Waking Up To You [ Steven Grant x Reader • Chapter 5
Summary: You have a chat with your coworkers/roommate about your date with Steven. You and Steven get ready.
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader
Warning(s): None, mentions of sex, gossiping
Series: [ blue means smut e.g. penis in vagina sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs etc. ] • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
You and Steven hadn’t seen each other for a whole day and you were missing him. After the first attempt at dinner (the spaghetti burned and you ended up ordering pizza) you and Steven got to know each other a little bit more. He was a lot sweeter that night than he was the night before, you blamed it on the alcohol but it truly seemed like he was another person. Even the way he spoke and his expressions were different.
You didn’t stay the night, due to having to wake up way too early the next morning because of bloody revision. You definitely stayed at his apartment way later than you should’ve, although you didn’t go any more further than making out and maybe a little more dry humping from you.
”You alright, love?” Meredith asked you, walking passed you with a stack of plates balanced on one hand and a half drunk of coffee on the other.
You watched her put the last of the morning rush hour plates away and then make her way to the entrance to flip the sign to CLOSED, just so that you had a break between the breakfast and dinner period—even if it was only a short amount of time “Yeah, I’m good.”
Meredith seated herself across from one of the circular tables and you heard Irene shout from the kitchens, “She’s nervous about her date!”
”Shut up,” you jokingly shouted back, although judging by Meredith’s face you were half serious.
”What’s she talking about?”
You rolled your eyes just as Irene walked through doorway from the kitchen, three plates of cake and a pot of tea resting on a tray in her hands. “It’s nothing. I just... might... have a little... date.”
”A date?” she exclaimed, hands comically slamming down in shock.
You didn’t expect that sort of physical reaction from her, then again you hadn’t had a proper date in years and that had ended up with you feeling like complete shit. You nodded, a smile making its way onto your lips despite your attempts at stopping it. “He’s really sweet.”
Meredith raised her brow at that, humming. “Is he now?”
You rolled your eyes, as Irene placed the tray of cakes and tea in the middle of the table. “What’s with the attitude?” You began pouring yourself some tea and grabbed a plate of cake for yourself. However, this conversation was making your lose your appetite.
”No attitude,” Meredith promised you, beginning to work her way through her massive piece of cake. Irene’s eyes were always bigger than her stomach. “I just think that you need to be careful. It’s been awhile since you’ve last dated.”
”I’ve dated!” you defended yourself, but you couldn’t seem to remember a date in the past year. Maybe you were in over your head? “Look, this guy is different.”
Irene and Meredith exchanged glances, then simultaneously raised their brow at your in question. You groaned, shoving your hands onto your face and breathing in and out. Why was this so hard for you to explain to them? Although, what could you possibly say; that you had a drunken one night stand with a man you met at a bar; then the next morning he woke up and forgot who you were so you sucked him off to remind him what your name was; and then that very same day he invited you back to his apartment to ‘get to know each other better’ and you ended up using his thigh as your own person sex toy and jerked him off which ended with you covered in each other’s cum?
Yeah, no.
Definitely not going to happen, especially with it being Meredith.
“I know every woman who says ‘he’s different’ always has her heart broken, but I swear to you that I’ve never met anyone like him,” you tried to explain, getting your head out of your hands.
Irene sighed, shaking her head and muttering in her native language. “It’s just... it’s not that we don’t believe you. It’s that we don’t believe him! You know, like, we just don’t want you to get hurt and when we hear that this guy who you’ve only known for two days is amazing or whatever, I don’t know, we’re just worried.”
”I’m not in love,” you reassure them, “I swear to you that I’m not in love or anywhere near that because that would be crazy. But, I like him, I actually like this guy. So, I figure: why not give this guy a shot? Please, just don’t say anymore bad shit about him because then you’ll start making me doubt my own instincts.”
Meredith smiled at you sweetly, turning to Irene she gave the Asian woman a nod as if to encourage her. “Okay,” Meredith breathed out, “I’m very happy to hear that you’ve still got a good head on your shoulders, Y/N.”
”And we won’t say anything bad about this man. At least, just for today. Any more immunity and we’ll have to see actual proof that he’s a decent guy,” Irene informed you, shoving a massive spoonful of cake into her mouth which you could see she regretted almost instantly.
You sighed in relief, feeling your anxiety of talking about Steven leave your body. You had a few uni friends and such, but Meredith and Irene were extremely close with you. Meredith had actually hired you on the spot when you first moved to London, which was about five years ago (maybe just a little under) and Irene ended up becoming your roommate after being coworkers for sixth months. Ever since then, the three of you have been fairly close, especially since Meredith was a single parent and yourself and Irene were both great with kids.
The three of you sat in silence, the only sounds that could be heard were the scrapes of your utensils and the continuous hustle and bustle of London streets. You felt bad and even a little guilty for shutting your two friends up. They were only just looking out for you, righteously so but you’d never tell them that. Maybe you should cut them some slack and trust that they’ll do what they promised, which was not judge... which meant you should give them the benefit of the doubt and tell them the truth.
“Okay,” you said, finally breaking the silence that wasn’t awkward, more full of tension than anything. “I’m gonna tell you something, but you have to promise not to make a big deal out of it.”
Irene looked up at you, excitement evident in her eyes and in the way she dropped the spoon onto her plate. “I can’t promise you shit, but I’ll try.”
You opened your mouth, but paused and turned to Meredith who had a thoughtful look on her face. After a moment of thinking she sighed and nodded, “I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
You smiled gratefully at the two of them, thanking whoever was up there and praying that they won’t hate Steven. “Okay, so Irene knows that I saw him the night before last to, and I quote ‘get to know each other better’ but I haven’t exactly told anyone what happened.”
Meredith narrowed her eyes at you suspiciously, her body already tensing up. She was probably only ten years older than Steven, but you somehow saw her as a second mother (which you would never admit to neither her nor Steven since he already confined in you about his worry about your age gap and that would not make things better) and so her opinion mattered a lot to you. Even if you said otherwise.
Irene let out a nervous sound, sensing Meredith’s preemptive disdain and your hesitance. “So,” she said, a small nervous smile on her lips, “what happened?”
You took a deep breath in, crossing your legs tightly as you already felt yourself get a little turned on at what had happened that night. “Well, I went over there and you know, he answered and he really liked my dress but didn’t want to show it.”
”He didn’t wanna show that he liked your dress?” Irene cut in, eyebrows furrowing.
You nodded, “Yeah, he kept avoiding my body and just kept looking at my face.”
”Didn’t you say you already had sex?”
Meredith raised her eyebrows at the new information, but didn’t say a thing. You winced, smiling awkwardly at her, “Did I forgot to mention to you that Steven and I met at a bar and that it was meant to be a one night stand?”
***
Steven paced up and down the gift shop. It was lunch time, meaning everyone was at the food court or had left the museum to get edible food and so the shop was empty. Of course, there’d be a customer every five minutes or so, but Steven had been working at the gift shop long enough to know when peak hour was—and it wouldn’t be here for another hour or two.
Steven’s hand was clenched tightly around his phone, his knuckles turning white and his breath erratic. Donna had just been around to tell him what a shite job he’d done at getting here on time this morning and so he’d be the one to work through lunch (again, might he add). It was fine by him, since he actually had something proper to think about: you.
Steven had just made reservations at a real nice place for tonight, quite pricey but worth it since he knew you’d like it. The plus side of him not having any friends meant he didn’t go out much or do many activities, so all the money from his job went to bills and the rest was saved (he also didn’t have to pay for rent since his mum let him stay at her apartment).
Now, all he had to do was call you... yeah, right, he’d been psyching himself up for the last ten minutes to call you and nothing. He was such a loon and he hated himself for it.
”C’mon, Steven,” he murmured to himself, gripping his wrist with his other hand as he planted himself to the one spot. Once again, it felt like someone else was controlling his hand because before he knew it, his thumb pressed the call button. This time though, he was ready.
Steven waited with the phone to his ear, biting on his lip while he begged you would pick up. He sighed in disappointment, about to hang up right after he heard it go to voicemail.
Leave a message, you sod.
”Oh, alright,” Steven whispered back to himself, rolling his eyes. He waited for the beep and took a deep breath in. “Uh, hiya Y/N! How’s it going? Hopefully good ‘cause it would suck if it didn’t. I was just calling to let you know that I’ve got a place booked for six, figured you know, why not make it six? Unless... you work until six. If you work until six or later just let me know and I’ll cancel. Not that I’m trying to cancel on you! I would never, I really would never I swear! I honestly think you deserve better than me so why would I try to avoid this date? God, I’m an awful idiot aren’t I? I’m so—“
Steven was stopped by another beep, indicating that the message had been recorded and that it had stopped, “Oh, shitting hell, mate!”
Steven groaned, recalling you once again to clarify what the plans were. It went to voicemail again. “Hiya, Y/N! It’s me, Steven, don’t think I clarified that to you on my last voicemail. Sorry, went on a bit of a tangent there, didn’t I? I’m just nervous to be frank, I promise I’ll be better on our date tonight. Not that you should try to be better tonight as well. Uh, that sounded bad. You can’t be better, but I can. No! I’m sorry, I mean I can be better for you but you could never be better for me because you’re already perfect? I’m really bad at this, I’m sorry!”
He hung up, cursing under his breath and breathing in deeply. “You can do this, Steven,” he whispered to himself. “Be better.”
”Hiya, it’s Steven again. I’m sorry about the two previous voicemails, I struggle a bit talking to you. Well, to anyone for a matter of fact. Although, you are easier to talk to than others,” he paused for a moment, thinking about his next move. He was already doing awful. “I wish someone made clones of you so that I could talk to more people.”
Steven shook his head, hanging up. “Nope.”
“Hiya, it’s Steven...”
***
“This guy is insane,” Irene stated, watching the screen with intent.
The three of you stopped eating and drinking to listen to your phone that was on the centre of the table. During your talk with Meredith and Irene, you hadn’t noticed the calls that Steven was making your way since it was on silent. So, imagine your surprise when you check your phone for messages when you find not one, not two, not three, but five voicemails.
”He’s not instance!” you rejected her comment, slapping her shoulders jokingly which made her laugh. “He’s very sweet.”
”‘I’ll make clones of you’ if some other one night stand ever said those words to anyone in the world, they would runaway,” Irene told you, her pointed at you as if she were making a point.
You waved her off, “Yeah, well... he’s not a one night stand technically, he’s a...”
”One night stand, plus an oral sex morning and dry humping night.”
”Eloquent as always, Irene,” Meredith commented, shockingly her face held a smile. She turned to you, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he does seem nice.”
”Seriously?” Irene yelled, laughing.
”See? Thank you.”
”You have to be careful, Y/N,” Meredith added, a stern look on her face. “Take it from me, people who seem nice are always either hiding something or are putting up a front for who they truly are.”
You sighed, nodding your head. You didn’t want to, but you had to listen to her. You just had to, she was basically your work mum and you trusted her with your life. You just hoped you would remember what she told you and not forget once you looked into Steven’s puppy dog eyes.
***
“You’re a right twat, you know that, don’t you?” Steven told himself, looking at his reflection with his hands stuffed into his pockets.
The suit he was wearing was probably two decades too old, the last time he wore it he couldn’t even remember. And now he’d be wearing it in front of you. It wasn’t too late to change. Checking his watch, he sighed, yes it was. The restaurant was about thirty minutes from his place, and he was meant to pick you up from your apartment which was only ten minutes from the restaurant.
Steven decided that he’d take a taxi, there was better chance that he’d actually make it on time then. You had sent him your address over message, adding on that my roommate’s visiting her parents tonight and tomorrow so we’ll have the place to ourselves (closer to the restaurant) ;).
Steven would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel his slacks tightening and his dick harden. God, it was embarrassing how easily you turned him on. Even just thinking about the way you pulled on his hair made him hard. “Now’s not the time,” he hissed at himself, adjusting his pants and hoping that his erection would go down soon. The taxi had just pulled up to the curb and was waiting for him now.
Steven rushed through his apartment, saying a farewell to Gus who was happily fed and swimming around his fish tank. Steven grabbed the box of chocolates that were in the shape of a heart, being careful not to tussle them too much as they were quite delicate before grabbing the bunch of flowers and departing his apartment. He was quite proud of the choices he made, since they were your favourite flowers and chocolates. He just hoped the rest of the date would go well and that he didn’t ruin it. Who was he kidding? He always ruined everything.
Waking Up to You [ Part 4 ] • Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: You realise that you might have feelings for Steven. You ride Steven’s thigh.
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader
Warning(s): thigh riding, cum eating, hand job, clit stimulation, humping, finger humping?????, actual fluff, nudity on the reader’s part, nipple licking, nipple sucking, breast groping, overall a pretty good time
Series: [ blue means smut e.g. penis in vagina sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs etc. ] • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
Being a gentleman was Steven’s goal for the night. He had rushed home as soon as he could and started chaotically cleaning his house. It proved to be all for naught, since he was mostly moving stacks of books into other strange places and then replacing the stacks of books with more books. In fact, he was almost one hundred percent certain that he made it worse. He was so excited, that when he was cleaning up and chatting to Gus about you, he realised that he had forgotten to feed his poor fish.
“I’m sorry, my little friend,” Steven sung quietly, sprinkling the food into the tank and watched as Gus swam around the water engulfing every flake.
Steven thought he would’ve had the apartment cleaned and proper by the time you arrived, but time seemed to go much quicker than normal and before he knew it, you were there.
You had knocked on the door at 7:01—in reality, you’d been standing outside for the past seven minutes but you didn’t want to seem too keen. You liked Steven, way more than you should’ve and you wanted to keep it a secret. As you heard a crash and then a series of mild profanities, followed by apologies, you adjusted the hem of your dress. You were wearing a simple, black dress that left little to the imagination, however you had worn an overcoat of the same colour on top to keep you warm and hide it from the public. You had left it in the car.
It was safe to say you were trying to impress Steven. So, in a mature and sophisticated way, you grabbed the sluttiest dress from your closet and made sure your tits and arse looked incredible. They did. The top resembled a corset and highlighted your breasts enough to gain attention, but not too much that Steven would get scared by them.
You were reminded what Irene said when you were picking out a dress and figured, even if Steven was just playing the ‘virginal, I don’t know what I’m doing, nice guy’ you could happily fall into his trap and just have sex with him. Maybe that made you an idiot, or even a little bit of an addict for sex, but you honestly didn’t blame yourself—you’d convinced yourself that Steven’s dick was some sort of mind control device he used on you. Yeah, that seemed plausible.
You could hear hurried footsteps and a multitude of locks being unlocked. “Sorry, Y/N. I accidentally...” Steven lost his train of thought as soon as he cracked the door open.
You had left your overcoat in the car and you were now completely freezing, but it was worth the reaction Steven gave you. He stared at you, face slack and his hand pointing at you. He was in a trance, his gaze quickly averting from your body to your face. Even when he was perving on you, he somehow managed to be respectful. “God, you’re beautiful. Absolutely, positively stunning.”
You smiled, feeling your heart pound a little in your chest. You mentally chastised yourself, reminding yourself this wasn’t going to be a date (you’d only ever had one or two proper dates that ended well) and that this was most likely going to just be sex. “You look good too,” you told him, eyes unapologetically looking over his body.
Steven’s hair was a mess of curls, more so than usual but you didn’t know that, and he seemed a little disheveled. His button up with green leaves on the print was wrinkled and unbuttoned at the top, giving you a sneak peak of his toned chest. His slacks were also wrinkled, and you noticed a red stain was on the bottom half of his slacks which he didn’t seem to be aware of.
Steven breathed out a nervous chuckle, your eyes causing an excited skip of his heart. “Do... would you like to come in?”
”Of course I would,” you answered, kicking yourself at your obvious desire to see him.
Don’t be needy.
Don’t be pathetic.
Don’t get attached.
He opened the door more, stepping aside to let you enter. Once you did, a tomato like aroma washed over you and you hummed. “What’s that smell?”
”Oh.” Steven looked at his feet, taking a deep breath in. “I, uh, tried to make spaghetti but I don’t think the meat turned out right.”
You furrowed your brows, “But you’re vegan?” Steven nodded, closing the door and locking it but only using one lock. You were curious as to why he had so many. “So, why’d you cook meat?”
Steven shrugged, wringing his hands together in a nervous manner, “Well, you said this morning that you’d have to find vegan recipes, so I figured you weren’t vegan...”
Oh, he was just the sweetest man you’d ever met. “Did you make any for yourself?”
”I’ve boiled some spaghetti pasta. Didn’t see the point in making two different batches.”
You nodded slowly, honestly questioning how Steven’s brain worked and if it just hated him. “You really didn’t have to do that,”—his face fell, so you quickly backtracked—“but it’s really sweet of you and I appreciate it, so thank you.”
He seemed to glow at your words and he quickly walked over to the tiny kitchen to check on the spaghetti. While he did so, you looked around his place and noticed that the crash was a pile of books that was stacked way too high. You also noticed that he tried to clean up, which would explain his chaotic appearance. You smiled, realising that he had cooked and cleaned. Maybe this wasn’t a booty call after all.
Steven was nervous—stirring the mix of tomatoes, herbs, meat and vegetables—he used it as a distraction. “Hello, Gus,” he heard you say, making him smile. “How are you doing?”
You looked at the goldfish, looking at the one finned creature. Only Steven would manage to find a one finned fish and then buy it. Despite knowing him for only a day, you figured he probably felt bad for the little guy and thought no one else would want him.
“Oh, uh, Steven,” you called out, turning on your heel and walking over to the kitchen, the sounds of your red high heels clicking. He hummed, looking over at you with a wooden spoon in his hand and... oh, he looked so cute, he was wearing an apron over his body. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that it didn’t work and that he had spaghetti sauce on his pants.
”Yes, Y/N?”
”I know you said not to bring anything over text, but I couldn’t help myself.” You pulled a small bag out of the purse you had brought with you. “It’s like this weird algae treat tablet thing, for Gus.”
Steven’s heart melted at that, putting the wooden spoon down before stepping closer to you. You passed it to him and he gently took it from you, fingers brushing together for a second which made his heart flutter. “Oh, my days. Gus will love these! Thank you so much.”
”It’s weird,” you stated, nodding your head and closing your eyes. “It’s weird. I’m realising just this moment that this is a weird thing to do.”
”No, no, no,” Steven promised you, placing the treats next to him and placing his hands on your shoulders. “This is really sweet.”
”They’re vegan too, which is even weirder since it’s not like you’re going to be eating them,” you blurted out, realising how pathetic you sounded.
Not being needy or pathetic or attached just got kicked to the curb and now you were just a crazy bitch who bought vegan fish treats to a one night stand.
This was so out of character for you. You were the one who was always able to just have sex without any emotional connection whatsoever. It didn’t matter how attractive they were or how much money they had or how good they were in bed, you were always unattached to them.
You didn’t tell Irene or anyone else for the matter, because how could you? Admitting that it’s been about five years since you last had romantic feelings for someone made you sound odd. Your mother thought you might’ve been asexual (one glance at the internet could basically convince her you had schizophrenia), but you told her you weren’t and even explained that the amount of sex you had with little to no emotional connection definitely meant you weren’t.
That’s why it was so odd for you to be doing this, getting excited at the idea of ‘this is more than a date’. That’s why you freaked out and bought fish treats (which you didn’t even know fish had treats until a few hours before). And that’s why your heart was pounding at just Steven’s hands resting on your shoulders. “It’s not weird, love, I promise you that.”
Love. You’re pretty sure no one’s ever called you that.
”Thanks, Steven,” you whispered, still cringing at the fish treats.
This was unbeknownst to Steven, as he thought that that was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him. It made him want to kiss you. He decided he was going to you. Leaning down to your height, he slowly pressed his nose against yours, breathing in your scent and just relishing the feeling of your skin against his.
Your lips were brushing against his, feeling the heat of his skin radiating onto yours. The sensation of his hands caressing your bare shoulders made you shiver and all you wanted was your tongue inside his mouth. “Steven, kiss me now.”
He did what you told me, pressing a gentle peck against your bottom lip before going back in and deepening it. His lips moved against yours, his kiss more gentle compared to your passionate kiss this morning, but you liked it. He was tender and gentle and a little clumsy at times, but it was a complete change of pace and you adored it. Your hands pulled him flush against your body by his hips, before trailing to his back and untying the apron. You bit his lip mid kiss for only a mere second and he melted against you with a moan.
”Ah, Steven,” you murmured against his lips, tugging on his bottom lip gently before running your tongue along the bite.
Steven melted against you with a whimper, making your core throb at the sound. You couldn’t remember the last time a sound made you so horny. You dug your nails into his hips, while his arms wrapped around your waist. He felt every curve, every shiver and every little gasp that came from you and he loved it. Never had he ever felt so close to someone, literally and figuratively, and he never wanted it to stop. He wanted to know your body, to memorise every detail so that he knew exactly how to play you as if you were an instrument, just so that he could listen to your sounds.
“Steven,” you gasped, pulling away but lingering your lips so that they were brushing together. “Bed now.”
Before Steven could speak, you brought your lips back to his and began kissing him once more. You moved one of your hands from his hips to the back of his head, your hands gripping on his curls as your lips moved together. He hummed against your lips and followed you blindly as you pulled him by one hand on his hip to the bed. It was awkward, blind and at one point the two of you knocked over a pile of books to which he swore was okay. You felt bad, but continued to lead him to his bed, all while assaulting his lips with your own.
At one point, your tongue finally came into the mix and began running back and forth against his bottom lip, making him smile. He parted his lips for you to have access, and you sighed, letting your tongue slip between—“Shit!”
You had gotten distracted and had forgotten about the sand, so when you took a step back and your heel landed on top of the ring of sand, your heel started to slip against the unusual terrain. Steven’s grip on your waist tightened, so as you started to fall backwards he luckily stabilised you halfway through your fall.
“Oh, my days!” he gasped, his hand resting on the middle of your back as you were still dipped. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry, I completely forgot about the sand.” Steven was kicking himself that he hadn’t thought of cleaning that up.
He waited, gauging your reaction and fearing that you’d be furious at him and his little ‘quirks’. He knew that he was furious at himself for not being able to sleep like a normal human and instead had to have a ring of sand around his bed like a freak.
Before Steven’s head exploded from the worry he held deep inside, you bursted into laughter while moving yourself back upright. “I was not expecting that,” you laughed, making Steven look at you in awe.
Steven saw that going completely differently, with you screaming at him and him apologising which would just end with you leaving his apartment. He felt relieved that you were laughing at the situation and that, from the looks of things, you weren’t at all in any pain or danger. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned, hand still on the small of your back and rubbing small circles into the material of your dress.
You hummed, nodding while you watched him freak out. You bit your lip, gesturing to the bed with a nod of your head. “I’m fine, but uh... I think we should get onto the bed before I split my head open.”
Steven let out a nervous laugh, letting you take a step over the ring of sand and sitting on the edge of his bed. He watched as you kicked your heels off and moved them with your feet beside the pole that held the restraint. He swallowed, as you eyed the restraint with a glint in your eyes. He definitely wanted to find out what was going through your head when you looked at the restraint.
Steven sat beside you, thankful that he wasn’t wearing shoes but wondering whether he should take off his socks as well. He debated this in his head, weighing out the pros and cons of taking his socks off. He wanted to, but he also didn’t want to just in case you didn’t like that. What was he going to do? What could he do? If he took his socks off and you decided that you didn’t like that you could walk away from him and decide to never see him ever again. But, if he kept his socks on and midway through... intimate acts, you noticed he still had them on, you might think that was weird and stop and then decide you never wanted to see him ever again. Both options had consequences and he—
“Steven?” you interrupted, looking up at him from the bed. You noticed an internal argument he was having with himself and decided to finally just get him out of whatever trance he was in. “Are you okay?”
Steven hummed, looking down at you with softened eyes. “Oh, yeah, definitely. I’m just, I’m just struggling with something.”
”What is it?” you asked, reaching a hand out and grabbing his. You held onto it, rubbing circles onto the back of his hand. “Do you need help? Are you okay?”
”Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, but he really wasn’t. He wondered if he should tell you what he was struggling with, but you probably would think he was a freak. Or, if he didn’t tell you, you might think he was hiding something sinister or have a life changing secret. “I was just wondering if I should take my socks off or not.”
You wanted to laugh or at least giggle at his confession, more in relief than at his expanse because you truly believed he was having a crisis. Instead, you smiled gently and told him, “I don’t mind, whatever your comfortable with.”
Steven nodded slipping the apron off and discarding it on the floor somewhere near the bed. He then sat down beside you and decided to take off his socks. He used his feet to do so, as he didn’t want to touch his socks and then touch you with the same hands. You were still smiling, waiting patiently for him to take off his socks. When he was done, he looked at you with a nervous glint in his eyes, so you grabbed his chin between your fingers and made him look at you.
”Hi, Steven.”
”Hiya,” he whispered, shivering at your touch.
You moved closer to him, hand still holding his chin while you pressed kisses onto his lips gently. You noticed that while he liked how you kissed, he liked to start off gentle and tender. You pulled away after about several kisses, to look him in the eyes. His eyes seemed to glaze over the more and more you kissed him, which you took as a good sign.
When you pressed kisses to his lips once again, this time you lingered, lips moving gently against his while you cupped his face with your hands. While your lips continued to move against one another’s, you moved closer to him until you were straddled on his lap, bringing yourself to his height with your knees on either side of his thighs.
You pulled away from his lips and trailed down to his neck, just like you did this morning. Steven gasped, feeling you lick a long expanse of his skin and then felt you suck on the flesh. He relished the sensation, eyes closing at the way you bit his neck and then licked at your assault immediately afterwards, almost like you were healing him with your tongue. Steven’s hands moved to your thighs, gripping them the more he felt pent up.
You took that as a sign and moved your hands to the hem of your dress, grabbing at it and begun to pull it up your thighs. Your lips continued its assault on his neck, sucking, biting and then licking at the same spot over and over so that a lovely purple bruise was forming. “Oh, you’re amazing,” he whimpered, eyes clamped shut while you kept going.
You hands begun tugging harder at the tight skirt of your hem, it getting caught just at the connection of your legs to your crotch. Steven felt the odd movement and opened his eyes to just catch a glimpse of your bare pussy. He released a noise that sounded between a gasp and groan. “Are you—are you wearing underwear?”
You paused your movements, hearing the slight tremor in his voice. “No,” you told him, realising how desperate you sounded. “I couldn’t because the dress was too tight, so you would’ve seen the outline of my panties.”
“Oh,” he whispered, before releasing out a moan, “ohhh.”
”Yeah,” you whispered in response, making him swallow.
”Do you... are you wearing anything else underneath?” He was asking you if you were wearing a bra, but he couldn’t say it. The very thought was enough to make him cum, so who knows what would happen if he said it?
Instead of responding verbally again, this time you decided to show him. You moved your hands to the spaghetti straps of your dress, taking your time and individually sliding them off your shoulders. He watched in utter amazement, as you reached behind and unzipped the corset part of your dress. Then, with just one hand you slipped the top of your dress over your breasts giving him a full view of them.
”Oh, god,” Steven practically sobbed at the sight of you, shoving his head into your neck and nuzzling in. “Oh, you are beautiful. You are so beautiful.”
Your body seemed to be lit on fire by his words and at the feeling of his nose pressed up against the side of your neck. “Go on,” you encouraged, your hand moving to the back of his head and patting his hair. “Look at them. Touch them. Kiss them. Do whatever you want to them.”
He whimpered at your words, pressing a kiss against the skin where your neck and shoulder met, before pulling away. He seemed to struggle letting his eyes wander to your chest, so you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your right breast. He seemed shocked at what you did, but his hand started groping at the mound. He gently moved his hand, squeezing and slightly tugging at your full breast watching in wonder while you released a breathy moan. His other hand made its way to your other breast, massaging the mound of flesh.
You closed your eyes, straddled to Steven’s lap while he toyed with your breasts. It was calming, it made you feel cared for and almost loved. You enjoyed it, you enjoyed how his hands fit over your breasts (from experience, your own hands were unable to fit completely over your breasts) and you enjoyed the way he murmured little encouragements—whether they were for you or him was unknown.
”Look at you,” Steven whispered, “absolutely stunning.” He noticed that your nipples had gone hard from the stimulation and decided he wanted to see what would happen if he focused on them.
You were almost disappointed when Steven pulled one of his hands away from your breast, but then he pinched your nipple with his thumb and forefinger and you immediately gasped. You felt yourself get damper with more arousal and knew it would be dripping down your thighs soon and onto his. You decided that you wanted your cum on his legs now.
You positioned yourself so that your right leg was between his legs and your core was situated just over his thigh. “W—what is it? Did I do something? I’m sorry... “ Steven whispered, immediately pulling his hands away from your chest in fear that you were uncomfortable with what he was doing.
”Keep going,” you whispered into his ear, nibbling at the shell of it before leaving a lick behind his ear.
Steven whimpered, gently tugging at both your nipples with his hands. He plucked and pulled, wondering what you could possibly be doing but then he felt it. He felt you tug at the hem of your dress even higher.
It was now bunched up at your waist, leaving your tits and cunt exposed. You begin to drag your core back and forth against Steven’s clothed thigh, gasping at the stimulation of your breasts and your cunt.
”Oh, love,” Steven moaned at the sight of you, watching as you drove yourself wild on his slacks. When you pulled away from his leg, he could see where you dragged yourself and left a trail of arousal on his leg. His mouth watered, remembering this morning when he ate you out and how good the taste of you was. He decided right then and there he needed something in his mouth.
Steven removed his left hand from your breast and quickly replaced it with his mouth. He licked your nipple, unsure how you would react but he felt your legs tighten around his own and how you grinded harder and faster against him. He grinned to himself, licking your nipple a few more times. It was messy and he could feel the contrast of wetness from him on your body and the wetness from you on his. You gasped, feeling his puckered mouth begin to suck on your breast, how his tongue circled your nipple and his mouth pressed against the mound of your breast.
You grabbed his shoulders, using him as leverage as you pleasured yourself on his slacks. The rough material dragged itself across your clit making you gasp each time. The skin on your thighs started stinging a little and you knew you’d probably get some form of carpet burn there but you didn’t care—if anything it added to the pleasure. You felt selfish, being the sole focus of pleasure with Steven sucking on one breast and massaging the other while you used his thigh to fuck yourself. You’d make it up to him. You knew you would.
”God, look at you,” Steven groaned, feeling your knee grind against his hardening cock every time you moved.
”Steven,” you gasped, dragging your clit against the material of his slacks faster and harder. “I’m gonna... ah, fuck... cum on your leg... if we, shit, keep... doing this.” You ended the drawled out sentence with a sound that was similar to a keen.
”Then keep going,” Steven begged you, groaning at the pressure of your body on his leg. He loved it.
You bit your lip, feeling the build up begin. “Undo your pants, now,” you instructed, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you slowed your grinding to an almost stop.
Steven didn’t question you, he did what you said, unbuttoning his slacks and felt himself relax as his cock was no longer tightly confined by the material. Your hips stuttered, threatening to hump his leg faster but you stopped yourself. Your hand moved from his shoulder to his crotch, slipping your hand between his boxers and pulling out his hard cock. It stood up, making you groan at the sight. “Look how hard you are,” you murmured to yourself, but Steven heard it and it made him whimper.
Steven watched you in shock, as you lifted your hips up and moved your hand between your thighs. You moved your hand against your stimulated lips, gathering your arousal with a moan. When you pulled away, Steven caught sight of your hand, completely coated with your cum. God, he wished he could lick your hand clean. Instead, you transferred your cum to his cock, deciding that it was of better use as lube than of eating. Maybe next time.
Steven released a gasp at the feeling of your cum on his cock. You rested back onto his thigh and began riding his leg again—the only difference was that you were jerking Steven off at the same time.
“Oh!” Steven almost screamed, grabbing at your waist as he tried to help you grind up and down his leg. “God!”
You were panting, having a difficult time concentrating on jerking Steven off while grinding against his leg, but you somehow managed. The feeling of his heavy cock between your hand, his pre cum beginning to mix with your own and your own wetness now all over his thigh felt almost like a dream.
Steven didn’t realise that a person could feel so much pleasure at the same time. Your hand moving up and down his cock over and over again in record time, all while your core soaking his pant leg (he could never wear these to work ever again, but he knew he’d wear them around his house) and the small pants and whispers of encouragement that came from your mouth. He didn’t know what he could do, at first he was helping you hump against his thigh but it felt like it wasn’t enough.
So, he reattached his mouth to your breast. His tongue circled around your nipple, licking at the perfect little thing it made his hips stutter against your hand. His teeth lightly grazed your breast by accident, and he almost pulled away thinking he hurt you.
“Shit! Just like that!” you squealed against his neck, your hand tightening around his cock. Somehow, that seemed to send you unexpectedly over the edge and your felt your something tighten within you, until finally—“Fuck! Fuck! Steven,” you panted, thighs clenching as you came. You were completely soaked, as was Steven’s leg, who quickly gathered your cum on his fingers. He pulled away from your breast, and sucked his fingers clean. “Shit,” you whispered, your core throbbing post orgasm but also from the sight of Steven tasting your arousal.
”God, you taste amazing,” he whispered, his hand moving back between your legs only this time it wasn’t for another taste.
Steven began rubbing your clit with his three fingers, making you gasp. Your hips thrusted against his hand, while you continued to jerk him off to the best of your abilities. You felt him kiss along your neck, until finally he once again sucked on your nipple. It was almost too much: his fingers on your clit, his tongue lapping at your raw nipple and your hand wrapped securely around his member.
“You’re so good,” you breathed out, almost whimpering. “You’re so fucking good.”
Steven whined while sucking at your breast, feeling his balls begin to tighten. His hand, for the second time today, had your cum dripping down his hand and onto his arm. He couldn’t wait to lick that up. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice straining and going up an octave.
“That’s it,” you encouraged, feeling your second orgasm approaching much faster than your first. With the help of Steven’s fingers and mouth, it was no wonder. “I’m close too.”
“Y/N,” Steven begged, feeling you fasten your pace with you hand. “Please.”
You knew he was almost there, his entire body was beginning to tense but even then his fingers and hand would not slow down. Your hips snapped forward against him, feeling heat and a tightness form in your lower belly once again. “Come on, baby,” you murmured to yourself, almost freaking out at the use of ‘baby’ but your mind was occupied with other things. You felt yourself tending now, feeling like a rubber band about to snap.
“Y/N, I’m gonna—“
”Fuck, Steven!”
Steven unloaded on your hand and arm, a copious amount of his cum going all over your chest and his own clothes. You followed very close behind, his cum dripping all over your tits and dress was probably what brought you right over the edge. You felt absolutely ruined after your second orgasm, somehow it feeling more powerful and lasting longer despite it only being not too long after your first. Your cum was dripping down Steven’s arm and while you sat there, still straddled to Steven’s thigh and catching your breath, you thought Steven was going to lick his arm and hand clean.
Instead, he leaned close to your chest and started licking his own cum off your tits. “Fucking hell, Steven,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Steven moaned in response, continuing to lap at your skin. He wanted you to get cleaned first, he felt bad that he managed to get his cum all over you. He felt you move slightly, him chasing after your skin and following your every move. He could feel your hand clutching his cum covered arm and bringing it up to your mouth. His eyes widened, feeling your tongue lick up and down his fingers, sucking on the fingertips and letting the flat of your tongue rest on his palm.
Steven pulled away from your chest, watching you suck his fingers. He moved his hand out of your mouth, which you pouted about. “What’s wrong?” you questioned, worried that you had somehow offended or annoyed him.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around your torso and laid down with you in his arms. You smiled, sighing in content as he rubbed his hand up and down your arms. “Unzip me,” you whispered against his chest and you heard the sound of a zipper in suit. Your dress loosened completely and with one hand you pulled it off you and threw it on the floor. You thought you were going to be cold from the lack of clothing, but noticed that Steven’s apartment was fairly warm. You rolled off of Steven, his arms still wrapped loosely around you and quickly you laid your head on his chest and an arm over his muscular stomach.
Steven smiled, feeling absolutely wrecked. He was sticky with cum (his and yours), his heart was pounding in his chest and he was breathing heavily. Still, he couldn’t be happier. “For the record,” he said, gaining your attention, “I wanted to ask you out on a proper date.”
You furrowed your brow, “Why didn’t you?”
He shrugged, tightening his arms around you but ensuring that they were still loose enough so that you were comfortable. “I got scared. Thought that maybe you wouldn’t wanna go out with someone like me.”
”Someone like you?” you repeated, sitting up and turning to face him.
Steven followed your actions, scared he might’ve offended your or made you realise you deserved someone much better than him. “Yeah,” he whispered, gesturing at himself. “I’m just a bloke who works at a gift shop. I’m older than you. And, honestly, I’ve never had a proper relationship. Let alone, have had... I’ve never had sex before. You were my first and I was too bloody drunk to even remember that.”
You bit your lip, reaching out for his hand and gripping it tightly. “I love that you work at the museum gift shop. And, yeah you are older than me but not by much,” you told him. In reality, he was probably more than ten years older than you, but you honestly couldn’t care less. “I’ve never had a proper relationship either, I’ve only been on two dates and they never went anywhere. And Steven, I don’t care if you’ve slept with zero people before me or a hundred. Trust me, I like you and that’s really hard for me to admit because truthfully...” you took a deep breath in, “I’m also scared.”
”You are?” Steven asked, confused.
You nodded, “You are the sweetest man I have ever come across and I’ve only known you for less than a day. And that worries me, because I’m scared you’re too good to be true and I’ll find out that you don’t actually like me or you’re just using me.”
”No!” he denied, jolting from his position to sit closer to you. “I would never. You’re amazing and stunning and smart and beautiful and confident and I’d be lucky to just stand in the same room as you and I know—mmph!”
You pressed your lips against his, the two of you smiling into the kiss. Your hand caressed his jaw gently and before either of you knew it, you pulled away. “That’s a lot of ands,” you murmured, with a slight laugh. He nodded dumbly, hand gripping yours. “Maybe we should go on that date.”
Steven nodded, “I would like that very much. Is tomorrow good?”
Your smile dropped, “I can’t do tomorrow, I’ve got a test the next day so I’m gonna have to study.”
Steven felt a little disappointed but he smiled nonetheless, “That’s okay, we can do it another time.”
“How about the day after?” you suggested, hoping he was free. “Friday, I think it is.”
”Yeah, Friday sounds good.”
The two of you smiled, your heart fluttering at the idea that you had a date with Steven. You started laughing, making Steven worried. “What is it?”
”We’re a mess,” you giggled, gesturing to the two of you. “We sleep together last night, which you can’t remember and then this morning I give you a blow job and you eat me out, despite not knowing each other very well. Then, not even twelve hours later, here we are on your bed, me completely naked and you fully clothed save for your dick out. And we’re covered in each other’s cum. Then we make plans for a date, which was somehow the hardest thing for us to do.”
Steven blushed at your straightforwardness, but he agreed with you. You two were a mess. He wished he could’ve just asked you out this morning, but he was glad he got that off his chest, even if it was after he came all over you. He guessed being a gentleman kind of got thrown out the window as soon as you got into his apartment.
You hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips once more. “At least, we’ve got spaghetti. Spaghetti you can’t even eat.”
”Yeah,” he chuckled, sighing in relief. “Oh, bollocks!”
His eyes widened and you immediately dropped his hands. “What is it?”
”The bloody spaghetti! It’s been on the entire time,” he squealed, jumping up from the bed and running to the kitchen.
You smiled, watching him scramble. You didn’t exactly know where this was going to go with him, but it was definitely going to be interesting.
Waking Up to You [ Part 3 ] • Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: Your coworker questions Steven’s intentions. Steven calls you and sets up a not-date.
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader
Warning(s): None. It’s got no smut which is boring. Does mention sex.
Series: [ blue means smut e.g. penis in vagina sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs etc. ] Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
“What’s got you distracted?”
Your head snapped towards your coworker and friend, Irene, who just walked into the break room. You were on your first break of the day and already you had spilt two cups of coffee and gotten an order mixed up. Steven was proving to be a problem.
“Nothing,” you answered shaking your head, as the image of Steven licking your pussy flashed into your mind.
”Bullshit!” she insisted, hand swatting your shoulder in a joking manner before walking towards the small fridge in the corner of the room. “What’s with the grin?”
Your hand moved towards your face, almost like you needed physical proof that you were grinning (which you were). “I didn’t even notice,” you murmured to yourself, forgetting that you had someone watching you very intently.
”Okay,” Irene said, sitting down across from you on the cruddy little chair that was capable of murdering a person’s back. “Tell me what’s going on or I’ll get Meredith.”
”No!” you told her, pouting dramatically which made her laugh. “Fine, I... met someone last night.”
Irene rolled her eyes, taking a bite out of her cheese and ham sandwich. “And? Was he good?”
You smiled, bringing your glass of water to your lips to hide it. Nodding your head with the tiniest movements, you really didn’t want Irene spreading this information like wildfire. “Um, I would say, in my opinion, that yes, yes he was good.”
Irene stared at your for a few seconds, eyes squinting at you almost as if she were interrogating you. She pointed at you with her sandwich, bits of cheese and ham falling out but she paid it no mind. “How many times?”
”What? Why?” you demanded, eyes looking over at the closed door that lead to the kitchen. You both needed to keep it down or HR would be giving you a stern talking to once again.
“Because,” she stated, moving her shoulders as if to say ‘why not?’, “the amount of times you cum during sex, shows how he treats his lady friends.”
You hummed, shaking your head while looking at her in thought. “I don’t think that’s accurate.”
”Sure it is!”
”I love you Irene, I really do,” you told her, making her smile, “but that is dumb as fuck.”
”What?” she exclaimed, looking like you killed her dog. “It’s true.”
”Uh, untrue. Remember Dylan? He once made me cum five times and he was a complete and utter arsehole.” You grimaced at the thought of your past and who you were with, some of them you really regretted while others were a pretty great experience. You hoped that Steven was going to be a good experience and you had a hunch he would be.
”Oh, right... Dylan,” Irene drawled out his name, eyes staring at the wall behind you as she drifted into her own thoughts. “You still have his number, right?”
”Irene!” you gasped, laughing at her words.
”It’s been a while for me! Okay, I’m sorry!”
You laughed even harder, shaking your head at the desperation of your friend but also at her apology. You knew she’d never get with someone if they did you wrong, but it was still funny. “Trust me, he wasn’t very skilled. He just repeated the same thing over and over, which sounds fun to begin with but gets very boring, very quickly.”
Irene made a face, finally giving up on eating her sandwich and accepting that you two were going to be gossiping about your new found friend. “Okay, but in all seriousness, what was good about this man last night?”
You pursed your lips in thought, thinking back to not only last night but this morning as well. “Well, we had sex last night and he was really good. Super dominant, which was nice especially when I’m drunk ‘cause I cannot for the life of me take the lead.”
”Sounds good,” Irene agreed, nodding her head.
“However, right afterwards he tells me to stay but that he’ll most likely forget who I am.”
”That’s a bit odd...”
“To which part?”
”Both. But, the staying is weirder. Not many people want their one night stand to turn into a morning call,” she explained to you, making you nod in agreement.
This was not your first one night stand, you haven’t had hundreds but you’ve had more than a few in your time. So, to say you knew one night stand courtesy would be an understatement. You thought Steven asking you to stay was odd and weird, but thought maybe it was a London thing and every Londoner just let their roll in the hay stay for the night. But, Irene confirmed your thoughts. She’d lived here all her life and she’d also been to bars and night clubs, so she had experience under her belt as well.
“Right. He also tells me I can have breakfast or shower and that he might be gone by the time I wake up, but maybe not... super odd, so I think ‘Okay, whatever I’m exhausted from you so I’ll just sleep and have a shower’ and I won’t lie when I woke up to find him still in bed I was excited because... well, he was terrific in bed.”
”Haha, you wanted to sleep with him again.”
You nodded, feeling a bit shameful and pathetic that you couldn’t even sleep with him without wanting to do it again. You’ve been able to do so in the past, so you weren’t too sure as to why Steven made you so curious. “Yeah, so I get in the shower after I wake up and I’m kinda keen to have sex again.”
”What kind of soaps does he use?”
”What?” you demanded, gesturing with your hands in question.
”Is he working with 2-in-1 or bars of soap or maybe no soap.”
”Liquid body wash and proper shampoo and conditioner. Why are you asking this?”
”I’m just against people who use bars of soap and 2-in-1.”
You made a face, but completely understood where she was coming from. “Trust me, if you saw how clear his skin is and how great his hair is, you wouldn’t be asking me that.”
”Ohh,” Irene drawled out, sitting up straighter. “You got yourself a pretty boy?”
Again, you made a face but this time it was because you were being indecisive. “I don’t know how to explain it.”
”You don’t know how to explain whether this man is a pretty boy? I’m confused...”
Yeah, you were confused too.
”Last night, he had this extreme hotness about him that screamed ‘I’m gonna fuck you until you cry and then cuddle you afterwards’,” you paused for a moment, thinking about what you were going to say next. “And this morning he’s still extremely hot but in a way that says ‘You’re gonna fuck me until I cry and then we’ll have a hot bath together’, does that make sense?”
“I’m gonna be honest honey,” Irene explained to you, a look on her face that made you nervous. “It doesn’t. Also I can’t tell if what you’re saying is a good thing or a bad thing.”
“It’s definitely a good thing,” you promised her, smiling at your words and memories of Steven from last night and this morning. “He made me cum three times last night, all while drunk. And then this morning, after I gave him a,”—you ducked your head closer to her as if you were telling her a secret—“blow job, he said he wanted to make it up to me and he ate me the fuck out.”
Irene’s eyes widened, “God fucking dammit, and from a one nightstand as well! Was it good?”
You nodded, biting your lip and feeling your face go red. “Amazing. Although, to be honest I didn’t have that much faith that he knew what he was doing to begin with.”
”Why?”
”Well, I just kinda... knew. Like last night, he was totally confident in himself and everything and then this morning he couldn’t even look at my body for the first half an hour,” you explained to her, feeling bad that you were gossiping about Steven. Maybe you should’ve stopped, but you knew that Irene, despite being a gossiping hoe, would never spread your personal life around. “I kinda chalked up his confidence in his abilities to alcohol ‘cause he kinda forgot all his memory from last night and he was speaking in a different accent.”
“Huh.”
”What? What is it?”
”Nothing,” Irene said, waving you off with a hand before sighing. “It’s just, that’s kind of a bad sign, don’t you think? Like, did he seem shocked that he forgot about you?”
You thought about it for a moment, “No, I don’t think so. He was more shocked about me being in his shower than anything. In fact, he kept apologising that he had forgotten but he didn’t seem shocked.”
“You said he warned you that he might forgot, so maybe—and I really hate saying this—it’s a regular occurrence.”
“What?” you asked, eyes squinting at her in thought. “Your saying he gets blackout drunk, fucks a girl and then forgets about them in the morning, and that’s just a regular Tuesday night for him?”
”No!” Irene exclaimed, feeling bad for what she said. “Maybe! I don’t—I don’t know. It’s just, there are some really messed up people, Y/N. And I just don’t want you getting hurt. This guy might seem inexperienced or nervous or whatever, but just be careful. Please.”
You nodded your head slowly, knowing that she was in her own rights to be suspicious. It made you feel crap, but this was supposed to be just a one night stand, so you weren’t allowed to be hurt, especially when it was just about sex. Still, you kind of really liked Steven—maybe a bit too much for your own good.
***
Steven’s day was going just as bad as usual. There was a new shipment of (inaccurate) stuffed toys, which he brought up with Donna, who immediately shot him down. Then, he tried explaining to a school student how mummy’s were prepared and that child ended up crying which got him into trouble again. When it was time for lunch, he found out the fridge was no longer working in the staff room so all of his lunch was ruined and he had to eat the museum’s overpriced vegan burger. When he got back to work, some kid had been running around the shop and knocked over a few pots, so Steven had to clean that up while manning the register by himself.
The only thing that was getting him through the day without crying was honestly, and pathetically, you. Steven couldn’t stop thinking about you, even with Donna screaming in his ear and threatening to fire him, he still thought about you. At first it was just about how you spoke to him, and basically told him most of his life in a matter of moments. He thought about how you remembered that he was a vegan, when even his own coworkers who he’s worked with for years now, could hardly remember (save Donna, who made fun of him for it). But, then his thoughts about you got more... inappropriate.
Every time they got inappropriate, Steven would push those thoughts away and think about the history of slaves in Egypt. He just, he hated sexualising you but he had seen you naked and he had eaten you out. On his second break, he decided that he would call you. After all his turmoil of his thoughts about you—sexual and non sexual—he wanted to see you again, to try to actually take you out on a date. A proper one, with flowers and chocolates and all and at the end of the night, he would give you a kiss and that’d be all, because he wanted to be that kind and gentleman.
Pulling out his phone, he searched your number in his contacts and found you there. This morning, when you were about to leave, you told him your number just in case “he wanted to see you again” which he immediately put into his phone. Clicking on your contact, he debated whether calling or texting would be better. Texting seemed so impersonal. But he was god awful at phone calls and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to even hear your voice without getting a hard o—he took a deep breath and forced himself to stop that image in his head. Texting it was.
When he clicked on the ‘message’ icon, it felt like his thumb had a mind of its own and just decided to click on ‘call’ instead. “No, no, no, no, no...” he hissed under his breath, trying to tap hang up but it wasn’t working. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
”Hello?” It was your voice. Smooth but slightly smoky, in a sexy way. “Hello? Who is this?”
Say something, Steven.
Say anything.
Just tell her something!
She’s going to hang up!
His own voice was screaming at him inside his head and he clenched his fist around his phone before bringing it up to his face. “It’s Steven...” he answered, shakily, “with a v.”
He smacked himself in the face with his other hand.
He heard you laugh, “Hi, Steven. With a v.”
”Uh, hiya.”
You laughed again, then he heard you whisper something along the lines of “Hold on,” and then footsteps. “Sorry, I was just with a friend and she can be a real arse when I’m on the phone.”
”Oh, no, it’s fine,” Steven told you, “I’m glad I don’t have friends that can annoy me.” There was silence on the line and he screamed silently at himself, asking “Why?” He honestly thought he was a real knob at times. “I have friends,” he attempted, wishing he could stop.
You chuckled again, “What’s up, Steven?”
Steven bit his lip, wishing he rehearsed this or just texted you like he wanted. “I had a really good time with you and I hope you did too.”
He could basically hear your smirk, “Yeah, Steven, I definitely had a good time with you. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
He swallowed, feeling his slacks tighten a little but chose to ignore it. It was fine, he was fine. “I did, I really, really did enjoy myself.”
”Yeah?” You were speaking softly, your voice dropping. Steven’s eyes widened at the sound of it. “What did you enjoy the most?”
He felt his breathing seize up, and with his free hand he grabbed at his leg tightly. “All of it,” he managed to stutter out, “I enjoyed every single moment.”
”Yeah, but if you got to repeat one moment, what would you want repeated?”
Steven swallowed again, his mouth going dry as images started flashing into his head. Your naked body in the shower. You sucking his neck. You on your knees, pressing kisses on his thighs. His dick inside your wet, tight mouth. Him on knees, licking at your soaking cunt. His fingers slipping in and out of your tight hole. You arousal dripping down his arm and face.
“Steven?”
Your voice brought him out of whatever state he was in, his member getting constricted painfully against his slacks. “Yeah,” he breathed out, a whimper coming out of him.
”Are you okay? Did I-did I make you uncomfortable?”
”No, no,” he murmured, thinking about how awful this situation was for the both of you. You, who had no idea who hard he was right and probably thinking he was in pain (he was, but in a pleasurable way) and Steven, who was just standing in a hallway that anyone could walk through any moment with the biggest hard on he’s ever had. “I just, I just liked that a little too much.”
”Oh,” you said lowly, before your voice raised in slight excitement, “Oh!”
”Yeah.”
“Well, I know your at work so I’ll stop... for now.” You laughed at the end of that sentence. “But, what did you need, or want?”
”Um, well, I was wondering if you wanted to...” he trailed off, unsure of what to say or whether this was a good idea or not. “If you wanted to come over after work, if your not busy. I just, I just want to get to know you better.”
”Really?” you asked, shock evident in your voice. That made Steven confused, how could a beautiful, young woman like yourself be shocked by getting asked out. Although, it wasn’t really since he didn’t ask you out on a date. God, he wished he did but he’s a right twat.
“Yes, of course!” he exclaimed. “I really like you, not because of the things you make me feel, physically. Although, you’re amazing, incredible in fact, at that and I would love to do that again. Not that I’m pressuring you, I would never pressure, in fact I’d never done anything like that before. Sexually, I mean and also I guess mentally, although I have, of course, thought about those things but not much and I stop myself from doing that. Not that there’s anything wrong with me, I mean I kinda sound like it now, huh, kinda funny if you—“
“Steven,” you interrupt him, making him stop.
”Yeah?”
”Nothing, I just thought I’d help you out by stopping you.”
”Yeah, I’m sorry. Thank you for that.”
”No problem,” you laughed, “look I have to go, but I’ll see you at seven tonight?”
”Seven,” he repeated, nodding his head. “Seven is good. Seven is amazing.”
You let our a slight chuckle, “Bye, Steven. See you at seven.”
“Later gators.”
He hung up immediately, sighing in frustration. He held his face in his hands, mumbling angrily at himself. “You’re a bloody moron. A moron, Steven.” He really was a moron. A moron with an erection. At least he was a moron, with an erection, with a sort of date with a girl he likes. He just hoped he didn’t screw it up and acted like a gentleman.
Series: [ blue means smut e.g. penis in vagina sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs etc. ] • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
When Steven woke up this morning, he didn’t really think he’d be in this position.
In fact, he didn’t even think another human being would ever be in his apartment, let alone in his shower and now on their knees for him. Of course, Steven was definitely grateful, but he certainly felt guilty for what you were about to do for him. He’d never actually... done anything with anyone before. Until last night, which he didn’t even remember so he felt like it didn’t count.
Hell, the only person that’s ever given him pleasure was his own hand—which he tried to avoid doing, as it made him feel exhausted afterwards. Of course, when staying up all night led him to horrible thoughts he would turn to porn and his own touch. Rubbing one out was like a last resort for Steven, he only let himself do it when he knew it was the only thing that could keep him from sleeping (but also something that potentially made him fall asleep).
”Steven,” you whispered, eyes glancing towards his flushed face from your knees. You had yet to touch his cock and he was already gasping with every movement you made. “Do you want this? Because we can stop—“
”No!” Steven gasped, eyes widening at the very idea. “I mean, no. I just, I feel bad that you’re... and I’m...”
God, he was so cute. It made you smile how he had his crotch in your face and yet he couldn’t even say that you were about to blow him. You pressed a kiss to his thigh, eyes still on him as you trailed small kisses along his tan skin. “Steven, I’ve never wanted to taste someone’s dick more in my life.”
It was the truth. You’d sucked cock before, but you’ve never been so excited to do it. Last night, you guys sloppily made out and fucked (with all the attention on you), which Steven couldn’t even remember. You didn’t get the chance to blow him last night, but this morning? You had an hour until work, which meant that there probably wasn’t time for you to ride his dick, but there was certainly time to blow him.
”Really?” Steven gasped, a hand grasping at the sheets.
You nodded, pulling away from him with a smirk. God, he looked stunning sitting on his bed with his legs hanging over. You couldn’t even remember how you got to this position, but you were more than happy. “Don’t feel guilty about this,” you told him, already seeing it in his eyes, “I really want this. Really.”
”O-okay, I’ll try.”
”Good,” you smiled, adjusting your knees on the sand to get more comfortable. It felt a bit uncomfortable to be on the sand, but you didn’t say anything. The positives far outweighed the negatives. “Now, just relax and tell me if you want to stop at anytime, okay?”
Steven nodded, watching in awe as you brought your mouth back to his thigh. Pressing kisses along his skin once again, relishing in his little breaths while you made your way closer and closer to his boxers. Until finally, the material stopped you in your tracks. His boxers were loose fitting on the legs, but you could still see his erection through the material. Looking up at him, you noticed how his eyes had been on your body the entire time. As soon as he noticed you were looking at him, he quickly averted them away. Poor Steven thought he couldn’t look at you.
“Look at me.”
Steven listened to you once more, eyes making its way to you body. God, you were a sight and a half. Kneeling on your knees and your arms resting on his legs, he could see all of you. He could see your breasts, almost bouncing at every movement and each kiss. His mouth almost watered at the thought of kissing them, sucking them and licking them. He could imagine how soft they were and wondered whether you would like him touching them. His eyes wandered even further, to the curve of your waist where he had grabbed at you while you were kissing one another, to the dip of your hips that almost made his mouth water, to finally... Jesus Christ.
You fought the urge to clench your thighs, as you watched Steven look at your soaking cunt. You knew he could see how wet you were, with your arousal dripping down your legs and onto the sand underneath. He hadn’t even touched you, but the very thought of pleasuring him just turned you on for some unexplainable reason. His eyes stayed onto your soaking mound and you swore you could watch him stare at your body all day long. But, you were on your knees for a reason. A damn good one.
You dragged your hands up his legs and onto his thighs, before grabbing the material of his boxers. You looked up at him again, gauging his reaction to see whether or not he wanted this. Steven noticed your hesitance, wondered if you were regretting this moment with him or if you decided that he wasn’t worth your time. He wouldn’t blame you, he probably wasn’t even going to last that much longer with the way you were touching him.
”Steven, are you sure this is what you want?” You never really got this much confirmation from a sexual partner before. Hell, there wasn’t that much talking in the first place. But, a part of you felt like you needed to check up on him every few minutes. He did look like the whole world was on his shoulders and that his mind seemed to be consuming his every thought.
”Definitely,” Steven whispered in answer, shocked at your concern and kindness towards him. He’d always been scared to talk to others, especially women he found attractive, but he could understand why drunk him was able to talk to you last night. “Are you?”
Steven’s question made your heart skip a beat, not many of your past lovers had cared about your welfare when you were about to give them a blow job. “Absolutely.”
You wanted to tear his boxers off, but you ignored your primal instinct. Instead, your hands took their time in sliding his boxers down his body. You watched in utter desire as his cock sprang from the constrictions of his boxers, the tip already leaking with pre-cum. God, you wanted to taste him immediately, but again, you stopped yourself. You wanted to take your time with Steven, you didn’t want to scare him away.
Your hands continued to slide his boxers down his legs, fingertips brushing against his tan skin causing him to shiver. Finally, you took the article of clothing off and threw them on the floor behind you so that your attention could solely be on him. Without another moment of hesitation, your hand reached out towards his dick. As soon as you grabbed it in your hand, his hips involuntarily snapped forward a little.
You smiled, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock as your head move closer to the tip. You pressed a kiss on the tip and a gasp came out of Steven’s mouth at the contact of your lips on his skin. His entire body was on fire and all his senses seemed to be heightened. Your touch was incredible and addictive and he couldn’t seem to be getting enough of it.
Steven watched you in awe while you looked up at him with something in your eyes—desire. His hands made fists into the sheets, watching you as you licked the pre-cum off his cock. “Oh, shit!” he gasped, not expecting you to do that.
His words turned you on, desire filling your belly and your cunt dripping even more onto the floor and sand. You licked the side of his dick, feeling every vein and texture on the skin, while his legs began to shake. What was Steven meant to do while you did all the hard work? Just sit there like an idiot? You let out a moan when you licked the tip of his cook again, working the slit of it and loving the taste. You seemed to crave it now, hoping that the more you licked and kissed his pretty cock, the more of his arousal would drip into your mouth.
Your tongue traced along his veins, exploring every inch of his dick while Steven sat there trying to stay still. Your tongue was a heaven-sent, somehow it seemed like it had a mind of its own as it traced back and forth. Steven had slipped one of his hands against his mouth to try to silence himself. His moans now coming out muffled, but that seemed to edge you on.
You wanted to tease him more, but poor Steven looked like he was about to explode if you didn’t do something else. With a shit eating grin on your face, you ran your tongue down is shaft and finally your mouth slipped over the head of his cock. “Oh, yes...” Steven managed to squeak out, watching you suck on the head.
You had remembered that he was quite well endowed from last night, but you didn’t remember by how much. It wasn’t all just length though, his girth was quite impressive as well, just the right size to fit your mouth around it perfectly (if it were any bigger you’re not sure you’d be able to). You hummed, eyes closing slightly while your mouth took more of him. You hollowed your cheeks out, grabbing tighter against the base to stimulate it more.
”Ah!”
You fought the smirk threatening against your lips and instead took more of his length until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You relaxed, breathing through your nose to prevent yourself from gagging, or God forbid, pulling his cock out of your mouth. You could just sit there on the ground, knees trembling and your cunt dripping with his cock deep throating you for hours. But, you weren’t sure if Steven would last that long, let alone want to do that. So, you pulled your head back just so the wall of your mouth dragged along the skin of his cock.
Steven whimpered, gripping the sheets and his mind fighting his body to prevent him from thrusting into your mouth. He could never do that to a person. “Oh, that feels... incredible.”
Just at the very moment of your mouth threatening to pull off his cock, you start to bob your head back down his length. You repeated the act, going back and forth on his dick. Sucking and licking the length along the way to add more stimulation. At first, you were taking your time, breathing in the scent of him, enjoying the weight of it in your mouth. But, you wanted more, needed more. So you picked up the pace.
You repositioned yourself so that your hands were now resting on his thighs, holding him down to the best of your abilities. It was almost laughable, since, despite Steven being such a home body from the looks of his apartment, he was quite capable of holding you down. He, very much, had the body of a Greek god, or maybe an Egyptian god (you really had no idea)? With your hands pressing down on his thighs, your mouth took all of his cock despite the massive struggle from the sheer size.
Steven froze up, watching you take all of him. “Hey,” he whispered, unsure on how to do this. Your eyes looked up at him, slightly watery, and he almost came immediately at the sight of his dick filling your mouth. “You really don’t need to do that.” It felt incredible though, and he was fighting every urge to come down your throat at that very moment.
You moaned against his cock, causing vibrations to go down his member and into his body. You patted his leg, trying to tell him that you wanted to do this and continued sucking him. Your nose was pressed up against the base of his dick and you nuzzled into the neatly trimmed hair there. Despite having sex last night, he surprisingly smelt clean, save for a little bit of sweat which turned you on.
The urge to keep edging him closer to an orgasm but denying him the pleasure was high, but you knew he needed this. With his whimpers and stuttering hips, he was desperate to cum. So, with a small amount of disappointment but also excitement, you sped up your actions. You pulled slightly away so that you had more room to move back and forth and wrapped your hand tightly against the base where you couldn’t reach. You gagged on his cock each time he hit the back of your throat and you loved it. Your hand moved up and down the base, following the direction of your mouth that worked him.
Steven didn’t care about the noises he made, he threw his worry for his neighbour’s out of the window and let out all the sounds he possibly could. He gasped, and whimpered and even begged you for release, his hands gripping his mattress and nails digging into its softness. He’d make it up to you, he knew he would but you were wrecking him with every suck and stroke right now.
You could tell he was getting close to the way his hands made a fist and how his legs trembled and almost enclosed you in against his cock. You could feel his cock twitch, while you continued to make his head gag you. Your eyes were watering and you were an utter mess, with drool coming from your opened mouth and dripping onto his shaft. You had wetness on your cheeks and lips, probably from your drool but his pre-cum as well. You felt feral and all you could think about was how heavy his cock was in your mouth.
”Y/N!” Steven gasped, hips lifting slightly off the bed. “I’m about to... I’m about to cum.”
He was trying to pull you away, insisting you didn’t have to keep going as he was basically about to come undone. But, you didn’t let him. Instead, your eyes stared into his with such intensity and desire that it sent him over the edge. He gasped, throwing his head back and onto the bed, as you took all of him once again in your mouth. He felt his body seize up and his release was imminent.
“Oh...” he groaned, ropes of his cum spilled down your throat and you did your best drinking all of him. He emptied himself into your mouth, his cum dripping from your mouth and onto your chin as you licked his cock clean. “Oh, that was amazing.”
You smiled against his shaft, tongue still running along every crevice tasting every last drop. He tasted good, probably the best dick you’ve ever had. “God, you taste amazing,” you whispered, pressing your nose against his member and breathing his scent in.
You got off your knees, brushing the sand off your body and crawled into bed with him. You probably should’ve decided to leave his apartment, go back to your own (to clean up once more) and then get ready for work. But, Steven’s gasps of air and fucked out body made you want to stay. You laid beside him, letting your fingers drag over his heaving chest and toned torso. “You okay?”
Steven nodded, eyes closed as he allowed himself time to gather all his thoughts. He’d never had anything like that done to him and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do or how he was supposed to act. “That was... that was, yeah, really good.”
You let out a breathy laugh, leaning closer towards his face to place a chastise kiss on his cheek. His curls of hair were sticking to his forehead from sweat and he was still panting. “Yeah? You sure?”
Steven swallowed, nodding his head and turning his face towards you. “You’re amazing. Utterly amazing,” he whispered, looking down at your lips. They were glistening from saliva and his cum and he was sure if he kissed you, he’d taste himself. Which is exactly what he did.
You were almost shocked that Steven had orchestrated a kiss, moments before in the shower told you enough to know that Steven was not the type to lead. Maybe every now and then, but this was quite unexpected. You smiled, allowing yourself to enjoy the kiss despite the confusion. His lips moved against yours tenderly and softly, hands coming up towards your face to cup them. They were big, covering your entire face which made you feel turned on. It made you wonder what else his large hands could do.
Steven pulled away from the kiss, leaving a few pecks on your lips while you sat there dumbfounded. You really wanted to kiss him. “I—I want to make it up to you.”
Make it up to you? There was nothing to make up for. “Steven, you really don’t have to do anything for me. I loved doing this.” That was no lie, you got wetter every time you thought about the sounds he made as you took more of him in your mouth.
Steven blushed, preparing the words and thinking them through so he didn’t sound like a complete and utter twat. “I want to taste you.”
You were shocked by this. “Huh?”
He took a deep breath in, watching as you sat up on the bed. Maybe you didn’t want this and he was reading the situation wrong. “I want to...” he blushed again, feeling embarrassed by his worlds, “... eat you out.”
“Are you sure?” you questioned, unsure what exactly was happening.
Steven was shocked by your, well, shock. You seemed quite experienced in this area, the cum on your mouth and on his cock was evidence of that. So, why were you so confused by his statement? Despite his lack of sex life, he knew what eating someone out entailed from all the porn, so he expected you would’ve had many men lining up to eat you out.
”Yeah,” he told you, sitting up straighter and looking into your eyes. “Why? If you don’t want me to that’s okay, I was just tryin—“
”Oh, I really do want you to,” you cut him off, still quite shocked at his desire to perform oral on you. You’d had quite a bit of a history with lovers, despite being in your mid-twenties but only a handful of men had ever offered, let alone gone through with it, to eat you out. The fact that Steven, a man who obviously had little to no experience in sex was wanting to do this made you question whether this was real or not. If it was real, you were truly pondering whether you should kidnap him and keep him hidden away from the world.
”Good,” he grinned, hands by his side as he wondered what he should do. He felt embarrassed as you obviously worked out he had a complete lack of knowledge of sex, save for movies, pornos and his own fantasies. He had a basic idea on what to do, but he still wasn’t sure how to instigate things. “Maybe I should get on the floor like you did.”
You nodded, wondering if you really should make him do this. You watched him slide off the bed, knees wobbling slightly from post orgasm. “Steven, you shouldn’t feel the need to ‘make it up to me’ because there’s nothing to make up for.”
Steven shook his head, getting in the same position you had been in five minutes before. “I really want this,” he repeated the words you had spoken not too long ago.
“Okay,” you spoke, moving slightly closer to the edge of the bed and letting your legs hang over. “I just don’t want you to feel pressured to—holy shit!”
Steven had interrupted your train of thought, as he, without warning, licked between your lips. He gathered all your cum into his mouth, tasting your juices right off of your cunt. He knew, like any grown man, that the clit was the area to concentrate on. So, he spread your lips apart before bringing his face forward and licking your clit.
You gasped, bringing a hand to your chest. “You should not be this good.”
Steven grinned at your comment, continuing his assault on your clit as he brought his hand to your folds. Slowly, but surly, he teased a finger along your lips, still keeping his main attention on your clit. “Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away only for a second to ask for consent, while his finger circled your hole.
”God, yes!” you agreed, hips grinding against his face, before he inserted two fingers inside. “Oh, god!”
You were much more comfortable with being vocal than he was. While his mouth worked on your clit and his two fingers moved in and out of your soaking cunt, his other hand gripped your hip to keep you in place. You were still grinding against his face, wondering how in the world a man who seemed to be scared of his own shadow was able to eat you out like this and still blush at the very word blow job.
Steven couldn’t even think straight, all he could think about was how he never wanted to leave your cunt. How he could die happily, eating you out and tasting your arousal. He knew he wasn’t the most experienced in this and his technique wasn’t perfect or even a technique per se, just him enthusiastically dragging his tongue across your clit over and over as you grinded your mound against his face. At one point, your legs somehow made their way over his shoulders, half your body dragged off of the bed with only your torso on the bed—neither of you knew for sure who made it so your legs were resting on his shoulders, but you both were extremely grateful for it.
Steven added a third finger, curling them as he thrusted his hand into your sopping pussy. Your cum was literally dripping down his arm and his face, but he loved it. He loved the pressure of your legs pressing down his shoulders and he loved that his body was almost enclosed by your shaking legs. He loved the repeated screams of his name followed by a curt “Yes!” every damn second he licked at you and he loved that he could feel your orgasm building up.
You felt the build up in your belly at first, heat pooling there and your cunt as Steven absolutely destroyed you and your expectations of all men. Then you felt it in your legs as they began to tense up, straining for movement as Steven held onto your left one for momentum. And then suddenly, without any more warning, Steven shoved his entire mouth onto your clit and started lapping at it. “God fucking fuck, Steven!”
You weren’t the most eloquent of speakers during sex.
Steven felt you grab his hair and shove his face closer to your cunt, as you pleasured yourself. You felt bad for taking control, but judging by his moans he thoroughly enjoyed you being in control. He especially loved the slight pull of his curls and the pressure against his face, while you screamed his name. “Just like that,” you moaned, as you felt your orgasm threatening, “Steven, I’m gonna...”
You let out a scream and Steven felt your juices release all over his face and down his hand. He licked your cunt clean, as you laid there breathing heavily. Was there any point in you going to work today? You weren’t going to be able to concentrate on anything other than Steven. You tried to steady your breath, as you felt Steven pull his fingers out of your sensitive pussy making you moan. He pressed a kiss to your licked clean cunt, before popping his head up to at you.
You used your hands to sit up slightly, smiling down at him with a red face and heaving chest. Steven copied your facial expression, staring at you as he brought his dripping hand up to his face and started licking your cum off his fingers. “Jesus Christ, Steven.”
You were sure he was trying to kill you.
Steven paused his licks, fingers still in his mouth while he looked at you with a tilted head. The bottom half of his face was dripping with your cum, as was his arm and it made you breathe heavier. The look on your face made Steven question everything he did. “Did you not like it?”
Oh, god. The sight of his brown, puppy dog eyes peering up at you and his fingers still being licked clean made you realise something; you could never let Steven Grant go.
Waking Up to You [ Part 1 ] • Steven Grant x Reader
Chapter Summary: Steven woke up to find you in his shower. You’re beautiful, kind and apparently you and him had had sex last night. Too bad he couldn’t remember that or you.
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader
Warning(s): Mentions alcohol, mentions sex, DID, kissing, Steven is a mess and we love it, smut in part 2
Series: [ blue means smut e.g. penis in vagina sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs etc. ] • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5
Steven woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. He could hear the old pipes struggle as the water came through and a “Shit!” that came after. His shower was a little faulty, the hot water always came first and for whatever reason you would have to wait a few moments for the cold water.
Steven didn’t even make the connection at first, he was too busy feeling like shit more than anything. But then he heard another sound coming from the bathroom and that made him nervous. Someone was in his shower. Someone was in his bathroom. Someone was here now! He felt himself begin to panic, as he realised that there was a person in his apartment.
Steven quickly unbuckled his restraint, throwing it on the ground as he got up. His foot pressed down into the sand, his toes curling against the grains. It always grounded him in the morning, especially when he felt as rough as he did today. But right now that wasn’t his concern.
As quietly as possible, Steven tiptoed to the bathroom, making note of the footprints in the sand on the other side of his bed. The bathroom door was closed save for an inch, steam already emitting from the tiny crack. Maybe his shower just magically turned on and he would find no one in there. God, that was what he was hoping.
Finally finding the courage he needed, he stepped into the bathroom. He immediately froze, eyes widening at the sight. He wasn’t sure who you were or what you were doing there, but you were stunning.
”Oh, hi, Steven,” you greeted, already rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. You normally took about twenty minutes to have a shower, but you made sure to be quick this morning—you really wanted to see Steven again before work which was in an hour.
You paused your actions, watching him with interest. You smiled, noticing that even after all you and him did last night, he couldn’t even look at your naked body. Steven avoided any eye contact, his face tilting to the wall on the left.
”Uh, h-hi?” he said, but it sounded more like a question than anything.
Again, you couldn’t keep a smile off your face. He was just too darn cute. “You don’t remember me, do you?” you asked him, leaning down to pump a few squirts of body wash onto your hand. You began lathering your body up as you waited for his answer. You meant it as a joke, but his silence made your smile drop.
Steven made an effort to think back to last night, but all he could remember was working inventory late, getting a takeaway and then going home to an empty apartment, save for Gus. He couldn’t even guess what your name was, let alone who you were and what you were doing here. “I... I am so sorry.”
God, your heart just absolutely clenched at his anguish. He sounded so distraught and apologetic, but you were the one who should feel bad. Obviously he had way too much to drink last night, hell, he was talking in a different accent than from last night. He even warned you after your third orgasm that he probably would wake up with no recollection of who you were and that despite that you should stay the night. It was definitely a sign to run and get out of there, but you were just too worn out to even care.
You didn’t answer him, instead you focused on rinsing the suds off of your body. You felt a bit bad about it, leaving him standing there unsure what to do in his own apartment. He was certainly a different man last night, more confident in himself and his abilities—this man was an anxious mess on two legs.
You wanted to give Steven the benefit of the doubt, that the only reason why he was a stuttering mess was just because he felt awkward having you still in his apartment. There was just something that told you that he was the complete opposite of the person last night compared to this morning. Maybe it was the way his eyes would bounce against the walls, always avoiding your body or your gaze. Maybe it was the way he stood, how his body seemed to cave into itself as if he were trying to make himself smaller. Or maybe it was the way that he just stood at the doorway, unsure in what to do.
If you were told that Steven had a twin and you had slept with the other one and they had switched places in the middle of the night... well, you wouldn’t not believe them. Last night, Steven was the one who approached you, a smirk on his lips and confidence that just oozed out of him. He had paid for your drinks and you ended up talking to the man for the whole night, before he invited you back to his apartment. When you got there, you were shocked at the amount of Egyptology books he had around his apartment but Steven didn’t even mention it. Nor did he mention the ring of sand or the restraint. Well, you did end up using the restraint.
Truth be told, you didn’t think this Steven would be able to approach you, let alone ask you back to his place. You definitely owed him an explanation of what happened and maybe he wouldn’t hate you for taking advantage of his drunken state—you just didn’t think he was that drunk to not remember you. Hell, you were pretty sure you drank double the amount he drank.
When you turned off the shower and twisted your hair to get the excess water out, you noticed that Steven had turned his back to you. “Steven,” you said lightly, as you got out and wrapped the towel around your body. “You know you can look at me, right?”
You noticed his hands were shaking beside him and that he really struggled with facing you. You offered him a small smile, walking closer to him before placing a hand on his cheek. He immediately closed his eyes, breathing in deeply while you cupped your other hand against his other cheek. God, you didn’t realize how touch starved this man was.
”Steven, do you at least remember what we did last night?” you asked him, guilt setting in.
He made a small noise of what seemed to answer no, and you immediately felt like shit. Your thumbs brushed against his skin, the slight stubble scratching against your fingertips. Last night, you were being taken care of by Steven, but this morning you would have to take care of him.
”Do you remember my name?” you whispered, letting your hands move from his face to his bare shoulders. You didn’t even notice that he was only wearing his boxers and that his body was on full display to you. God, how in the world did a man that worked in a gift shop at a museum get a body like that?
“No,” he answered, a small noise coming out of him as your hand went to lay on his chest.
”It’s Y/N,” you told him, biting your lip at his expression. His eyes were still closed and you weren’t too sure if he was enjoying this or hating it. “Is this okay?”
”Y-Yeah,” he answered, a small nervous laugh coming out afterwards.
”You work at a gift shop,” you told him, running your hands down his arms slowly, “and you don’t exactly get along with your boss, Donna.”
Steven sucked in a deep breath, your touch seemed to light his skin on fire. And you actually knew things about him, you took the time to listen to him and you retained the information. He really wished he didn’t get so drunk last night, which he couldn’t even remember doing.
”Your mum always sends you post cards. You have a sleeping disorder and your fish Gus, has only one fin, like Nemo.” Your comment about Gus made him chuckle. “I need you to look at me, Steven.”
Steven forced himself to open his eyes. He almost melted at the sight of you. Your skin was still wet, with droplets of water littered across your collarbone and chest. The towel was wrapped securely around your body, showing him just how beautiful you truly were and your hair was still wet from the shower. How in the world did he managed to convince you to come to his shit hole of an apartment?
Steven swallowed at the sight of you, “Tell me about yourself.”
You smiled up at him, taking in the sight of his handsome face. Everything about him just made your heart melt. “Well, I’m a waitress. I moved here around two years ago. I’m getting my degree in criminology. I don’t own any pets. I’m an only child and I had to help my parents move here only a month ago.”
Steven nodded, watching you as you moved your hands down his arms and back onto his chest. Your fingers dragged against the sculpted muscle, eyes still watching Steven to gauge his reaction. “Do you have any hobbies?”
You smiled, rubbing circles onto his skin. “I like cooking and baking.”
“I like eating,” Steven offered, making you laugh.
”Well... I’ll have to find some vegan recipes then.”
You even remembered that he was vegan. God, you really did make an effort to remember things about him and he couldn’t even remember your name. “I’m sorry that I forgot.”
”I’m sorry I didn’t even realise how drunk you were.”
“I don’t even drink,” Steven admitted, his eyes searching your face. He really wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t know how to ask. He couldn’t remember the late time he kissed someone, hell, he couldn’t even remember his first kiss.
”Steven?” you asked, making him hum. “Can I kiss you?”
”God, yes,” he begged, his eyes drifting towards your lips.
You smiled up at him, reaching on your tiptoes to get to him—he was quite a bit taller than you. When your lips finally met, you felt like sighing in content. The kiss was much more tender, and the way he pressed his lips gently against yours as you guided his hands to your waist was delightful. Compared to last night, which was much more rushed and passionate, this was full of care and tenderness. You definitely liked the change of pace.
Steven’s hands caressed your waist, his fingers barely gripping on as you pushed him against the closest wall of the bathroom. He made a sound against your lips, almost like a whimper and your heart ached. God, you just wanted to take care of him. Your lips seemed to have a mind of its own, because they moved away from his lips and down to his neck.
”Oh, god,” he whispered, stretching his neck so that you had more access to him. He rested the back of his head against the cold stone of the bathroom, breath shaky as you assaulted his neck. He wasn’t sure what you were planning but he was very agreeable to the contact.
You pressed a kiss to the right side of his neck, before attaching to the skin and sucking. He gasped, his hands tightening his grip on your waist making you groan in pleasure. You laid your tongue flat against his neck, tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat from your previous night of fun. Usually you would’ve hated that, but you couldn’t seem to get enough of this sweet man.
Steven didn’t want this to end, he didn’t want to wake up and realise that this was all a dream like some bad 90’s soap. He begged all the gods and goddesses to let this be real, to let you be real and that your apparent attraction toward him was also real. Hell, you being real was enough for him. Steven’s eyes widened when he felt himself grow hard. Your thigh was rubbing in between his legs, giving friction to his crotch which was not helping the situation.
Steven didn’t want you to know that he had a hard on, he didn’t want you to think he was expecting anything. And when you pulled away from him to look him in the eyes, he immediately aplogised. “I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what’s come over me.”
You silenced him with another kiss, this time you didn’t hold back. Your lips moved against his, his teeth clashing with yours as he tried to copy your movements—alcohol had obviously made him more confident in his abilities last night but you didn’t mind that, this was different and you really liked it. Your hand moved to his dark curls, gripping them and tugging on them slightly. Last night, you couldn’t tell if he liked that, but at that moment he was a moaning mess.
Steven felt your tongue against his lip, making him shiver. He really couldn’t remember the last time someone kissed him, but you were definitely the most experienced person he’s kissed. He let you in, somehow deepening the kiss more when your tongue made its way into his mouth. There was something so erotic about how your tongues touched, tasting one another playfully while you gripped his hair. He never wanted this to end, never wanted to leave his foggy bathroom and was happy to die right here. That’s why when you pulled away, red faced, swollen lips and eyes blown, he whined at the loss of contact.
“Steven,” you whispered, stroking his curls and pressing your forehead against his.
“Yeah?” he asked, closing his eyes in pure bliss.
”Do you think we have time to get reacquainted?”
Reacquainted? You couldn’t possibly mean... unless you did? Your knee was still rubbing at his crotch, an obvious hard on was now fully formed in his boxers and you were smiling up at him. Steven didn’t know you very well, then again you and him already had sex. So, was there any harm in you and him doing that again?
He nodded slowly, “Yeah, yeah, I think there’s definitely time to get... reacquainted.”
