Morning Dew (Steven Grant Imagine x OC, NSFW, 18+)
Tags: morning sex, slow sex, PIV penetration, chubby Steven Grant, body praise, dirty talk, sligt nipple play
Disclaimer: English is not my first language.
Taglist: @wspia Hope you'll like it ^^
Steven yawned into his pillow and turned on his side, making the bed sheets rustle around his form. When he was expecting to be met with the face of his partner, he instead saw the familiar whiskers of one of her familiars. Ren, the big red cat, stretched too, mimicking Steven’s posture and gave an appreciative purr as the man patted its back.
“Hiya, big guy…”
The feline’s soft purrs vibrated against his cheek as it rubbed against his face, asking to be fed.
“Did your owner forget to feed you?” Steven asked in a drowsy voice. Just when he had asked this question, footsteps lightly tapped against the old wood floor of his bedroom and he soon felt an added weight on top of the mattress.
“I would never.” This voice made the hair on his neck stand on thin air and even more so when the heat of this other body settled back right next to him.
“Don’t fall into his trap, Steven. He might be pleading with his eyes and his cute face, but that thief already ate.” To Alia’s words, Ren gave an undignified huff and jumped off the bed before trotting toward the kitchen. He almost seemed guilty to have been caught asking for more food this early in the day.
Steven smiled, both at the idea of the mischievous cat plotting for more wet food, and at the comfort of his partner’s body wrapping against him once again in this familiar position of them.
This was how it went every night. Steven lied on his side, facing the small window in the room and she would later join him on. Sometimes she would already find him asleep but most days, he was just truly waiting for her. For her right arm to be hooked around his waist. For her left hand to play with his hair. And for their legs to get tangled together. There were nights when they would tell each other their day, others when they would just fall asleep out of exhaustion and others when they would forget the rest of the world existed, lost in one another.
But mornings were different. Softer. Quieter. Slower. As if they belonged to a totally different time.
Steven lounged comfortably onto the sheets, holding her legs between his, letting his warmth wrap around her skin. He had always ran hot; it was a miracle they both managed to stay under the cover for so long.
“Thanks for warning me, love… You know, for a moment, I thought you had been replaced by a fat cat.” He mumbled, a lazy smile on his face.
“What’s so bad about this?” Her breath tickled the skin of his ear and he sank deeper into the mattress, trying to fight back the tickles. “I bet being a cat is not that bad…”
“You know, you might be onto something…” He chuckled before slipping his fingers against hers. She must have washed her hands on the way back to the bed after feeding the cats. The skin there was smooth but cold and he made it his duty to warm it up. Slowly, he brought it over the swell of his stomach, under his shirt. He felt her body move slightly behind him, all soft limbs and tender curves, and a small sigh of relief escape her parted lips. His skin was soft and slightly fuzzy right there. He had never been a really hairy guy, even when trimmed, but there was just enough fuzz on his abdomen to keep him all smooth under her caresses.
After a small silence during which her thumb gently rubbed his stomach, she kissed the back of his neck. He smelled like a mix of sweat, not the kind due to hard exercises but rather the musk left by a night wrapped into thick blankets, of the laundry detergent they used on said blankets and lavender. She could barely smell his cologne there and so she left her lips trace down from his neck to the juncture with his shoulder, in that small patch of skin where for some reason perfumes always lingered longer.
“You’re not working today?” Steven asked, barely hiding the hope in his voice. Her attentions were waking him up in more ways than expected.
“No… I am not…” She breathed against his neck before propping herself up on her free elbow. The mattress gave a slight bounce as she moved and peered over him. His features only looked softer in the early morning light, long lashes that hid his drowsy eyes, plump lips expecting a kiss and his curls like a halo around his face…
“Why? Do you have any plans?” She asked while leaning down until her nose rubbed against his cheek. His stubble scratched against her skin, putting all the nerves inside her body on edge.
“Not really… Except maybe keeping you in this bed for as long as possible…” He drawled against her shoulder. His hands held her hips, mainly taking in their perfect swell.
“Sounds like a good plan to me.” She kissed the corner of his lips and let her hands slide up higher on his torso until her fingers caught a handful of flesh, yielding and warm. She gave his pectorals a small squeeze earning a chuckle of surprise from him, soon followed by a shuddering breath as she swiped her thumbs over his nipples. He had grown softer over the months they had lived together, to the point that she couldn’t stop her hands to always seek him.
“Hmm...how about you take these off?” She asked while pulling on the fabric of his top that restrained her movements.
“No need to be in such a hurry, love…” He still slipped the shirt off, letting it fall somewhere across the floor.
“But I am in no hurry… In fact, I’m taking my time…” She sat up and looked down on his exposed body, taking in the view with a hungry look in her eyes. She loved how much he had softened over the months, even if it had taken some time for him to get used to this new silhouette. His arms were still bulky and his shoulders muscular, probably from all these years carrying heavy package back at the museum. Most of the change had happened around his chest and stomach, as well as on his butt.
Her nails raked down his torso, barely scratching the surface of his skin but definitely waking him up. She followed the curvature of his belly, up and down to the waistband of his old sweats. They clung more to his legs and back now and they were currently making a bad job at hiding his excitement. She tugged on the strings holding his pants together, looking back for his approval. His soft smile and a nod gave her all the confidence she needed to pull on the strings and with his help, slip them off his legs, as well as his boxers.
“You’re so hot.” Whenever Steven heard these words come out of her mouth, he couldn’t help the giant ego boost it gave him, as if all these years of self-consciousness had finally disappeared. After so long living like a shadow, this light upon him felt like a relief and if he had been doubting himself in the beginning, he had grown more comfortable with her praise.
Before he could reply anything, she imitated him, slipping off her shirt, an old thing he had brought back from the museum and that was now covered in cat’s hair and in her scent.
All his wits left him at the sight of her naked body and he more than happily welcomed her silhouette into his arms.
As soon as she laid on his chest, he felt once again that feeling of completion, like everything was right and where it should be. It felt as if they were just one body, moving at the same pace. Steven didn’t really care how unoriginal that thought was because he had not found one that expressed any better this feeling. While he was kissing her, he could not stop feeling her skin. The tension in her shoulders dissolving. The slight flex of her thighs as she wrapped them around his waist. The weight of a breast inside his palm. The indent of her stomach and then the opening of her sex… His thumb casually circled her clitoris, causing her to gasp against his collarbone.
She tensed up and looked for something to hold onto while he touched her. Steven guided her to lie back down on the mattress, her head nestled against the crook between is arm and shoulder while his free hand still drew lazy circles around her entrance.
“Open up for me, love, please…” Steven quietly begged into her hair, making her legs part. His fingers traveled down between her labia, parting them with a scissoring motion. An other gasp escaped her and he felt her body shiver against him.
“Such a beautiful sight, darling…” He mused while looking at his hand nestled between her thighs and her mound of love rubbing against him. His praise slipped over her burning skin, wrapped into her. Words kept leaving his mouth at the same pace as her hips moving against his hand. He had kept his movements slow, giving him time to explore, to luxuriate on that precious gift of hers.
“Come closer, please… I need you…”
Her fluid had coated his fingers like honey, leaving him wanting more of it. He had thought about lapping it up straight from the source but nothing mattered more than what she wanted in the moment and so he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against her entrance. He’d have all the time in the world later to properly enjoy her sweet cunt.
Holding himself on his forearms, he hovered above her for a few seconds, taking in her disheveled figure. He kissed each of her cheeks slowly, heavily breathing as she hugged him more tightly.
“Please, don’t make me wait, ya hayati…”
The term of endearment made him blush to the tip of his ears. He could have lost his composure.
“Don’t. You’re going to make me blush…” He mumbled before kissing her softly. His hips moved slowly, letting her get used to him until she pulled him closer.
“You’re so impatient sometimes…” He chastised her, even though there was no real bite in his words.
“Can’t blame me…” She said with a smile while dragging her hands down his back and holding his buttocks, guiding his movements as he entered her. His fingers gripped the sheets as soon as he felt that familiar grip around his member. Warm walls closed around him and with a rhythmic pace, he moved back and forth. She took him deeper with every stroke, always asking for more until he was just panting over her, his movements less coordinated and even.
“Come on, Steven… Just a little bit more…” She pleaded while rolling her hips against his, letting his stomach bump just right against her lower belly. Steven was trying his best to keep the rhythm but he knew it was a lost battle and eventually he lifted her hips up to let his last strokes be deeper than before.
“I’m...trying, darling… but you’re just so…” A grunt left his lips as he sank deeper between her thighs, his hands full of her ass and his eyes only able to focus on her sprawled form. And when she placed her hands on his torso and let them slide down to his stomach, he was even more at loss for words.
“Don’t...don’t do this…”
“Doing what?” She asked coyly while digging her nails into the soft dough of his belly. “Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy now?”
He could recognize that deviant smile of hers a mile away. This could only mean one thing. No matter how soon this ended, they were far from laving this bed and he didn’t need anything more to finally let go.
His full weight lied upon her as he came, his warmth mingling with hers, coating her thighs in both their release. She didn’t let him go away, even with the added weight on her. In fact she held him even more tightly throughout his orgasm, letting him pant harder and moan into her ear, the sensation of fullness subsiding between her legs even after he had emptied himself.
“You know you can let me go now, hun?” He asked after a few minutes of them both catching their breath.
“No way I am doing that.” Steven could only chuckle in her hair and kiss her again at that. While he was focused on the kiss, she rolled them over and took the opportunity to straddle him. Helpless, only because he wanted to, Steven smiled.
“You are insatiable.”
“Have you seen yourself? Of course, I am insatiable.” She grinned before tracing a line of kisses down his lips to his midriff. She didn’t miss a single sensitive spot on his body, making him hard once again. When she reached his groin, she parted his legs and he squirmed on the bed, a bit self-conscious for getting so much attention.
“You are a menace… Next, I’m taking care of you.” He said, already blushing at the sight of her so close to his shaft.
“We’ll see that...”
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Note: Hope you liked this fic, I had a lot of fun writing it. Even if technically the Moon boys all share the same body, I have always imagined Steven a little chubbier and I think it suits him.