Steven, Marc, and Jake knew they were all completely fucked when they saw your reaction to Steven's confession.
You were on his lap on their couch after a date night, movie long forgotten in the background as you push your clothed pelvis against Steven's. The kiss had turned sloppy, tongues clashing as little noises escaped his mouth. Reluctant hands travel up your thighs before they paused at the edge of your shirt.
Steven pulls back with a nervous look in his eyes, "I've.. I've never done this before."
Lust for the adorable man underneath you clouded your mind as the confession sinks in. You straighten up on his lap, hips halting their grinding, "You mean sex?"
He looks away, desperately trying to fight the nervous tremors that threatened his body. You feel the slight shake of his hands holding your hips as he takes a deep breath before speaking again, "I mean any of this, I've barely even gotten to touch another person aside from a kiss."
You're silent as you take in his form. His head is turned to the side and curls fell over his forehead, messy from your hands running through it earlier. His cheeks and ears were violently warm. He looked so hot and slightly fucked out already just from your little make out session.
He turns back to you and his eyes widen when he sees the Cheshire-like smile and devilish look in your eyes. You rush forward, pressing your entire front against him as you capture his lips in an even sloppier kiss than before. Your tongue invades his mouth and his hands tighten on your hips, sure to leave bruises as you push your hips harder against his.
When you pull back, he's out of breath with your combined spit coating his puffy lips. You run your hand down his chest and stomach before gently cupping the painfully hard bulge that's been pressed against you for what felt like hours.
"We can go however far you'd like, Steven. I can show you what to do." Your phrases were emphasized by squeezes of your hand, his head falls back as he groans from the contact.
He doesn't get to see the evil look in your eyes when you think of all the plans you have for this man. Your other hand traveled to roughly cup his jaw, leaving wet open mouth kissing on his exposed neck. He only barely hears Marc in his head.
Dude, you are so fucked.
💙💜❤️
His moans mixing beautifully with the wet slap your hips make as you bounce on his lap, cock hitting perfectly inside you as you work your magic over him. One of his hands is squeezing your ass as the other is splayed on your back to keep you close.
Steven's eyes travel to the conveniently placed mirror across from the couch, focus kept on the rise and fall of your hips as he disappears inside you and the squishy indent his hand makes on your ass. He doesn't seem to notice the other 2 men in the mirror, the mirror that was not there earlier. The mirror that you had sneakily and strategically placed while he was in the bathroom before you pounced on him.
All 3 men focused on the same memorizing scene in front of them before their eyes travel upward. Your head was turned back to look into the mirror, eyes meeting Steven's/Marc's/Jake's, grinning devilishly like before.
☆ hi my loves here we go with a what 3rd or 4th i don’t even know attempt at doing kinktober lmaoo. now as always i can never seem to finish kinktobers which is why i lower how many days i do as well as i pick a variety of characters to write for so i don’t get bored writing all month for the same 3-4. the same as last year i will plan on posting a fic sort of every other day so (sun, tue, thur, sat) which is why it’ll be 18 days and not 31. if you recognize any as repeats in last years kinktober prompt lists, yes i carried some over from past lists that i didn’t get to.
☆ i do not do taglists on any of my fics and kinktober is no expection however you can follow my library acc → @aliothslibrary i reblog all my fics on that account seconds after i post it, and only my fics so if you wanna be notified of my posts for kinktober follow that acc and put notifications on :) you can also search up the tag #lostalioth kinktober for all my past kinktober fics etc.
☆ MY BLOG IS 18+ MEANING MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!! ALL OF THESE FICS INCLUDE SMUT AND EACH WILL HAVE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS.
day one → body worship + love marks w/ roommate!stucky
day two → dry humping + handcuffs w/ steve harrington
day three → high sex + bribery w/ eddie munson
day four → bondage + fingering w/ tasm!peter parker
day five → creampie + master kink w/ loki laufeyson
day six → face sitting + thigh biting w/ marc spector
day seven → piercing + cock worship w/ bucky barnes
day eight → pain kink + praise w/ dean winchester
day nine → obsession + belly bulge w/ logan howlett
day ten → overstimulation + hand job w/ sub!miguel o hara
day eleven → semi-public sex + against a wall w/ steven grant
day twelve → dacryphilia + corruption w/ perv!bsf!eddie munson
day thirteen → cock warming + begging w/ steve harrington
day fourteen → free use + primal play w/ logan howlett
day fifteen → lap dance + choking w/ mob!bucky barnes
day sixteen → edging + sir kink w/ steve rogers
day seventeen → caught masturbating + anal w/ sam winchester
day eighteen → double peneration + drunk sex w/ steddie
☆ hope you enjoy my babes!! please send me feedback, don’t be shy to comment or reblog your reactions to the days as i love seeing how you guys feel about my fics :) thankk you so much for reading and supporting my writing if you do and if you don’t for whatever reason that is perfectly fine as well!!
Paring: Marc Spector x Girlfriend!reader + Steven Grant
Warnings: smut with no plot, voyeurism, oral(M receiving), overstimulation, inexperienced!Steven, coming early, slight masterbation, mirror sex with extra steps, dirty talk, Dom!Marc, rough sex.
MasterList ML2
Marc's head fell back against the headboard, a guttural groan escaping him. His hands clench in the sheets, knuckles white. He watches her - watches the way her mouth works his cock, her tongue dragging so slowly he nearly convulse. “Jesus Fucking Christ...” he breathes, hips jerking up.
In the mirror just on the other side of the bedroom, Steven whimpers at the sight as bright red blush works up his neck and into his cheeks. She had put the mirror up - or she batted her eyelashes and Steven hung it up for her. How could he deny her? All three boys would do anything for that woman - God, ain't that the truth. And Steven? Biggest sucker of them all. Steven didn't think much of it when it came to that full length mirror. That day Steven was having a rare ocd moment and while he made sure it was centered, Marc had come into view in the reflection. Steven was too busy to see his smug smirk and the wiggle of his eyebrows.
Steven knows he should stop, right now. Go hide in the headspace, go to sleep and let them both have some privacy. Would she be embarrassed if she found out he was watching? Steven couldn't help it, it's His body too. To see himself like that - completely and utterly exposed with those pretty lips of hers wrapped around his cock. She took every inch of him like it's nothing. He should feel exposed - Marc was always shameless when it came to sex.
Marc's grip in her hair tightens almost painfully, his hips pistoning harder as she squeezed his thighs. He knows that signal - that she's overwhelmed, loving every second of being used. Marc groans, watching her eyes roll back. “Such a good fucking girl”
He feels her pulse racing as his eyes flickered towards the mirror instinctively - out of habit. He ends up catching Steven's wide, hungry eyes. Marc thrusts grow rougher, more domineering, giving Steven what he needs to see. “Watch, Steven” he growls, the name rolling off his tongue as he exposes the most innocent out of the three.
Marc holds her head steady, forcing her to take every brutal inch, his hips snapping forward with ruthless precision. He locks eyes with Steven in the mirror, ensuring his alter sees everything - the way her throat stretches around him, the tears gathering in her eyes.
“Look at our girl,” he growls. “Look how beautiful she looks taking our cock”
Steven swallows hard, his eyes glued to the mirror. He can feel his own erection pressing against his pants, his mind racing with images he shouldn't be seeing. But God, he can't look away. Marc's hips move faster, his voice dropping lower as he whispers to Steven through the mirror, “She’s so fucking perfect for us…”
The praise seems to vibrate through the very bones of the body they share. Steven watches, entranced, as the woman he adores chokes around them, her mascara starting to streak with tears that only seem to make her look more devastatingly beautiful. Steven has never seen this side of things - the raw, unfiltered dominance that Marc wears so effortlessly.
Marc's breathing staggered, groaning in ways that made her thighs clench. He's losing control and in the mirror, Steven palmed his cock tight, his own cock slick with pre-cum and soaking through his pants. His chest burned as he watched her worship Marc's cock.
“gonna make me fucking come, baby”
The warning is barely out of his mouth before Marc’s hips snap forward one last, brutal time, burying himself down her throat with a shattered groan. He holds her there as hot cum poured down her throat. His head falls back in absolute ecstasy. “That’s it… fucking swallow it all, sweetheart…”
In the mirror, Steven’s knees nearly give out. He whimpers, his own release hitting him out of nowhere. He bites his lip to keep quiet as he comes a little too quickly in his pants, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.
Marc pulls out slowly, watching as she gasps and moans, strings of spit and cum connecting her lips to his cock. He smirks proudly, running his thumb along her bottom lip. “Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, before his gaze drifts back to the mirror, finding Steven looking disheveled and flushed.
He leans his forehead against the glass of the mirror, looking utterly wrecked. He’s panting heavily, staring down at the small, damp patch spreading across the front of his pants. The embarrassment burns hot in his cheeks - he just came in his pants like a teenager without a single touch.
Marc notices immediately, a dark, knowing smirk curling his lips. His attention is pulled elsewhere - y/n. She licks a trail up his abs, nuzzling into his neck before placing soft kisses along his jaw. Marc's smirk only grows as he watches Steven in the mirror, still panting and flushed.
“Fuck me, Marc,” she whisperes, “I need you so bad”
Marc's smirk turns into a full-blown grin as he watches Steven struggle to regain his composure. He knows exactly what just happened - and he loves it. Turning his head slightly, he captures her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into tangle with hers. He could taste himself on her lip, making him groan.
“Yeah? You need this cock, sweetheart?
“Need it inside me,” she whimpers against his mouth, her hips rolling instinctively against his thigh, seeking friction. “Please, Marc...”
Then she lets out a gasp. Marc flips her over with practiced ease, positioning her on all fours facing the mirror. Steven nearly chokes on his own saliva at the sight. His hands are trembling - actually trembling as he watches her arch that gorgeous back, presenting herself against Marc like some offering.
Kneeling behind her, he grips her hips hard enough to bruise, lining himself up before pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades. Marc's eyes locked with Steven’s gentle, but aroused reflection. “Steven's watching us, baby” Marc murmurs against her skin, his voice a low, sinful rasp.
Without waiting for a response, Marc thrusts into her hard and deep, making her cry out. Marc groans, the tight heat gripping him as he bottoms out. “So fucking tight, baby” he growls, his fingers digging into her hips.
He leans over her back, watching Steven's wrecked reflection in the mirror. “wish you could see Steven's face when I fuck you. He gets all red and needy watching us”
She moans loudly, the sound filling the room as Marc begins to move - long, deliberate strokes that have her squirming and gasping. The mirror gives Steven no escape from his own reflection staring back at him - lips parted, pupils blown, hands shaking against his twitching cock through his pants.
Marc starts fucking her in intensity - hard, deep, punishing strokes that smack wetly against her ass, making her scream and fist the sheets. “Oh, fuck.... M-marc, don't stop. Feels so fucking good”
Marc picks up the pace, his thrusts turning brutal as he watches her face contort in the mirror. “wouldn't fucking deam of it,” he growls, gripping her throat gently with one hand. Through the mirror, he catches Steven's gaze - wild, desperate, wrecked. Marc's hips snap harder, making her scream. “She's squeezing me so fucking good, Steven. Look at her”
Steven’s breath hitches audibly, his forehead pressed against the glass as he stares at the reflection of her - the way her back arches, the way her breasts bounce with every punishing thrust Marc delivers. He sees the absolute ecstasy painted across her face, the way her mouth falls open in a silent scream.
Marc holds her chin, forcing her to look directly into the mirror and towards Steven even if she couldn't see him herself. “Eyes open, y/n” Marc commands, his voice rough against her ear. “Look at yourself. See how beautiful you look falling apart on my cock?”
He tilts her head up, ensuring her gaze locks onto her own reflection. Marc watches Steven swallow hard, the poor man looking absolutely devastated as he watches her get ruined. He whimpers at her gaze - even though she can't see him, he feels seen. Exposed. Like she could reach right out of that mirror and touch him. His thighs are shaking so hard he's surprised he's still standing.
Marc hits that spot inside her - the one that makes her vision go white - and she screams. “Marc! R-right there! Fuck, there! Please”
“Yeah? Right there? Right fucking there”Marc growls, his rhythm turning merciless as he zeroes in on that spot, hammering into it without hesitation. Her scream turns into a broken sob, her entire body shaking violently as the pleasure overwhelms her. “Take it, baby... fucking take every inch”
Marc’s eyes burn into Steven’s reflection, watching Steven practically tremble apart as he witnesses her unraveling. “Come for me, y/n,” Marc commands, his voice dropping low and dangerous as he drives deeper. “Come on my cock and let Steven watch every fucking second of it”
Her orgasm hits like a freight train - her walls clenching around him so hard he almost loses it too. She screams his name, body convulsing, tears streaming down her face as she rides the wave. Steven's whole body jerks - another weak release leaking from his cock, ruining his pants completely. He can't stop himself. He makes a pathetic little sound, whimpering against the glass as he watches her cum. And he doesn't stop fucking her - even as she comes, he keeps pounding into her overstimulated walls, making her scream.
“You see that, Steven?” Marc groans, sweat beading on his forehead as she convulses beneath him. “You see how she comes apart? That's what I do to her”
Her whole body is trembling uncontrollably, overstimulated to the point of tears. “Marc, too much, I can't-” But he doesn't stop.
Marc knows she's too sensitive now, but he can't stop - her walls are gripping him so fucking perfectly, and he wants Steven to see her completely destroyed. “One more, baby, give me one fucking more” he growls, hitting that spot relentlessly.
“That's it, baby... let go for me,” Marc growls, his pace never faltering even as she sobs beneath him. Her second orgasm hits hard and fast - her back arches beautifully, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she screams his name again.
Through the mirror, Steven's knees finally buckle. He slides down the glass, sitting on the floor in his ruined pants, completely shattered. Marc finally lets himself go, his thrusts turning wild and desperate as he chases his own release. His grip on her hips is bruising, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he groans loud and deep, filling her up. He stays buried inside her for a moment, breathing hard, before pulling out. “Look at you”
She collapses bonelessly onto the mattress, utterly destroyed, her body twitching with aftershocks. Her face is buried in the sheets, her back arching beautifully as she struggles to catch her breath. Cum drips out of her, marking her thoroughly.
Marc leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her sweating spine before lifting his head to find Steven in the mirror. He is a complete wreck on the floor, legs splayed out, head tipped forward against the glass. His chest was heaving, and the dark, wet stain on his trousers had spread significantly, evidence of both embarrassing releases. He looks utterly shattered, his lips parted and eyes glazed, staring at the ground as he tries to remember how to breathe.
Marc smirks darkly, watching Steven struggle to compose himself on the floor before putting his full attention on what matters most. “good girl,” He gently pulls the duvet over y/n’s trembling, spent body, pressing another kiss to her temple. “did so good for me”
Steven hears Marc praising her, and something shifts inside him. The shame of his multiple embarrassing releases melts away. He watched. Marc tuck her in like she's the most precious thing in the world - after just absolutely destroying her. The gentleness was almost more erotic than the roughness. almost more erotic than the roughness.
hii !! i’m back! i finally finished school fully for the summer!
anyways, this one is a lil suggestive but you can write it with any tone , sitting on moon boys laps pls? <3
tysm , have an amazing day!
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Moon Knight Personalities x Reader | Sitting on Their Laps
fem!reader if you’d like, but kept neutral unless requested! Slightly suggestive,, SFW-ish with a wink
Steven Grant ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
Steven’s cheeks flush instantly when you settle yourself on his lap mid-reading session. One minute he’s softly mumbling facts about ancient Egyptian love poems, and the next, he’s holding the book mid-air with his brain buffering like a Windows 98 computer.
“U-uhm… did you, I mean—do you want more room? I can—”
You shush him with a smile, curling into his chest.
He melts.
His hands hover awkwardly before finally resting lightly on your hips. You swear he’s trembling just slightly, trying so hard to stay respectful while also completely losing it inside.
“Right, yes, lap is… available. Entirely yours. Always.”
You lean in close to whisper something teasing in his ear, and the poor man makes a noise. Something between a whimper and a gasp. He’s not going to recover.
Marc Spector⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
You straddle his lap after a sparring session—sweaty, smug, victorious (even though you technically lost). He’s still catching his breath, hands on your thighs like they belong there, giving you that signature “I know exactly what you’re doing” smirk.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and gritty, eyes dark with heat. “You keep climbing into my lap like that, and you’re gonna get more than just a breather.”
You arch a brow, challenging him. “Promise?”
He grins—wolfish, cocky.
Big hands slide over your waist like he owns it, like he’s memorized you a hundred times before.
“Don’t tempt me unless you’re ready to cash in.”
And yeah. You might’ve been planning to tempt him all along.
Jake Lockley ⋆⭒˚.⋆
You don’t even ask, you just drop into his lap in the backseat of the cab after a long night, unbothered by the leather and the dim glow of city lights. His arms wrap around you before you even settle, possessive and easy, like this is second nature.
Jake leans in close, breath warm against your ear.
“Mi cielo… you know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
You hum innocently, letting your hips shift just enough to feel the sharp inhale he tries to hide.
His gloved hand slides up your back, slow, firm. You can feel the tension in him, the restraint. He could flip the script in a second, and you both know it.
fem!reader. 1681 words. mdni
WARNINGS. 18+ only! kinda make up sex (no actual sex btw) body worship, some foot kissing (it's hot sue me. no toe stuff though, that's not for me) body kissing, tit stuff, love bites/ hickeys. moon system
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A perk of dating Marc, meant you were dating three men in one. The downside of that, meant you were dating three men in one; all with their own personality and dislikes, tendencies specific and particular to the alter.
One your part, it takes a lot of effort — a lot of time and energy to learn of the ins and outs of who decides to front, to understand the differences in their purposes and intentions alike. That may sound selfish, to think that you're the one that struggles to deal with a loved ones disorder. Though its only because you put so much into understanding them, that you'd wished they'd all take the time to do the same with you.
Granted, Steven does it naturally. Jake doesn't front regularly, and Marc is simply too detached from reality to even notice what's in front of him.
Understanding their condition, you make effort to take things lightly, trying to give them the benefit of the doubt as things are likely to get lost in translation between the four of you combined.
You had an event for work tonight and wanted one of the boys to join you for the evening, keep you company and escort you throughout the boring, compulsory dinner. It was a duty you expected from a boyfriend, well it wasn't a duty at all, just something that comes with dating, you thought.
You had given all three alters notice weeks in advance, informing them of the date, time and place, hoping they would meet you there if they'd ever lost track of whereabouts. You had even put the invite on the fridge, along with various post-its incase it went unnoticed or forgotten.
So inevitably it hurt to sit alone at a table full of peers and their partners. It stung so much that you feigned illness just to go home early.
Making your way into the apartment, you see the TV had been left on, white light illuminating around the dark space. You thought that was fault of you, but then you see one of your boys on the couch, fast asleep.
You still for a moment, deciding which way you wanted to play this. The draught from the hallway outside catches the door and makes it slam shut — the universe seeming to make your decision for you..lpp\
He awakes with a jolt, face soft and eyes blown huge from his scare. Steven.
That just made it harder to stay angry. You could never be angry at Steven. If anything, he was the last person you should be mad at, you knew he wouldn't have forgotten about tonight.
"Hiya, love," he says. "You gave me a fright, you did," he laughs, the noise awkward, somewhat uncomfortable.
"Mhm," you reply, making a hum in your throat to save yourself from talking.
"You alright?" he asks, standing from the sofa to make his way to you.
You cock your head, blindsided. He really had no idea.
He takes a moment, looking over you, seeming to notice by the fancy dress you wear.
"No," his head falls to the side, guilt plastered on his face. "I told them it was tonight, but none of them listened to me."
You raise your brows in faux shock and give Steven a tight lipped smile as you walk past him and into the bedroom in the next room over. You take a seat at the edge of the bed and begin undoing your shoes, ridding yourself of the wretched heels you'd sworn matched your dress best.
He follows after you, he always does, and lingers in the doorframe like you did just a few moments prior.
Your eyes are cast down, completely unaware of Steven's gaze locked into one of the many mirrors in your shared flat.
"Steven, it's fine, really. It's just been a long, boring night—" you let out an exasperated sigh and peer up to the man now standing at the foot of the bed, expression vastly different to the sweet, soft one from a moment before.
You wait for him to speak, waiting to see who it was, Jake or Marc. They're so similar, the only slight differentiation within the eyes and brows.
"¿Cariño?" he calls, voice gentle in that way that's only reserved for you and you alone. Jake.
You give him a hum as you drop your heels onto the floor, repeating the noise you gave Steven a moment ago. He's a man of few words, so you knew never to expect much from him. Action, however is a very different story.
He makes his way around the bed to you, to you still in your seat at the edge. Jake kneels, grasping onto one of your hands as he does so. Pressing a kiss into your palm, he peers up at you, trying to sweeten you up with the attempt of softening his usual hare-brained gaze. His head tilts slightly, and he turns to another mirror — seemingly lost for a moment before someone else takes his place.
Steven. Most obviously.
"Does Marc not want to see me?" you ask, giving Steven's hand a squeeze.
He shakes his head and stands, moving to sit beside you; keeping your hand in his. "He knows he's buggered it all up. He feels awful."
You offer him a small, genuine smile and look into the mirror in front, hoping to reach Marc. "He should," you jest.
He was the one you were hoping to front most if he'd come to the dinner. He was the one you wanted to accompany you. It may be wrong to have a favourite, especially with such varying qualities between all three of them, but without Marc, there wouldn't be a Steven or a Jake. He was the one you fell in love with first, so naturally you gravitated towards him most.
The one you also let off the hook far too often as a result.
Steven stills, eyes trailing off into the mirror on the dresser. And in Steven's place takes a guilt-torn Marc, hands still entwined in yours despite the changes in all three alters. Their shared common similarity being their love for you.
Twenty-some minutes have passed and forgiveness and apologies were made, a natural, unplanned repositioning on the bed following after said chat. By now you're laying lengthwise along the mattress, body bare with hands at your sides. Marc sits on his knees by your feet, one of your legs lifted.
He holds under your knee carefully, supporting the weight of it as his other hand clasps the underside of your foot, holding it close so he can pepper kisses into the top of it. As if he's trying to make up for his wrong doings by worshipping that of what touches the ground.
His kisses trail upwards, wrapping around the ankle so he can resume the line up your calf — giving his attention to something that would've otherwise, usually been missed.
The worshipping of your body resumes in slow pace, kisses and touches cascading up and around your legs until he reaches your thighs, movement far slower now as if to savour something of yours he favours most. Marc paws at your thighs, forearms supporting his weight as he lays between your thighs, the backs of your legs resting on his shoulders and down his upper back.
He entraps himself between your thighs, nose skimming your cunt though his interest remains locked on the thighs that suffocate him. He presses kisses and suckles into the inners of each one, marking them with his love and lips; small patches bruised into your skin in multitudes.
As he itches upwards —skimming along the crease of your cunt and to your stomach— your legs part and fall to the side, better accommodating him as he nestles between your now fully spread thighs. Marc firmly holds the sides of you, hands slot into your waist as he litters kisses in a line up your stomach, leaving behind a trail of wet, darkened markings. He pauses between the bottom of your ribs, lips hovering above the patch of skin that resides there.
He waits for a moment, waiting for Steven to front as it's known he has a particular liking towards your chest. Steven takes Marc's place a few short seconds later, and pokes his head upwards, eager to see your face, even if it's only for a short moment. And when he lowers, he nestles his face between your tits, lips pressed to your sternum as he too sears in gentle markings into your skin.
Steven circles around one of your tits, kisses swirling inwards and toward your nipple; like each kiss was slowly getting closer and closer to the pebbled, hard nub at the centre. His tongue flickers over it a few times, muscle laid flat as he then wraps his lips around it, sucking on it briefly. He pulls back and gives similar attention to the other, ensuring either one is in reciprocation of equal love.
He peppers either with kisses, dotting markings around your tits until he reaches the area of skin below your collarbone, ready to switch to Jake; allowing him a turn with you. In which he virtually wastes no time at all, latching himself to the side of your throat, searing kisses, each one more desperate than the last, each one longer in duration than the one before.
Jake's as gentle as he knows, emphasising his care with something so delicate of yours. Your neck. He makes effort, balancing his internal, undeniable, copious amounts of want with something fragile; trying not to get too ahead of himself as he begins to litter the surrounding area of your throat with love bites.
You slide your hands up his back, slotting them behind his neck as your fingers itch upwards into the curly dark hair at the back — getting lost in who is who. Losing yourself in the three men you love, that all love you back; allowing yourself to receive their care and attention as they worship your body beneath them.
tags: 18+ smut. trying something new, dry humping, groping, sucking on your tits, messy, some dirty talk, he's sweet
a/n: my first time writing for my beloved steven!! this was a wip from nov30 of 2023.... something small to start bc i love him and don't wanna fuck it up sjsjsjs
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You decided to spend your day with your sweet boyfriend Steven. It had been snowing for the past few days and finally when it stopped you decided to come visit him, because you missed him and hate driving in the snow so might as well go while it stopped.
Then as soon as you were cuddled up in his arms and he started playing one of the Indiana Jones movies, it started snowing again.
So unlucky and ended up being a snowstorm.
He told you to just stay the night but you felt bad, obviously he was fine with it considering you’ve been dating over eight months now but still you didn’t wanna disturb him.
He reassured you many times it was fine and he’d be glad to have you everyday if it were possible which resulted in you calling him corny and teasing him.
He scoffed and waved you off then he hit play and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You nuzzled into his chest and watched the movie while feeling his heart beat after every breath.
Steven was one to talk when watching movies, or really just talk during moments where one usually wouldn’t. But you didn’t mind.
You always thought it was endearing and cute how knowledgeable he was about his favorite movies, books, and of course, Egyptian history.
So you’d intently listen but really it went in one ear and out the other because what you really would be doing is admire his excited expressions.
How his eyes would pop out, he’d be all smiley, and sometimes do hand gestures to emphasize his statement.
Or specifically right now when he fixed his glasses on his nose then moved the curls from his glasses.
He just looked so pretty.
So perfect.
You looked back at the tv and you let your left hand rest on his thigh. Your mind took a slight turn, from having a chill movie night to something more frisky.
You’ve had an idea in mind all week but didn’t know how to bring it up, and if you figured out how to, afraid it’d scare him away.
It wasn’t the craziest thing ever but it was a tad different than what you’d usually do in bed.
It wasn’t exactly vanilla but it also wasn’t nearing fifty shades territory.
But you thought it’d be something fun for the both of you.
“Baby I wanted to try something…” you mumble quietly and he doesn’t flinch.
You cleared your throat and tried again, “baby, I wanna try something.”
His eyes were on the screen and he hummed, “hm like what love?”
You take a deep breath and figure to just show him. You sat up and then climbed onto his lap, straddling him — completely catching him by surprise.
“What are you-“
You grinded yourself against him making him gasp, then his hands landed on your waist. Your hands went to his shoulders as you slowly moved your hips but making sure it was right where it’d feel good for him.
His eyes fluttered and he tried to seem unphased but he was squirming, giving him away.
“You okay there baby?” You ask and he quickly nods, “n-never better.”
You chuckle and continue, going a little faster making his hands grip you more, “f-fuck-“
You could feel him getting hard and it made your body grow warm. Every thrust of your hips had him twitching and it was starting to make you wet, you could feel it.
You looked into his eyes and he let out a moan, “l-look so pretty like this-“
He tugged on your sweatshirt and you giggled as you lifted your arms up, letting him take it off. You threw it behind you and quickly took off your shirt while he admired you.
He was trying really hard to keep his eyes open and with this sight, it wasn’t so hard.
You threw your shirt too and grabbed his hands, slowly leading them up your body as you grinded faster. “Fuck Stevie-“ you moaned and bit your lip.
“Feel good darling?” He asks softly and you nod.
“So fucking good baby.” You breathe out, making him whimper.
You grin and lead his hands to your tits but stopping right before getting there, he gave you a pleading look and you didn’t want to be cruel so you let him.
His hands groped your tits within seconds and he even tried to squeeze your nipples through your bra. “So pretty.” He murmured and quickly moved his hands to undo it.
You moved yourself harder against him now, grinding perfectly on his bulge which stopped him in his tracks, “oh god-“
His hands were on your sides, the pleasure getting to him and distracting him. You decided to help him out and take it off for him, adding it to the pile of your clothes.
“Baby this just isn’t fair.” You whined and gave him a knowing look.
He chuckled and nodded, “let’s change that, yeah?”
You nodded, reaching for his sweatshirt as he quickly took it off before throwing it behind the couch.
You got off him and took off your pajama pants as he did the same. Once you were just in undergarments, you climbed back on but not before looking down.
It was already such a mess.
He was leaking but there was an even wetter patch across his hard on. You tried not to laugh but once he looked down, the giggles came out and your face grew hot.
“Look what you’ve done baby.” He murmurs, making you grin, “this is your fault.”
He gasps then gives you a playful dare as you go back into your position, “and how’s this my fault huh?”
“That's how wet you make me…” you murmur and he hums, sitting up.
His hands groped your tits but his eyes were on yours, “oh is that right?”
You nodded and bit your lip as he squeezed them, making them bounce. His mouth watered and he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips up, making an attempt to get you to move without saying so.
You started to grind against him again, this time doing a decent pace to not be a tease any longer.
His cock throbbed and it sent shivers down your spine. You loved having this effect on him and adored how mutual it was because your poor cunt was aching for more.
But at the same time this was all you wanted to do.
Just some dirty, desperate humping to have you both acting crazy.
Your thoughts are cut short when his mouth latches onto a nipple, making you whimper. He sucked hard and groped the other before switching and sucking the other one.
His fingers pinched your lone nub and you pressed yourself hard against him, hips moving faster than before. He moaned against you and you held onto his head keeping him in place because it felt too good.
He switched nipples again and one hand snaked down to smack your ass before settling on your hips, helping you.
“S-Steven-“ you moaned and he groaned, pulling away.
He let go of your tits only to start leaving marks on them. It was one then two and then you stopped keeping count as he marked you up all the way to your neck.
You held onto him tightly, your thighs growing tired but you were stubborn and had to see this through.
His lips kissed your warm skin all over and his moans kept leaving his mouth like a prayer.
“Fuck baby-“
“J-Just like that fuck…”
You whimpered and moved his head up so you could kiss him. You smashed your lips against his and he instantly kissed back, desperately trying to get control.
It was a clash of tongues and a sad attempt at trying to multitask.
With every thrust it was only bringing you both closer to the edge and it was obvious with the way Steven was whimpering and even trying to match your pace.
Your pussy was beyond drenched and the room was filled with the nasty sounds of your wetness and his tongue in your mouth.
He pulled away and he cupped your face, making you melt into his touch. “S-So close, love-“
You nodded and moaned, “me too!”
“Don’t stop then baby- c’mon, you’ve been such a good girl - making us both feel.. so good.” He groans, making you whimper.
You went even faster, your hands on his shoulders again until he laid back and you hid your face in his neck.
It felt amazing and you felt that all too familiar feeling in your abdomen, you were right there.
“S-Stevie- fuck I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, followed by more moans.
“That’s it sweet girl, d-don’t fucking stop.” He murmurs, his hands moving down to your hips to help you.
Your legs were starting to give up on you, shaking and barely able to keep your pace. He started to grind his hips up, wanting to ensure you cum.
His cock was twitching and his heart was racing, he was losing his mind, “P-Please, love, let me- a-ah, fuck! I need you to c-cum, please..."
You whimpered and nodded, letting yourself cum and not stopping so he could as well. Your body shook and twitched as your orgasm came crashing through. It left you into a crying whiny mess as you slowed down to not overstimulate yourself.
You felt an even bigger mess between the two of you but you didn’t say anything, just let yourself cry out in pleasure as you made sure you both fully came.
His moans didn't stop and were somehow even louder than yours were, it had you trembling. Your whimpers grew quieter as you came down from your high and you stopped moving. Your breathing was rapid and his was as well but he was focused enough to hold you tight.
He held you close to him, right against his chest again so you could hear the way his heart was beating. It soothed you and you felt yourself slowly start to calm down as he left kisses on the top of your head.
"That was uh.. a very good idea." he mumbled, making you chuckle, "of course it was, I thought of it!"
He sighed and then kissed your head again, rubbing your back softly as you felt yourself growing sleepy and you barely heard him murmur, "we should do it again sometime…"
you love to test jake's patience to see how far you can get before he takes matters into his own hands, giving you the punishment you so desperately need
giving marc a well-deserved handjob
on the off chance when steven gets the chance to finger you, he makes sure to take his time to indulge in the way your cunt takes in his fingers
always acting like a brat with jake gets you some rough pussy slaps when he's getting you off
steven looks forward to the nights where you jack him off and help him forget about everything
marc lives to breed you, making sure to pump you full and fuck his cum deeper into your cunt, hoping to soon see your stomach all plump and round
when jake roughly pounds into your cunt, he gives you the prettiest belly bulge
it's always fun to record yourself sucking off steven to watch him get flustered when you beg him to watch it back with you
marc loves to handcuff you and fuck you stupid
recently the tasks with khonshu have had jake extremely stressed, so you take it upon yourself to let him fuck your throat raw in hopes of giving him some sort of relief
steven's favorite reward is when you tie down his arms and desperately ride his face
a/n : I hope to write something in the future for the moon boys if enough people are interested in this post, hope you all enjoy 🍮
Hiii I was the one who requested the “soft” fic but I just wanted to say I absolutely adore the fic to the core and now Pervy steven grant will never get out of my brain now 👀👀
Hii my love <33 thank you sm for ur request and I’m glad you enjoyed hehe 🙊 After writing it i’ve been thinking about how pervy Steven has a thing for tits… or just how needy and desperate he is.
MDNI 18+
Steven wouldn’t say he isn’t an ass guy but he knows he’d always choose touching a nice set of plush boobs if you gave him the chance. 
Pervy! Steven who always has to sleep on the side of the bed that faces the wall because he knows you like cuddling up into his arms and he can’t risk going a night without a nice view of your squeezed tits in your flimsy tank which he can’t see if you end up leaving him to cuddle you from behind :( He might even tug your tank down a bit just to see a nipple.
Pervy Steven and his wandering hands that slip under your shirts whenever he has the chance. He cups your plump tits and gives em a nice squeeze. Whispering on about how lucky he is to have a girl with such a great rack.
But most of all pervy Steven loves watching the way your tits bounce with his heavy thrusts. Loves sucking on the warm flesh while he runts into you, completely dumb and overstimulated. He whimpers onto your tits like a loser, slobbering and moaning all over you.
Pervy steven that keeps a Polaroid of your tits covered in loads of his cum tucked into his wallet for when he goes out of town because of Marc. He’ll pull it out and fuck into his fist when he finally gets back to whatever hotel Marc booked just to blow off some steam.
