Breathing in unison
By TheLastPoet (AO3)
Pairing: Sub!Steven grant x f!reader
Rating: explicit! 18+
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: Smut, Handjob, Sub Steven Grant, "Good boy" and "Pretty boy" used often.
Summary: Steven is tired, this is nothing new. He wants you to touch him, and that’s nothing new either.
NOTE: THIS FIC IS NOT MINE I'M NOT CLAIMING IT'S MINE, I FOUND IT ON AO3 AND I GAVE THE AUTHOR CREDITS IN THE BEGINNING!
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“Do you mind?” Steven asked, sifting through some VHS tapes he had in a box by the TV. You shook your head.
“As long as I get to hold you in my arms, I don’t care what some old British narrator is going to be rambling about in a nature doc.” You teased, watching him select a tape and kneel over to put it into the TV. It slid in with a click, and with a series of groans and whirs from the TV the title screen appeared. Steven returned to your side on the couch while you clicked Play on the remote.
Tonight was going to be a slow evening. It was just what Steven needed, and just what you wanted.
Somewhere in the introduction to the documentary-something about livestock in Ancient Egypt-Steven slumped over onto your shoulder. Somewhere in the middle of the documentary-something about, well, you didn’t care at this point-You laid down on the couch. And eventually, at the end of the documentary, Steven was laying atop you on the couch. You held him there securely with your arms wrapped around him, kissing the top of his head every now and again.
As your interest waned so did the documentary, finishing with some rolling credits and the production names, leading to the black screen. You could see your reflection in it, of Steven’s back against your chest as you played with his hair, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
“Wow, that was fascinating,” Steven remarked. You hummed in agreement.
“Yeah, I liked the part when your head hit my shoulder.”
“I meant the movie.”
“I know, Steven.”
He smiled as you two laid there, enjoying the rising and falling of your chest in unison with his. His head tilted to wherever your hand was as you played with his hair, and everything felt right.
“Rough day, huh?” You asked rhetorically, but he nodded nonetheless.
“The voice has only been getting louder,” Steven admitted.
“Well then tell the voice I’ll kick his ass.” You teased, one of your hands tracing along his arm. You both knew it didn’t work like that, but Steven smiled at your kind words either way.
The hand on his arm relocated itself onto his abdomen, tracing along the hem of his shirt. Steven shifted, your hand moving along with him and briefly grazing below his stomach. He drew in a sharp breath and settled his movements. You returned your hand to where it was when he reacted so beautifully, and he stifled a whimper in his throat, progressively getting drier as your hand reached lower.
“How about I get rid of some of your tension from today? Would you like that, pretty boy?” You whispered against his ear. He shivered and nodded.
“Yeah, I’d like that, please,”
You bit your lip when he said that. “Say that again.” You commanded.
“Please.”
“Yeah, just like that.” You sighed as you undid his belt, your hands progressively getting shakier in anticipation. You steeled yourself to calm down.
“Please, please touch me.”
“I’m getting to that, pretty boy, I’m getting to that. Be a good boy and be patient.” You muttered lowly as you slid his belt off, letting it hit the floor as you unzipped his pants and pulled them down just enough to show his briefs. He was hard already, making your job all the easier.
“There we go, that’s it.” You praised as he whined, pulling the elastic of his underwear down above his knees, as far as you could reach with him on top of you. He was getting hard just by your low, sensual rambles already, and you reveled in the idea you could do this to him so easily.
“Oh, perfect. Such a good boy. Such a good boy…do you still want me to touch you? Hm?”
“Yes, yes please.”
“Say it again. Say it with meaning.”
“Please, please get me off with your hands. I wanna cum in your pretty hands.” He begged, shivering above you.
“Thinking about cumming already? Wow, you’re quite desperate for me. That’s so cute, Steven.” You said with a smile fondly. You placed your nondominant hand on his throat and the other traced along his erection. He moaned at the contact. He bucked his hips upwards into your feather light fingers.
“Hey, hey, Steven,” you scolded, pressing your free hand against his chest to keep him down, “I've got you, okay? No need for that. Take what I give you.”
“Okay, okay.” He obliged.
You let your fingers open and contract along the circumference of his dick, now holding it securely. His noises were small and jumbled amongst hyper breaths.
“Are you gonna stay still for me?” You asked.
“Yes, I’ll be still. Oh, please…please…I’ll be still…”
“That’s a good boy. Very obedient for me, wouldn’t you say? Do you think I should jack you off? As a reward?”
“Yes, yes! Please-“
You kissed his forehead and moved your hand slowly, up and down in languid, almost sleepy movements. You let your index finger graze along his slit with each rise of your hand, just enough to make him gasp every time, silently begging.
With a sudden decision your hand got quicker, and he cried out your name amongst a loud gasp of surprise.
“Yeah, yeah. Take it, I know you can.” You motivated him, “There we go, that’s it.” Your hand once on his throat slid back up, tightening enough to feel his breathing pattern on the inside of your hand.
“Oh my-fuck-mgh, yes! Yes, oh fuck yes…” Steven whimpered, trying hard to keep his hips from lurching closer to your hand, blurred by the speed of your actions. He felt as if he couldn’t control his own voice anymore, a product of your doing.
“That’s my good boy. That’s my good boy right there. God, you make me so proud. Taking it all in so well,” you moaned, admittedly turned on yourself by watching him. “Who do you belong to, Steven?”
“You, I belong to-oh, I’m gonna cum-“
“That’s not what I was asking,” you reprimanded, ceasing your hand altogether. He cried out at the lack of you. “I asked, who do you belong to?”
“You, I belong to you. Please, please, I gotta cum. I need to-!” Steven exclaimed, and you chuckled.
“Alright, alright. That’s good enough for me.” You accepted, moving your hand roughly again, the index finger that grazed along his slit each time collecting precum to aid in the ease of moving. His entire body was focused on getting him closer, his fists clutching the hand you had around his throat, progressively getting tighter as he held on. His eyes got higher and higher he built up and up by your hand, and as he came with a cry that pierced the night, his eyes rolled back completely.
“Cum in my hand. Cum in my hand, pretty boy. Yeah, don’t stop.” You commanded through grit teeth. You hand-fucked him throughout his all-encompassing orgasm, right until he whined with overstimulation. You slowed your pace and dragged your fingers off him slowly.
“You did a good job,” you praised softly. He sighed and turned onto his side, his head pressed against your chest and arms latched onto you. You reached over and pulled his briefs and pants back up, kissing his forehead on your way back up.
“You made me proud, Steven.” You said, massaging his back. “You can sleep now. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
That’s just what he wanted to hear as he closed his eyes in an exhaustion that was beyond comfort, especially in your arms.
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