#moon knight request
a/n: hello! sorry to have been gone so long. i have so much to do, so little time to sit down for writing. and i think i have writer’s block… but i was battling it tonight!!! and i like to think i won :D but ofc, that’s for you to decide. happy reading!
word count:2-3k??? idrk
warnings:smut, fingering, pinv, unprotected sex (don’t try it at home), fluffy
my darling boy…. gif credit goes to owner / maker!
both your feet and knees nearly touching and criss-crossing on the floor, the growing intimacy between you two suddenly settles onto the silence you share. you become aware of it, too, and any restraint that kept you from reaching your hand out to steven’s face and tracing it drops. you don’t know if it’s your genuine yearning to do that, or your genuine yearning amplified by your still slightly-(or very much)drunken state. but you’re not sure you care, either.
you shuffle your butt further, closer to steven, over his wooden floor, and now your feet are directly laying by his thighs, close as ever. you look into his eyes, but you don’t fully acknowledge the anxious look in them. you look past that, and you see the desire, see the lust, the yearning, too. and so you know that your hand threading across his clothes or skin won’t be anything scary or intruding to him. he clearly wants this as much as you do.
as you move your hand gently down his clothed thigh, feeling already steven’s reaction to that—not having to see it to know it—, you tilt your head and rest it on your knees. your eyes, wide and wondering, gently look up into steven’s, low-lidded for once but on edge, yet still loving, and you give him a gentle smile of your lips. your hand traces higher, up steven’s arm on which goosebumps have no doubt broken out on. you don’t see it, because he’s wearing a jacket and one of his lovely sweaters underneath that. “you know what else i’ve wanted for a long time?” you ask in a soft whisper, your hand now at the cusp of steven’s neck.
you can feel him gulp, and you ponder if that’s out of fear. but you doubt it. he’s just nervous, stressed about what’s to come, as he almost usually is, and no doubt nervous about being turned on, too. perhaps he thinks he shouldn’t be. “love,” steven starts to say in a cautious, quiet voice, “before you finish that sentence, you need to be really sure.” so he knows what’s on your mind, and what your fingers are yearning to say for you, what they’re yearning to do. “you’re drunk, my darling, and i don’t wanna…”
you raise your head before he can say another word and lean even closer to him, nearly nose-to-nose with him now. your eyes search his, your hand cording through his hair at the back of his head. those beautiful silk curls. “i’m not black-out drunk, steven,” you assure him, “i’m… filtering things.” you say with a nod and an awkward smile. an exact replica grows on steven’s lips, his cheeks heating up with a rose blush. your legs rest on the floor sideways as you lean more forwardly towards steven, nearly on your hands and knees before him. your other hand rests on his chest, soothing very slowly and cautiously up and down. “god, i want you so much, steven. and i know you want me, too.” you state, and at that steven’s eyes nearly explode out of their sockets. you smile at them widening, and at his blush intensifying. you lean your forehead against his, your back arching and hips coming off the floor now with that motion, and you close your eyes halfway as you get close to him. “say it. please,” you urge him as you hear a deep huff leave his lips.
it takes him a few moments, but he does break. who is he to deny you? you clearly are filtering things, you’re conscious of your choices. only difference in your behaviour now from your usual sober one is that you’re talking a little more. just a little. and you’ve got that wide smile on your face, and the drunk look in your eyes. plus, you wouldn’t be the one taking the lead in this situation if you didn’t want any of this. so he’s convinced you want him like he wants you. “i want you, my love,” he finally says, voicing what you were already sure of, and leans his head back. just to see you, look at the beauty and miracle of you. the unbelievable you. a smile stretches his lips again as his fall half-lidded, those captivating chocolate eyes, and his curls press around his face more as the back of his hair flattens against the kitchen table leg.
you can’t help but make a smile at that awaited confession, your heart fluttering in your chest. your drunk smile is what makes steven chuckle, because oh, if it doesn’t make you more endearing to him… his hands slowly come up to your waist, holding onto its covered form on both sides, making your breaths turn heavy. you’re at his mercy immediately, your hazy eyes half-lidded from lust and the over-all enticing feeling of his touch. you’ve missed it so much, and you’re dying to tell him that.
your back arches when steven’s hands go lower, caressing over the skin of your thighs with out-splayed fingers, palm flat but rounding all your plump edges. you’re practically riding him already with how your hips are moving downwards and chest is arching towards his. “oh, my days, love,” steven muses, not knowing he’d have or generally has this immediate of an effect on you. he tightens his hands on your thighs just to test out the waters, and your reaction makes his eyebrows raise, and his eyelids flutter. he was sure you were an angel the first time he met you, but now this is just absolute proof that one cannot object.
how your head tilts slightly back, your chin up in the air, lips parted because soft sighs—and a whimper—are leaving them, your eyes nearly nearly closing. the muscles he sees in your neck are moving, the ones around your collarbone and the roots of your shoulders are mesmerising to watch as well. and the curves and forms of yours he feels underneath his hands… gods, you’re beautiful. he’s sure you’re the pure form of hathor’s rebirth. you cannot be a regular woman, or then he thinks—that’s where the beauty of it is, that you’re just as earthly as anyone else, yet you’re… heavenly. “steven… i missed you so much,” you whine as you try to grind more into his touches.
steven thinks that’s a very meaningful sensual confession to make. certainly one that means a lot to him—he thought you’d wanted nothing to do with him for the rest of your life. but here you are, telling him that you missed him while you two were apart. “i—i missed you, too, my darling,” he admits, though the words might sound forced and unsure, but they’re sure as all hell. steven’s just flustered, “you’ve no idea.”
you make a smile at that add-on, and even a chuckle. then you take steven’s hand in yours and lead it slowly up the side of your body. you make sure he watches as you do, and he does. with hungry eyes. with loving eyes. with everything that you love him for in those beautiful chocolate eyes. “i missed you everywhere,” you say in a hushed voice as you guide his hand now across the bare top of your chest, across your collarbones and onto your neck. without having to ask you or have you guide him, steven runs that hand to the back of your head, where he cradles your skull in the roots of your hair as the both of your eyes connect, “every day,” you whisper to him, now feeling his thumb on your cheek. you turn slightly to the side to kiss that finger of his with your lips, and once again you watch him as you do so.
steven gulps and feels his pants grow tighter, nearly causing friction between his skin and the fabric of his trousers. he grows nervous, breaks out a sweat, and you feel him doing so. he realises that you two haven’t even kissed yet tonight. your lips curl up into a grin and you lean into his hand. your own hand strokes his cheek and runs into his hair as your hips still roll down onto his. “wanna make up for it,” steven tells you, “let me touch you, darling girl.” he pleads to you, his chin tilting upwards while he does. you smile at him sweetly and move your index finger affectionately down his attractive nose and boop the very tip of it. steven smiles wide, too, but closes his eyes for just a moment while he pulls you even closer to him. his lips yearn for yours, and you know you have an offer to answer.
“on one condition,” you tell him, watching his eyes for reaction. steven nods, following in on his promise to do whatever he can, “i get to kiss you.” you simply say with a gentle shrug, and it makes steven laugh and shake his head, the curls coming out of their tucked-back positions here and there. you run your hands deep into them and in result lean his head back so you’d see steven’s face.
“anything, my darling,” steven tells you and pushes his own face as close as possible to yours, “i thought you’d never ask.” he says before pulling your lips down to his and finally kissing you like you’ve wanted him to for the whole of tonight, for the whole of your separation period. you instantly moan into the kiss and your hands nearly ravage his skull and roots as their touch intensifies. “i love you,” steven mumbles into your mouth as he nearly devours it, your tongues and teeth hitting each other as suddenly everything you both do has gained speed and impatience.
steven pushes a hand up underneath your dress and into your underwear, grabbing the devil by his horns first without hesitance. you can only guess how hungry the man is, and you don’t blame him. though steven wasn’t this head-on sexually your first time together. but you guess he’s gained some courage and confidence because he’s seen how you react to him. so your ‘i love you’ back turns into a gasp of surprise which, in turn, immediately melts into a moan as steven’s first touch upon you feels ecstatic.
and though he had some trouble the first time, he now expertly ‘most immediately finds your most sensitive nub and adds pressure to it with two of his fingers. your hands fall from his hair to his shoulders, where you’re weakly gripping the material of his jacket. his getting straight to the point is a give-away that he needs you coming soon, needs to be inside of you soon, as well. he’s impatient, he’s quick, but oh does he make it worth your while. and he makes up for everything so much so that you’re forgetting everything that you talked about or that happened between you before he hooked that hand under your dress.
your hips buck into his hand in some sporadic rhythm, “fuck, steven,” you whine right into his ear, and hear a groan in response. one that sounded as if he was mad, but you’re sure his not. his actions beg to differ, and now that he’s pushing his ring finger inside you, you’re sure he’s far from being mad at you. your hands are fisting his jacket out of the intensity of everything, and you feel embarrassed at how close to coming you already feel now, “right there, oh my god…” your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you’re positively nearly fainting.
steven watches your face, and then lays kiss after kiss after that territory his hand already treaded on—the skin above your chest, around your collarbones, on your neck—until his lips are right by your ear and he’s uttering all the words you and your cunt wanted so bad to hear. “want you to come on my fingers, darling girl,” he says, very well knowing that this one is your favourite pet name for yourself that steven uses. it’s the way he says it, and now his voice has an effect on the sound and on you, too, “need you to come for me, love, come on.”
tears are biting your eyes and now some dropping onto your heated cheeks, steven’s pressured stimulation on your clit and folds and inside you driving you over the edge already. you’re crying out his name, moaning it, chanting it in whispers, painting the illusion of a witch in his hands. steven already has a plan, and he enjoys the very first pleasurable part of it now—pleasuring you—and now he sees you come for him in all glory of the spectacle. beads of sweat on your forehead, tears pushing past your eyelids squeezed shut, your lips parted and nose bunched up in that cute way. he smiles as he finds another miracle in you, and he holds your head up with his hand so that you wouldn’t hurt your neck.
“that’s it,” is the first thing you hear once you feel yourself sort-of down from your orgasm haze, and you blink your wet eyes open finally. steven’s looking up at you with languid, head-over-heels eyes. but there’s some mischief behind them, and you can feel him ruffling about with something around your thighs, which you can barely feel, by the way.
“‘m sorry,” you blurt out in your flushed state, feeling ashamed at how quick you reached your peak, “that was… too fast.” but steven shakes his head immediately at that statement.
“no, my love,” he tells you, “that was perfect, don’t worry about it.” steven assures and lays a kiss just beneath your collarbone. your eyes flutter as you feel the gesture, sure that by now that exposed skin of yours must be littered in hickeys. “guess we’re both a little impatient, innit?” steven asks you with a wink and you feel him spread your thighs apart. you glance down, where his hand is once again wedging in-between those plump pillows of yours, and he’s bringing his hard self out of his trousers, and you look up at steven again.
“i don’t know if i can,” you tell him with a gentle shake of your head. steven raises his eyebrows.
“what, this?” steven asks as he lines himself up with your tight entrance and pushes inside, making you still around him before you instinctively relax, feeling every inch of him stretching you, “you’re taking me so well, my darling girl, there’s nothing to worry about.” steven assures as he sinks deeper and deeper into your warm, wet walls, pulling your body flush against his, and turning your lips into a perfect oval shape. he grins at that sight, and kisses your cheek. “you feel just heavenly around me.” steven confesses, staring into your barely-filtering eyes as a smile curves his perfect lips. “i love being inside you,” he says and you swear this is the voice of nervous, flustered, submissive steven again. he uttered that confession like something he shouldn’t really have said, in that usual way of his. that steven in combination with this more confident one is honestly a mix you quite want to get behind.
you steady your hands on steven’s shoulders once more, this time promising you’ll stick to this balance, and feel some of your strength returning. though there is a delicious burn in your cunt, your warm walls, from such soon contact again after that quick but intense release. it’s almost painful, but not completely. and it makes you weak in the knees again, so you leave the rhythm setting to steven while you steady yourself on him and get really close to his face. and suddenly it’s like you discover it for the first time again, and his lips have never looked more appealing to you.
your blushed pilgrims push against his, and you immediately moan against them again. steven’s one arm around your waist and the other sprawled across your hip both work at moving you up and down his thick length at a heavenly quick pace. you know he’s eager to finish as well, so perhaps it’s his body acting over his mind this time. he’d take his time, as he did the previous—first—time, if it was any other situation. but it’s not really, is it?
steven has missed you terribly, has felt guilty and ashamed for whatever he’d done. and you’d missed him, too, like a flower misses the sun, yearning for him every day. and you still feel that both-sided yearning now—in his thrusts, in his hands on your body, in his lips against yours, in his moans and grunts for you and because of you. and no doubt he can hear that in your cries, your whimpers, your moans for him, in the way you push your lips desperately against his and grip his shoulders. you’re both going through some of the most erotic moments and feelings you’ve ever felt, but you’re also going through an emotional storm, in which you’re afraid to let each other go. so you cling to one another like your lives depend on it, like the other might slip away at any next moment.
you’re not ready to lose steven again. not after you’ve made up in the most beautiful way that works well with your heart, too. and he’s not about to lose you, either, the best thing in his life that he fought pretty hard, if he might say so himself, to get back. when it’s over, and you’ve both come down from your highs—quite mind-blowing ones—you don’t want to pull apart yet. you don’t want the connection to end quite so soon.
so you sit there in steven’s arms, his pulsating length still inside you, and just watch him. and you run your hand across his features, whichever way your hand wants to, whichever feature feels more captivating in each moment. steven smiles at it, and occasionally even chuckles at your gestures and their character. “you’re treating me like quite the porcelain,” he tells you finally, after you’ve both not spoken since your orgasms. since you cried and grunted each other’s names like it was a name that would save your lives. who knows? maybe some day it would.
you smile at his comment, and keep on tracing his jawline, his nose, the shell of his ear with your fingers. “you’re porcelain to me,” you tell him, “but not in a bad way.” you say before his anxious brain can assume otherwise.
“hm,” steven hums, “never been compared to that before,” he admits, and you stop your hand movements, “i-it feels nice, to be honest.” steven adds on, and your smile grows bigger, cheekier. “you think my fragility is a good part of me?” he asks then, in a quieter voice.
you give him a nod. “it might be the very best part,” you say and hold his cheek in your hand. steven smiles, and you feel the curve of that expression push into the palm of your hand. you sit in silence for a while, just acknowledging and appreciating each other’s presence and hold while this moment still lasts. both of you are deep in thought, of course.
“was it good for you, love?” steven asks suddenly, quietly, in the silence between you. “i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he asks now, searching your eyes for any answers. and you shake your head assuringly, the smile on your face helping your case, too.
“it was more than good for me,” you tell him, “steven, i couldn’t form coherent words, and that should tell you something.” you say with a wide smile on your face. both your smile and your words make the two of you laugh, steven making an absolutely heavenly sound as he laughs.
“that—that’s great to hear,” he says after the laughter’s sort-of died down, but is still creeping in between words and syllables, “you know, at one point, during our… time apart, i even thought i was so bad… at sex that you decided to completely disappear and never contact me again. and make it so that i could never contact you again.” now this confession gets a really loud laugh from you, one that you can’t stop for some time. “i thought well, that happens nowadays, doesn’t it? some few centuries ago, and maybe not even more than one, women sadly had to put up with their husbands being bad at sex, they couldn’t go anywhere.” steven continues, and only works to add to your laughter. “but nowadays women do that a lot, don’t they? if it doesn’t work in the bedroom, it won’t work at all, ever. and so they leave, but don’t want to give an insulting explanation.”
you still laugh, but you also take steven’s face between your hands and pull it close to yours again, “while you’re very correctly observing of women and our behaviour, you do not have a thing to worry about,” you assure him, “you’re great at sex, steven grant. and if you’re sometimes unsure of that, practice always makes perfect. especially when you have a girlfriend who’s so willing to help.” you smile and chuckle again.
the title girlfriend stalls steven’s mechanisms again, but he gets back on track soon enough again. he tries to think of a way to play the fact that you two are really together again as nonchalantly as possible. “well,” steven says and lays a kiss on your hand, “would my girlfriend like a shower before bed?” he proposes, and you nod without hesitation.
you couldn’t wish for anyone else but steven grant in the world. even if he broke your heart, you know you’d still go on loving him. and that incident proved it.
a/n:okay i feel like i kinda went ooc for steven here, but… idk maybe i didn’t. anywhos, hope you enjoyed this :) another part, the very last one, coming, actually, lemme just write it :D
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