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1940scrowley · 2 years

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rating: explicit (mdni)

word count: 8k

summary: you and steven get together after a night out. there is not enough plot to justify the length tbh. co-written with @screamforstu ; we are bad at endings sorry <3

content warnings: smut. oral - f receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, steven has little experience but he’s a quick learner. marc is involved for like two seconds. was proof read once during editing lmao. by reading beyond this point, you agree that you are 18+.

Steven felt nerves creeping up his spine as he walked down the hallway to his flat with you. His first official date with you had gone really well, save for the few moments he had Marc in his head, interrupting his time with you. All he could do was tune out the other man as well as he could.

He’s literally fought alongside you, and he probably shouldn’t be so nervous around you after everything you have all been through together. But he really liked you, and a dating setting was very different to one on a battlefield. He wanted to impress you.

He let out a quiet sigh as he dug through his pockets in search of the key. He found it after a bit of fumbling around, and he quickly inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. God, he was fine up until these moments, what has gotten into him?

He let you walk through the door first, following close behind but immediately getting nervous over the thought that he might be too close. He could practically hear Marc laughing at him.

With a little thud and a faint click, the door to his flat was shut.

He removed his jacket, hanging it on the rack before looking blindly around his flat. He didn’t know what to do, his dates have never actually lasted this long. But now you lived with them, so it only made it a bit more awkward for him.

He decided to visit his fish, giving the little creature a bit of food while he tried to think of something to say. He stared at his reflection, hoping Marc would see him struggling, if the other wasn’t already aware, and coached him through this a bit.

‘ Steven, relax. I know I was making fun of you earlier but you’re not doing half bad. I think you really got a shot with her tonight. ’

The words made him stumble backwards, and he glanced at you, hoping he didn’t disturb whatever you were doing. He had a shot with you? What shot? Marc didn’t mean…

‘ You know exactly what I mean, Steven. Go over and make small talk. The rest will play out as it should. ’

Steven swallowed thickly, finally looking away from the bright fish tank and going over to the kitchen where you had been standing. He leaned on the counter, making an attempt to appear calm even though his heart was absolutely hammering in his chest. If it had been physically possible, he thought his heart might actually leap out of his chest.

‘ Silence is a killer. Just ask her if she had a nice night. ’

Steven was kind of glad he had Marc in his head to offer him some advice, as weird as it seemed. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt of the other being present right now, but it was comforting. He couldn’t imagine how any of his other dates would have gone without Marc telling him what to say at the end of the night.

He looked down at you, offering a nice smile as he asked, “Tonight, uh- was it all right?”

‘ Well, that’s definitely a start. ’

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For you, the walk back to the flat was too silent, the kind of silent that rang in your ears. You kept hoping that Steven would look back over his shoulder and speak, replacing the ringing with his voice, but you were left disappointed. Even though you’d heard his voice all night, which pleased you more than you could explain, you wanted him to keep rambling.

Harrow and the gods, the danger that had become your life in this short amount of time, it’d meant that you hadn’t had many- or any, chances to enjoy life. Agreeing to this date with Steven was a decision you didn’t regret.

You stood behind him as he fumbled for the key to your shared flat. Your eyes fell to his hand, watching the way it trembled slightly and you couldn’t help the small smile that curved onto your face. You made it through a whole date, what was there to be nervous about now?

You’d always been rather confident, even in your dating life, this fact partook in keeping you and Marc’s relationship on its feet for many years. But, tonight, you found yourself feeling similarities to how you felt with Marc; timid. Your own anxieties bubbled up a little inside and you just wanted to pop them, god forbid they got in your way. You thanked him as he let you in first, glad your back was to him or he’d see the grin that spread across your face at the feeling of his closeness. He radiated good energies, warmth, you could’ve been blindfolded and ears plugged and still know he was right there.

Your jacket, too thin to keep you warm despite not making it obvious, was hung on the rack and your feet carried you to the kitchen. At first, you walked to the counter, crossing your arms over it. Your head turned to Steven but dropped a little when he went towards the fish tank instead.

Still, your frown didn’t stick. You liked the attachment he had with the fish and its tank, it was so innocent and sweet.

Innocent and sweet- it was unspoken, but you had moments where you wondered if there was even a hint of something darker within Steven, a desire that he’d been hiding inside of him. A lust, a deeper passion, a tug in a direction that strayed from innocence.

You got off the counter and found yourself standing, rather awkwardly, in the middle of the counter. You were glad that you weren’t left there for too long. When Steven was close again, you let out a small breath that you hadn’t even realised was being held as he made his way towards you.

You looked up at him with big, curious eyes, waiting for words to break your silence. When they did, finally, you gave him a quick giggle and nod of your head.

“Tonight was great, Steven, really,” you started, and as you spoke your eyes trailed down his face. They landed on his lips, taking in the smile he offered you. He still looked nervous, like his mind was running a thousand miles per second.

A mindless moment had you stood in front of him at the counter, head tilted to look at the taller man.

You admired the innocence, the gentleness and kindness of Steven, traits that men failed to possess enough of. He was so unique, and kept you reaching for more.

But as your hand met his arm before you even knew you had moved it, and felt the muscle in your palm, you pressed your fingers into his skin as if you needed to hold on.

“I had a lovely time, thank you.”

Your eyes were flickering, unable to pick one place to focus on, until for a quick second they were back on his lips. But really for just a quick second before they shut, your other hand coming up to his chest for support as you leaned onto your tiptoes. You stopped before your lips met, a split second but enough to let your lips brush together as you felt the heat of his breath hit your mouth. But not another second was wasted before you finally kissed him. Your fingers closed around the fabric of his shirt, using that and his arm to keep you on your feet as you felt your legs turn to jelly.

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Steven kept his eyes on you, not wanting to look away. To him, you are absolutely stunning, and he found it hard to believe you were standing in front of him and he was about to spend the rest of the night with you. It was long overdue.

He closed his eyes and let out a breath upon hearing that you had a good time. He felt his body relax, feeling better about himself knowing that he had done something right. He knew how awkward he was, Marc made sure of that, and those thoughts plagued his mind even while he mindlessly rambled on back at the restaurant.

‘ See, Steven? She had fun, you did good. ’

Marc’s voice was loud inside his head as he looked down at you. Steven didn’t take the praise lightly.

His mind came to a full stop when he felt your hand on his arm, and he sucked in a breath. Your touch sent sparks up his arm that spread through his body, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. He almost didn’t hear the second sentence you said.

Marc was watching from the reflections and it took everything in Steven’s power to not look over at him. He wasn’t used to this, he didn’t know how he should react.

‘ Alright, Steven. Everyone in a mile-long radius can see that she wants you. Go on, kiss her. ’

Steven never thought he’d hear Marc say those words, encouraging him to kiss you. His wife.

‘ Look, I know you’re oblivious to the signs, but I can see them very well. ’

Obviously, right? He’s spent a lot more time with you than Steven has.

‘ Steven, ‘ Marc snapped at him in the mirror. ‘Stop being afraid. Give her what she wants. You. ’

And before Steven could do anything else, your hand had found its way to his chest and your face was close to his. He couldn’t help but hesitate, even as your lips grazed against each other’s.

When Steven hesitated, you couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t want this, your fingers loosening on his shirt. But you didn’t let go. A chance for him to reciprocate the move.

‘ Steven, if you don’t do something about this, I swear I will take control of the body and do it myself. ’

And then Steven felt your fist close around his shirt, then your lips finally against his. God, he’d kissed you before, but this time it was different. It was still as awkward as the first, but it felt just as surreal to him. You had one hand on his arm, pinning it to the counter, so he used his free hand to grab your waist and pull you in impossibly closer. When he did so, your whole body relaxed against him, not having realised how tense it was. Steven could feel the relaxation under his touch.

‘ There you go, buddy. ’

He didn’t know where the move came from, but he was so glad he did it. He could feel your body up against his and his hand flexed on your side as he moved you slowly, so your body was against the counter.

His arm was no longer pinned, but his movements were slow and careful as he brought his second hand to your waist; he didn’t want you to let go of him. Your own hands were now sliding up his shoulder, then his neck, before your fingers nestled in the hair that lay on the nape of his neck. You wanted to tug on the curls, but decided just to play a little with the soft strands.

‘ Take her to the bed. ’

Now, as much as Steven appreciated the advice, he really wanted Marc to shut the fuck up.

But of course he listened. He continued to kiss you for a few more seconds before trying to guide you both back to the bed. He tugged lightly on your waist as he moved backwards, encouraging you to move with him so that the kiss didn’t break. And it was going well until he managed to bump into the stand his fish tank rested on. It caught him off guard and he grunted as your lips fell apart. The breaking of your kiss ripped a whimper from your lips, a sound you had no idea you possessed. But then you smiled, a small chuckle filling the room.

‘ Idiot. ’ He heard Marc laughing.

He fixed himself and looked back down at you, stifling a nervous laugh. “Alright, maybe we can just walk over…’’

Steven glared daggers at the reflection of Marc in the tank once he re-collected himself and you weren’t looking. “That’s enough out of you,” he mouthed harshly towards Marc, not wanting you to know that your husband was practically co-piloting your experience.

He was so quick to guide you to the bed, but he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where he wanted to place himself but he did know that he had to decide very quickly.

And before he knew it, he was sitting on the bed, inviting you to sit on top of him. He had a hand out to you, looking up at you with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. He never thought he’d find himself in this position.

You reached for Steven’s hand, holding onto it as you walked closer to him. His lips were a little red, wet, and god did you wish you could skip the part where you had to walk and just wrap yourself around him. When you did, climbing up onto his lap with a knee resting on each side of him, you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. You had sat in a position that avoided his dick, more so to avoid causing him any discomfort because despite the bravery and change of character from Steven, you didn’t know how far he was wanting you two to go. Though, there was no ignoring the ache that you were feeling between your legs, crying for friction as you had to hold back from rolling your hips into his.

The look in Steven’s eyes as he looked at you made you feel all sorts of good, a warmth filled you up, a feeling you’d not felt in a while. Marc used to make you feel this way, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and you were sure that he could do that all over again but it’d been rough between you two lately. Though, the longer the three of you spent together, the more the trouble faded away and the love tried pushing back up to the surface.

“Steven…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Steven let out a breath as his eyes trailed down your body and back up. His smile never faltered. He was absolutely loving the way you looked right now, the way you looked down at him. He never thought he would get this far, but here he was with you on his lap. At the whisper of his name, he gripped your waist. God, he loved the sound of his name coming from your mouth and he wanted to hear you say it again.

Then your lips were back on his, hands on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as you allowed your tongue to slide along his bottom lip, a move that had your lips trembling. A little breath escaped as your tongue darted against his lip and he parted them, letting you in. Something spurred within him and he kissed back passionately, rougher than he did the first time. You had tried not to break the kiss with a smile when he let you into his mouth, but the smile was gone when he roughened the kiss, taking you by surprise. You let out a small sound of pleasure, getting lost in his mouth, grip on his hair tightening. Then, he pulled your hips up against his, more desperate for the closeness than ever. You had moved your hand to his arm at some point, now feeling the muscles of his arm flex when he moved you.

Despite everything that was sweet and gentle about Steven, his body was strong and you wanted to feel and appreciate every inch of it. You’d seen Marc’s body, of course, but this was Steven- somehow, it felt like a whole different body to explore.

When your hips connected, a small gasp left your mouth, parting lips with him for a moment as your forehead pressed to his. Your eyes remained closed. The gasp alone turned him on even more. Though a little whimper left his mouth when you broke the kiss. Still, he leaned his head into your touch, one hand coming up to get tangled in your hair.

As you started to place light kisses on his face and slowly rolled your hips into his, Steven could feel his desires slowly shifting from those of want to those of need. He could feel the heat between his legs as he made that move, and he was beyond glad that he did. It created that friction that left him wanting more, and it had him gaining a bit more confidence in himself, even though his lack of experience was probably showing.

Steven felt himself grow hard, his cock starting to strain against the fabric that contained it. The feeling of you on him was beginning to drive Steven wild, and even though you’d gotten this far, that Marc flat out told him that you wanted him, he was still rather unsure of the whole thing. But he was willing to experiment and pay attention, just in case you wanted to stop.

He started at the bottom of your shirt, slipping his hands between the material so he could touch your skin. He kept one hand firm on your waist so you wouldn’t fall while his other was snaking up, exploring your back before eventually coming back down.

As he did this, you tilted your head, forgetting his lips for a while to focus on pressing gentle kisses to his jawline, up to the little spot behind his ear. As you did this, you could feel your skin grow goosebumps from where his fingers were touching your bare skin. You tried to lean into the touch but at the same tried to roll your hips into his, slowly but enough to draw a small pleasured sound from your throat. You could feel the length of him growing, could tell how much his body was needing this as well- you were more than willing to give him whatever it was he wanted.

You lifted your mouth to his ear, and again your voice was a whisper.

“I want you, Steven..”

Then you pulled back, looking down to where your hips met before bringing your hands to his chest, lifting your eyes to meet him with a sweet smile.

The whisper sent goosebumps down his spine, causing his stomach to turn with nerves. Hearing you say you want him had him wanting to please you, wanting to make you feel just as good as you made him feel with just these little motions.

“Whatever you want… whatever you don’t… just tell me…” she reassured, all the while her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them. Slow movements, giving Steven time to tell her to stop if he wanted to.

His eyes met yours, his mouth hanging open a bit as he looked up at you, watching and listening intently. The hand that was messing with your hair found its way to your chin. He caressed your skin lightly, pairing it with a response.

“You, I just want you,” he whispered breathily.

He looked down at the spot where your hands were, unbuttoning his shirt. You worked the last button and once it was open, he took his shirt off and tossed it to the side.

A part of him couldn’t help but feel insecure now that one piece of his clothing was gone. Sure, you’d seen his body before- but it was Marc’s, there’s no doubt in his mind that you two have been through this before. But it was him in control of the body now, and he wasn’t used to anyone else seeing it but him.

But you.. Your breath got caught in your throat. Your suspicions were confirmed. It felt like you were seeing his body for the first time. Your gaze trailed along his collarbones, across to his shoulders, flickered to his chest and further down.

He rested one hand on your thigh, squeezing gently while the other went back up to your face, slowly guiding your lips back to his. He missed the intimate contact, he was hoping to regain it.

And he did; he caught you in a kiss again, the hand on your leg slowly trailing up to your waist, landing just under your shirt again. The idea of taking your shirt off struck him, making him excited and nervous at the same time.

He got on with it, lifting the fabric up, pouting when he had to break away from you in order to slip the garment over your head. He tossed it to the side as he’d done with his own, before looking back at you, utterly starstruck.

The sight before him was stunning, gorgeous- he didn’t actually know where to look anymore.

His hands grazed along your stomach as he looked and he realised he was staring. “God- sorry, I’m-” he stared some more as he brought his eyes back up to you. “You’re gorgeous.”

You broke into a smile when he apologised, your smile softening at the compliment, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. However, you couldn’t help the sudden shyness as he stared at you. You weren’t insecure in your skin, you were proud of your body actually, but now you weren’t sure what to do, how to react. What you did know, however, was that you wanted him to lower his hand, touch you all over, run those fingers in the most intimate of places.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay to look, Steven,” you reassured him, eyes meeting his pair again. While his eyes had been looking at you full of adoration, yours were matching his, a sparkle in them as you watched him.

A small giggle left your lips and you shyly dropped your eyes, just for a split moment. “Thank you.”

Then, though hesitantly, you reached behind your back as your teeth sucked in your bottom lip, unclipping your bra. As you pulled the straps down your shoulders, your eyes were flickering over his face, waiting to see if there was any sign of uncertainty or regret. While you hoped he wouldn’t stop this now, you’d respect the decision if he did. As much as you wanted to do it all now, get rid of the clothes and feel every inch of him, you were aware that this was all new to him. You were patient, or trying to be, and he made it rather easy to be- his reactions made it all worth the while.

His eyes shifted from your face to your chest momentarily when you started removing your bra, holding you in place, supporting your back so you wouldn’t fall back.

He sent a silent ‘thank you’ to the gods that you did it yourself, knowing fully well that if he had reached behind you to do so, you’d be left sitting there for five minutes while he fumbled about.

When the second piece of your clothing was gone, his starstruck expression never faltered. “I think you look even more gorgeous now,” he managed. Another tiny ‘thank you’ left your lips at his compliment, enjoying every second his beautiful eyes were glued to you. Your eyes were on his face, taking in every feature up close. It was so odd how when you looked at Steven, you didn’t see Marc, despite them sharing a body- Steven’s features seemed softer. He was just so different overall.

He didn’t know where he wanted to start, where he wanted to touch you first. All he knew was that he wanted you badly, but he also wanted to take his time. He definitely wasn’t about to rush this, not a chance in hell.

Steven leaned up, his lips making contact at the point of where your jaw met your neck. He started by kissing the spot gently, but as he made his way down your collarbone, he nipped lightly at your skin. At first he felt a bit bad for making that decision, but he didn’t hear you protest; he heard quite the opposite, and he kept going, all the way down to your chest.

As his teeth came in contact with the soft flesh of your breast, he kissed the spot as a quick apology, before moving further down. He caught your nipple between his teeth, sucking on the spot lightly before moving to the other and repeating the action. This had one of your hands flying up to his hair, tugging on the curls as a wave of pleasure ran from your head to your toes. For someone who was inexperienced, he was figuring out fast how to use his mouth to make you feel good.

He realised he wasn’t able to keep going down your body because of your current position, so he stopped for a moment. He got a hold of you and moved himself up the bed a bit before making a quick move to flip you over, laying you gently on your back. You let out a sound of surprise at this.

He was over you now, the sight of you under him was just as pleasant as you on top. He used his arms to hold his weight off you, taking in the way you looked before he leaned down and resumed kissing down your body. As he did this, your head was thrown back. One of your hands was on the bed next to you while the other came up to your chest. You massage your breast gently under your palm, trying to keep your breath steady. He stopped when he reached the top of your jeans, finally gazing back up at you through his lashes. There was no doubt that him looking up at you through his lashes was the sexiest thing you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, the sight alone pulling a quiet moan from your throat.

He worked the button with one hand and once he got it he sat up, pulling them off you.

He discarded them, his hands finding themselves on your legs, tracing circles on them for a moment while he looked at you. His mind was still managing to run one hundred thoughts per second, although they focused on you and what he wanted to do to you.

Once you were out of your jeans, you didn’t like the contrast of how naked you were compared to him, so you sat yourself up. You shuffled around to get onto your knees, bringing Steven up with you so you were both kneeling in front of each other.

“Too many clothes…” you said, big eyes looking at him for a moment before they shut, leaning in to break the space between you into a kiss.

Your hands ran down his chest, one stopping at the waistband of his pants while the other kept going lower. You did this slowly, reading his body language to understand if this was okay. Your fingers brushed over the large bulge that had grown in his pants, but just a quick tease, a gentle massage, before both hands were curling into his waistband and dragging his pants down his thighs. You allowed him to kick them away and then your hand was back to where it had been, letting out a moan at the feeling of him in your palm.

“Please, Steven,” you pulled your lips from his but remained close enough that you could feel his lips brush yours as you spoke. “I need you to do something,” your hand moved along his cock as you spoke, slow strokes, the reactions coming from him telling you to keep touching him. “Anything.. I just need you.”

Steven could feel his cock twitch from the pleasure your touch induced. “Oh, god…” he breathed as he reached a hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair as he kissed you once more before pushing you back down on the bed. He leaned over you, hands caressing down your body as he moved back. Those thoughts from earlier came back, the ones of how much he wanted to please you, make you feel as blissful as he did. Your head was so clouded with lust and need that you’d barely registered that he’d pushed you back onto the bed until his hands were roaming over your body.

He moved himself down, grabbing onto your legs and pushing them apart as he positioned himself in between them. You held your legs open for him despite how much you wanted to squeeze them shut for a little bit of friction. He tried to steady his breathing as he looked up at you, kissing along the inside of your leg, slowly moving towards the spot you needed his mouth the most. It was becoming more obvious to him that you needed him, aside from you literally telling him, making the teasing aspect more fun for him. A little ‘please’ stuck itself in your throat, unable to get it out.

You’d grown embarrassingly wet from just the slow kisses and slight touches, your cunt begging to be touched, filled, fucked. Your hand found its way back into his hair, holding onto the curls.

He placed a kiss to the top of your clit, eyes locked on you as he did, watching for your reaction. You knew he could tell how soaked you were just from that little kiss to your clit, but that simple move gave you enough pleasure to wash away the feeling of embarrassment at how turned on you had become.

“Steven..” his name came out a mix of a moan and a sigh, fingers tightening in his hair. You found yourself opening your legs some more, an open invitation for the man to do as he pleased to you.

His lips rested over you, brushing lightly as he looked up at you. A little moan got caught in his throat at your reaction. Seeing you like this was the best thing in the world to him, and it turned him on more. It was taking him a lot of self control to be patient.

He took notice of how you moved, and he hooked one arm under your leg so he was in a better position to hold your waist down. Then he dipped his head, licking a stripe up between your folds. It was hard for you to believe this man was inexperienced- the more confident he became, the more he played and searched for all the right ways to touch you. You were more than willing to let him explore, let him learn.

Your eyes fluttered a little, threatening to shut, but you kept them on Steven, free hand not so free anymore as it went back to his. You took one of his hands and moved it up to your breast, giving it a little squeeze.

“Touch me- need you everywhere, Steven.”

Your voice was so quiet, you sounded so fragile in contrast to when you were fighting alongside Steven and Marc. You were like putty under this man.

His eyes met yours as you spoke again, your voice alone nearly taking him out. His hand flexed on your breast as he replied with, “Just show me where…”

And then he tilted his head back down, kissing the top of your cunt again, easing his way back into the motions. He let out a quiet groan upon tasting you again. The hand on your breast worked a bit, finger moving to grab and twirl at your nipple before making its way back down your body, nails leaving a mark on your skin as they passed.

You had nodded your head at his words, unable to get a sentence out in reply. Each move he made had you trying to raise your hips against his arm in a weak attempt to go after his mouth. You let out a broken whimper.

His hand found its way back down, and he paused, pulling his mouth away from you. His fingers grazed between your folds and he was keen on making eye contact as he slipped them inside. Your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, followed by a gasp when his fingers found their way inside you.

He set a slow pace, working your cunt with his fingers. Your heat around his fingers made him spiral; if it felt so good now, he could only imagine what you’d feel like on his cock. And fuck the waiting was so cruel, but he was determined to please you first.

He bent his head down again, curling his fingers to hit you in the right spot as his tongue got back to work. You arched your back a little off the bed, finally allowing her eyes to shut as he worked you open, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body, chills across your skin. His hand was digging into your pelvic bone in an attempt to keep your hips still. He was afraid that if you moved, he’d lose the sweet spot he’d found inside you and he didn’t want to drag it out any longer.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands. You let go of his hair and both hands gripped tightly onto the bed covers, but you quickly regretted the move and one hand was back in his hair. Your grip was tighter than before, holding on like you’d fall if you didn’t and the other hand went to the arm that held you down. It didn’t feel right unless you were touching the man that was making you feel this good, treating you this well.

“Steven- fuck, you’re doing so good,” you praised him when you were finally able to get words out. Your toes curled into the bed, each hit to the soft spot inside of you making you grow closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. His cock twitched at your praise. He was over the moon, knowing that he was doing good even though he severely lacked experience. The praise made him feel good, and he was desperate to keep it up.

“Faster, please, I won’t break…”

Steven immediately obeyed. His hand picked up his pace, coupled with harder thrusts. He wanted to bring you to the top, wanted to watch as he brought you to your peak. And as soon as he sped up, you were a goner.

His mouth stopped moving, but his lips still brushed against you as he tilted his head up to watch. Fuck, you were an addiction to him, the sounds coming from you only fuelling it further and he couldn’t get enough. Despite missing his mouth the second that it stopped, you were too drunk on the orgasm that was growing closer and closer to protest. When you were able to force your eyes open to look down at him, a moan escaped your lips at the sight of his eyes looking up at you with a contradictory mix of adoration and lust. His emotions pooled in his eyes and you would happily drown yourself in them again and again.

Your cries of pleasure rang out as you hit your climax, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he rode you through it, his grip on your waist loosening so you could move. When the high hit you, it hit you hard, you could feel every bit of it like a wave running from your head to your toes, a string of moans filling the air around you. A collection of curse words and Steven’s name were thrown into the mix. Your thighs shook uncontrollably like they’d gained a mind of their own and you were so glad that he thought to let go so you could move freely.

Steven eased his fingers out of you, giving you a moment to recover, earning a sound of disapproval from your gaping mouth. Only his fingers had been in you and already you felt so empty with them gone- you almost feared the aftermath of getting fucked by him. He sat back on his knees, looking down at you in adoration while he rubbed your legs softly. He would never get over how amazing you looked right now, or how good he felt while pleasing you. He thought about his next move, going over it in his mind a couple times.

Then once the moment passed and he felt like you were ready, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down towards him, one arm hooking back under your leg and pushing it towards your body. He looked over at you a bit, using his other hand to line the head of his cock with your entrance.

You had no time to speak, but you didn’t mind because your mind was running so fast yet you hadn’t a clue what to say. So, you were glad when you pulled you down, though it had taken you by surprise. How could you still be surprised after what he’d just done to your body?

When Steven leaned over you, you brought a hand up, cupping the back of his neck in your palm and bringing his head down so your lips brushed together. You could taste yourself on his mouth and the lewdness of it all almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. But Steven let out a small whimper when your lips only brushed his instead of connecting them.

“I’m all yours, Steven,” you said, but your voice broke, the moans bordering on screams having weakened your throat. Your other hand was now on the back of his head and you used that to bring him the rest of the way down to seal your lips into a kiss. It was nothing short of passion, need, your mouth moving desperately against his. However, you found it hard to keep your lips moving as his cock began to push through your walls.

The head of his cock had been pressing against your entrance and he couldn’t wait any longer. He started slow as he slid into you and you were so wet that fuck there wasn’t any resistance.

The way he stretched your cunt had you breaking the kiss to throw your head back onto the bed, his name rolling off your tongue like it was the only word you knew in the English language. Steven was groaning, your heat wrapped around him sending him into a haze.

The stretch caused a hint of pain to your body, his girth almost enough to rip you into two, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that had your toes curling into the bed. Your fingers dug into the back of his neck harder the further he slid into you.

Steven’s hand grazed along your torso, coming up to your chest. He massaged your breast as he bottomed out, head falling to the space between your neck and shoulder. His head was spinning from the pleasure that he’s waited so long for.

The wait was worth every second.

Feather-light kisses were placed on your neck as he slowly pulled back out of you, only to rut into you harder the second time, not giving you the chance to get used to him. The kisses to your skin were so gentle and you leaned into them, but the air was suddenly knocked out of you when he pushed right back in without mercy. You let out a gasp, back creating a curve as it lifted off the bed. Your eyes shut tightly. Your body hadn’t felt a pleasure so intense in a while and it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop. You would happily take whatever he gave you.

“Ah, fuck-” he whispered against the shell of your ear, the pleasure he gained from that being overwhelming. Every little sound from Steven, every whimper, moan, groan, they made you feel like you were floating on a cloud.

His head lifted and the hand on your breast moved to cup your chin, tilting your head back down, making you look at him. His thumb trailed across your bottom lip, eyes studying your face. He saw nothing but pleasure on it, this alone earning a smile from him. He set a steady pace, thrusts on the rougher side the longer they progressed. You were almost positive that the Steven you knew was tucked away into a corner. There was a confidence in him that you didn’t recognise, but at the same time there was a feeling, one you couldn’t explain, that this was in fact still Steven. Your eyes locked with his, despite how much they wanted to shut, your mouth opened as a string of moans ripped from your throat.

He dipped his head down, capturing you in another kiss, groaning against your lips as he did so. Then in a second he broke the kiss, hips stuttering as he sat up on his knees. You whined at how fast he pulled your lips apart from his, but then he swapped positions and you were blown away- you had no idea that he could look any hotter until that second; sweaty hair, a dark look in his eyes… on his knees, for you.

He ran one hand through his sweat-slicked curls, moving them out of his face before using both to grab onto your hips. He looked down at you with nothing but lust and need as he moved you in time with his thrusts, finding a new angle to hit that soft spot inside of you again. He wanted to watch you unravel around him for a second time, evident by the way he fucked into you at a rough pace.

You were sure everyone in this building, and the next, maybe even the next, could hear the sounds you were both creating, matching each other in a beautiful song. Your hands were gripping his shoulders, one staying put while the other occasionally ran up and down his arm, nails scratching at the skin hard enough to create a mark and leave a trail of blood behind. You were loving every second of this, every second of Steven’s cock exploring your cunt like this. He had cast his head back, revelling in the feeling of your nails dragging along his skin, the sparks of pain through his body quickly transforming into those of pleasure.

“Oh, god- fuck,” his voice was barely audible as he fell back over you, his hand leaving your hip so he could catch himself. He let out a sigh, hovering over you, eyes exploring your body while he continued his assault on your cunt. He would never get over the sight of you like this; a complete mess underneath him, crying out his name as he fucks you.

Your hand continued down his arm until it reached his arm, moving it from your hip to place it between you both. Your eyes were pleading, desperate, missing the feeling of his soft fingers toying with your clit.

“I’m so close-” a moan cut you off, but you managed to keep spitting your words out. “So close, Steven, please..”

He listened to you, even though his mind was cloudy from how good you were making him feel. He let your hand guide his hand between you and immediately did what he was asked. His fingers grazed over your clit teasingly at first, but he could feel his own orgasm rising and he wasn’t about to release before you could.

So he worked your clit with his fingers, giving you the extra push you needed in order to reach the edge. It didn’t take much longer for you to reach your second climax. Steven could feel it, your cunt clamping around his cock as you released, causing his hips to stutter once more. His hand left your clit, trailing up your body in a comforting motion as he rode you through your orgasm.

Your thighs were uncontrollable as he rode you through this, and as sensitive as you felt, you were loving the way he began to come undone on top of you. Your body convulsed for a moment before you came to a stop, though your chest was rising and falling heavily.

Then his hand fell next to your head, bracing himself as he reached his own peak, not wanting to fall on top of you. His hips quit moving as he came, a filthy groan escaping his throat, eyes shutting for a split second. You moaned with him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you felt him filling you up. You took it all in, not a hint of disapproval as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. There was no greater moment than that of him pushing inside of you one last time, as deep as he possibly could, filling you up more than you thought was possible.

His body was spent and overwhelmed with ecstasy, evident by his slightly shaky arms as he held himself up. He looked down where your hips met, slowly pulling himself out of you. He missed the feeling of being inside you the second he did so; it felt like a part of him was missing now. His eyes ran back up along your body, his own moving in time with his heavy breathing. He cracked a smile, using one hand to move the hair out of your face. He pushed it behind your ear and leaned down to place a much needed gentle kiss to your lips.

Your arms around his neck pulled him in as you shared a kiss so gentle that it seemed unreal that he had just fucked you with a roughness you didn’t know he possessed. But you relaxed into the kiss, only now realising how tense your body was from the two orgasms.

Your breathing mixed with his for a moment before he finally found the will to get off you, moving to lay by your side.

He fumbled for the light covers, but once he found them he pulled them up over your bodies. You turned your body to face him, eyes running over his face, just admitting his beauty for a moment. Then, your hand came up to his face, cupping his cheek softly as your thumb slowly stroked his cheek. His arm fell into place over your waist while he rested his head on his other hand. He was still smiling at you, having no reason to let it falter. He leaned his head into yours a bit before turning his face to kiss your palm lightly. What you two just did had him feeling amazing and judging by your reaction, he knew you felt the same. He took a bit of pride in that- he loved that he was able to make you feel as he did.

“That was… You are incredible.” There was a small giggle to your voice but it didn’t outweigh the honesty and love that was in your tone.

His hand on your waist moved and started trailing slowly up and down your body. “God, no- no, you are incredible,” he repeated, more emphasis on the word ‘you’. He leaned down towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. You leaned your head into the kiss, sighing softly at the touch. Your eyes ran along his face, manoeuvring over his eyes, the curve of his nose, the redness of his lips. There was no place you’d rather be at the moment than with him.

“You should rest,” he whispered as he leaned back.

You nodded your head a little at his words, scooting closer to him and closing your eyes. He radiated warmth and comfort, more so once he wrapped his arm around you. He shifted around until you were both in a comfortable position; his arm under your neck allowing you to be closer while the other draped lazily across your torso again.

Both of your breathing had relaxed remarkably. You placed your hand on his chest, smiling even though he probably couldn’t see it, before deciding to replace your hand with your head. Your smile only widened now that you could hear the soft beating of his heart as opposed to just feeling it.

You both ended up drifting into a comfortable sleep like that; completely wrapped up in each other, not a single negative thought or energy from either of you, just the synchronisation of the gentle rise and fall of your chests.

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