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Steven had an arm around your shoulders, holding you close to his side as a movie droned on in front of you. Steven had come over after he got off work, desperately searching for a cuddle after Donna being a dick to him all day. Not only had Donna been a dick, but Marc and Jake had been arguing in the headspace, yelling loudly enough for Steven to get a headache as they told Steven to snap back at Donna or hurt her in some way.
You'd pulled out a pair of pajamas he'd left over at your place and let him take a hot shower. He'd talked to Marc and Jake through the bathroom mirror, begging them for a night of silence to clear his head, and so far the boys had listened. Steven had told you about them promising to leave him be for tonight, just in case you asked for them or tried talking to them at any point.
Now you were both watching a movie and curled up on the couch. Your mere presence brought him comfort as you snuggled against his chest, pulling a blanket tight around you both.
Steven hadn't been paying attention to the movie, really.
He'd been focused on you.
He was looking over your features, his gaze softening as he watched your eyes. He loved the unconscious motions your face made during certain scenes that came on, and the random moments when a corner of your lip would curl.
Steven loved your lips. He loved kissing you. He loved being able to kiss you. That's the most he's ever done with you. The most he's ever done with anyone, really.
"I love you," Steven blurted out as soon as he remembered he could say it.
You turn to look up at him, gaze softening when your eyes met his. "I love you too, Steven." You settled your head under his chin this time, snuggling closer. Steven swallowed thickly when you kept scooting closer, basically climbing into his lap to cuddle. The lack of space between you both was amazing, but Steven started craving being closer.
He didn't exactly know what 'closer' meant, as well. The feeling was like an itch he couldn't reach, or rather, know how to scratch. You shifted in his lap, his arms snaking around your waist to support you. The movement caused your ass to slightly grind down on his dick, causing him to sharply inhale at the contact.
You didn't seem to notice, simply making yourself comfortable as you turned to watch the movie again.
'Get her to do that again.'
Steven recognized Marc's voice instantly. He instantly scrunched his nose, silently begging the man to leave him be again.
'It felt good, didn't it?' Marc hummed, and Steven replayed the memory of the feeling in his head. He shivered, exhaling as blood rushed to his cock.
Steven prayed you didn't move again. You were perfectly sitting as to not feel his hard on, but if you leaned closer then you'd definitely brush against the tent in his sweats.
His gaze zeroed in on you, watching you with rapt attention in hopes you didn't catch on to his issue. His eyes scanned your face, trying to find any sign of a reaction. Steven's eyes landed on your lips. Your soft, plush lips.
He shut his eyes tightly and tried to think of less distracting things.
'They feel just as good as they look.' It was Jake that time.
"Oh, bloody shut it," Steven snapped. Your focus turned to him instantly, brows furrowed. "Sorry- Sorry, love. Jake and Marc are being a bother again," Steven huffed, looking away from the eye contact.
You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, letting him lean into your touch as you carefully brought his gaze to yours once more. "Tell them it's my time with Steven and they can bother you later," you huff, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.
Steven grins lazily, closing his eyes as your lips make contact with his skin. However, the movement has you brush against his hard cock in his trousers.
'Good luck, buddy.' Marc's voice chimed in.
Suddenly, Steven felt very alone. Something in his mind shifted, alerting him that Jake and Marc were gone. He was just Steven now, no co-fronters or lurkers keeping an eye on him. Just you and him.
And the tent in his pants, that you definitely noticed when you kissed his cheek.
He stared at you, wide-eyed and furrowed brows. "I'm- I'm sorry, love. Didn't mean to, uh... You don't have to do anything! I can excuse myself and- and-" Steven was rambling, face flushed deep and warm.
You brought your hands up to cup his face again, stalling his rambling and locking his gaze on yours.
"Do you want me to do something?" You ask, carefully avoiding his erection in case he wasn't ready. You'd fucked Jake and Marc before, but Steven had always shied away from intimate moments before. Of course, you'd only been dating them for a few months now and Steven wanted to 'properly' romance you for a while.
You could see the thoughts swirling behind his eyes. His pupils were expanding and contracting rapidly as he thought, his mouth hung open with failed sentences.
"Hey, Steven. Love, relax a little bit," you comforted him, using your thumbs to rub circles on his cheeks. " 'm not gonna judge or shame you for whatever you say, alright?"
Steven silently nodded.
"Do you want me to do something about your little issue?" You ask, tilting your head a bit.
He hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding. You smiled at him, stroking his face with your thumb as he leaned into your palm.
"Can you use your words?" You ask him, watching his mouth close as he swallowed harshly.
"Y-Yes."
"Yes, you can use your words, or yes you want me to help you out?" You ask for clarification, giving him another chance to back out.
"Yes. Yes to both-" He laughed at himself, his gaze flicking between your eyes.
Slowly, you leaned forward and let your lips meet his. Steven knew how to do this part. He loved this part. He loved kissing you.
You slid your arms around his neck to slightly deepen the kiss, brushing your tongue against his bottom lip. Tentatively, you felt Steven open his mouth. As your tongue brushed against his, you wondered if he'd try and take control of the situation. Marc and Jake loved taking control of situations like this, forcing their tongues down your throat until you were breathless and near begging.
Steven was taking his time, carefully letting you explore his mouth as his hands hovered around your hips, his grip shakey.
You broke the kiss for air, resting your forehead against his.
"Sorry. I'm sorry, I dont- I don't know how-"
"Would you like me to show you?" You cut him off before he can spiral. His eyes are still closed as he slightly pulls back and nods.
Your lips are on his again almost instantly, pushing him back against the couch as your tongue enters his mouth. You shift your position to straddle him, slightly lifting yourself to avoid touching his erection. Steven moans as your fingers find their way into his hair, slightly tugging at the curls.
You kiss him breathless until his hands settle on your hips.
"You can touch me, Steven," you assure him, connecting your lips to his. Steven's hands carefully slide under your shirt, his fingers shaking as they rest on your bare skin. You tug at his hair, forcing his head back and exposing his neck. You peck the corner of his lips, then his jaw, then trailing down his neck to his pulse point. Steven moans when you suck on his skin, hips bucking up involuntarily and grip tightening.
"Just like that, love," you nuzzle the forming bruise and hum as his hands tentatively pull your shirt up in a silent question. You leave a wet kiss on his neck before leaning back and stripping off your shirt, exposing your bra to him.
Steven groans as you carefully lower your hips to grind against him, throwing his head back in pleasure. His hands connect to your hips again, carefully sliding to rest just below your breasts.
"You can do it, love," you assure him, leaning forward to press your forehead against his again. Steven carefully moves his hands to unclup your bra, hands shakey enough for him to fumble with the hooks and swear under his breath... If you count him mumbling "Oh, bullocks," as swearing, that is.
The second he manages to unclip it, you lean back and allow him to slide your bra off your arms. It's discarded along with your shirt, and his hands instantly move to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your ripples as he watches your reaction with wide eyes.
"You're beautiful, love. So gorgeous- absolutely breathtaking. All mine, you're all mine," Steven mumbles, nuzzling between your boobs to place a wet kiss against the flesh.
You carefully settle your hands on his shoulders and push him back, earning a high-pitched whine. "Seems a little unfair that I'm the only shirtless one here," you tease, tugging at the collar of his sweatshirt. Steven is quick to lean back and pull his shirt off in a swift tug, tossing it into the growing pile of your clothes.
Instantly, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his cheek against your belly, just below your breasts and holds you close, almost hiding his own chest from you.
"Steven, love. You didn't need to take it off if you weren't comfortable showing me," you tell him, running your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. He began tracing circles against your bare skin before carefully pulling you down onto his lap far enough that he could press his ear over your heart.
He didn't speak, instead closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You felt him tapping a steady rhythm against your hip, recognizing the pattern as your rapid heartbeat that you could feel pounding in your chest.
"You alright, pretty boy?" You ask, carefully tugging at his hair in an attempt to slightly pull him back. Steven nods, letting out a shakey exhale before kissing the skin at the top of your boob.
You hum in encouragement, arching your back towards him as he gains his confidence, carefully tracing his kisses down your left tit, hesitating once he neared your nipple.
"Steven," you say his name breathlessly in encouragement, feeling the heat returning between your legs. His hot tongue darts out to swipe across the bud, flattening it with his tongue. You arch sharply at that, moaning and accidentally tugging his hair.
Steven takes the encouragement in stride, sucking your nipple into his mouth and ravishing it with his hot tongue. The suction and strokes of his tongue have you moaning land rutting against his thigh like a bitch in heat. Steven may be experimenting with everything he's doing, but he's managing to press all the right buttons.
Just before your nipple becomes too sensitive, Steven releases the bud and gasps softly for air before sucking the other one into his mouth to give it the same treatment. He brings his thumb up to rub against your now wet nipple, almost playing with the feeling of his saliva on your skin.
Steven moans around the bud, the vibrations and sound sending another wave of slick right to your cunt. Steven wasn't meaning to tease and you didn't want to rush him, but your cunt was begging for attention, and you could feel his hardness poking into your thigh.
"Steven, please," you moaned, trying to push his head lower and encourage him to touch you lower.
Instead, you seemed to trigger something in Steven. In an instant, he lifted you off his hips and nearly threw you onto the couch, pinning you against the cushions and kissing between your breasts that were slick with his spit.
"I want to taste more of you," he begged, out of breath. Drool was hanging from his parted lips, which were slightly swollen. His mouth was just as desperate as his voice as he began trailing wet kisses down your belly. Your back arched off the couch as his lips stopped at your belly button. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, slipping under your underwear as well.
"Yes, Steven," you encouraged, lifting your hips to allow him to strip off the remainder of your clothes. Once you were fully nude, Steven sat back to admire you.
His face was flushed a deep shade of red, and his mouth hung slightly agape as he took in your nude form. His eyes were dark and his pupils were blown wide with just. You watched his gaze trail from your face, to your breasts (which were covered in forming hickeys), down to your dripping folds. He moaned at the sight, his eyelids drooping.
He carefully lowered himself onto his elbows, kissing the side of your knee. You threw your head back, unable to keep eye contact with him when he was staring at your cunt like a starved man. The sight alone was going to make you cum.
He kissed your inner thigh before sucking on the flesh there with intent to leave a mark. With what little sense you could make in your brain, you noted that he liked leaving marks. Steven let out a moan as he sucked on your skin, and you also noted that he was a very vocal lover. Almost everything he did to you pulled a moan from him.
His lips moved to another spot on your thigh where he sucked yet another bruise. Slowly, he turned his head, breath ghosting over your slick folds for a moment before his lips landed to suck a mark onto your other thigh.
"Steven, please. Please, please, touch me," you begged, wiggling your hips to try and guide him to where you needed him most. He brought his face closer to your folds now, carefully spreading your legs farther apart, which you happily obliged to.
He stopped just before your slit, instead sucking a mark into the crease of your thigh. You moaned out, gripping the cushion tightly as he sucked hard. He released the skin with a wet pop before finally turning to your cunt.
Tentatively, he slid his nose against the wet heat, spreading your folds apart as his tongue tentatively slipped between them. That drew the loudest moan from you yet, and Steven released a similar sound. He immediately dove his tongue back between your folds, licking a long stripe up.
His tongue brushed against your clip, causing you to release a guttural sound and flinch. Instantly, Steven locked his arms around your thighs and pulled you against his face, digging his tongue between your folds to taste your hole as his nose brushed against your clit. You nearly kicked him in shock, thighs shaking with pleasure as you tried your hardest to not crush his face between your legs.
Steven moaned, eating out your cunt like his life depended on it and nearly whimpering with his own pleasure. He held you flush against his face, keeping you from pulling to fae away as he began to tongue at your hole, barely breaching the rim as he thrusting his tongue inside of you.
"Fuck, Steven- I- I'm gonna-"
He moaned against you, pulling you somehow closer and burying his tongue as deep into your hole as he could, swirling around the muscle to taste your walls. His nose was flush against your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub. He moaned into your cunt again, the vibrations being enough to push you over the edge. Your thighs clamped tightly against his head as you came, drawing another loud noise from the man between your legs.
Steven held you in place as you came down from the high, pressing your quivering thighs tightly against his ears. As you released him, he pulled away with a dopey grin on his face, his lower jaw slick with your juices.
Steven settled his hands on your knees, carefully spreading your legs apart once more. You noticed the tent still in his pants and lazily reached for him. Steven carefully swatted your hand away and carefully rubbed your thighs in soothing circles. He slowly leaned forward, climbing over you in search of a kiss.
You pulled him on top of you, smashing your lips together and enjoying the taste of yourself on your tongue.
"So good, you're so good, love," you whispered, running your hands through his hair. Steven was spurred on by the praise, tracing a hand down your side before bringing it around to circle your cunt. You whined as he used to fingers to spread you open, burying his face against your next.
Carefully, he slid the two fingers inside of you, whining at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his fingers. He gently kissed your neck as he began to move his fingers, starting with gentle thrusts of the digits. Your legs shook with the sensation and a broken moan left your throat as he picked up the pace. He kissed the spot below your ear, gently nipping at your lobe.
"C'mon love. Another one for me?" He hummed, moving his thumb to brush your clit. The overstimulation brought you back to the edge quickly and suddenly you were cumming on his fingers and gasping for air as he finger fucked you through your second orgasm.
He kept the digits inside you, watching your face as you came back to reality. He was smiling at you, staring at you as if you hung the moon and stars in the sky and not like he just made you come twice. His gaze was full of love and adoration as he carefully removed his fingers from your soaked cunt, carefully bringing the digits up to his mouth to suck clean.
You felt his still-hard cock press against your leg and took the next initiative, bringing your hands up to grab his forearm of the hand in his mouth. He watched intently as you pulled his fingers from his mouth and brought them to your own lips, sucking lewdly.
You swirled your tongue around the digits, acting as if it was his cock. Steven slowly sat up, pulling you into a sitting position with him. He let out a shakey breath as your removed his fingers from your mouth, keeping a gentle grip on his arm.
"Your turn," you tell him, letting go of his arm and leaning forward to grope him through his clothes. Steven shut his eyes tightly and threw back his head in a moan at the feeling of his cock getting attention.
"Pants off," you demanded, trying your hardest to sound assertive while still a bit fuck-drunk. Steven nodded vigorously and removed his pants and boxers in a swift movement, moaning as his dick sprung free.
You've seen his dick before. It was the same one that Marc and Jake had fucked you with after all, but it was still huge every time you saw it. His cock was thick and long, curving slightly toward his chest. The tip was flushed a dark red and leaking pre-cum. His cock was slick with the fluid, glistening and nearly making your mouth water.
You leaned forward slowly, giving Steven time to mentally prepare before your lips made contact with the sensitive head. Steven groaned and his hips instantly bucked, nearly gagging you on his cock. You'd expected it, thankfully, and opened your throat for him to slide into. You'd made a choked sound as he hit the back of your throat and nearly triggered your gag reflex, and Steven instantly tangled his hands in your hair and pulled you off his cock.
"Sorry! I'm sorry- I'm so sorry-" He was stuttering and breathing heavily, trying his hardest to force his hips back against the couch. Once his grip loosened, you firmly placed your hands on his hips to hold him in place and took him into your mouth once again. Steven moaned a deep, guttural sound and tensed against your hands.
"Fuck," he breathed out, throwing his head back. You don't know what turned you on more: Steven's dick down your throat, or the fact your mouth made Steven swear in front of you for the first time.
He didn't fit fully in your mouth, and you knew that from experience. You waited until you were satisfied that Steven could keep from choking you with his dick before releasing one hand and bringing it to wrap around the base of his dick. He whined at the contact and brought a fist to his mouth, fighting down.
You quickly found out what drew the most sounds from him and kept repeating those actions over and over again, bringing him closer to the edge each time. A gentle squeeze at the base of his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip and lathing it over his slit, gently sucking at the tip, and fitting as much of him in your mouth as you could and swallowing around him.
It didn't take long for Steven to start stuttering out warnings.
"I- I- I'm- Please, I'm gonna-"
You pulled your mouth off him, continuing to stroke him as you placed a kiss on his pectoral. "You can come in my mouth, love," you tell him, leaning down to take him back into your mouth.
Steven stopped you from taking him back into your mouth with a tight hand in your hair. You stilled your hand as well, looking up at his face. His eyes were half closed and a thin layer of sweat was dusted over his skin. His curls were messed up, a fee sticking straight up and some sticking to his forehead.
"I- I want-" Steven began, letting go of your hair as you sat up beside him. He struggled to find his words, looking away from you to try and find his confidence again.
"Yes, love? What do you want?" You ask him, placing a comforting hand on his chest. He placed his hand over yours and squeezed it once.
"Inside," he pleaded, turning to face you. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you couldn't deny him in the slightest. You grinned at him, carefully moving to straddle his hips again. Steven firmly planted his hands on your hips, holding you there.
"Condom? Do we need-?"
"I'm on the pill, love. Don't worry," you assure him, bringing a hand between you both to grab his cock. You line him up with your entrance, shiverring as his head slips between your folds.
Steven mumbles something incoherent, tightening his grip on your hips and leaning his head against your chest. You can feel his hands shaking as you carefully lower yourself onto his cock, moaning at the stretch. Steven makes a half-choked sound like a wounded animal, the noise eventually turning into a drawn out moan.
Once you bottom out, you settle your weight onto him. Steven moves the slightest bit, causing you to let out a startled yelp and slightly jump as he moves inside you.
Suddenly, his breath hitches and his muscles tense all over again, the hands on your hips becoming near death-grip.
"Dios mio, mi vida..." The words leave his mouth breathlessly and you recognize the voice of Jake. He pulls you flush against him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck as you release a groan.
"Steve- Steven?" You mumble out his name, unable to form a coherent sentence with this thick cock inside you.
"Shh, it's alright. He got a bit overwhelmed. I don't think he meant to switch out, I just got yanked to the front," Jake huffs, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You taking care of him?" Jake teasingly asks, rocking his hips to draw a moan out of you. You kiss his neck and whine, clutching his shoulders tightly.
"Found him, mi amor. You ready to have him back?" Jake asks softly. You nod and hum, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck.
Jake's grip falters for a moment before settling back to a soft hold on your hip.
"Sorry about that, darling," Steven kissed the side of your head.
"Shut up 'n fuck me," you half joke, rocking your hips.
"Nghk- Oh-kay," he sighed out, carefully tightening his grip on your hips to carefully lift you up. Instead of bringing you back down, he thrusted up to meet you. You nuzzled more against his neck, leaving soft kissed of encouragement as he fucked into you, muttering soft praises and countless pet names.
"So perfect, love. Taking me so well."
"So good, you feel so good."
"I love you- Fuck, I love you."
"Just like that, mmh, oh gods, you feel amazing."
The spew of praises helped bring you to your third orgasm of the day. You clenched tightly around his cock, going limp as he fucked into you to meet his release.
"I'm close- So close-" He moaned out, dropping you onto his cock and grinding upwards into you. He hit deep, feeling like he was rearranging your guts with his dick. You clenched around him again, settling limply against his body as you felt his cock twitch and release inside you.
The warmth filled your hole, causing you to clench around him once more, forcing some of the hot ropes to mix with your spend and drip down his cock, leaking out of you. Steven held you tightly against his chest, kissing the side of your head and rubbing you back.
"So good. So good for me, love," he muttered, voice hoarse. Both of you were a little cum drunk at the moment, lazily holding each other.
Steven came back to his senses first and suddenly he was lifting you up, pulling out of you and holding you bridal-style. You nuzzle into his neck, groaning in complaint.
He chuckled, kissing your forehead a s walking towards the bathroom.
"It's late, love. I'm running you a bath, then we're going to cuddle and go to sleep. Got it?" He said, carefully settling you to sit on the toilet. You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself and whining at the loss of contact. Steven started the water and darted from the bathroom.
He stuck his head around the doorframe a second later, a wide smile on his face.
"I love you," he mumbled, grinning ear to ear.
"I love you too," you smile back at him, watching as he disappeared to grab you clean clothes.