Summary: You and Steven partake in some kinky activities, with you edging him and making him degrade himself knowing that he gets off on it. But it turns out that Steven is wanting to play in some more action by being a brat.
Warnings: SMUT. BDSM and kinks involved such as dom/sub dynamic, brat play, brat discipline, bondage, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, edging, rough handling/manhandling, use of sex toys including a vibrator, cock ring, and gag (mentioned). Dom!reader and sub!brat!Steven. back on my bottom and kinky sub Steven propaganda again. There's also the implication that the reader and Jake also engage in dom/sub dynamics too.
Author’s Snip: I wanted to write for my proposal and idea that Steven should be allowed to be into more hard and degrading stuff with the idea of him being into some kinky stuff. Just because I've personally yet to see it and I feel like Jake and Marc shouldn't be the only ones who get to be a part of that. All this to say I want more bratty Steven. Let him be a brat.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Honestly, despite the stereotype that nerds are all secretly the kinkiest people on the planet, when people looked at Steven Grant, no one could fathom the idea that he could partake in anything remotely kinky. He was socially awkward, timid, and if it weren't for the fact that you found all that charming about him and asked him out, and thus began dating, some would say he possibly had no game. Quite possibly even freeze up as soon as anything remotely sexual started happening around him.
But what they don't know is that Steven really is that stereotype but in a whole other way.
"Say it," you command him.
"I'm a...~" he breathes out, but he trails off.
"Come on. Don't tell me you can't string some words together. We haven't been going for that long," you tease him.
"I'm a desperate slut!~" he moans out.
You and Steven were sitting on the bed, you simply sat on the bed, fully clothed, pulling Steven's back against your chest. Of which, Steven was completely naked and sat on his knees with his hands bound behind his back. The hand that you weren't using to keep Steven flushed against you was reaching in front of him, jerking him off.
"There we go. That wasn't so hard. Was it?" you purr in his ear, but Steven only whimpers back.
You keep going for a while till Steven goes from whimpering to moaning, getting closer to coming with each stroke, but when he's almost there you stop dead in the middle of the action making him cry out and try thrusting his hips to get more. But you're quick to stop him by taking the hand you're using to hold him from his chest to his curls and tugging on them, making him moan embarrassingly loud.
"Ah-ah," you tut, "You know better than that," you scold him.
"Please. I need to come," Steven begs. "You said if I was good I could come," he says.
"And you said that I could make you come any way I wanted. But here you are being a brat and trying to get your way," you tell him.
"I'm not a brat!" he protests.
"You're sure acting like one." you taunt him.
"And you're being unfair," he bites back, "I want to come now." he whines, adding "You let Jake come when he wants, whenever you do this with him.".
You grab his chin and turn him to face you. "Maybe because Jake does as he's told and doesn't talk back," you tell Steven. "But if you keep talking back like that and you're getting the ring and vibe treatment and I'll leave you like that till you wanna behave," you warn him.
"No," Steven begs, "I got that last time, that's not fair," he whines.
"What's the word?" you ask. That's your version of asking for the safe word.
"Gatsby" he says. Go. You nod in response before continuing.
"I'll warn you one last time. You either stop being a brat or I'm getting the stuff," you order him.
"You're no fun," he grumbles.
"Now you're getting the gag too," you say as you push him forward onto the bed, the mattress of course breaking his fall onto his front. "It'll save us the noise complaint of you moaning like a whore." you add as you get up to retrieve the toys from their storage in a lower drawer across the room.
You're still able to see the bed in the corner of your vision as you stifle through all the things in the drawer. You can see Steven squirming and occasionally trying to fight against the rope binding his wrists, and whimpering and breathing heavily. But you know that they aren't noises of distress. As a matter of fact, you get the idea that he's trying to get off on his own to continue testing you.
You grab everything and walk back to the bed, "Last warning, Steven. You either stop and be good or I'll make you behave," you say.
steven would cum untouched when you sit on his face<3 nd if you play with his tits he cries n moans into you<3
ANON WHAT 🤯 HOW R U IN MY MIND??? ok ok, i guessss i can take a break from wips and write a lil something....
awwww sad little hopeless stevie can't catch a break :(
NSFW [18+] under the cut (obviously):
completely bare and sprawled out on the bed, steven is thrumming with need. your eyes lower to drink in the delicious view of his cock twitching with desperation, cherry tip slowly dripping silky precum onto your pretty pink sheets.
he's been like this all night, throbbing for your mouth, your touch, anything, but you deny him. instead, you sit up against the headboard, thighs straddling his face, hungrily watching as he falls apart for you.
his cock bobs as he involuntarily bucks into the air, hopelessly seeking out any type of attention as he lasciviously sucks you into his mouth. you watch how his abs tense when you ghost a hand over his chest, how his whole body shakes from the mere feeling of your skin against his.
sometimes you forget how muscular your little stevie is. though it makes sense, he shares a body with marc: the man who uses the gym as his therapy.
steven drinks from you feverishly, making a complete mess of himself. he's drenched in your slick from his lips to his collarbones, but still, he begs for more, eagerly laving over your satiny lips, attempting to draw you to the edge.
his whines against your pussy quickly turn into whimpers and groans as you start to roll your hips over him. he loves it when you take control, when you use him to get off.
the mattress shifts under you with sharp movements as his thrusts get more aggressive -- more needy. steven is hopelessly fucking the air at the same pace as your hips roll over him.
as much as your body urges you to close your eyes and bask in the feeling of his mouth, you can't help but stare at the beautifully broken specimen under you.
you could argue that his moans against you are almost as enticing as his slick tongue, but it's the combination of the two that ignites your orgasm. he flicks over your clit and suckles until your head is thrown back and thighs are trembling around him.
you almost collapse on top of him as he groans deep vibrations against your pulsing clit, but you catch yourself, careful not to suffocate him (though you know he wouldn't mind it). your hands grip his chest for support and you find yourself softly digging your nails into his skin as you ride out your high, so overwhelmed by everything.
you don't expect the sharp cry that rips from his throat as you grind your cunt against his tongue or the stuttered gasps that follow, puffing sweetly against your slick skin. your eyes lazily open to see steven writhing on the sheets under you, cum splattered all over his stomach, cock glistening and still hard.
you sit up from his face, laying your flushed body over his to get a closer look. your finger delicately traces a sticky trail from his stomach to his cock before you wrap your hand around his shaft.
he throbs in your hand like he didn't get the memo that he came a mere minute ago. you squeeze and he yelps, desperately gripping your thighs to keep him from cumming again.
Warnings: D/s dynamic, Dom!reader/sub!Steven, soft domination, spanking, praise kink, body worship, handjob, so. much. love.
Summary: After he’s had a bad day at work, you make sure to show Steven how loved and appreciated he is.
A/N: My first Moon Knight fic! It’s been sitting in my drafts for half a year now (yeah, I know) and I’m finally ready to share it with you. It’s sweet and I’m so happy with how it turned out. Enjoy and let me know what you think! ♡ Dividers by the wonderful @cafekitsune.
The clattering of keys in the lock stirs you from your thoughts. Steven’s finally home.
The heavy sigh that follows the door creaking open tells you everything you need to know. You glance up from your book, your eyes meeting your boyfriend’s as he trudges into the apartment. His usually lively eyes are clouded, and the slumped shoulders reveal a weight that words alone can’t convey.
“Hey, love,” you greet him softly, setting your book aside. “Rough day?”
Steven drops his bag by the door and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “You could say that, love,” he mutters, his accent thick with exhaustion. He plops down on the couch next to you, the cushion sinking under his weight. “Everything that could go wrong at the museum did. Everything. And Marc...well, Marc’s been particularly vocal today.”
You reach out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head, leaning back and closing his eyes. “Not really, love. I just...need a moment to breathe. I’m sorry.”
You watch him for a moment, taking in the lines of stress etched on his face. It’s clear he’s had one of those days where nothing goes right. He looks vulnerable, worn out. Your heart aches to see the man you love like this.
You’re about to ask if he would like a piece of the chocolate cake you baked this morning when a thought crosses your mind, and you wonder if it might help.
“Steven,” you say softly, your voice a gentle caress. “Do you want to...play tonight?”
His eyes flutter open, and a hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “I’d like that,” he admits sheepishly, a spark of hope flickering in his tired eyes. “If it’s not too much trouble, of course.”
“Never,” you assure him with a bright smile. “It’s never too much trouble for you.” You rise from the couch, offering him your hand. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”
Steven takes your hand, allowing you to lead him. His hand in yours feels so right.
The walk to the bedroom is silent, the air between you charged with anticipation. As you enter the room, you feel Steven’s grip tighten on your hand. You turn to him, noting the mixture of anxiety and excitement in his gaze.
“It’s okay, love,” you whisper, brushing a thumb over his knuckles. “You’re safe with me.”
He nods, a shiver running through him. You guide him to the bed, motioning for him to sit. He does so, looking up at you with those wide, earnest eyes that you adore so much.
“Strip,” you command softly, but firmly. “And kneel at the foot of the bed.”
Steven complies, his movements slow and deliberate. He undresses, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on the chair by the window. Then, he kneels, his posture straight but relaxed, awaiting your next instruction.
You walk around him, admiring the view. He’s beautiful, even when he’s feeling low. Especially when he’s feeling low, because it’s then that he trusts you the most. You run a hand through his hair, and he leans into your touch.
“You’ve had a hard day,” you say, your voice low and soothing. “Tell me what happened.”
He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling. “Everything went wrong at the museum. I dropped a display, messed up the paperwork, and Donna...she was relentless. Marc’s been arguing with me all day, and I just...I feel like such a failure and like I can’t do anything right.”
You kneel in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “Steven, look at me.” He does, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You’re the best. You hear me? You’re wonderful, and you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
He tries to look away, but you hold him firm. “But I messed up,” he protests weakly. “I’m just...”
“Don’t,” you cut him off. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” You lean in, your soft lips brushing against his. “You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for.”
He swallows hard, nodding slightly. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy,” you praise him, seeing the faint blush that colors his cheeks. “Now, I want you to remember that tonight is about you. About making you feel good. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
You stand, walking over to the dresser. From the top drawer, you pull out a silk scarf and a leather paddle. Steven’s eyes widen at the sight, but he doesn’t protest. He trusts you, and that trust is something you’d never ever take lightly.
You return to him, the scarf dangling from your fingers. “Hands behind your back.”
He obeys, and you expertly tie his wrists together, the silk smooth against his skin. “This is to remind you that you’re in my care,” you explain. “That you can let go.”
You trail the paddle lightly over his back, making him shiver. “And this is for when you forget how amazing you are. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good.” You walk around him, your fingers brushing over his shoulders, his neck. “Now, tell me again what happened at the museum.”
Steven takes a deep breath. “I...I dropped a display. It shattered into a million pieces, and everyone looked at me like I was an idiot. It was humiliating and I completely froze.”
You nod, absorbing his words. “And what did you think when that happened?”
“I...I thought I was useless,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
The paddle comes down lightly on his backside, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Steven gasps, his body tensing.
“What did I say about speaking badly about yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” he breathes. “I’ll try to be better.”
You run a soothing hand over the spot you struck. “That’s all I ask, love.” You move in front of him again, lifting his chin so he meets your gaze. “You’re not useless, Steven. You’re human. We all make mistakes.”
He nods, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Thank you,” he murmurs.
You smile, leaning in to kiss him gently. “You’re welcome. Now, tell me more.”
Steven sighs deeply, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “The paperwork,” he begins, his voice hesitant. “I was supposed to catalog a new shipment of artifacts, but I got the dates wrong. Donna found out and she... she was furious. She called me a bumbling idiot and that hiring me was the worst mistake she’s ever made. And I...I think she might be right.”
He lowers his gaze to the floor, ashamed. Your gaze, on the other hand, is fixed on his face, watching every single expression. You’re fuming, gripping the handle of the paddle so hard your knuckles turn white.
Nothing makes you angrier than anyone daring to dull the bright light in Steven’s eyes.
You quickly collect yourself, pushing away your immediate thoughts of getting Donna fired. This isn’t about you or your anger right now.
You lift the paddle, bringing it down firmly on his other butt cheek. He flinches, the sting a sharp reminder of your words. You immediately soothe his hot skin with your hand, your touch gentle and reassuring. Moving in front of him again, you lift his chin, ensuring he meets your eyes.
“Steven,” you say calmly. “She had no right to disrespect you like that. None. It’s completely normal to get things wrong, especially with something as complex as artifact cataloging. I’ve never met anyone as passionate and dedicated to their work, and everyone at that museum is lucky that you’re granting them the gift of your precious time and talent.”
“Thank you,” he whispers. “But I know I should’ve checked the dates twice and, and I didn’t…and now the museum has to pay an extra fee and it’s all because of me and–”
He can’t finish his sentence before you’ve struck the supple flesh of his perfect butt again, this time with vigor. The sharp crack of the paddle against his skin surprises you both. Steven gasps, his body jerking forward slightly, but his reaction is immediate and telling. A low moan escapes his lips, his muscles tensing and then relaxing as the sting spreads across his skin. His cock is hardening, the sight stirring up your own arousal.
You soothe the reddened area with a gentle hand, your voice firm but tender. “Baby, listen to me. Mistakes happen. You are not defined by them. The museum can handle an extra fee; no one died, it’s not the end of the world. What’s important is that you learn and move on.”
He shudders, nodding as he processes your words and the lingering sensation of the paddle. “Yes, Ma’am,” he breathes, his voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and gratitude.
“Good boy,” you praise, running your fingers through his hair. “Now, tell me about Marc. What did he do today?”
Steven takes a deep, steadying breath, trying to decide within seconds what to tell you. He can’t reveal the complete truth, not when it’s about…well, it’s about you. It’s about wanting to be with you forever. It’s about arguing over who will have the honor of asking you to marry them.
For weeks now, they’ve been debating the specifics of their proposal, your engagement ring patiently waiting, safely stashed behind a book on a shelf you can’t easily reach.
“He, uh,” Steven murmurs, “he’s been in my head all day, criticizing every little thing I do. I feel like he sometimes wishes he was alone, that he could be with you by himself, that he didn’t have to carry me around as well. And I...I don’t blame him”
You bring the paddle down with two firm strikes, and Steven’s moan is louder this time, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. His body trembles with the intensity of his emotions, and you waste no time stepping in front of him, pulling his head towards your belly, and softly petting him.
“Steven,” you say, your voice gentle yet firm, “Marc is so grateful to have you. He tells me all the time. He knows how much I love you, and he would never want anything less for either of us. And Marc doesn’t carry you; you both support each other equally. You are kind, compassionate, and incredibly strong. Neither Marc nor I would want to be in this world without you.”
Steven’s breath hitches, his face pressed against your belly as he absorbs your words. You continue to stroke his hair, offering him the comfort and reassurance he needs. His body slowly relaxes, the tension easing as he lets your words sink in.
“I appreciate you so much, baby,” you continue, your hand never stopping its soothing motion. “You’re important, and you are loved.”
He nods, his voice a soft whisper against your shirt. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Good boy,” you coo, lifting his chin so he can see the sincerity in your eyes. “Now, tell me how that makes you feel.”
He swallows hard, his eyes glistening with emotion. “It makes me feel...valued. Loved. Like I’m not alone.”
“Good. ’Cause it’s all true,” you assure him, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on his warm lips. “Now, I think you deserve a reward. Would you like that, Steven?”
His eyes light up at that, a smile breaking through the remnants of his earlier gloom. “Yes, please,” he whispers. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
You caress his cheek and steal another kiss before smiling at him and straightening up.
“Kneel on the bed,” you say softly, walking to the end of the bed. “Get comfortable and face me.”
Steven complies, his movements fluid and trusting. He sits back on his heels in the middle of the bed, his eyes locked on yours, his cock twitching in anticipation.
Your eyes drop down to his cock, where a string of precum is currently making its way down onto the covers. You bite your lip at the sight.
“You’re leaking, baby.”
“Oh,” Steven murmurs as he looks down, his cheeks flushing. “I’m sorry.”
You sigh and roll your eyes demonstratively as you cross the room. “Don’t make me get the paddle again.”
Steven smirks. “Yes, Ma’am.”
You drag your standing floor-length mirror to the foot of the bed so Steven can see his reflection. His eyes widen slightly, but he stays still, waiting for your next instruction.
You move behind him on the bed, your hands caressing his body. “Look at yourself, Steven,” you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. “Look and see what I see.”
Your hands slide over his shoulders, your fingers tracing the defined muscles. “These shoulders, so strong and capable. They bear so much weight, and yet they remain steady.”
Steven nods, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Yes, Ma’am.”
You move your hands down his arms, feeling the tension ease under your touch. “These arms, always ready to hold and protect. They’re beautiful, just like you.”
He swallows hard, meeting your gaze in the mirror. “Thank you,” he whispers.
You press a kiss to the nape of his neck. “My good boy,” you praise him. “Keep looking.”
Your hands travel down his back, tracing the curve of his spine. “This back, it’s strong and supportive. It carries so much, but it never breaks.”
Steven shivers under your touch, his breath hitching. “Yes, Ma’am."
You continue your journey, your hands gliding over his sides to his hips. “These hips, so perfectly shaped. So graceful on the dance floor and always bringing me so much pleasure.”
His cock twitches at that image and a soft moan escapes his lips as he nods, his eyes never leaving the mirror. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Your hands move lower, caressing his thighs. “These legs, they’re powerful and sturdy. They carry you through every challenge with unwavering determination. I admire that.”
Steven’s voice is barely audible as he whispers, “Yes, Ma’am.”
You move up again and pause, your hands resting on his lower belly. “And this,” you murmur, your fingers brushing over his skin. “This is where you carry so much of your tension, but it’s also where your strength lies.”
He shudders, his body responding to your touch. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Your hand slides down to his erect cock, wrapping around it gently. He gasps, his body tensing.
“Look at yourself, Steven,” you command softly. “See how beautiful you are.”
He meets your eyes in the mirror, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. “Yes, Ma’am.”
You let go of his cock, and he can’t hold back a little whimper. Sensing his fear that you might not touch him again, you immediately lift your hand towards his mouth.
“Spit.”
Steven obeys without hesitation, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. A small bead of saliva drips from his lips onto your fingers, and you smile approvingly.
“Good boy,” you murmur, bringing your hand back to his cock. The added lubrication makes your touch smoother, more deliberate, and Steven shudders, his body responding to your control.
You start stroking him slowly from behind, your other hand caressing his shoulder blades. You kiss his shoulder, your lips brushing over his skin. “You are incredible, Steven,” you whisper in his ear. “So strong, so capable. I love you more than words can say.”
He moans softly, his body trembling. “Thank you,” he gasps. “I– I love you, too.”
“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to,” you murmur, your strokes maintaining a slow, torturous rhythm. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he breathes, his voice strained.
You continue to stroke him, your hand firm and steady. “Tell me how amazing you are, Steven,” you whisper in his ear.
“I’m amazing,” he gasps, his body arching into your touch.
“Again,” you command softly, your lips brushing against his ear. “But this time, be specific. Tell me one thing you like about yourself.”
“I...I have a kind heart,” he stammers, his breath hitching.
“Good boy,” you whisper, your strokes maintaining their steady rhythm. “What else?”
“My...my intelligence,” he gasps, his body trembling.
“Very good, Steven,” you murmur, kissing his neck. “Keep going.”
“I...I’m dedicated,” he breathes, his voice growing more confident.
“Yes, you are,” you agree, your hand moving faster. “Tell me more.”
“I’m compassionate,” he moans.
“Wonderful, Steven. You’re doing so well.”
He shudders, his body on the edge. “Please,” he whispers, his voice desperate.
“One more time”, you instruct, your hand never faltering.
“I’m strong,” he cries out, his voice filled with conviction.
“Good boy,” you whisper. “Now, you may come.”
Steven’s body tenses, every muscle tightening as he teeters on the edge of release. His breaths come in ragged gasps, and with one final, shuddering moan, he comes hard. Ropes of cum spurt onto the bed, each wave of his orgasm rippling through his body like a powerful tide. His moans grow louder, a raw, primal sound of release and relief, filling the room with his pleasure.
You hold him close from behind, feeling the tremors of his climax echoing through your own body. Your arms wrap around him securely, grounding him as he rides out the intense waves of his high. His body jerks with each pulse, his cock twitching as the last spurts of cum spill onto the bed.
“I’m so proud of you,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his sweat-dampened shoulder. “I love you, Steven.”
His body slowly begins to relax, the tension ebbing away as the overwhelming pleasure recedes. He slumps against you, utterly spent, his breaths coming in deep, steadying gulps.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, his voice filled with gratitude and lingering pleasure. “I love you, too.”
You hold him for a moment longer, letting him bask in the afterglow before pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck and pulling away. You untie his wrists, massaging the slight indents the scarf left on his skin.
“How do you feel?” you ask.
“Better,” he admits, a dopey smile on his lips. “Lighter.”
“That’s good to hear,” you say softly. “Now, how about you go take a shower while I warm up dinner, hm? And think about what movie you wanna watch.”
He nods, his eyes shining with affection. “Yes, Ma’am.”
You watch him as he heads to the bathroom, a small smile on your lips. Once he’s gone, you clean up the bed and head to the kitchen. You warm up the dinner you prepared earlier, the comforting aroma filling the apartment.
When Steven emerges from the shower, he looks refreshed, his earlier stress completely melted away. He joins you in the living room, and you hand him his plate.
“Did you decide on a movie?” you ask, settling down next to him.
He smiles, a genuine, relaxed smile. “How about that creepy robot movie you’ve been wanting me to watch with you?”
You chuckle, very pleased with his choice. “Sounds perfect.”
You eat together in front of the TV, the movie playing in the background. After dinner, you cuddle on the couch, holding him close and scratching his scalp gently. He sighs contentedly, his head resting on your shoulder.
“Thank you,” he murmurs softly. “For everything.”
You press a kiss to his temple, your heart swelling with love. “Always, Steven. I love you.”
Thank you for reading!
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imagine having steven between your legs, thighs spread as you tease his sopping wit cunt. he’s whining and quivering as your fingers never let up on their incessant teasing.
two of your fingers are stuffing him full, plunging in and out and making obscene noises. you use two fingers from your other hand to rub harsh and unforgiving circles on his puffy clit.
he’s crying fat tears that soak his face, and his hips are stuttering in an effort to both move toward the stimulation and away from it.
he’s begging you, pretty please, to let him cum. but you say no every time and just keep moving. he’s whining and thrashing once you deny him for a third time. it would be different if you were edging him but no, you would deny him and keep going. his want to be good for you was neck and neck with his want to cum.
you felt his body tense, and pull itself taut as he tried his best to stop his impending orgasm. you knew he wouldn’t be able to last any longer if you denied him, and so you decided to have mercy on your baby. “go ahead, pretty. let it out,” you grant him permission and in the same second, he’s gushing around your fingers. your hand and some of the floor under him is soaked with his cum and he’s whining as your fingers slow their movements.
hi hi, could u write something ab reader giving insecure!steven a reach around hj in front of a mirror? and reader's constantly praising him and telling him to look in the mirror to see how pretty he is <3
A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble in response to the request but i got carried away haha
“You’re so beautiful,” you groan into Steven’s ear, lips kissing down his jaw, laving your tongue over his thrumming pulse point.
He squirms from the compliment, his whole body warming from the praise. Going a little quiet, Steven tries his best not to get too in his head, but you notice him slipping anyway. You rub a hand over the softness of his stomach and pull back to look at him, “What is it, baby?”
Steven goes quiet again, looking anywhere but your eyes as he tries to find words. Frowning, you push a curl behind his ear and carress his cheek gently, “What?” you start, kissing his dimple, “Don’t believe me?”
His eyes fall, an almost weary look forming as he bows his head, both out of shyness and in hope your hands will find his hair.
Instead, you find his chin quickly, tilting his face back up to look at you, your face growing more stern, “I call you ‘angel’ for a reason, Steven.”
He blushes again, his hands coming up to play with the fingers of your free hand in his lap, “I just- Sometimes I see Marc and Jake and- They’re both so handsome and- Gods, I know this doesn’t make any sense but, I swear I don’t look like them.”
You reach around to cup his neck, grounding him as you’re sure his head is exploding with other thoughts about himself, “You do look different, baby. But it’s so beautiful, the way you each have your own way of standing, your own smiles, different ways of speaking. I love that you’re all different.”
His eyes soften again, that sweet, caramel brown that only Steven’s eyes turn, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He melts into you, clutching your hand again and whispering against your lips, “M’sorry I ruined the mood.”
You chuckle, leaning into to nip at that sensitive spot just below his jaw, “You could never ruin the mood — I’ll always want you. I mean, fuck. Look at you.”
Steven’s cheeks and chest are flushed pink, lips kiss bitten and parted beautifully, his exposed skin looking so soft. He’s in just his boxers, looking up at your through tied brows as you practically ravage him with your eyes.
“Baby,” you groan at the sight of him and he squirms under your gaze, leaning in and hiding his face in your chest. Your hand weaves through his hair and tugs him back to look at you with just enough pressure to make him whine softly.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he breathes a little faster, searching for something in your eyes. You tug his hair back a little further, exposing his neck and running your warm tongue over the marks you made earlier, soothing them. Another soft sound escapes his lips and he wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you with him.
You kiss a trail down his chest, swirling over his nipple gently and breathing out a groan when he cries out for you again, “So pretty, sweetheart. And, god, those noises you make for me..”
Steven’s chest heaves under your mouth as you switch sides, flicking your tongue over the taut peaks of his chest. He’s so sensitive there and he never realized it until you tried it one day, drawing something close to a scream out of him.
You run your hands down to his stomach, caressing the softness of his hips and squeezing at the tiny bit of pudge on his belly, mumbling, “My favorite.”
His eyes roll back at the thought — one of his least favorite parts of his body being your favorite. You’ve marked him as your own, possessive little love bites blooming dark red all over his chest and stomach.
As you move lower, nibbling on his inner thighs and squeezing them affectionately, Steven’s legs start to shake a little bit.
“Always loved your thighs, they’re so sensitive for me, angel,” you smile, looking up at him.
Steven’s eyes are glossed over with love, his lower lip pulled adorably between his teeth, and he looks absolutely ethereal. You can’t help but climb up and pull him into another kiss, your gentle tongue parting his lips and finding that sweet taste of tea he always has waiting for you. His hands stay at his sides, clutching the blankets under him, but he can’t help the way his hips twitch up into yours a little bit.
He’s achingly hard in his boxers, so you decide to show him some mercy, lowering your hips and giving him the pressure he needs in a slow, deep grind. Steven’s lips slow against yours and he gasps at the relief, his mouth hanging open a bit.
“Oh, angel. You can’t focus on two things at once?” you tease, watching his cheeks redden once again. He loves it though, all the teasing, all the gentle humiliation. You lean forward, tugging at his full bottom lip playfully, “Answer me, Steven.”
He whimpers in panic, dazed eyes opening to look at you when he speaks, “No I can’t, love.”
You smile at his admission, pressing a soft kiss between his brows and climbing off of him, “Sit up, I have an idea.”
The sudden loss of contact draws a whine out of Steven, but he nods, following you up and off of the bed, waiting for your guidance.
“Take those off for me, baby,” you motion to his boxers and sit down on the carpet against the side of the bed, “C‘mere.”
Steven looks at you for a moment, a little confused, but kneels down, taking the spot you’re patting, his back to your chest, leaning into you. Only after looking up does he realize you had positioned him in front of the full length mirror. He looks at himself wearily, only allowing himself a moment before he moves his eyes to your face. You’re resting your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist in a hug when you murmur, “Is this okay?”
He nods and focuses on the comfort of your skin against his, holding him, pressing kisses to his shoulders and back. Your hand drifts down to his cock, brushing your knuckles over it teasingly, watching him hold his hips back.
“I want you to see how pretty you look when I touch you, angel. Can you keep your eyes on the mirror for me?” You ask.
He’s already in a daze, but he nods quickly and opens his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, “Y-Yeah, I can.”
“That’s my boy,” you tease, smiling and pressing the softest of kisses to his temple as your hand surrounds him, beginning to stroke him slowly.
Immediately, he melts back against you and a soft moan spills from his lips. He watches himself — the way you wreck him with the softest of touches, the way you draw the most pathetic sounds out of him.
“You see that baby? See how perfect you look?” You whisper, running your thumb over his slit slowly.
Steven nearly doubles over in pleasure, keeping his eyes on himself. He knows that if he looks away, you’ll stop, and he only wants to be good for you. But he can’t help the way he squirms when you touch him, writhing after every swipe of your fingers.
His shaking thighs reduce you for a moment, watching him in awe, before leaning forward to nibble at his earlobe, “My beautiful boy.”
All of this — seeing your dynamic from another perspective, watching himself get ruined — has Steven barreling toward his peak much faster than he’d like to admit. He’s overwhelmed with love and pleasure, reaching for your arm to hold onto, just for grounding.
Normally, you don’t let Steven touch you in these kinds of situations, but you know he needs the closeness right now, so you let him hold on.
“I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his shoulders, over every scar and every sunspot, letting praise after praise sink in.
When Steven’s breathy moans start get higher in pitch and his eyes struggle to stay open, you slow your hand to a stop, reaching down to run your hands over his chest and stomach, murmuring, “Steven, look at me.”
He gasps when you let go of him, but takes a deep breath to calm down before looking into your eyes through the mirror. You reach up to tilt his cheek toward you, pressing a soft kiss there, “I love you so much, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Steven whimpers and nods, mostly to himself, trying to lean into your touch some more — “Love you so much.”
Your heart melts at his desperation and you can’t take it anymore, turning him enough to look at you and cupping his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, you hear me? My sweet, pretty boy. There’s no one else like you, Steven.”
He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, “Your- Your pretty boy..”
You smile, nudging your nose against his, “That’s right, angel. All mine.”
The sweet, possessive words you utter make his entire body ache with need and he brushes his lips over yours, just that contact enough to make him whine. He’s so sensitive, melting into you when you finally kiss him, pulling him in by his bottom lip and laving your tongue over his. Steven’s lips are always so plush, moving with yours like it was the simplest thing in the world, and he moaned when your hand found his hair, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper.
Your free hand found his soft thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and inching back up to his cock, tracing the length of him from base to tip. Steven gasps from your ministrations, his head falling forward into your neck with a soft grunt of ‘please’.
Kissing his hair, you wrap your fingers around him and give him a slow stroke, prolonging it just enough to tease. His eyes well with tears, both out of need and love for you, and he bites down on your shirt, trying to hold back his cries for more. But you can feel the warmth of him against your neck, his damp eyelashes brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you stop, “Baby, look at me.”
Ever your good boy, Steven raises his head, biting his lips but failing to hide his glassy eyes. You kiss his teary cheeks, “I’ll stop teasing, yeah? You can’t take much more, can you?“
He shakes his head, more tears clouding his eyes, “Please, I can’t.”
Cooing to him gently, you kiss his swollen lips just once more before leaning down and spitting into your hand, bringing it down to stroke him again. Steven gasps, his stomach beginning to clench repeatedly, thighs shaking as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm already.
“Thank you, thank you,” He whimpers out, “Love you so- so much.”
Kissing his cheek, you hush his cries and twist your hand just the way he likes, “I know, angel, I know. Go on and come when you’re ready, I’ve got you.”
Steven’s voice breaks with his next moan and he presses into your touch as he comes, a few stray tears spilling over his flushed cheeks. You watch his beautiful eyes go placid, listen to his breath shaking as you guide him through every wave of pleasure.
When it becomes too much, Steven grasps your wrist gently, stilling your hand and leaning forward to rest his head on your chest. All he can fathom is a soft “thank you” and a kiss to your collarbone, but you can feel his thumb tracing circles on your hip, where he holds onto you.
Then, after a minute, his eyes are looking up at you again, chocolatey as ever, and he smiles, that crooked, boyish smile you love so much. You can’t help but giggle at his dorky grin, reaching to run your knuckles over his stubble, “What?”
His cheeks tint pink and he laughs softly, “We’re doing that mirror thing again.”
Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Cockwarming, Teasing, Grinding, Praising, OCC? Steven Grant
Genre—Lemon/Smut
NOT PROOFREAD
M/N was doing his work in silence, typing away at his laptop as he fills out inventory for his business.
Oh—Also Steven was currently cockwarming M/N as M/N worked. Steven was breathing heavily as he felt M/N's cock inside of him, his cock reaching deep inside Steven
Steven wanted to move so bad, his mind clouded with lust yet embarrassment with the position he was in. M/N would "accidentally" move in his seat which caused a short, immediate moan from Steven.
Steven would look back at M/N, lightly glaring at the (H/C) hair man. M/N lowly chuckled at his reaction, "I'm sorry, baby. Just needed to move." M/N explains, rubbing Steven's hips. Steven whines lowly at this action as he nodded.
About an hour of cockwarming M/N as M/N teases the sensitive man, Steven's body was trembling as his cock arched for a release. Steven wanted M/N to fuck him dumb already on his desk.
He didn't want to spend another minute like this. He wanted to turn around and beg M/N to fuck him.
It wasn't until M/N closes his laptop which catches Steven's attention. M/N's hands found Steven's hips as M/N smirks at Steven's state.
"Oh, please tell me your done..." Steven whimpers out, his hips beginning to move by themselves, grinding.
"I'm done, my love. And since you've been good—cockwarming me as I worked, I think you deserve an award, hmm?"
SUMMARY: steven thinks you deserve to be worshipped and he's more than honored to be able to give you what you deserve.
WARNINGS: oral + fingering + use of the title 'mistress'
NOTES: he has me in a chokehold, it's unexpected but not surprising, really.
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steven's gaze was glazed over, his eyes focused in between your legs as he sat in front of you, at your feet, at the end of the bed. you were leaning against the pillows at the headboard, legs wide open. his hands were on his thighs, squeezing the flesh through the restricting material of his pants. you hadn't said that he could take them off yet, so he hadn't.
it hadn't been that long since you'd gotten into position, only a minute at most, maybe. but to be honest, he wasn't keeping track and he couldn't really focus at the sight of you. you were practically shining between your thighs, your wetness calling to him like the gods above––he could almost hear a sinful voice beckoning him closer.
he was itching to touch you, even though it'd only been seconds. his palms were hot and sweaty, his whole body buzzing to feel your skin. he licked his lips and you couldn't help but smirk, arching your back and rolling your hips up for show, a thrill running through you when his eyes fluttered with desparation. "you wanna make me feel good baby?"
his eyes shot up to yours immediately, willing to do anything for your approval, for your permission to touch.
"oh yes please, mistress, i'll do anything. just wanna make you cum again and again."
you smiled, completely enamored and needy for the man in front of you, reaching a hand out. "c'mere."
he crawled towards you, leaning his head into your hand, practically purring as you ran your fingers through his hair. he nuzzled his cheek into your thigh, almost panting at how close he was to your heat.
you tilted your head, eating him up with your gaze. "you wanna taste?"
he nodded, licking his lips, eyes focused on your pussy. "more than anything," he whispered.
feeling the carnal desire take over you, you gripped his hair tight, making him moan as you pulled his head to right where you both needed it.
his tongue swiped through your folds––leaving a long, sensual lick as he savored your taste, groaning into you in pure bliss, eyes closing as he sunk into you. his hands reached out to hold your thighs, gently spreading them wider so he could have all of you.
you took in a sharp breath, cursing quietly at the pure relief coursing through your veins at the feel of him. your fingers still tugged at hair but from the sounds steven let out as you pulled, you could tell he didn't mind.
he flattened his tongue and dragged it through your wetness, pressing into your clit once he reached the top before giving it a wet, affectionate, but ravenous kiss. he swirled his tongue around it, opening his eyes when you let out a moan. "good, darling?"
you nodded, biting your lip. "so good baby, keep going."
he smiled and let his eyes shut once more, his grip tightening on your thighs as he quickened the pace of his tongue, flicking your bundle of nerves with purpose. you rolled your hips, pushing yourself further into his mouth, making him groan appreciatively, his hands squeezing your thighs almost as a thank you.
he closed his lips against your heat, leaving a few wet, sloppy kisses before he was properly making out with your pussy, swirling his tongue in all the right places, dipping it inside of you a few times before sucking on your clit, taking a deep inhale and letting himself surrender completely to your needs.
it felt as though he wasn't even in his body anymore, like he had become a vessel with the sole purpose of giving you pleasure. he was lost in the taste of you, in the feel of you under his palms and fingertips and on his tongue. so much so that he barely took notice of how close you were, only realizing as your body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping you.
your eyes rolled back, both your hands gripping his hair, pulling him into you as if he would ever dare to pull away, your mouth dropping open only to let out a shuddered breath.
when your body relaxed and your soul landed back on this plane, you whimpered, realizing steven wasn't stopping any time soon. he lapped up your release, going back in for seconds, slipping two fingers in his mouth for a quick second before sliding them through your folds lazily, letting them linger on every sensitive spot before thrusting them inside you.
you moaned and bucked your hips, feeling your heart swell and your pussy clench when he crooked his fingers and kissed your inner thigh to soothe you.
his eyes met yours and they were completely dark, but still full of admiration, lips parted as he watched you, hungry.
his mouth met your heat again, kissing eagerly with tongue, making sure to taste you as you clenched around his fingers, sucking him back in every time he pulled out.
this time his eyes were locked on you, greedy with anticipation as he watched you, his fingers thrusting in and out of you loudly but precisely, mouth almost obnoxiously loud as he kissed, sucked and licked at your clit.
within mere minutes, your thighs were trembling, squeezing around steven's head as he kept you close, his free arm wrapped around your thigh. you let out quick, sharp breaths, small moans tumbling from your lips as you came on his fingers and tongue.
"oh fuck honey, just like that––"
he moaned and hummed in response against you, shaking his head vigorously from side to side as he flattened his tongue yet again and let it swipe across your clit.
he didn't stop until your entire body was vibrating, his hand and jaw sore from the effort. he would've kept going honestly, if your hands hadn't shakily pushed his head away, your body completely spent from the orgasms he'd pulled from it.
he trailed a few kisses along the inside of your thigh and sat up, wiping around his mouth with his fingers before slipping them into his mouth to clean off absentmindedly. you had to close your eyes to calm yourself, the sight alone overwhelming you, making you pulse.
his eyes raked over you in satisfaction and admiration, he was honestly still in disbelief that he was yours and you were his.
"y'alright love?" his hands were caressing the insides of your thighs, soothing you as you settled down.
a sated smile spread on your face and you nodded, taking a few more seconds to let your eyes open. you opened your arms and he took the hint immediately, rushing into your embrace, pressing his lips against yours, moaning into your mouth when you sucked on his tongue, tasting yourself.
the kisses were slow, purposeful, as the both of you showed your appreciation for each other through it, lips lingering, almost dreading to part between each kiss.
after a minute or two, you slid your hand down his chest until you reached his throbbing bulge, squeezing cheekily, making him whimper. you pulled away from the kiss with a smile, "your turn, baby."
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@ marvelouspeterparker –– please do not repost anywhere
