I swear, you're going to kill me one of these days, I'm sure

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syrma-sensei · 2 years

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Are requests open?? If so can I ask the moon boys x reader, when the reader is eating but their hair is not tied-up and it keep getting in their food. And the moon boys help them tie it up.

I was think of Steven do braid on the reader hair

Yes, requests are open currently, darling.

Oooooow, this is super cute, silly, and FLUFFY 😭 Yes, of course, I'mma do it for sure!

pairing: Moon Boys x fem!reader.

rating: fluff, fluff, flufffffffffff.

warning: none.

I'd like to thank my bestie, @wysteria-clad, for always being here for me ❤️😭

Steven:

You two are having lunch together. Steven has returned from work to find you already preparing the meal for both of you. You're an excellent cook, and he loves your cooking so much. And since you got together, your cooking became more creative as Steven is vegan and you want to make him happy by your small efforts.

“And Donna was rinsed when I—” Steven frowns his brows a little when he catches you struggling a bit. “You alright, love?”

You sucked your teeth, “It's nothing, baby, it's just my stupid hair won't quit sticking to my mouth,”

“Hey, don't call it stupid, I love your hair,” Steven's voice is so soft, the smile on his face is so gentle, and the look in his eyes is so childish, pure. You swoon.

“Okay, then it's not stupid.” You chuckle.

Steven's smile goes wider before he gets up and washes his hands, “Wait, Steven, you didn't finish your—”

“Be right back, dove,” He kisses the crown of your head and loiters down to the bedside table, he grabs something from the drawers and heads back to you.

You gaze at him with furrowed eyes as he stands behind your chair. “Steven?”

“Since your lovely hair is giving you a trouble, gonna braid it for you, yeah?”

You blink, “Oh,”

Steven grins and split your hair into three locks, his deft hands never pulling on your scalp. You know he's doing a good job.

“Never knew you could do that, babe.” You say when he's finished, “Where did you learn that?”

“Heh,” He blushes a bit as he sits at the dinning table again, scratching the back of his head nervously, “School girls.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Shit, that sounds creepy,” His eyes flit away from you down to the table, “Y'know we have a lot of students visiting the museum, like a lot, yeah?”

You nod, taking sick pleasure of his cute and desperate attempt to correct himself.

“Some of them are young, little ladies, their braids would go loose during their trips, and they'd cry, and you know I can't stand watching a little child crying without me doing anything. So, I'd offer them doing their hair. Some of them are frequent visitors and now call me Uncle Stevie.”

You snore at the last bit a tad.

“What?” Steven gawks dumbly at you.

“Nothing,” You smile, pushing your chair backwards while holding your dish up to put it in the sink.

Steven eyes you gingerly as you stroll down to him, “But expect to do my hair every morning before work,” You kiss his cheek softly before whispering in his ear, making him shiver, “Uncle Stevie,”

Marc:

Marc and you are having a Netflix and chill night. Popcorn, coke, ice cream, and unhealthy snacks are on the coffee table despite Marc's protest against your choice of junk food. You chuckle at his cute sulking. You're wearing one of his hoodies that reaches to your mid-thighs, no bra, with just a pair of thin panties underneath, and your hair sets loose on your shoulders and back. On the other hand, Marc is only wearing a pair of dark boxers, his silver Magen David —that he never takes off— is resting around his neck.

It's all about being comfy, nuzzly, and touchy with Marc. Fuzziness may be out of place with him, but you know better.

Once settled on the couch, with the bowl of popcorn on his lap, and you cuddled up into his chest with a fluffy blanket around the both of you, Marc chooses for tonight. It's his turn... finally. After you took over his turn for five times in a raw, you had mercy on him and let him choose something other than rom-com for tonight. Not that he complains tho, but he's now memorised You've Got Mail, Notting Hill, and many more, scene by scene, because of you. Somehow that freaks him out.

Marc sets on John Wick series, and you're okay with that. You love both Keanu, and this franchise although you're not ready to watch the dog's death scene again.

First half hour passes by, and you almost finish the popcorn bowl. Your untied hair begins to annoy you every time you want to eat something, your hands are dirty, and can't slide your bangs behind your ears properly with the back of your hands. Marc notices your shuffling and pauses the movie.

“What's wrong babe?” He asks you while holding you near his chest.

“Oh, it's nothing, babyboy, just my hair can't stop getting in my mouth,”

Marc looks at you for a moment before slipping off the blanket and off the couch.

“Just a sec,”

You watch your boyfriend going to the bathroom to wash his hands. He comes back with tiny hair clips in his hands.

You smile sweetly at him as he sits back next to you, “Hold still, (Y/N),”

He squints his eyes a bit, his rough hands are ever so tender as he tries to glide the clips on your temples. You grin mischievously and moan in fake pain. “Ouch,”

Marc stills on the spot, his hands freeze, “God, did I hurt you, babe?” You can trace the worry within his voice.

You bite your lower lip in an attempt to refrain from giggling, but it escapes nonetheless.

“You little...” Marc groans at first, then he chuckles at your childish attitude. He grabs your face and smooches your cheeks with kisses.

“Ow, Markie who thought you'd be such a softie,” Jake says in his head.

“Aren't they cute, tho,” Steven remarks, sighing in delight.

“Think she made him watch too many movies.” Jake answers, shaking his head while grinning, “The idiot's completely smitten.”

Jake:

After sulking about the matter, Jake decided to accompany you to the festival that you nagged him about non-stop. It's more like a street bazaar held by people for cultural exchange. You were enthralled by the event when it was first announced, and you insisted on your boyfriend to go with you.

“You can consider it a date or something,” You said, trying to convince him to escort you, and luckily he said yes.

You've always been interested in different cultures and customs, and this is a perfect opportunity to experience something new.

With your hand linked to your boyfriend's elbow, you two wander around the food booths and clothings stalls. Jake listens to your excited ramblings about the information you pleasurably searched for before coming here.

Jake's smile doesn't leave his face as he watches you gasp and gape in delight as you move from booth to booth, shrieking and exclaiming in astonishment, as you practically drag him behind you.

His smile turns into a mischievous one tho, when you bump into a lingerie booth, that sells strange-looking night gowns. He wriggles his eyes at you when you two pass by, making you burst out laughing.

A bag after bag dangles from Jake's gloved hands, as you buy more stuff and presents. Jake's wallet was screaming empty, but he doesn't care as long as it makes you happy and satisfied. You do buy a piece of lingerie for him too, the one his eyes lingered on, you knew he was imagining you in that piece of clothes and you intend to quench his fantasy.

Your stomachs growls, and you drag him to the food stalls at last. You two settle on Syrian shawarma.

You two sit on a wooden bench, surrounded by your shopping bags, savouring your Middle Eastern meal. Jake picks up on your struggle with your hair as you eat.

“Be right back, hermosa,”

Jake leaves you for few minutes and returns with an adorable headband in his hand he just bought from one of the many many stalls.

You smile adoringly at him as he puts the end on your temples right in front of your ears. He slides the headbands slowly and sets the bow on the crown of your head.

Jake gives you a look then snores.

“What?!” You say.

Jake continues to laugh, “You look funny, señorita,”

Rolling your eyes, you slide your phone from your pocket and look at yourself in the front camera. You giggle at your hair as it looks like you've been electrified by a city current.

“I look cute tho,” You say, grinning childishly at your boyfriend.

Jake kisses your forehead and whispers, “You certainly do, sweetheart,”

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pleasurebuttonwrites · 2 years

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Hung the Moon (Chapter 4)

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Pairings: Steven Grant x f!Reader, Jake Lockley x f!Reader (mention)

Summary: You get to know Steven…

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content: oral sex, face sitting & face riding, p in v

Word count: 4.7K

A/N: No Y/N. This one is practically all smut. Like is there even a plot anymore? (There is, more to come in the future parts)

Tags: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

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A little over two weeks after meeting Steven, you’re at a restaurant waiting for him to arrive for your date. You’re not sure what number this is - you’ve seen him quite a lot over the short time span - but this one is certainly fancier than the others. You’re seated at a table in a trendy, upscale restaurant in Soho. The dining room has an intimate feel to it with long drapes covering the windows and tea lights on every table. You’ve dressed for the occasion, wearing a new dress and heels. You spent more time than you’d like to admit getting ready for Steven tonight.

You’ve seen Steven almost every day since he gave you the tour of campus. You texted him the day after and mentioned that this was your first time in London and you hadn’t gotten to see much. So for your first date he took you sightseeing. He showed you both the quintessential tourist spots as well as gems only a local would know. You walked next to him across a busy town square - he said he was taking you to one of his favorite places in all of London - and you felt like a teenager again wanting to hold his hand but feeling too nervous to. He led you to a bench near the splash fountain where a street performer, dressed and painted in gold from head to toe, sat with his arm extended in front of him. You both sat on the bench for a few minutes, chatting to each other. Steven didn’t explain to you why this spot was a favorite of his, but as you were leaving, he tipped the performer and you thought you saw them exchange a look, though the performer stayed perfectly still. Later, when you were taking in the view on Tower Bridge, he kissed you for the second time. It was a good, proper kiss, like he had been thinking about it for awhile, like he meant it. And when the kiss was over, you grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him more. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

For the second date you asked him to grab a drink with you. You met him at a pub just a couple blocks from where you’re staying, and both of you each nursed one beer though you stayed and talked for hours. He walked you back to your hotel after. In the empty lobby waiting for your elevator, you and Steven wrapped your arms around each other and made out until you were interrupted by another guest’s arrival. You invited Steven up to your room, but he declined, wishing you a good night.

For the third, he invited you to get lunch with him near campus since he had met with his advisor that morning. Afterward, you went back to his place for tea. While Steven was filling the kettle, you noticed, with some amusement, that the sand and ankle restraint had disappeared. You wondered if he had cleaned up because he was planning to have you over. It was odd being here, as if for the first time, as if you hadn’t combed over it not even a month ago. But you occupied yourself with looking over the shelves and the books on them as he fixed the tea. You bent over to look in the tank and told him you liked his fish. He came up to you and said, “I used to just have the one, but I thought he was probably lonely.” As soon as you stood up, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t miss a beat, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him back. You and Steven spent the rest of the afternoon dry humping on the couch, fully clothed, but desperately trying to kiss every inch of exposed skin, while your tea, forgotten, cooled on the counter.

Since then, you’ve been over to his a few times to watch a movie after grabbing a bite. Each time you’ve ended up on top of him or underneath him on that damn couch but never further than that.

Being with Steven almost makes you forget what you’re really in London for. You haven’t made much headway with him despite it being easy to get him to talk about archaeology and artifacts. That’s because when you ask him if he’s been to any dig sites, he gets surprisingly tight-lipped. You’re running out of angles to try and losing hope that he’ll be able to help you. But, you’ve told your boss that you’re following a promising lead and asked for more time. Your boss made it clear this is your last chance. You know if you don’t deliver soon, they’ll come for you again. Or worse.

You wish you could ask Jake for some advice, but you haven’t seen him since he brought you to your new hotel and kissed you goodbye at your door. You find yourself checking your phone every chance you get, but he has gone completely silent. This has given you more time with Steven, but you really miss him. You’ve been texting him every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to sleep.

You put away your phone as Steven arrives, rushing over to your table. The apologies start before he’s even close enough for you to hear and they are tumbling out of his mouth by the time he sits down. “I am so, so sorry I’m late. I’m such a wanker. I can’t believe you’re still here.”

“It’s really not a big deal. I haven’t been waiting long.” It’s actually been about 30 minutes, but you’d wait a lot longer for Steven.

“Really?” he asks you, half worried, half hopeful.

You nod. “Yeah.”

“I sort of, uh, sort of, just, lost track of time. Oh, that sounds awful. I dunno what to say.”

“Steven, it’s fine, I promise.” Somehow, you get the idea that Marc’s to blame for Steven being late.

He’s still catching his breath when his eyes roam over you. “Oi, you look lovely.” His eyes linger momentarily over the low-cut neckline of your dress.

“Thank you.” He doesn’t look too bad himself. He’s wearing a crisp, black button down and he’s freshly shaved.

He suddenly rises from his seat, saying, “Bollocks, I forgot your flowers.”

He makes as if to go and you stop him, saying, “Steven. Steven, it’s ok. Sit down.”

He does but it still seems like at any moment he’s going to go fetch them. You grin at him and ask in a coquettish voice, “You got me flowers?”

“Yeah, but like a twat I left them back at the flat.”

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to take me there after dinner to show me,” you say and you give him the eyes.

He blushes, but before he can respond to that your waiter comes by to take your order, and the moment passes.

You have a wonderful dinner, but he seems a bit more nervous than usual. Just little things. You touch his hand while he’s telling a story and he loses his train of thought. You make a suggestive joke and he blushes and stammers a response.

After dinner Steven invites you back to his place…to see the flowers, of course. They’re the first thing you see when he opens the door, right there sitting on the table. It’s a large bouquet of a variety of flowers, overflowing with color.

“I didn’t know what your favorite was, so I got one of each,” Steven tells you. He hangs his coat up by the door.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“Should probably get them in some water,” he says absently as he starts to search the kitchen, flowers in hand, opening cabinets. “Now where did those vases go?”

You take off your coat and heels, leaving them by the door. You go up to him and gently turn him toward you, pulling him into a kiss. He drops the flowers on the counter and wraps his arms around your waist. The kiss deepens, your tongues touch and slide over one another. His body bends over yours like it wants to get horizontal.

After the kiss he swallows thickly and seems to be at a loss about what to do next. You take him by the hand and lead him into the rest of the apartment. You’re heading toward the couch, but he stops you. “I was thinking we could, um, try the bed?”

Words fail you. You manage to get out an affirmative, “Mmm. Mmhmm.”

He leads you to the foot of the bed and you stand there in front of each other. You reach up to unbutton his shirt and you look at his face to check if it’s ok. He lets you undo each button and you slide the shirt off his shoulders and he pulls his arms free. You tug his undershirt out of his pants and pull it over his head. You kiss his neck and his chest.

He finds the zipper on your dress and opens it. Then he slides the straps down off your shoulders and your dress slips to the floor. He takes in your body dressed only in your undergarments. You’re wearing a sexy set of shape wear that looks almost like a corset. His face flicks through several expressions ranging from astonishment to lust.

You reach behind you to unhook the top piece and pull it away from your body. Once your bare breasts are exposed, Steven groans, and starts to reach for one but stops himself, looking to you for permission. You take his hand and place it on your breast. “Steven, I want you to touch me,” you tell him.

He kneads your breast with his hand and leans in to kiss you. With your lips on his, you reach for his belt buckle and start to undo it. He abruptly breaks from the kiss, letting go of your tit in the process.

“What? What is it?” you ask.

“It’s just, um,” he starts to say but he doesn’t seem to want to say it. You coax him into it and finally he blurts out, “I’ve been told it’s big…I just thought I should warn you.”

That was so unexpected you’re actually stunned. You can’t figure out how to respond to that and your brain won’t quit focusing on how you’ve started to salivate.

You know you have a huge smile on your face, though, because Steven steps back a little defensively and, with not a small amount of hurt and trepidation, asks you, “What?”

“No, it’s that-” You can’t for the life of you form a coherent thought so you blurt out the first thing. “I’ve been rubbing myself up and down on your massive cock for the past week, I know how big it is.”

“Oh.” He’s a mixture of shock and relief, but that only lasts for a moment before giving way to embarrassment. “Right. That…that makes sense.”

“I have to tell you though,” you say with wicked smile, “you warning me about your size made me wetter than you could know.”

His jaw drops at that and while you have him distracted you gently push him down on the bed. You undo his pants and pull them off over his feet which are still in his socks. You don’t even bother taking his underwear off, instead you shove them down until his cock, semi-hard at this point, is free and you immediately take him in your mouth.

He makes a strangled gasping sound and you pop your head up. “Is this ok?”

He raises his head to look at you. Both eyebrows shoot up and he gives you a “mmhmm” with some vigorous head nodding.

There’s a bead of precum leaking from the tip and you swipe your tongue across it before you go back to worshiping him. He hardens in your mouth which is watering so much that your spit drips down his shaft. You suck and bob and desperately wish you could take him deeper. You think about how you’d like to learn to deep throat on his cock. You only take your mouth off him once - to give his balls some attention, stroking him as you do it - before your greedy mouth returns to taking as much of his cock as you can. You barely register the sounds he’s making - you’re actually not sure whether that’s him or you moaning.

So it takes you a moment to realize he’s gasping out, “Stop! Stop!”

You pull your mouth off him with a pop and ask him what’s wrong. He’s lying there with his eyes squeezed shut and he says, breathless, “I don’t want to cum just yet.”

You watch as he calms himself down. The man is in shambles from the head you gave him and it’s such an amazing feeling, having this effect on him, that you want to find out what else you could do to him to make him react this way. You imagine using the ankle restraint you know he has. Maybe you could overstimulate him or make him beg….

But perhaps that’s better left for another time.

After a minute he sits up. He takes a deep breath and notices his boxer briefs at his thighs. He then sheds the rest of his clothing before turning to you, bliss in his eyes. “That was amazing, in-incredible, really.”

His praise makes you smile.

He picks up your hand and kisses your knuckles. He continues kissing up your arm and asks what you’d like him to do for you.

“I…” You bite your lip. There’s one thing you really want to do, but you just don’t know if he’d be into it.

“Yeah?” He’s still peppering your skin with kisses, and when you don’t answer, he asks you what you want him to do. He asks you again and again until-

It comes out in a rush. “Want-to-ride-your-face.”

You could swear he stops breathing for a moment. His face goes kind of slack and you’re worried you’ve freaked him out or something. You almost tell him to forget it, but he starts nodding.

“Yeah?” you ask him. Your face is scrunched up like you’re not sure he really means it.

But the way he says, “Yeah,” in response, with barely contained desire, dissolves all of your doubt.

He lays back down and you take off your underwear before straddling his face. It’s the first time he’s seen your pussy and it’s a close up. You’re more self-conscious than you though you’d be. But he just moans and pulls you to his mouth. He moves his tongue across your clit and you slap a hand across your mouth because otherwise you’re going to get loud and you don’t want to disturb his neighbors. His tongue and lips feel so good, but you can’t bring yourself to move your hips and you just stay still instead.

After a minute, Steven pushes your hips back enough so he can say, teasingly, “I’m not sure I’d call this riding, love.”

It knocks the breath from you. He immediately puts you back on his face and pushes your hips back and forth to encourage you to hump his face.

You move your hips just a little to start but it takes very little time for you to really get into it. You brace yourself on the bookshelf that acts as a headboard. You swirl your hips and rock them up and down over his mouth, careful not to smother him. On the way up, your clit bumps his nose and you moan from behind your hand. The next time you do it, Steven noses into you while shaking his head ever so slightly from side to side. You have to brace yourself with your other hand too after that. You slide back down to his mouth and his tongue runs over you. You shimmy your hips a bit and then slide up to his nose again. He does the same thing as before, nosing into you. You go back and forth and you can feel yourself start to cum. You try to wriggle off him before cumming, but he holds your thighs in place and finishes you. You’re calling his name by the end of it.

You shift off him, and you’re not sure what to expect. You don’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ seems inadequate.

He sits up. His chin is drenched. He licks his lips, and says, “That was, um…you know…I thought…” He licks his lips again. Enthusiastically, he says, “Yeah, good. It was really good. What did you think?”

You huff out a sort of incredulous laugh. Pointing at his chin, you say, still a little breathless, “Yeah, clearly I thought it was good.”

“Hmm?” he says. Then he realizes his face is coated with you. “Right. Let me just go-” he cuts off and heads into the bathroom. He returns with a towel, wiping his face as he comes toward the bed.

The mattress dips as he sits down again. He shyly looks over your body and says, “You’re so bloody gorgeous. I can’t believe you want to be with me.”

Before you can tell him he’s insane, he kisses you and your mind goes blank. Your tongues touch and the passion ignites again. You arch into him and wind your fingers through his hair. It’s all heavy breathing, wet kisses and sighs. He nips at your earlobe and kisses your neck.

“Steven? Earlier you said you didn’t want to cum yet…so, uh, how do you want to cum?”

He pulls back and it looks like he’s considering something. Finally he says, “Let me show you.”

He lays you down and grabs a pillow, situating it under your hips. The pool of ache shifts inside you just from that small tilt in your pelvis and you think, Oh, he’s planning to fuck you deep.

Your whole body tingles in anticipation, and nowhere is that more apparent than your tits. Your nipples get rock hard.

Steven reaches over you to the nightstand beside the bed. He pulls a condom from the drawer and puts it on, his tongue between his teeth as he pays attention to what he’s doing.

It’s a weird sensation, surreal even, because you’ve been fucking Jake without one. It feels wrong that Steven doesn’t know that. But you’re also not sure that it’s any of your business. It’s not like you’re the first person Jake’s ever been with. It kind of seems like something they need to figure out as a system.

All of that is wiped from your mind in the next moment, though, because Steven looks up after he’s rolled the condom over his dick, and notices your erect nipples. A small whine escapes from between his lips before he dips his head down, sucking one of your tits in his mouth. His tongue rolls over the sensitive bud and you arch into him, your pussy clenching, impatient to be filled. He does the same for your other tit and when he lifts his head, the wet of his spit left behind feels cool.

He’s on his knees right between your legs, his hard cock just inches from your wet cunt. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah.”

He grips your hips and pushes forward into you, bit by bit. You have an intrusive thought about grabbing him by the ass and ramming him into you, but you let him do his thing instead.

With your pussy wet and willing, it’s not too long before he’s balls deep in you, and when he is, he leans over top of you, holding himself up by his hands. He reaches down to spread your outer lips apart and he presses his pubic bone right against your clit.

He starts moving his hips, but he doesn’t thrust, exactly. Instead, he sort of rocks and rolls his hips into you. The motion alternately grinds his pubic bone against your clit and presses the head of his dick to your G-spot. Back and forth: clit, G-spot, clit, G-spot. It creates this slow and steady build deep within you. It feels wonderful, but you’re a little worried that it won’t crest.

A bead of sweat drops from his forehead to your neck. His breathing is heavy and his eyes are closed tight in concentration - something about that just makes you feel a rush of affection for him. He moans and it sounds so lovely coming from his lips. Being with him like this fills you up in so many ways. You don’t want to get sentimental right now, but you just can’t help it. You’re falling for Steven, and you’re falling hard.

You wrap your legs around him, the heels of your feet resting on his ass, and you roll and rock your hips with him. He groans and sort of collapses on you, chest to chest, skin to skin. His arms wrap around you underneath, one goes up and cradles the back of your neck, the other goes down to your ass, grabbing as much as he can get into his hand. You didn’t think it possible, but he slips even deeper inside of you, making you whimper.

You thread your fingers through his curls. He kisses your neck, sucking the delicate skin with such need that you’re sure he’s left a mark. He moves over you, kissing you full on the mouth, his lips soft and pliant. You breathe into each other’s mouths as you continue to rock into each other.

You pull his head to the side, exposing his neck and you kiss him there, leaving your mark on him. His lips are about at your ear and you hear him whispering praises in between pants. You’re not even sure he’s aware he’s saying any of it out loud. “…feels like heaven…stay like this forever…so bloody gorgeous…”

He’s completely lost in you. And it’s sort of scary, this feeling, this closeness. It’s terrifying really because it’s so strong. You can’t help but clutch yourself to him, holding on for dear life. Then without warning, that deep feeling that’s been building in you rises up and washes over you. You feel it all over your whole body. You desperately call his name, needy for the reassurance he’s there with you.

“I’m here, love,” he whispers to you. Then he buries his head in the pillow you’re laying on. It muffles his moans but you think you hear your name. His hips jerk into you as he cums.

He catches his breath and rises from you, peeling himself from you where your skin, tacky with sweat, sticks to his. He takes a moment to collect himself then he checks on you, asking, “Are you alright?”

Your face is numb. Your brain has shut down. You can’t find your voice. So you just nod.

You try to lift yourself up to kiss him, but your limbs feel like jelly and you can’t make it all the way. He comes to you instead. You kiss him - not your best kiss, your teeth knock together - but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He looks at you again and now he seems worried. “Is something wrong?”

You still can’t speak. Your eyelids are getting really heavy and they start to close as you shake your head in answer.

Steven says your name. “Hey, hey. You can go to sleep in a minute, love. Let’s get you to the bathroom first.”

He helps you from the bed and guides you into the bathroom. “Help yourself to anything you need,” he tells you. “There’s some towels there.”

Before he goes he pulls off the condom and drops it into the wastebasket. You watch his plump naked ass walk out. Idly you wonder why you’ve never sunk your teeth into it.

You stand there, willing yourself to pull together. It takes longer than you expect but eventually you take care of your needs and clean yourself up.

When you walk out, Steven is sitting on the bed in a pair of sleeping pants. He looks up and gives you way too sheepish of a smile from a man that just destroyed you.

You start to gather your clothes. From the bed he asks, “Do you want something more comfortable?”

“Huh?”

“To sleep in. Don’t think that dress would be too comfortable.”

“You want me to stay the night?”

“Yeah, of course, love,” he says in that lilting sing-song of his.

You think back to the night when you were here with Jake and how you couldn’t fall asleep together in case it wasn’t him when he woke up. What would happen if it wasn’t Steven tomorrow morning? You suppose Marc already knows about you now, so he would likely cover and pretend to be Steven. Could you pretend you don’t notice it’s not? And if it’s Jake, well, as much as you’d like to see him that would be so awkward.

You can’t really raise these objections with Steven because he doesn’t know you know any of it. Fuck, what a mess.

You just have to trust that Steven wouldn’t have asked you if he didn’t think it would be fine.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks.

You smile. “Yeah, I’m just still recovering from getting my world rocked by that big dick of yours.”

His eyes go wide and he blushes. You want to make him make this face over and over. “Oooh, cheeky,” he gives you a lighthearted admonishment.

He tosses you one of his T-shirts. It’s soft, worn-in, and smells like him. You climb into bed and cuddle in next to him, his arms wrapping around you and holding you to him. He presses a kiss into your hair and his thumb rubs back and forth, soothingly, where it rests on your stomach. You drift off to sleep right away.

—

In the middle of the night, you’re pulled from your deep slumber when you feel the bed shift. For just a moment you forget where you are, who you’re with. You open your eyes. The glow from the nearly full moon shines through the window and illuminates the bedroom. You’re with Steven, you remind yourself.

You turn to check on him, but you find yourself alone in the bed. The sliding door to the bathroom is partially open and you can hear him talking, but in a hushed voice. You strain to hear what he’s saying.

“What are you doing?” he says, but not to you.

Something isn’t right, though you don’t know what it is yet.

“You don’t even know that much about her. You’re having her sleep over?”

Wait, his accent-

“Steven, man. Nothing came up when I did a background check on her. I mean nothing. She’s lying about who she says she is.”

You can’t see him from where you’re laying. You quietly move on the bed until you can peer into the bathroom. He’s standing at the sink, talking to his reflection. You catch a glimpse of his face in the mirror.

You jerk back because that’s definitely not Steven and it’s not even Jake. You’re now in the flat in the middle of the night, alone, with Marc Spector, the mercenary you’re trying to steal from. The one who is now onto you.

You lay down with your back to the bathroom as before. Marc comes out and you feel the bed dip as he climbs in. You don’t know for sure but it feels as though he’s sitting up, watching you. You keep your eyes closed and focus on trying to control your breathing. You don’t want him to know you’re awake.

After a minute, the bed jostles as he lays down. He keeps to his side of the bed.

You don’t know how long it takes. It could be minutes, it could be an hour, but eventually he falls asleep. For the rest of the night, he doesn’t once roll over and pull you into his embrace. And you don’t sleep at all.

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A/N: Oh, hey, Marc! Chapter 5 coming soon! Are you ready for the angst? (If you want to be tagged, just ask!)

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Used @futuremrsreid Smut prompt for this but no smut. Lol but it’s highly suggestive so mdni! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything so apologies if it is rough around the edges. Please comment if you like :)

Marc is very possessive in this and the other moon boys are mentioned. Y/n is black !

89. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

You were dressed and ready to go out dancing with your friends. Your braids went down your back and ended at your waist and you had a fresh set of lashes. And your outfit was stellar. You had on a tiny black tube dress that just ended at your butt and hugged every curve. You turned to the side and admired the way your butt filled out the dress.

“Marc—babe I’m heading out now.” You called out bending down to lace up your hot pink string heels

“What time are you gonna be back?” He asked in response. He was lounging in the living room. He had Fleetwood Mac spinning on the record player while he nursed a beer.

You came click clacking out in your pink heels, tiny dress and long braids and leaned down to give Marc a kiss on the cheek. “Around 3AM ish—I gotta run though my Uber is 5 minutes away.” In the rushed nature of the kiss you gave Marc in addition to you fumbling around in your purse to ensure you had everything a night out with the girls required you missed Marc’s jaw on the floor.

His eyes trailed up from your feet clad in heels, to your thick thighs up to your behind which was barely covered by the tiny piece of cotton you were attempting to pass as a dress. From your butt he admired the way your waist curved inward and flared out to your wide hips,further up he found himself licking his lips at how your breasts spilled slightly over the neckline of your dress.

Then his jaw tensed. You and the girls were going clubbing. There were bound to be countless guys out who would be checking for a girl as sexy as you. The outfit did nothing but excentuate your sex appeal. Men would come to you like sailors drawn to a siren. Right before you said your final goodbye Marc cut you off

“Wait—no. You are not going out in that outfit.”

“Marc—what do you mean? My Uber is—“

“Listen, I don’t care about the Uber you are not going out dressed like that. Especially not without me.” He said more firmly.

“You’re not invited. It’s girls night” you said. “Babe I really don’t have time—“

Marc then got up and stalked over to you. You both were now chest to chest and he towered over you. You looked up. The glitter eye shadow you had caught the low lights of the living room. Marc ran his fingers up your bare thighs and then grabbed a handful of your ass pulling you in the process so you were flush against him. He took a deep inhale of your YSL perfume and relished in the feeling of your breasts pressing against him.

“You look too good…I don’t want any other men looking at you.” He murmured into your neck breathing you in.

You found yourself beginning to rock against him. Your mutual attraction had you to pulling even closer together like highly charged magnets. You rubbed your lips together and closed your eyes tightly. You pushed your Freshly manicure hands on his chest and pushed away.

“Baby-the girls are expecting me. And this is perfectly acceptable clubbing attire.” You did a spin so he could get a 360 of your dress. “I’m fine as I am.”

“Your braids are longer than your dress.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Marc—“

“And it’s acceptable attire if your going out to look for guys to hook up with. Last time I checked you have a 3-in-1 package deal going on.” He said reminding you of his alters. You smiled thinking of your other boys. Steven and Jake did keep you busy. Marc walked back up to you and trailed his nose up from your shoulder to your jaw. “And you smell to sweet to be going anywhere without me…” You felt your body involuntary tremble at the feeling of this stuble. Then your phone vibrated notifying you that your driver was less than 2 minutes away.

“Marc-“ you began. But he slipped his hand into your purse and tossed your phone onto the couch.

“Like I said fuck the Uber. Stay home so I can take you out of this dress or change into something else.” He ran his tounge along your jaw. At that your heart rate jump started. “Jake and Steven think the same. You look to good to go anywhere without us…stay home and maybe if your lucky we’ll all take care of you tonight.”

“The three of you?” You breathlessly asked. The boys have worked out a system so they can have full days in the body. Only occasionally will the switch back and forth or will someone ‘take’ the body on. Even more rarely will they do it when you sleep with them. But every time they did it while you were intimate it left something to fondly remember.

“Mmmh.” Marc affirmed kissing your jaw. He then pulled your leg up and hoisted it on his hip. You leaned against the wall for further support. He ran his leg up your thigh. Then gave it a slight slap. “Look at this fucking leg—“ Marc groaned aloud “I could bite it.”

You caught each other’s eyes. With his other hand he cradled your face. You leaned forward and kissed him. Deeply. You licked his lower lip and he worked his tounge into your mouth in response. The kiss became filthy. All saliva, tounge, lip gloss and groans. But he suddenly pulled away.

“Stay home.” He said firmly.

“O-okay.” You eagerly agreed. The two of you continue your kiss and moved into the bedroom. In the back of your mind you were glad that you charged the now missed Uber to his card rather than your own.

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