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unlikelynutperson · 1 year

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|| there is a distinct lack of Steve fanfiction and I need to change that || this was way longer than I ever anticipated

if there's a spelling/grammar mistake, no there isn't - ignore it.

Stress Toy

Sub!Steve (The Owl House) x Dom!GN!Reader || smut, non-specific hole penetration, gentle and a little bit sleepy, Dom!Reader, Sub!Steve, pet names, thigh humping(?), established relationship, reader can be witch or human, a sprinkling of my Steve hcs, grinding, hj, fingering, praise, hair pulling, Gus x Mattholomule (MENTIONED), begging, does this count as cuddle fucking?, slight breeding kink (Steve), cockwarming(?)

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It had been a long day...

A VERY long day.

Steve's muscles ached and his head pounded and he was almost certain he could feel his bones. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to but it hurt none-the-less!

It must have been the early hours of the morning when he finally got home but all he cared about was stripping out of his uniform and crawling into bed for a few hours of sleep, at least.

The moment he opened the front door of the small house, Steve autopiloted to his bedroom. Stripping down to his briefs, the coven scout flopped into his bed and--

"Ow."

Huh?

Steve peeked his eyes open to look at where the noise came from: beside him.

Did he accidentally go to Matt's room? No, Steve could traverse the house in his sleep (and he had!). Was he hearing things? Likely, but the voice was too clear and sounded an awful lot like--

"Welcome home, Stevie," a figure sits up and just before he can panic-cast a spell, a warm hand touches his bare back.

Steve hisses a little as a small ball of light shines in his tired eyes. Adjusting to the light, he can see who cast it (and who's lying in his bed with him).

"(Y/N)?"

"Morning, baby."

"Hhnnggg," Steve snuggles his face into his lover's lap, arms wrapping around their waist, "turn the light off pleeeeaaaase"

Steve's head jostled with the movement of (Y/N)'s light chuckles.

"Don't worry, Stevie, I got you," the room goes dark once more and the tired witch digs his head further into the warm lap beneath him. "Ah- mmff-- Stevie, baby- Horn."

"Huh?" Steve lifts his head from where it was lying, very comfortably might he add. "Oh. Right. 'M sorry, baby." Steve mumbles before adjusting himself so his face presses into the side of (Y/N)'s stomach.

(Y/N) lies back down and adjusts themselves to drape their arms over his shoulders, rubbing meaningless patterns into his sore back muscles, smoothing over the scar-covered skin (from both battle and acne).

In the process of moving themselves, (Y/N) ""accidentally"" brushed their knee over Steve's crotch. With his sensitive everywhere and little more than the thin fabric of his boxer briefs separating them from skin on skin contact, the scout found his hips seeking slow and gentle stimulation against his lover's thigh.

"Steve, sweetie, you need to sleep while you can" (Y/N) giggles lightly at their boyfriend's desperation.

"I know but you're so warm and soft and I haven't seen you in ages," Steve slowly lifts his head to look (Y/N) in the eyes, choosing to ignore the fact his are half-lidded and feel heavy. "Who even let you in the house? It wasn't Mattie, was it? He'll give me shit about that later."

"Hehehe, no, baby. Your mom let me in. Matt's gone to a friend's place. Gus, I think?"

"Ah, his boyfriend. Good. Means more time with you." Steve starts to grind his hips harder into the thigh between his legs.

Lifting a hand to stroke the back of Steve's neck, right on his nape where short hairs blend out to skin, (Y/N) giggles.

"Stevie--"

"Mmm~"

"Steve-"

"Ah-- Oh... fffu~~ ck."

"Babe--"

"Fuck! please--"

A hand firmly grasps at the longer strands of Steve's hair and pulls, forcing his face upwards.

"Mmmmmh~ please. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease," Steve's hips grind faster as his pleas get more desperate, "please. I'll be good, I swear. I-"

"I know you'll be good for me, baby, but you're tired. You have scout duties later today, you need the sleep."

Stroking his hair, (Y/N) coaxes Steve to lay his head back down atop of them. A large, rough hand comes to grip (Y/N)'s hip as the scout switches up the position - bringing (Y/N)'s legs over his thighs so he can grind on them properly.

"Steve, baby." And the scout just knows he's about to be scolded and so just lets as many believable half-truths out as he can manage with his overtired, overworked and lust addled brain.

"Please! Ah-- I've got the- hnng~ I've got late patrol. My-- My shift won't start till 12.30. Please, baby. I need you--"

"You promise you'll sleep afterwards?"

"Yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Any-- oh~ anything. Anything for you~~"

"Do you think you can hold on while I prep us, baby?"

"Mmhmm~~~" Steve nods his head into (Y/N)'s stomach.

"Can you use your words, Stevie?"

The scout lifts his head to look his lover in the eyes as he nods enthusiastically, hands gripping at (Y/N)'s hips tighter.

"Yes. I can wait. Just please--"

"Take your briefs off for me, baby. Can you do that?"

Steve sits up on to his knees as quickly as his sore back muscles allow, reaching for the elastic hem of his boxer briefs and pulling them down as far as he could get them.

Cock flopping upwards, smearing precum just below his bellybutton - Steve's hands flex as he resists the urge to start stroking it and looks back up at (Y/N).

The view he's met with makes all previous attempts to not touch his dick completely invalid. On their knees reaching over the edge of the single bed, ass framed in cute little shorts that hug the skin as they bend at the waist, thighs on full display.

...Steve is but a man...

Grabbing the head of his cock, Steve uses the precum he's leaked (and is still leaking) to lube himself while staring at (Y/N)'s gorgeous frame.

Tossing his head back, the witch closes his eyes, imagining what he'd do to his lover. If only he weren't so tired! Or sore! He could just reach over, finger them open and listen to their heavenly moans before he replaces his fingers with---

"Ah ah ah, Stevie. Hand. Off your dick. Now."

A frustrated groan escapes the back of his throat as he complies.

A hand touches the side of his face, running their fingers along the bumpy, acne-scarred surface and Steve leans into the touch. Slowly opening his eyes, the scout is met with (Y/N) staring lovingly at him.

They run their fingers up to his horn, rubbing the base of it. Steve's hips buck forward as his eyes close in pleasure. It's not like his horn is an erogenous zone - it's just pleasant.

Steve hums in the back of his throat as (Y/N)'s other hand runs through his hair gently.

"Ah~♡!" The hand in his hair is suddenly not gentle and instead grabs the brown locks, pulling his head back.

"You told me you could wait." (Y/N) is scolding him.

"I- Hnnnnnn~ I'm- I'm- I'm so-- Oh~♡! I'm sorry!"

"Ssshhh, shshshshsh. Quiet, baby," Their lips come to his neck, kissing up and down the length, teasing the spot just below his ear where he likes it most, "I'll give you what you want but I'm gonna punish you a little bit, is that okay?"

Steve nods as best he can with the hand still in his hair. (Y/N) pulls away from his neck, moving their hand back to resting on his jaw, fingers pressing on the bruise just below his ear.

"Words, sweetie. You gotta tell me what you want with your words."

"I- I can take it. You can punish me. Just- Touch-- Touch me. Please."

"I'm already touching you. Where do you want me to touch?"

Oh fuck. This was so embarrassing. Steve whined, facing his head down so he wouldn't have to look his lover in the face asked for this.

"Come on, Stevie~ I'm not gonna know what you want if you don't tell me."

Was this his punishment for being impatient? It felt like it was.

"My--- Can you please touch my-- Nnnnnngggh~ Do I have to say it? You already know what I want!" Looking back up at (Y/N), he could see now that they wore a smug little smile on their face.

"I can only guess what you want, baby. You have to tell me so I know I'm right. So, yes. You do have to tell me."

Steve flops his head onto their shoulder with a groan.

Maybe if I can't see them it'll be easier

"My... My cock. Want you to touch my cock. Please."

(Y/N)'s hand leaves where it's teasing his jaw and wraps it around the base of Steve's dick. The pleasant feel of a hand rubbing the sensitive skin at the base of his horn and dick has the scout reaching for (Y/N)'s waist, squeezing them.

When Steve goes to thrust into the warm tight feel around his penis, it leaves.

"Huh? Wh--Why? I told you what I wanted. I was good-"

"Yes, such a good boy for me," a kiss is placed to his temple, "but I don't want you doing any of the work. You're tired and your muscles are so tense, surely it hurts. You just tell me want and I'll give it to you."

"Mmmnnn~~~♡"

"How do you want me to touch your cock, Stevie?"

"Rub it. Please~♡"

"Do want my hand or my mouth to rub it?"

"Fuuuuuuuck. Don't give me options!"

"Okaaaaay~~ Do you want me to talk to you while I touch you?"

A beat passes. If (Y/N) gave him a hand job, they could call him a good boy again. But if they use their mouth, they could touch him more. Of course, the ideal solution to this problem would be to actually fuck them and then he could hear them moa---

"You'll get to fuck me, don't worry. I just wanna know if i should use lube on you or not."

...

"If- If you," Steve lifts his head from where he was hiding in (Y/N)'s shoulder, "If you give me a handjob... Can- Can I-- finger you? Please?"

The blue of Steve's eyes seems to glow in the darkness as he asks... It could also be how immensely horny he is but that's beside the point.

(Y/N) gets a smug look back on their face after getting over the surprise how bold their boyfriend just was. Leaning in to whisper in his ear, they pop they cap open on the lube they had pulled out of the bedside drawer.

"You wanna finger me open while I play with your cock, baby? Want me to moan in your ear how good you make me feel?"

"Ooooooh fffuuuuuuck~~~~♡!" A cool, lubed hand wraps around the tip of Steve's dick as he melts into a pleasure puddle underneath his partner.

A few strokes up and down his penis and Steve is gone, completely forgetting that he had asked (Y/N) if he could touch them.

"Baby," the strokes slow to a near stop, "thought you were gonna get me ready for you? I already lubed your hand for you. Does it feel that good?"

"Huh?" Looking at his hand, it is, in fact, wet with lube.

When did they do that?

"'M sorry. Feels so good~~ Aah~♡," Steve slides a wet finger into (Y/N), "Nngh~ Can't wait to be inside you~♡"

"Patience, baby. Gotta get more than one finger in me first."

Steve opens his eyes (when did they close?) and lifts his head to look at (Y/N), leaning in just enough that his lips brush theirs, silently asking permission.

(Y/N) leans the rest of the way in, licking at Steve's bottom lip. Steve let's his tongue meet his lover's and in a short moment, (Y/N) has him pinned to the matress - their tongues dancing in each other's mouths.

A second finger slides into (Y/N) and they speed up the strokes on his cock as Steve starts to pump his fingers.

"Ah--Aaaah~~♡! (Y--Y/N)! Please!"

(Y/N) moves to kiss Steve's neck again, their fingers rubbing harder at his horn as they play with his cock.

"Mmmmmh~♡ Good boy. So--So good for me~~"

With a final kiss to the scout's lips, (Y/N) pulls back to sit up, straddling Steve's thighs.

"You think I'm ready for you, Stevie?"

"Titan, I hope so~~~ Need you~"

(Y/N) gently guides Steve's fingers out of themselves and holds his hand, intertwining their fingers with their boyfriend's wet ones.

They back off slowly, coaxing Steve to sit up, before laying down against the nest of pillows, draping their legs over Steve's thighs. The coven scout follows and connects his lips with (Y/N)'s.

"Go on, Stevie. You've waited so long. You deserve it."

The coven scout presses kisses along (Y/N)'s neck as he guides his cock to their entrance.

"Thank you~ Thank you, baby. So wonderful. So gorgeous. Thank you~"

Steve mumbles sweet words and praises into their shoulder, lightly nibbling at the skin as the head of his dick slides in their hole.

Taking a moment to regain his composure so he doesn't immediately bust a nut, Steve slowly pushes himself into (Y/N), tiny moans and whimpers shared between them, hands holding each other tightly as they lay against the pillows.

The lovers lay there for a minute or two once Steve bottoms out, simply taking in the feel of the other's body against their own.

"You okay, Stevie?"

"Mmhm~ Trying to not bust my load immediately."

"Ah. I had to make you didn't fall asleep on me."

"How could I ever fall asleep with you constantly squeezing my cock." For emphasis, Steve gives a little thrust.

"Aaah~ Hehehe~~♡ You like how I make your dick feel that much?"

"Mhm~~~~♡ Fuck, baby♡!" Another little thrust.

And another.

And at this point, Steve is just desperately rutting into (Y/N). He doesn't dare pull out too far, not wanting to leave the warm, wet hole he's fucking into.

Both lovers lie in an entanglement of limbs, humping and moaning against each other. Steve let's go of (Y/N)'s hands in favour of grabbing their waist to pull them back down onto his dick.

(Y/N) hands grab at Steve's head, pulling his face into their chest - one hand grabbing his horn, the other running through his hair and gripping at the tousled locks when Steve hits a particular spot within them.

"Oooh~~♡! Fuck, baby! Touch me. Touch me, Stevie. Please~♡!"

Steve reaches down and follows through with his lover's demands.

"AaahAahAh~~~♡! Please! Oh fuck~♡ Feel so good~~~ 'm gonna cum. (Y/N). Please ♡! Needa cummmmm~"

"Sa-AaahAh~~♡ Same, baby! Come here. Cum with with me, okay ♡?"

The hand caressing his horn moves to his jaw, pulling his head up and into a kiss.

"Mph! Mm~~Mmh♡ Mmmmm~~~♡!"

It only takes one, two, three more well placed thrusts in (Y/N)'s hole to have Steve cumming, hips rutting as his seed fills his lover.

But he keeps moving his hand and even continues his thrusts after he's cum, pushing himself into overstimulation, just to have (Y/N) cum while his cock is inside so he can feel every throb of raw pleasure that pulsates through their body.

"Mmmmm~~~~♡"

The two part lips, a string of thick saliva still connecting their tongues.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I needed that. I love you so so much." The scout kisses along (Y/N)'s jawline and down their neck.

"I love you too, Stevie. Wanna go get cleaned up?"

Steve pushes his dick seemingly deeper in retaliation to thought of having to leave the comfortable warmth of his partner.

"Nngh~~ Steve, we're gonna be all sticky and gross when wake up."

A sleepy mumble passes the scout's lips as he let's tiredness weigh down his eyelids.

"Don' care. Wanna stay... inside you. Keep you full."

(Y/N) feels their entire body warm in a flush of embarrassment and pure love for the dumb himbo that is their boyfriend.

Closing their eyes, (Y/N) wraps their arms over Steve's shoulders, patting his hair as they both fall into a deep sleep.

A gentle snoring fills the room.

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