If you ran away - Mind if I stay? Part 2 (Steven Grant x Reader)
Summary:The worst morning of Steven’s life is officially the one he woke up without you. Nothing’s made sense since. And if he thinks it can’t get any worse, that’s only because he has yet to notice his nightmares catching up to him.
Warnings:SO MUCH ANGST, sad Steven is an understatement, no smut just brief mentions but the series is 18+ so minors DNI, ep 1 spoilers
Word count: ~6.1K
A/n:Okay just so it’s clear, I am not making Marc the bad guy! I’m going somewhere with this (I’m trying to at least:)) This is just me experimenting with making a series *sweats nervously*
Title and lyrics from Where’s my love? by SYML. Gonna start adding those at the beginning ‘cause I love the soundtrack in my head.
“Yeah, no, the date was great. She really liked the… flowers. And me. She’s really… smart and funny, and she’s got the most wonderful laugh. You’d really like her. I think this could really… lead somewhere, you know? Might bring her around soon. Anyway, sorry I missed you again, Mom. Love you. Laters, gators.”
The smile Steven had forced onto his face died the moment he hung up. Not that it had done much to brighten the tone of his voice.
premise: you don’t know how this came to be; steven fucking you in front of a mirror. your body and pleasure showcased to marc, to prove a point, to show him steven knows best.
pairing: steven grant x (f)reader
word count: 839
warnings: minors dni please, marc x reader are mentioned and alluded in here but not shown, unprotected sex, literally just smut, dom!steven, teasing, voyeurism in a sense.
etc: this is based on thisandthis ask, i kind of strayed from the initial idea since i plan on writing a version of this, but not quite the same, with marc and other oscar characters, but me writing steven as a dom? shocking i know lmao.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
“Does he do it better than me?” Steven hums, you’ve never heard his voice so deeply coated with jealousy and lust. The dynamic the three of you had was always so well laid out, who spent this time with you one day, or that time another day. Sometimes both of them at once. There had never been any fighting over you, over the moments shared with one of the other. It was an equal playing ground, you adored them both the same as they loved you the same.
Summary: Jake Lockley has gotten a video that you’ve been kidnapped by the cult of Ahipop. He knows he can’t do it by himself and he’s hesitant to call a certain person he hates but Matt Murdocks helps Jake save you while uncovering the plot of the cult.
“I promise, no matter where you are. I will find you, I will continue to find you over and over again.”
—JAKE DIDN’T WANT TO HAVE TO CALL MATT MURDOCK BUT WHAT CHOICE DID HE HAVE? The cult of Apophis was what brought him to you in the first place. The whole mission that started the partnership was because of the cult. But he thought he killed all of them months ago but he was wrong. Matt Murdock helped on the case because they were terrorizing and harming the people of New York, he helped destroy them with you and Jake but they were back. And they kidnapped you.
Jake told Matt to meet him at the old location where they use to meet up. He wasn’t fond of the devil of Hell’s Kitchen for many reasons. There were too many reasons why he hated Matt. The goody-two-shoes hero had a rule of not killing people and that everyone deserved a second chance, redemption. Jake never believed in redemption, he would see through the eyes of Marc how Marc desperately wanted to believe that his mother could change and love him. But not Jake, he knew that she would never change and knew that until her dying breath, she stayed the same.
She had the choice of a second chance after blaming Marc for his brother’s death but she kept going. She kept harming them. Why do people deserve a second chance? Jake wasn’t going to give people the satisfaction of continuing their horrendous actions, he didn’t care if they deserved a second chance.
Another reason he despises Matt Murdock was because of the history Matt had with you. There was too much history there that made Jake’s skin crawl. That burning sensation flooded through his veins every time he thought about it. He knew Matt was still and always will be in love with you.
Jake shook his head at the idea. His fingers curled around the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turned white as his hands shook from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. “Matt Murdock? The man from the photos?” Steven questioned from the reflection tilting his head.
“Isn’t he blind?” Marc questioned from the other side of the window shield, quirking an eyebrow at Jake.
“Yeah but he’s the devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Some consider him a hero. Others consider him a terrorizer for how he handles situations.” Jake spoke as he turned on the ignition to the limo and wiped away the crumbled-up tablet off his lap.
— STEVEN GRANT FINALLY HAD TO ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT HE NEEDED HELP. Professional help that is, it took a while for him to understand that he was at his limit for a mental breakdown. He knew he needed to talk to someone other than the statue man on the street. Someone who would actually respond to when he ranted and well, he searched around for a therapist and found you.
Steven was quite nervous to start therapy, any person was really. To share your vulnerability was scary and Steven only ever been vulnerable with the lively statue by the fountain. His heart pounded in his chest as he shifted on his feet staring at the door with a frosted plane window with your last name on it. Steven was muttering underneath his breath trying to convince himself to go in.
“Don’t be mental, you need this Steven. You just need help.” Steven whispered to himself, staring at the plane, he saw the reflection shift a bit but he didn’t move. He brought the back of his clenched fist to his eyes and rubbed them furiously. “I definitely gone mental.”
With his series of muttering gradually becoming louder, suddenly, the door opened causing him to jump in his spot, taking a step back. Your head peeked out the door with furrowed brows and parted lips. Steven felt his breath caught in his throat staring at you with wide eyes. You were simply breathtaking. The way your [color] eyes stared at him in curiosity but with such softness that made him drown in those hues, losing himself all over again.
The way your hair fell over your face and your plump lips quirking into a soft smile. “Oh! You must be Steven Grant!” You beamed happily, opening the door more and stepping by the door frame. “I heard noises out here and I thought one of my neighbors was disturbing you.”
Summary:Alternatively titled: “Fuck You To Sleep”.
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader
Word count:1.5K
Warning: PWP, dirty talking, mutual masturbation, fingering, hand job, unprotected p in v, side-way tango, stomach bulge, male ejaculation
A/N:I didn’t plan to write another Marc’s filth, but @fluffyprettykitty inspired me ahaha! Everyone say thank you to Selene! Literally, this is just PWP. If you enjoy this brain rot, please reblog and comment. I greatly, greatly appreciate it so much! No beta, so any mistakes I missed, are mine.
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You cannot sleep.
You have been tossing and turning for an hour now, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. One minute you were covered in the comforter, the next you found yourself kicking the thing off of you. Marc has been noticing it too as he was still on his phone, going through his clients’ emails. It doesn’t bother him as much as it’s more of his worrying about your irregular sleep schedule.
He is aware that he’s partially responsible for it as well since he got back from Cairo as he is trying to get over his own jet lag.
Another huff coming out of your mouth pulls Marc away from his “reading”.
“That’s it,” he mutters before turning and pulling you back till you are flushed against him. Your ass is flushed against his groin. His thick thigh drapes over you, trapping you in place. Your head tucks beneath his chin. Goosebumps spread across your skin as you feel his warmness radiate off of him. You can feel yourself become hyper-aware of his presence, especially by the undeniable throbbing of your pussy, thinking about how his dick would feel rubbing against you.
Summary: You go to give Steven his lunch on his first day as a tour guide, which leads to some interesting following events.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m recieving), jealousy, insecure thoughts, biting (f giving), smutty steven (that’s a warning ok?). MINORS DNI
Feel free to ask for more requests, I may not be able to get to them all immediately but I will eventually!
You considered yourself to be a pacifist. Believing that violence should be avoided until absolutely necessary, like life or death.
However you were seriously considering cutting that woman’s manicured hands off of her body if she didn’t get them off of your boyfriend.
It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Steven (or Marc and Jake for that matter), you trusted them completely. It was just a darker, more feral, more insecure part of you that looked at that person’s hands and wanted to tear them from his arm. You watched as she tried every trick in the book, fingers dancing along his arm, gasp you must work out a lot Steven, the fluttering of the eyes with a look that just says ‘notice me’, god you could practically hear her. However, you were content to stay next to the gift shop in the museum, silently seething at the woman but supporting Steven on his first day as a tour guide for now. Your poor Steven probably didn’t even realize what was going on, he was too engrossed talking about the mummification process to notice the woman’s (not really) subtle advances. You were about to take a walk to clear your head before you noticed how her eyes darted to his ass and bit her lip.
You checked the clock and you thanked all the gods that it was around Steven’s lunch break time. However he hadn’t noticed since he was so involved in answering and giving thorough explanations to the seemingly never ending questions that the woman asked.
Your low heels lightly clacked against the marble floor as you made your way to your curly haired vigilante. You were thankful you brought him his lunch that he probably didn’t even know he forgot.
You got to him just before the woman could ask another question that she just didn’t care about. You lightly tapped Steven on the shoulder, hoping your face was light hiding your seething feelings. He paused as he turned to you, you could see his dark eyes light up and the smile that you were convinced could blind the sun god himself stretched over his face.
“Darling,” Steven said, the woman beside him glared at you, you tried to pay her no mind. You held up the brown paper bag with the words “Steven with a V” written in his handwriting.
“Couldn’t let you miss lunch again love,” You said in a light tone, you hand him the paper bag with a kiss on his cheek. You lingered there for a second, recuperating the glare the blonde woman behind him was giving you. You wanted to kiss him breathless in front of her, grab his ass as you glared at her with a silent message in your eyes.
Mine
But you knew that Steven would probably blush profusely and get reprimanded on his first day, so you did what you could do. You were sweet, you were a silent storm, brewing.
“Well now that you’re here, why don’t we both go to lunch?” Steven asked, his fingers playing with the paper bag slightly. His hands always needed something to do, whether that’s playing with the strings on his jacket, solving a puzzle or…more pleasurable.
“Sounds like a plan,” You look behind Steven, right at the woman who Steven by now has completely forgotten about and smile a sweet and subtle ‘fuck you’ smile. Steven was about to walk away when the woman stopped him, and he clearly was startled, after forgetting her.
“Wait,” she said, god you hated her voice, it was too high pitched and nasally, “I still have a few questions regarding a thing we saw at the beginning of the tour.”
“It’s ok,” Steven said pointing to the person taking his place during lunch, “Bob will be able to answer those questions,” He holds out his hand to shake hers, “I’m off, lovely meeting you Sarah.”
You heard her slightly huff before you headed off towards the front doors to find somewhere to eat together. You were a few feet away from the museum when you heard Steven let out a chuckle.
“What’s funny?” You asked curiously.
“You,” Steven said, “I never thought I would live to see the day that I’d have someone getting jealous over somebody flirting with me.” His words shocked you.
“Me! Jealous,” You asked incredulously and a little defensively, “what would I be jealous about. She was just clearly veryinterested in what you had to say that she simply couldn’t contain herself.” Steven responded by chuckling more. His deep voice rumbling in his chest, eye crinkling in amusement as he admires the embarrassed flush invades your face and gives you away. Usually you’re the one to catch him being jealous, not the other way around so this was a treat. And if he was being honest, it made him feel special, knowing that he could have that effect on you as well. However, while he adored the pout that was currently on your face that you were trying to hide, he loved your smiles and laughter far more.
He grabbed your hand from your face, uncovering your blushing face.
“Although I’m flattered,” He starts as he kisses your cheek, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, I like seeing you smile more.” He stops you and brings you to the side of the sidewalk, where a wall full of graffiti laid bare, he kisses your nose before finally bringing you for a sweet and tender kiss on your lips. His kiss was always soft, full of love and tenderness. It was like kissing a dream, beautiful and leaves you in a sort of cloudy gaze, barely remembering it until his lips were on yours again. You would have probably kissed more if it wasn’t for the resounding rumble of your stomach interrupting you, reminding you that while you brought lunch for Steven you had barely eaten today. You and Steven looked at each other before laughing, his hands in yours, you both searched for a place to eat together.
—
You laid in bed with Steven, you washed the sheets earlier that day and you had just gotten out of the shower so a fresh scent surrounded you. The only thing it was missing was him.
Without him there thoughts of the day passed by, the woman from the museum still on your mind. You were so happy with Steven and Marc, and Jake. But you’ve been happy before, you’ve trusted before only to have it thrown back at your face. You start worrying that maybe you were misreading the situation, maybe you were harsh, maybe this is one of the good things that doesn’t last and this is the beginning of the end.
You were so caught up with your inner demons that you didn’t register your personal angel sliding into the freshly washed and dried sheets until you felt a hand cradle your face.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours darling?” Steven asked, dark eyes unwavering.
“Steven I-”
“Darling what is it you always say to us?”
“Communication is key.”
“Correct,” Steven said as his hand went from cradling your face to holding your hand, “so communicate darling, I’m all ears.”
“I get scared sometimes,” You admit unable to say no to him, “today I have you. But tomorrow is never a given, I’m so scared that someday when I’ve let go completely that you’ll want nothing to do with me. That you’ll regret me and leave. I know this is rubbish, but I still worry. I also worry I may have been a little too harsh on Sarah from the gift shop today.” true to his word Steven lets you let it out. His eyes and ears never deviated once.
“It’s ok to get scared,” Steven starts, “I could say the same things too, I am the luckiest bastard today because I have you, but I can be the sorriest knob on the earth tomorrow if you decide I’m too broken to be loved. But while I have you, I plan on holding you, loving you, I plan on keeping that heart you gave me safe and warm, like how you are keeping mine.” Your eyes look away before he directs your attention back at him, “hey look at me,” his thumb ghosts over your cheeks, “I’m yours, nothing can change that.”
You bring your face to his, your lips molding together like puzzle pieces, you just fit. Your hands cradle his face, before going to his scalp as you lift one leg and straddle him on the bed. Your hands gently massage the space between his ear and hair. You hear him moan as his large hands grip your hips firmly, tanned digits digging into soft flesh, as the kisses now become opened mouthed and breathing becomes ragged.
Stevens hands move from their place on your waist and dance up your side before grabbing the hem of your nightshirt. He parts from you for just a second to which you respond with a slight wine, you open your eyes to see his midnight eyes asking silently, pleading really, to lift your shirt. You bite your lip as you nod, lifting your arms he practically tore the shirt from you. The bite of night air made goosebumps rise all over your skin, the mixture of the aroused look in your eyes and how your topless figure bathed in the moonlight left Steven absolutely breathless with love and lust. You could see his dark eyes darken as he drank you in, no matter how many times Steven has seen you he always got the same look as though he was looking at you for the first time. And that made you feel cherished.
Steven’s mouth lowered itself on your left breast, nipple in mouth, sucking, biting, tugging. Dragging choked, and needy whimpers and moans from you as you clutch onto his dark, damp curls. Back arching into his mouth, while his left hand played with your right breast and his right hand kneading the flesh of your ass. All of this went straight to your core, feral need flooded you as your mouth lowered itself to his ear. You nibbled at the top of his ear, licked and tugged at the lower part. Which seemed to send Steven into a needy frenzy of his own, he could feel your hot breath in his ear, deep and seductive.
“Let me touch you,” you whispered moaning in his ear as you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “I need to touch you love please.”
For you he would do anything.
He stopped and excitedly got rid of the last shred of clothing separating your top halves together. Just as he was about to continue worshiping your breasts the way they deserved, you gently pushed him back, letting your hands roam around his toned body. Memorizing every detail.
Every scar, every mole, every freckle and goosebump.
You want to memorize it all.
Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and kissing your way down to his clavicle. His breathing gets more erratic as he is so hard he throbs, his hands dancing patterns onto your skin. Your kisses continue downward, you take a small detour to take his dark nipple in your mouth sucking before lightly biting. His back arched at the sensation, urging for more, begging. However you have other plans as your hands gently caress the outline of his cock through his sleep pants. Noting the slight wet spot right where you knew the head was, a mischievous smirk settled on your lips. Your kisses travel lower, and lower until you are at eye level with the decent sized bulge. Your eyes look up at the half lidded and sex addled eyes of your lover before kissing the tip through the pants. The groan was guttural and damn did that do wonders for your confidence. You’ve brought him here, to the point between saving and utter ruin. Your eyes ask a silent question and he nodds fervently, your hands reach the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips. You pull them down until his cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach. It made your mouth water as you pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip of it a kiss before enveloping him within your mouth.
Steven swears as his fingers clutch the hair on your scalp in a tight grip as you bob your head up and down in a consistent and steady rhythm. Your tongue tracing the outline of the vein on the underside of his shaft. You look up and as you see Steven fall apart beneath you, his chest rising and falling erratically as you pick up your pace. You decide to get dangerous as you just barely let your teeth graze him. Suddenly you are pulled off of him, the salty taste of his precum lingering on your tongue as he mashes his pillow soft, kiss swollen lips against yours, nearly drawing blood. The kiss is all lust and teeth and tongue. His hands grab the flesh of your ass tightly, for sure leaving bruises in their wake. And you know you’ll wear those bruises on your ass like a badge of honor.
As the kiss died down he pressed his sweat covered forehead against yours.
“That was close,” Steven whispered breathlessly, “I would’ve made a mess if you had done that again.”
“That good huh?” you joked just as breathless as him as he kissed you again, sweetly. The combination of the feral and lust blown kiss from earlier to the sweet and domestic kiss was enough for your mind to whirl.
“Better than good,” Steven said, breaking away from the kiss, “but I want you to come before I do darling.”
You suddenly felt full as Steven thrusted his hips upward connecting you together. The pleasure filled screamed that came out of you made you sure that tomorrow you will receive a noise complaint…again.
Steven’s hands steadied you as you fell forward, your chest against his as he began thrusting upward. Bouncing you up and down his lower appendage.
You could barely form a coherent sentence as Steven expertly rocked into you and hit consistently in that one goddamn spot that made you see white. It was difficult to believe that Steven was so awkward about sex before when he’s fucking you so damn good. Your sweat covered chest rubbing against his, his hands firmly on your and the sole attention you were receiving was all contributing to the tight coil forming in your belly. It only got tighter once his diligent and skilled fingers found the sensitive little bundle of nerves and started rubbing in lazy circles that you felt the coil get impossibly tight as you felt him throb inside you.
“I’m not gonna last much longer my darling,” he confesses as his lips attack your neck, “you’re so tight, let go my darling cum for me.”
At that you did, you felt the surge of mind blowing pleasure that you didn’t realize you bit harshly onto Stevens neck. However at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him and marking him he exploded, unable to keep rocking into you as his release leaked out of where you both were joined.
You both stayed like that for a while, with you collapsed on top of him, gently kissing the mark you left on him as an apology. While he lovingly traced the outline of your spine and the red marks he knew will darken into bruises by morning. Both of you basked in each other’s afterglow, not having the energy to move and nearly falling asleep. However Steven, the man who was always so attentive to your needs, knew you would be uncomfortable in a few hours if he didn’t clean you up. So reluctantly he removed himself from you with a wet plop, you groaned as you felt so empty without him. He kissed your temple and tried to remove himself from you, letting you know he was just gonna get a wet rag to clean you up with as well.
You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard him in the bathroom over wetting the rag with warm water.
He came back not a few minutes later with a warm wet rag and cleaned you up, although you were sensitive the warm wet rag was a welcome. After cleaning you up Steven disposed of the rag after cleaning himself up as well, he slid in next to you. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your torso.
“How in the bloody hell am I going to cover this love bite tomorrow.”
Conflicting Interests (Dark! Moon Knight x Reader) the Knight and Pawn series
Hey so another shorter chapter! Super tired but just trying to get one chapter in a day as a challenge.
Anyways here comes the trigger warnings.
TRIGGER WARNINGS! SLIGHT (AND I MEAN VERY SLIGHT) SEXUAL CONTENT, DARK THEMES AHEAD! ANGST!
Also I tried to be realistic when it came to being bilingual, however I myself am not so if any translations are confusing or something doesn’t make sense let me know!
Morning rolled around and he was gone, you had nearly thought you dreamt it up.
However when you rolled over you could smell him on the sheets. The smell of cedar, smoke, and rain, all the years you’ve known him he’s always had that smell, even in highschool.
You stared at the wall on the side he slept that night and your mind began to wander. Where was that friend now? You thought, where was yourMarc, the one who you snuck out to go stargazing with every saturday night, the one who you called when you got too drunk to drive, the one who you could just put on any old vinyl you had and just sit comfortably in silence with.
Where was your best friend?
This Marc smelled the same, he looked like Marc, he dressed like Marc.
But he wasn’t, not really.
However, maybe this is how he always was…you just refused to see it.
You remembered him getting into a lot of fights with kids at school but never you, he was always so gentle when it came to you. It got worse after Randall died. There was almost never a week that passed by without Marc getting into a scuffle with someone, most of the time it was someone who had bullied you or insulted you. At the time you thought he was just being over protective of you, however you wondered if maybe there was something more, something darker to it than that.
Despite all of that, Marc was your first. First love, first kiss, first everything.
At that goddamn cabin.
Marc was joking about being the only virgin in the marines when you offered to change that for him, no strings attached of course because you were still in denial about your own romantic feelings towards him then.
It’s kind of funny, you used to look at the night and smile.
Now you wonder just how far his obsession with you went, if that night was orchestrated by him or if it happened exactly how you remembered.
You may never truly know.
You didn’t even register the amount of time passing until the typical knock against the door broke you away from those thoughts. You saw it was neither Marc or Steven, the hat on his head and the way he looked at you was different.
Jake.
You were already burned by Steven so now you were cautious. You didn’t know how this would go, you sat up in the bed as Jake brought your food to you. Sausage with Waffles with coffee on the side. His hands envelop yours as he looks in your eyes, his dark iris’s reflecting against yours.
“I missed you mi ojos de angel,” Jake said before kissing your cheek, “you have no idea what I’ve had to put up with, with those idiotas,”Jake didn’t let go of your hand once as he ranted about all the things you’ve missed out on these past 3 years. Every inconvenience, minor transgression, talking about everything except the elephant in the room.
“Jake,” You interrupted him, he immediately stopped talking and was solely focused on you, “is there a plan?”
“Yes,”Jake said, for a split moment hope runs through you like lightning before the thunderous feeling of uneasiness settled in your gut as you noticed the same obsession in his eyes that you saw in Stevens and Marcs.
“The plan is getting you comfortable to be around us again,” Jake started, “and then one day,” Jake pauses his face scrunches as he mutters curse words in spanish, “I can’t remember the word,” another second goes by before he snaps his fingers as his face lit up in a eureka moment, “preferably, that’s the word I was looking for, preferably soon, we will get married.”
And just like that your heart drops, Jake had been your last hope of getting out of here. He must have noticed your crestfallen look as his hands went from being entangled in yours to gently holding your face.
“Why such a sad face,” Jake asked, brushing the tears you didn’t realize were rolling down your cheeks, “ojos de angel, mi ojos de angel, no te preocupes angel, everything will be ok.”
“I promise.”
—
After spending an hour with Jake he proceeded to leave with the empty plate your waffles were on moments ago, along with all your hopes.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, you got dressed in the clothes laid out for you, you made the bed, you re-read some books that Steven left for you in the room, most if not all of them were Egyptian themed, then finally you took a bath. Even though the water was scalding, and the scents from the lavender epsom salt poured in, you still found it difficult to relax.
You had just settled into the bed when the same routine that had played last night came to pass again.
Marc came in and just slept beside you, he never did anything more than just hold you beside him.
And once again you muscles relaxed fully under his touch.
—
That kind of night had become routine, you gathered that Marc waited until you fell asleep to come in and sleep beside you. And you’ve just accepted that for whatever reason, your body melted and relaxed with him.
The heart, mind, and body were separate things.
Although he may have had your body fooled, your mind and heart were different matters entirely. You neither forgave him nor forgot him.
You were positive you’ve been here for almost half a year if not exactly, your hair had grown and time passed by in a blur.
You were in bed when you felt the other side of the bed dip beside you, at first you thought nothing of it. It was just routine.
That was until he turned you over to face him. His dark eyes were wide and his hands gently caressed your face.
Ceder, smoke, and rain filled your every sense.
Marc said nothing as he kissed you, his lips pressed firmly and expertly against yours, you could taste him. Mint, chocolate with a hint of coffee. Your heart beat erratically against your chest and your mind swirled, so many thoughts and emotions running through your veins you could hardly keep up. You didn’t know your hands were in his hair until you felt the dampness in his hair and the scent of rain clouded your better judgment.
You were conflicted, not wanting this to continue.
But still wanting his lips on yours.
Large, calloused hands ghost themselves over your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He was gentle, like you would tear if he was rougher.
And in his defense you probably would.
Marc’s hands got braver, ghosting over your waistband and your stomach. Never going any further than that, something that the last sensible part of you that wasn’t taken over by your lust hazed mind were thankful for.
This lasted for a while, him just caressing you while kissing you like you were everything.
And to him you were.
You knew better than to confuse this with actual tenderness and love, especially on your part. You knew what it was.
You were lonely.
Any form of physical, intimate touch would have you in a puddle in an instant. You felt the warm outline of hiim press against you once before you felt him pull away roughly, like he had to force himself to. He didn’t say anything as he walked over to the adjacent bathroom and closing the door, you stared up at your ceiling wondering if the tingle on your lips was real or if your mind and body had just played a major trick on you.
After a while you saw Marc come back and laid beside you, you immediately melted into his touch as he wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m sorry,” Marc apologized, “It was a rough night. ”
When you didn’t respond he just laid there, you could feel yourself start to drift off with him.
Your final thought before falling into the sweet arms of unconsciousness was how fucked it was that you wanted to kiss him again.
She had felt him for days now, a dark presence in the back of her mind like a shapeless figure in the midst of a crowd or a skulking shadow in the corner of the room. His eyes always gave him away, endlessly dark orbs glowing with centuries of torment hiding beneath thick onyx curls. He attempted to cover them up with the brim of a ball cap or the shade of a hood as he slid in between each person like a knight on a chess board trying to reach the queen.
She would recognize him anywhere, from any distance apart or phase of the moon as she pretended not to notice him following her down the street, his quiet steps now incredibly audible to her new senses. These past few nights she couldn’t tell if she had been the one calling to him, or if it was the other way around. Visions of him lying beneath her clouded her mind as she lured other unsuspecting men to feed upon in the middle of the night, but none of them would do. None of them were him.
His careful footsteps were eventually drowned out by the deafening beat of his heart and a quick inhalation of his breath, halting as she took her chance to shorten the gap between them. She turned on her heel, advancing toward him just fast enough to pin him up against the wall with an elbow to his throat.
Those eyes of his became frantic, moving from side to side as he searched her face for an answer to her newfound strength. He blinked once, then twice, his face dropping a bit in realization before his gaze softened. “You’re different.”
you’re such a badass bitch when it comes to words I swear. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything less that gorgeous gorgeous top tier quality from you and now that you’re writing for moon knight jfc please fuck me up with more of it!! incredible job bitch I loved the different dynamics between marc and jake! I’ll take one of each.
I love you so much, bitch! Thank you for reading and making my day!
Summary: Steven has questions about a particular toy that you own, especially: “can I see you use it”.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, mentions of marc, sex toys, multiple orgasms, creampie, rough sex, pet names, oral, innocence, voyeurism (?), i just needed to get this off of my chest ok
As the kettle finished boiling, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, rolling your neck to try and ease the stiffness that seemed to have settled throughout the muscles in your body from your night’s activity with Marc. It had been the two of your anniversary, so he had treated you to a luxuriously long night of hard fucking, the thoughts bringing warmth to your cheeks as you stirred the water with the coffee granules in your favourite mug.
A loud grunt from the bedroom had you turning on the spot, smiling to yourself as you started to make your way back to the room, noticing the naked man in the middle of the bed starting to wake. As usual, you’d expected Marc to turn over, give a long stretch and reach out for you like he always did but instead, a mop of dark curly locks popped up from the centre of the bed, wild eyes looking around in a confused and disorientated expression.
Immediately you rushed forward, gently placing your mug on your bedside dresser and sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands weaving into his hair to try and calm him, your voice coming out only as loud as a whisper, “Hey Steven, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today, are you ok?”
As soon as he felt your fingers on his scalp and your voice drifted through his senses, you saw his muscles relaxing, head falling back onto the pillow but his face turned towards you, lips turning up at the corners as he briefly looked at you up and down, his smile widening when he noticed you were only wearing one of Marc’s t-shirts and nothing more. “Yeah - thought I’d surprise you, didn’t I love, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” you responded with just as much eagerness as he did, leaning down to kiss him quickly on the lips before glancing around the room, trying to subtly spot everything that you needed to hide before Steven noticed from your night with Marc. It wasn’t much use though as Steven caught your wandering eyes and quickly sat up, eyes widening slightly.
“Uh, looks like you and Marc had a pretty wild night, huh.” You could tell he was embarrassed as he saw all of the sex toys, lube, straps and lingerie scattered over the bed and floor. Biting your lip, you tried not to laugh at Steven’s innocence, finding him endearing as you reached behind him to detach a pair of handcuffs from the railings of the bed.
“Yeah, sorry about this, I would have put them away last night if I knew you were coming but I think we kinda passed out at some point”. Standing from the bed, you began to tidy everything away into the designated draws.
It was only as you bent down to pick up your vibrator wand from the end of the bed did you notice the embarrassed expression on Steven, shift to one of confusion. “Are you ok over there, Mr Grant?” you asked with a smile, walking towards the bedside cabinet to put your favourite toy away.
Steven’s brows furrowed further as his eyes flicked from your face to the toy in your hands, “uh…whats that? In your hands I mean, what is it? Is that supposed to go inside of you?” he asked, eyes widening at his question.
You had to really concentrate on not laughing out loud now at his innocence as you responded, “it’s a vibrator, my love”.
His eyebrows raised in a shocked expression, “wow really? I thought they were supposed to look like lipsticks? Why is it so big?”
Climbing into the bed next to him, you explained that they could look very different, coming in different colours, shapes, and settings. Steven’s eyebrows were still knitted together in wonder, his mouth opening and closing like he had a million questions but also didn’t have anything to ask. “If you have any questions, my love, please ask”.
“Why is that-” he coughed slightly, almost like he was choking on his words, “why does that one feel better?”
Reaching across the sheets, you grasped his hand in your own, hoping that the soft strokes of your thumb on the back of his hand would help calm his nerves. “This one, in particular, is one of your favourites because of the deep rumbling vibrations and the sensations seem to hit all of the right places so usually doesn’t take long for me to orgasm.”
Steven seemed less uncomfortable now but, was still restless in his seat and if the tent forming in the sheets was any indication, he seemed to be enjoying the conversation in a different way. You were very much the same, trying not to unconsciously rub your thighs together to ease the tension that was slowly building. Shaking your head slightly, you continued, “from what Marc has said, the vibrator also feels good for you as well if you run it up and down your shaft”.
Keeping your eyes close on Steven, you notice his eyes very quickly glance towards the full-length mirror in your room before looking at a spot on the sheets and from the way his shoulders straightened and jaw clenched, you knew that Marc must have spoken to him. “What is it, Steven?”
“It’s Marc, he’s woken up and being a prick, it’s nothing” Steven mumbled, both of his hands now playing with the one you’d place on his.
“What did Marc say?”. Steven glanced back to the mirror briefly before sighing, sitting up more in the bed as he uncomfortably spoke.
“He um… he told me to ask if you could show me how it works - but you don’t have to do that, he’s just being a knobhead-”.
“I don’t mind showing you Steven if you’d like to see”. Stevens’s voice cut off instantly, his eyes widening as he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights. Squeezing his hand to try and comfort him, you waited patiently for him to respond, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone but also knowing that he would always be worried about offending or asking too much from you. “That’s only if you want me to Steven, I don’t mind at all, my love”.
Your boyfriend swallowed harshly, his voice barely audibly as he only said one word, “ok”. Smiling brightly at him, you leaned forward to kiss his lips quickly, anticipation brewing in the bit of your stomach as gently you pulled on his hand, helping him to climb from the bed. The sheet slipped from his well-toned body, revealing his erection that bobbed up and down with his movements as he stood up.
Moving around the bed, you pulled your make-up chair until it was at the end of the bed, pushing him into it and making sure he was comfortably sitting. “Just sit back baby and watch”.
You gave him an encouraging smile whilst climbing onto the bed, lying in the centre with your legs half hanging off so Steven had the perfect view of your centre, and also the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear. The beautiful man once again glanced at the mirror however and it had you asking, “what did he say now?”
“He said this was his favourite view” Steven responded, his face now relaxed and eyes ablaze with passion as he sat patiently waiting, his cock still throbbing and standing to attention.
“Well, I hope it’ll be yours too” you whispered, lifting your shirt up and over your head whilst trying to get into a comfortable position.
“Oh god it is” he quickly breathed out and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your cheeks and the warming beneath your skin as his intense gaze.
After pulling a few pillows under your head, you were now able to watch him from in between your legs as you spread them wide and placed the head of the vibrator just above your clit, taking a deep breath before finally turning it on to the lowest setting. The sensations caused a shiver to rush down your spine, your eyes shutting as your body zoned in on the feelings of the vibrations all over your already dripping cunt.
Letting out a deep sigh and relaxing your muscles further into the bed, you tried to ignore the clenching of your hole and the way the tightening sensation was already building in your abdomen at the mere thought of both Steven and Marc watching you in this position, Marc had seen it many times before but not your innocent Steven.
As you felt your body needing a little more, you clicked the button on the vibrator to turn the settings up by one and your body immediately began to tremble, breaths coming out in quick bursts as you already were feeling close. Your hips were rising slightly off of the bed as you began to audibly moan out Steven’s name.
Opening your eyes, you looked down at your boyfriend between your shaking thighs and looked at the unbelievably lustful look in his eyes that were unblinking, flicking between your face and cunt.
It was almost an immediate effect, as soon as you looked at the beautiful man sitting watching you as if his life depended on it, your head flew back, pussy convulsing, legs shaking uncontrollably as you came hard and fast, Stevens name spilling from your lips repeatedly.
It took you a few moments to catch your breath, turning off your vibrator and placing it on the bed, you finally opened your eyes. “Usually it takes me a little bit longer to orgasm but I think you’ve got me all worked up Steven” you mumbled shyly, surprising yourself with how fast you’d orgasmed and the fact that Steven had yet to move from his position on the chair.
Sitting up, you ignored the damp spot that had formed on the bed from your juices as you stared at him, “are you ok Steven? Talk to me, my love”.
Steven didn’t move for a few seconds, your heart began to pound harder in your chest as you waited for any kind of response from him until finally, his mouth twitched, “That was…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed”.
It was your turn to be speechless, cheeks once again warming at his words. Marc usually called you hot when he saw you getting off, but never beautiful, Steven really did know the right things to say to make you feel special.
As you opened your mouth to respond, Steven had other ideas as he quickly stood from the chair, knocking it over in the process and rushed to cup your cheeks, his lips fiercely attaching to your own, kissing you harshly. His mouth was hot and heavy against yours, tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, teeth scraping against your lips as you both toppled back onto the bed.
Your fingers tried to grip onto any part of him that you could, his back, his face, his chest until finally you were able to squeeze a hand between your bodies to grip his leaking cock. Steven gasped at the touch and his fingers encircled around your wrist, pulling it up until your fingers were interlocked. “No love, let me”.
Before you could question him on what he meant, Steven was already moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and licks all whilst pushing your thighs up until finally, his hot breath was fanning across the moist skin of your cunt. “Steven-” your moans cut you off as he started by licking up every drop of liquid, warm tongue delving past every nerve that had your back arching up on the bed. “Fuck Steven”.
Steven’s tongue was something he prided himself on, knowing all of your special spots and tricks to have you seeing stars as he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and feeling how it throbbed at the sensations. Glancing down, you watched over your mound as Stevens released your clit momentarily to move his tongue as far as he could into your sensitive cunt that was clenching in desperation, you needed him badly, you didn’t want to wait any longer. “Steven please, I need you, please!”
His tongue left your body as he listened to your desperate cries, crawling steadily up your body, making sure to suck move nipples into his mouth before you finally could feel the head of his cock tease at your entrance.
It was his turn to gasp as he was easily able to slip in, your juices more than enough lube for him as inch by inch stretched your walls. Your hands were once again interlocked with his, moving up and over your head as he settled his body over yours.
Usually, Steven liked to take things slow, doing slow hip thrusts to really build up the tension but today, he was like a man possessed as his hips slapped against yours, the bed shaking against the wall as he pounded into you. Every stroke brushed against every nerve and you felt your body trembling with how good it felt, the moans coming from you were near animalistic, your lips kissing along his neck, trying to give him any sort of pleasure that he was currently giving to you.
As you could feel his lips move to your throat, somewhere amongst all of the pleasure he had let go of one of your hands, and it wasn’t until his hips shifted positions and the deep vibrations returned directly onto your clit as Steven had picked up your vibrator and slide it between your bodies. “Oh my- Steven holy shit”.
You couldn’t even remember your own name with how incredible you felt, your only thoughts were ‘steven, steven, steven’ and nothing more. “Does that feel good, love?”
“Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop Steven!” You were right on the edge, it was right there at the very tip of your fingers. Opening your eyes, you stared up at Steven as he was now resting on his elbow, cock thrusting into your cunt, vibrator on its lowest setting - but it was looking up and seeing Steven, mouth open, sweat glistening on his forehead as he stared down at you, eyes now leaving your own and finally the tension in your abdomen tingled throughout your cunt and down your thighs as you came hard.
Your cunt constricted around his cock and in the throws of your euphoria, Steven also shouted out, coating your walls in his seed, each spurt sending shivers down his spine as he dropped the vibrator onto the bed to use both arms to keep himself up.
Finally, the two of you collapsed next to each other, skin burning hot and sweat dripping onto the sheets along with the fluids that were slowly leaking from your entrance.
Steven was the first to move, picking up your hand to place a single kiss on the back of your knuckles, his voice deep and laced with satisfaction as he said, “maybe we could use more of these toys”.
The giggle bubbled in your throat as you looked towards him, “yeah I think we should.”
I love that he was so sweet on her and wanted to wait and I think even if she wouldn’t have fainted he would have held back bc he’s so good! Loved it❤️
A/N - Hello everyone! Long time no see. Here is a story I wrote for @beautifulbows924 ’s writing challenge. Thank you so much for this! <3 Before you start reading I’d like to say I’m very proud of this, even if it’s not as good as I’d like it to be. I had never written such a long story, (and finished it) and obviously not in English. As always, English is not my first language, and this had no beta reader so forgive me and please, laugh out loud if I write something that doesn’t make sense. Also, my first time writing smut, please don’t come at me.
Also, this fic turned out a bit dark near the end, I’m obviously against any type of violence. If you need help, there’s plenty of resources out there for you. You’re not alone.
TAGS AND WARNINGS - +18, Minors DNI, eventual smut, graphicdescriptions of sex, blood, mentions of self harm and suicide (they do not happen, they are only mentioned but just in case), dubius consent because DID (?), DID probably not accurate, canon-typical violence, angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares, panic attacks, sleeping disorders, jealousy, alcohol consumption, no beta, probably more warnings but I’ll update if I find more.
PAIRINGS - Steven Grant x fem!reader ; Marc Spector x fem!reader.
WORD COUNT - 25k (yes I know, I started writing a one-shot and this happened)
SUMMARY - The arrangement was to become friends with Steven Grant, that was what you’d promised to your lifelong best friend, Marc Spector; but things quickly get out of hand.
Warnings:Violence, Non-Con Do not read if it might offend you in any way or trigger anything. - - Last warning, please read only if you can handle it! Hate is not allowed here! - She woke up when she heard the front door close and looked at the clock on her on her nightstand and frowned. It was already quite late and it was unusual that he had left at all. Y/N got out of bed and pulled her robe tightly around her body as she walked through the apartment. She froze for a moment when she saw Marc with a glass of whiskey. “Marc? Steven? What happened?” she asked worriedly when she saw that his clothes and face were covered in blood. Y/N knelt down in front of him and saw that he had no wounds and breathed, relieved. “Were you attacked?” She reached for his cheek, but he caught her wrist. “It’s all right; go to sleep,” he ordered, and Y/N recoiled when she heard the Spanish accent and saw another expression in his eyes. This wasn’t Marc and it wasn’t Steven, she realized. He sighed as he realized she knew he was neither Marc nor Steven. Quickly, before she could make a move, he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall with his hand around her throat. She gasped and scratched at his wrist, but it was to no avail.
"Who are you?“ she asked softly.
"I’m Jake Lockley,” he said, and she continued to fight him. “Stop fighting or I will kill you.” Y/N was clear he wasn’t bluffing and tried to breathe as much as possible. “If you do that, Marc and Steven would notice right away if I disappeared.” “Why would they? Maybe you just don’t feel like them anymore,” he said through his teeth. “They know I’d stay with them in any situation,” she said quietly, feeling a little light-headed from the lack of air. Jake let her go and she slumped as she reached for her throat and gasped. He paced back and forth in front of her as he ran his fingers through his hair. Suddenly he stopped and pulled her off the floor and behind him toward the bedroom; Y/N tried to resist his grip, but nothing worked. He threw her roughly onto the bed and she crawled back, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him. Jake sat on the bed between her thighs so she couldn’t close them and opened her robe. She tried to get him to stop as he ran his hands over her body, but he grabbed her wrists and leaned over her as her hands lay next to her head. “Let me go, you son of a bitch!” she yelled angrily, but she wasn’t just angry, she was scared, since she couldn’t judge what he was capable of. “You think you’re in a position to order me around?” he asked rhetorically. He took both of her wrists in one hand and ran them down her body to her panties. His hand began to rub her through her panties before he pulled her panties to the side and, without hesitation, two fingers into her pussy. She arched her back at the intrusion. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked her as he began to finger her. “No,” she said, closing her eyes as she tried not to moan. “We both know you enjoy being treated like this,” he said as he curled his fingers inside her and began rubbing her clit. “S-stop,” she said as she felt her orgasm building inside her. Suddenly he did and she whimpered softly as he pulled his fingers out of her. Y/N bit her lip and cursed herself for being so aroused. She gasped as her panties ripped off her body and looked up a few seconds later when she heard him undo his belt; his shirt was already off. He laid on top of her after sliding his pants down and sucked on the skin of her cleavage. Y/N gasped when she suddenly felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She started to try to wiggle away from him again, but Jake grabbed her waist and held her still. “Look at me,” he commanded, grabbing her chin with his other hand to make her look at him. He looked into her eyes as he thrust his cock into her. Jake wrapped his hand around her throat as he began to fuck her quickly. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but whimpered with each of his thrusts. “I know you like it, so stop hiding your moans.” He squeezed her throat a little tighter as he continued to thrust into her, making her gasp; his pressure eased again as she began to moan with each thrust. Jake let go of her waist and let his hand travel down to her pussy before he began to rub her clit quickly as he thrust deep inside her again and again. With his hand wrapped around her throat earlier, he pulled down her bra and began sucking on her nipple. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts and Y/N began to feel her climax building reluctantly inside her. “You should have been a good girl and slept,” he said against her ear as he continued to fuck her. He moaned as he felt her begin to get tighter around him. Jake sat up on his knees and thrust into her as deep as he could. She arched her back as he pushed against her G-spot and cum suddenly. He thrust his cock deep into her pussy one last time before filling her with his hot cum. Jake finally slid out of her and rolled off her down to the other side of the bed. “Next time, stay out of affairs that don’t concern you.” He turned his back to her without another word. When she awoke the next morning, her whole body ached and it took her several minutes to realize what had happened. Y/N saw someone sitting next to her and recognized from his expression that it was Marc. “Baby, what happened?” he asked worriedly, unable to explain what had happened. Steven took control and his eyes moved to her neck and wrists. “Why do you have bruises all over,” he asked; she looked to him. “J-Jake,” she said softly.
A/NThe first one-shot for Steven Grant/Marc Spector. More ideas for Marc/Steven and Oscar Isaac are welcome.
“I hope you all enjoyed the tour. If you want, you can buy a souvenir in our museum store,” the museum guide told the group. Y/N was more than happy that the tour was finally over. She had actually been looking forward to the museum, but the tour had been more than boring. Probably it would have been more exciting if she had gone alone. Still, she wanted to get a little souvenir, so she entered the store. She looked at the various souvenirs and stopped at the sweets. “This has nothing to do with Egypt at all,” she muttered to herself. “That’s what I said before,” said a male voice behind her and she was a little startled. She spun around and saw a dark-haired man standing behind her, holding a box of stuffed animals. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s all right.” She smiled at him and watched as he placed the box on the counter. “So what would you recommend I take?” -She looked around and then pointed to a poster-“A poster like this, maybe-” -Y/N leaned over to read his name tag- “Steven?” He laughed softly and shook. “Better not. The Ennead poster isn’t complete; there are only eight gods there instead of the usual ten.” “A shame,” she sighs playfully, “What would you suggest then?”
“Probably a stuffed animal?” he says, though it sounded more like a question. Steven took one of the stuffed animals out of the box and held it in front of him. “Taweret. Goddess of women and children. Unless you’re looking for something else-” “I’ll take her,” she interrupted him and smiled; Y/N pulled out her purse. “How much is she?” “I…um…” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’ll give it to you.” “You’re really cute, Steven, you know that, right?” she leaned down on the counter. He looked at her in surprise. “You think I’m cute?” “Yes, you are.” -Steven smiled shyly- “And definitely the highlight of the whole museum tour, too.” “Not a fan of the museum?” Steven began to move the stuffed animals to a shelf. “Yes, I am, very much so, but the museum guide was pretty boring and he said pretty little. So I’m pretty disappointed.” “Well then, maybe I should show you around.” -He then seemed to suddenly realize what he had just said- “I mean only if you want to, of course-” “I’d love to,” she said. “Stevie!” exclaimed Donna suddenly as she entered the museum store. “It’s Steven,” he corrected quietly, tapping his name tag. “I’m not paying you to be lazy,” she explained before disappearing. “Very nice your boss,” Y/N said. “You have no idea,” he laughed softly. They both remained silent for several moments before she decided to ask him, “Would you like to grab dinner after work?” Steven looked up at her and nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to,” he finally says hastily when he realized he hadn’t answered yet. “My shift will be over soon. Do you want to wait that long?” Y/N nodded and smiled at him. ———————————————— “So you like working for the museum?” she asked him as they walked through the streets of London. “To some extent. I’d rather be a museum guide, but Donna doesn’t think I’m qualified enough.” “I think you’re more qualified than most people, Steven,” she said, finally stopping outside her apartment door. “I really enjoyed being with you today.” “I…I thought so too,” he said, looking down at the floor. “Maybe we can do it again?” She looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “I’d like that.” “All right, then I’ll just get back to you and we can set up a date?” Y/N nodded with a smile. Steven smiled happily and then backed up; he waved with a smile as he walked down the hall. She turned to the door and unlocked it, but suddenly she was spun around and saw Steven, but his expression had changed. “Steven-,” she began, but was interrupted when he suddenly kissed her passionately. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. “I’d be a fool to end the evening like this,” he said against her lips. She was so distracted by the kiss that she didn’t notice he suddenly had an American accent and he was no longer Steven, but Marc. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips before he carried her into her apartment; her purse dropped carelessly in the hallway of her apartment. Marc closed the door and pushed her against the front door. He broke the kiss and began kissing her neck; his hands wandered to the thumb of her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Where’s your bedroom?” he growled as he kissed her cleavage. “Last door, on the left,” she says breathlessly. Without another word, he pushed her off the door and walked to the room. Marc carried her to the bed and gently dropped her on it; she crawled back, but continued to look at him. She watched as he took off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt and letting both slide carelessly to the floor. His eyes were filled with lust. He crawled onto the bed and pulled her to him by her ankles, letting her wrap her legs around his hips. Marc reached behind her and unclasped her bra and pulled it off. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth while massaging the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. He switched breasts and repeated. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair as he continued his way down. He sat up and unzipped her pants before nearly ripping them and her panties off her body. She couldn’t explain how Steven had suddenly changed so much from cute to dominant, but she wasn’t going to complain. Marc lifted her legs over his shoulders and without wasting a moment began sucking on her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her. “Oh God!” She threw her head back and closed her eyes. He curled his fingers and pushed against her G-spot. Marc fucked her quickly with his fingers; Y/N could feel her climax building more and more inside her. “Steven!” As if she had said something wrong, he stopped and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Before she could say anything, however, his lips were on hers and he was kissing her passionately. His fingers were wrapped in her hair and he pulled her head to the side to nibble on the skin of her neck. His other hand undid his belt and he slid his pants down. Y/N gasped as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance of her pussy. He let go of her hair and linked their hands together. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned loudly as he thrust into her in one hard thrust. Marc pulled out of her as far as he could before thrusting back into her. He began fucking her at a fast and rough pace. With her fersts she pushed his pants further down. “Steven-,” she moaned, but was interrupted when he thrust into her extra deep. “Don’t call me that.” She looked at him in confusion, but managed not to say anything. Marc sat up and wrapped his hand around her throat. His other hand moved down to her clit and he began to rub it quickly. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts and she could feel her climax building inside her again. “Be a good girl and cum around my cock.” She arched her back and her body stiffened as she followed his command and climaxed. Marc thrust deep inside her, filling her pussy with his hot cum. They both breathed heavily as they came down from their climaxes. His cock slid out of her and she felt his cum flow out of her. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arm. After a few minutes, however, his posture changed and he became tense. Y/N looked up at him and saw that his expression was confused. “What am I doing naked in your bed?” asked Steven, looking at her….
