Warnings: S m u t. Fingering, bj, p in v, horny ass reader, praise kink kinda? Language. All that good stuff. 18+, please.
Summary: Libraries aren’t only good for borrowing books.
I have a thing for soft dom Steven. Idk what I was thinking. Someone take Steven away from me because I can't stop. Pure library filth. Maybe this is like a part 2 to A Messy Escapade lowkey? I dunno. Not beta read so don't mind the mistakes. My eyes hurt. Anyway, here ya go.
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Riled up Steven was your favorite Steven.
You’d do anything to see his cheeks dusted with a nice shade of pink. It was cute. But not as cute as when his dark brows furrow in a way where his nose scrunched upward. Like now.
"No, love, you're wrong," Steven insisted in a whisper, his face already pinched up in that familiar way, "Osiris is married to Isis, not Hathor!"
"Mmmm, I don't think so," you shot back childishly, "the lady from the Netflix documentary clearly said that—"
"You must be bloody kidding." Steven scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You were just about ready to burst into a fit of giggles, loving how easily flustered he got, especially when he knew he was right. And of course, he was right. You knew as much as you did about the Egyptian gods because of him, and who knew better than Steven?
“—that Osiris married Hathor.” You continued as if he never interrupted, silently cheering when Steven grumbled under his breath, something about stubborn girlfriends. “Listen, I don’t make the rules, babe.”
“Keep your voice down,” he whispered, pressing a finger to his lips like the dramatic boy he was, “you’ll get us kicked out.” The library was always empty during midday save for a few uni students doing some last-minute studying. It was quiet, the only sound piercing the silence were the students and librarians typing away on their computers.
You leaned against one of the many towering bookshelves, watching Steven search for a book he'd been meaning to borrow for over a week now. He dragged his fingers against the spines of each book, a pout starting to form on his lips. Your plan was working but still, you needed to push further.
"Anyway, you would’ve known that if you hadn’t fallen asleep when—"
"I did not fall asleep!"
"Your eyes were closed, Steven."
"I was resting my eyes." He defended weakly, pulling out his glasses from his pocket with more force than necessary.
Oh. You loved Steven's glasses.
With a scowl he pressed them to his face, reading the tiny font on the spines with clarity.
And so you continued.
"You would've known that from the red-haired lady—"
"Joann Fletcher." Steven corrected you with a roll of his eyes.
"Yeah, her."
“That’s pure rubbish, and you know it.”
“Alright, so maybe she didn't say that exactly,” you shrugged, letting your fingers skim up his arm to latch over his shoulder, “what book are you looking for anyway?”
“Pharaohs of the eighteenth dynasty,” Steven answered distractedly, turning his head to place a quick kiss over your knuckles, “I know it’s around here somewhere.”
“There are a ton of books, why don’t you just ask the librarian?”
“It’s more fun this way, innit? It’s like an adventure.” You snorted when he grinned at you, peering at you from over his glasses.
Oh no.
“I know a better way to have fun.” You pressed up against him, placing a kiss behind his ear, your hand shifting to tangle in his curls at the nape of his neck. As if on autopilot Steven's hand reached to lightly grip your waist, his fingers dancing lower and lower until he reached the curve of your bum, giving you a gentle squeeze.
"Oo, feelin' a bit naughty, hm?" He cooed, feigning disinterest as the fingers of his unoccupied hand continued to skim the shelves. "Ah, brilliant, here it is." He plucked the book easily, dust scattering from lack of use. He gave your bum a pat before letting go, quickly dusting the book off. He sifted through the pages, making sure it was the exact one he wanted.
You clicked your tongue at the loss of contact, snatching the book from his hands and closing it with a loud snap. He pouted again, brows furrowing and cheeks immediately burning a shade of pink.
There it was, that was the look.
"Darling, please—"
"Would you rather read about some dusty old pharaoh, or would you rather fuck me?" Steven sputtered, eyes growing round and unblinking.
"Huh?" Was all he could manage to say, arms hanging limply at his sides.
"Shh, you'll get us kicked out," you reprimanded without heat, lazily tossing the book on a random shelf and pressing up against him, "it's quiet enough back here to fool around, no?" You grinned when Steven sputtered again.
"What, here? Are you mad?" He whispered, a squeak escaping him when your hand pressed over his slowly growing bulge.
So, he wasn’t entirely against it, then.
"No, just horny," you said matter-of-factly, palming him with more urgency, "sides, you need to apologize and say that I was right—"
"Y-you're such a little brat, you know that?" Steven huffed out with the tiniest little stutter, his hands flying to grip your waist, "such a little fucking brat." He moved you until your back hit the bookshelf, leaning closer to press his forehead against yours. His breathing shifted, growing heavier when your hand continued to work over his bulge.
Oh, yes. This was exactly what you wanted.
"What are you gonna do about it?" You whispered over his lips, close enough to feel his plump lower lip graze yours. A growl rumbled in his chest, the type of growl that was so very Steven, small yet with the promise of what was to come. You shivered when he caged you in his arms, your head forced to look up at him. His glasses had slipped a bit down his nose, and the lenses were slightly fogged from your breath.
Steven’s hesitant fingers skimmed up your thigh and under your skirt, and you congratulated yourself for wearing the small piece of fabric today of all days. He groaned when he grazed your slit through your thin underwear with his middle finger, the fabric already soaked.
“How are you this wet already?” He whined, dropping his head on your shoulder. He pulled the fabric to one side and gently swirled his finger around your wet heat. You took in a shaky breath as he traced the seam of your lips, spreading your juices.
“You turn me on when you get flustered.” You whispered hotly in his ear, biting back a moan when his finger gently probed your entrance. Steven hummed, his nose tracing down your jawline.
“So this was your master plan all along, hm? Have me shag you in the library of all places?”
“I-I have a thing for fucking in p-public s-spaces.” You moaned again, your fingers lightly curling around his wrist as he pumped a thick finger in and out of you in a steady rhythm.
“And I have a thing for fucking the brat out of you, don’t I?” He muttered in your ear, the traces of confident Steven bleeding through. That made you moan louder than you wanted, and Steven immediately slotted his lips over yours in the sloppiest kiss imaginable, successful in swallowing your wanton noises.
“Steven, please.” You whined over his lips. He shushed you, pulling himself free from your embrace to check the aisle.
The Egyptology section was toward the very back of the library. You swore no one ever checked out those books except for Steven. “We’ll be fine,” you said, sensing his uncertainty. It was still a process getting Steven to break from his little shell, having him take control of you more.
He hesitated, still searching for any potential intruders, his wet fingers twiddling together. Another whine escaped you and you tugged him from the waistband of his denim jeans, crashing him against you.
“Mmm, so much better,” you sighed, your hands fiddling with the button and zipper of his jeans before you dipped your hand inside. He was hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. “God, Steven, look at you.”
He finally caved, moaning when you gripped his cock to pull it free from its restraints.
“You gonna suck me off, love?” His eyes were hooded behind his glasses, his lips parted, and his chest heaving. He looked perfect.
Falling to your knees was answer enough, and no more than a second later was Steven totally engulfed in the heat of your mouth. You squeezed the base, devouring his swollen head like a popsicle.
He choked at the sudden pleasure, his hand flying to grip one of the shelves in front of him while the other immediately tangled in your hair, moving your head at the pace he wanted. He was whimpering, mouth falling open and eyes closed.
You reached around him, slapping his bum in a warning.
Steven was never good at keeping quiet. Usually, you loved to hear how good you made him feel but now wasn’t the best time for him to shout his praises. The harder you sucked, the louder he got.
“F-fuck, love, that’s it,” he whispered down to you, “you can t-take it, c-can’t you?” You hummed around him, sending shockwaves up his shaft. He moaned again, louder this time, head thrown back as his hand worked you faster and faster until—
“D-darling, please,” he panted, “you have to stop, I-I’m close.” When you didn't stop he tugged your hair roughly and you released him with a loud pop. So much for being quiet.
A string of saliva connected from your lips to his twitching cock, a satisfied smile on your glistening lips.
“You’re gonna kill me one of these days, you know that?” Steven huffed out.
“Mhm.” You hummed, rubbing your sore knees as Steven helped you up. He immediately attacked you with kisses, his large hands gripping both your cheeks. His cock hooked under your skirt, leaving a wet streak against your bare thigh and the skin above your panties.
"What do you want, sweet girl?" It was his favorite question to ask and you had no problems answering it.
"I want you to fuck me, Steven." You begged without a trace of shame. His dark eyes only darkened as you said the words, his glasses hiding nothing.
He gripped your waist again, pushing you back against the bookshelf. One of the shelves dug into your back but you didn’t care, not with the way Steven was handling you.
“Can you keep your leg there for me, love? Yeah, just like that—could you hold it?” His hand guided your left leg so that your foot slotted into the corner of the very first shelf below, giving you some height. His other hand came to rest over your right thigh, tenderly massaging your skin while peppering kisses on your neck, eliciting tiny moans from you.
Steven lifted your leg up, exposing your clothed pussy, your skirt rising up toward your hips.
“Are you okay like this?” He asked, chocolate gaze peering down at you with concern, “We can always go home—”
“Need you now, Steven,” you whined, your hands flying to pull his pants down just a bit more before settling them on the second shelf behind you with a tight grip to stabilize yourself, “please.”
“Alright, love, alright,” he chuckled breathlessly, “move your panties to the side for me, yes, such a good girl, aren’t you? My sweet girl.” You moaned at the praise, desperate for what was to come. With a final look around the aisle, Steven plunged into you, and it took everything in you both to remain as quiet as you could. He panted heavily in your ear, one of the loveliest sounds you could ever hear.
“Oh fuck,” your whispered words were choppy in his ear from every thrust, “babe, you feel so f-fuckin’ good,” Steven grunted, his forehead resting over yours as he rammed into you, slowly at first but then with more speed, hitting you deeper with every thrust. The slick noises betwen you were becoming obscene, your pussy growing wetter as Steven’s cock pulled in and out of you.
“God, love, you’ve never been this wet for me before, have you?” Steven snapped his hips up into you with a groan, feeling your cunt tighten over his cock. Your leg began to tremble in his hand as he forced it up higher so that he could grind deeper into you. “You’re so tight.”
His curls fell over you in a sweaty mess but you couldn’t find it in you to move them away. Your mouth claimed his in more sloppy kisses, hoping that the groans and whimpers between you two would be hidden behind a clash of tongues and teeth.
“Y-you’re such a naughty boy, aren’t you Steven,” you panted over his lips, sticking out your tongue to lick them playfully, “f-fucking me so good,” You moaned the last part out as Steven picked up speed again, his moaning growing higher in volume, but you couldn’t find yourself to care this time around. Steven’s eyes found yours, glasses sliding down the seam of his nose.
“T-touch yourself, love, please. Do it.”
You obeyed like a good girl, moving a hand from the shelf to shove two of your fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them obediently with eyes closed, his tongue swirling over the digits, coating them with enough of his spit. You wasted no time grazing your clit with your wet fingers, swirling your bud around with practiced movements.
“Oh God,” you choked out, feeling your peak quickly building. Your toes curled in your shoes and your body shook in Steven’s hands, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm. Steven moved his hand from your waist to press over your mouth, sealing away your whimpers.
“Shh, I know, love, feels good, doesn’t it?”
You barely nodded, hyperaware of your sensitive sex covering his cock completely in your juices. “T-this cock makes you feel good, sweet girl?” You whimpered, becoming boneless in his hands. You draped yourself back against the bookshelf, feeling Steven’s cock moving in and out of your swollen pussy with sloppy thrusts.
“Darling, w-where do you want me to—where,” mustering up the strength you gently pushed Steven away, your pussy suddenly empty. You brought down your leg with a groan. You’ve never been put in that kind of position before. You peered down tiredly at Steven’s cock, now wrapped in his hand, glistening with your cum. Your mouth watered, and you forced your deliciously aching muscles to move, once again dropping to your knees before him.
“In my mouth, Steven,” you begged, “please, I need to taste you.” A flustered Steven moaned after hearing your words, moving forward to tap the tip of his cock over your mouth. He dragged it past your lips, smearing your juices over your chin and cheeks.
“You want it in your mouth, now, do you? Open up for me then, tongue out, please.” You did as he asked, mouth open and tongue out, ready to catch every drop of him. You could taste yourself on his tip along with his precum that dribbled out from the slit. You closed your eyes, savoring the taste.
“H-here it comes, love, take it—” Steven groaned loud enough for him to slap his own hand over his mouth at the last second, tossing his head back and cock twitching as he painted your mouth thick with his come. You gagged a bit before swallowing his bitter essence, licking your lips as if you were savoring the most delicious meal. Small pearls of cum continued to leak from him, and you quickly dived forward to suck his sensitive cock in your mouth.
“Darling, no, I c-cant—oh God, love, I-I’m too sensitive,” Steven was a panting mess above you, both hands falling into your hair, weakly pulling you away from his softening member. You smiled, your legs fighting to stand like a newborn baby deer.
Steven steadied you, dropping his head on your shoulder as he fought to catch his breath. Your tired arms reached down to tug his length back into his boxers—gently, of course, he was still sensitive—and pulled up his pants, buttoning them easily.
“You did so good for me baby, hm? Such a good boy.” You muttered, your hand threading through his dark curls, nuzzling your nose into the sweaty skin of his neck.
“That was fucking mental.” Steven’s words were muffled by your shoulder, his arms loosely draped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Bloody amazing.” You giggled tiredly, pushing him up by the shoulders to kiss both his pink cheeks and the tip of his nose.
“My little flustered boy,” You cooed, pinching his warm cheek as he pushed your sopping wet panties back in place over your swollen lips. He grumbled under his breath, his fingers lingered longer than necessary before deciding to smooth down your now wrinkled skirt.
“Are you gonna behave now?” Steven whispered into you ear, and your eyes fluttered closed as a shiver ran up your spine.
“Don’t count on it.” You whispered back, meeting him for another sloppy kiss.
“Brat,” he smiled tiredly when he pulled away, loosening the first two buttons of his button-up, “I’m gonna check out the book now.” He snatched the book off the shelf where you had tossed it earlier, not bothering to make sure it was the one he wanted as he usually did.
“You can do whatever you want, baby.” You grinned. He pushed up his glasses, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you to his side.
Hopefully, the librarian wouldn’t notice how totally fucked-out you both were.
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