Can I request smut fanfic where Steb is trying hard to stay composed but failing as his female s/o kept increasing and decreasing the setting at random of the vibrator in him please? She's so thrilled to be the only one to see this side of him!
Love me some subby Steb... ❤❤❤❤❤
Steb x F!reader
Tags: smut, established relationship, sex toy on male, mention of pegging, femdom, Steb is selectively non-verbal, lovey-dovey, short
You fidget with the remote, each finger movement earning a choked gasp from your lover. You mind-absently caress his green hair as he whines and wriggles on top of you, head buried in your breast, desperate hands grabbing at your body in distress.
He tries to keep it cool, but you know him. You know his weaknesses. And you know how to make him beg for you.
You hum a tune, kissing the top of his head as you ramp up the speed to its maximum, making him squirm and jolt in your embrace. He digs his nails painfully into your skin, but you welcome this pain with grace. You can endure these shots of pain when your Steb looks so dazed and blissful in your arms.
This face, all red and panting.
This body, glistening with sweat and jolting at each of your whims.
Those.
Are pieces of art.
Only the luckiest get to admire them.
And by chance, this lucky person is you. And you will do everything in your power to keep being the only one worthy of such a spectacle.
Steb moans and mewls, humping his cock against your naked thigh, the toy buzzing furiously in his tight ring of flesh. He jolts and struggles as you play with his nerves, rising and lowering the settings of the sex toy as you like it, torturing him most exquisitely.
"Pe… Petit coeur…!" He begs, out of his mind, eyes rolling into his skull, "Plea-Please…"
You caress a strand of hair behind his charming ear, admiring his blissful expression, his cerulean eyes gleaming with love and lust beyond your human comprehension.
When a Vastaya loves, it loves deeply, and in ways human minds have difficulty deciphering. But you are okay with that, as long as this adorable aquatic Vastaya only has eyes for you, his Petit coeur, you are happy.
"Yes, sweetheart?" You purr, caressing his ear tip, adding to the tease.
"Can I… Can I cum…?" He manages to ask with his broken voice, gasping for air in all these stimulations, "P… Please…"
"Yes, my love. You may." You kiss his forehead and raise the intensity all the way up.
He winces, hissing between his pearly white teeth at the raw pleasure spreading in his limbs and veins. His cheek scales undulate on his gorgeous face, his fins waving on his spine, and his gills palpitating open like he has pain to breathe properly.
You keep the pressure up, raising the tension higher as his limbs contract all around you, his erect cock twitching at the electricity coursing his nerve endings.
Until.
He comes undone, spilling his white seed on your thighs and sheets.
You don't mind. You don't mind if it his.
In fact, you are extremely permissive with your Vastaya lover and expect him to unload at your discretion, even if it means spilling some on you.
He spasms in his orgasm, letting escape a delectable, long moan, shaking in your embrace. You hug him all the way, cradling him as he goes down from his high, as the toy falls silent at last, whispering him sweet nothing, proud of your man.
Finally, you can only hear both of your respirations in the small bedroom, hugging each other tight.
"Are you feeling all right, my love?" You ask with a soft smile, "Did you enjoy yourself?"
He purrs lightly in response, nodding as he snuggles into your boobs like soft pillows for his tired mind, feeling ready to drift to sleep.
"Do not fall asleep, Steb." You warn him, prompting him to raise his wondering blue gaze to you, "Now you are taking my strap, my darling. We are done when I say we are…"
