💙Oscar Isaac💜

Miguel O’Hara

You would think a guy the size of him would like anything else, but no. He could perhaps already cover most of your skin with just one hand, but your smaller chest kind of turns him on (anything about you does), he can take each of your breasts in his hands, which further gets his size kink going.

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Santiago Garcia

Santi appreciates the smaller things in life, that also goes for your chest. Most of the time he just tells you to sleep without your top (preferably naked) so he can sneak glances at them when you’re sleeping.

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Poe Dameron

Pretty sure he has some kind of tit fetishes, he’s very random, but he sure loves your tits. Wants you squeezed against him when you’re sleeping just so he can feel them. If anyone has something against your breast size Poe will kick their asses until they apologize directly to you. He doesn’t take body shaming lightly!

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Marc/Steven/Jake

Hehe

To say they hate one part of your body is a big lie, they love everything! Especially your squeezable parts 😏 sure they each like to squeeze different spots, but they all have one thing in common: They love having your breasts against them, whether it be squeezed against their chest, feeling them against their arms as they wrap their arms around you from behind, or just feeling them in their hands.

If someone has the audacity to say something bad that person gets a punch to the face by Steven, a broken nose by Marc and a bullet wound by Jake.

Please give them your boobs at least once per week

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Victor Frankenstein

This is where the fun begins 😏

How about a glass of milk my dear? You can be sure as hell that this man has a certified mommy kink. Small breast? No problem! Victor likes his dearest chest in any sizes! No matter the size, Victor’s mouth covers them all!

Not sure if you’re lucky that he doesn’t have a secret lactation kink or he himself doesn’t know it yet but if he does have one, you would definitely feel it.

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It was this time again, Josh and Lindsay had a small dispute. Lindsay accused Josh of smoking when he had to look after their dog, and instead ended up hallucinating some weird stuff.

Josh of course told her that she’s going through some phase again and needed to let it out on him.

Now he’s sitting in his car, gripping the steering wheel hard enough his knuckles went white. On the passenger seat is a half empty bottle of scotch. He leaned back, resting his head against the head rest and grabbed his phone.

He dialed your number, his thumb just hovered over the button.

Should he call you and come over? Should he call you and just cry? Or should he take his laptop and rub one off while paying some slut for some fake attention?

Josh contemplated for a long moment, but decided to call you. Lindsay doesn’t know about you, he keeps you as his little secret he goes to whenever they had a fight.

You were much better and more attentive than any online slut could ever be.

He brought his phone to his ear and listened to the beeping, until finally

“Josh?”

Hearing your voice always made him smile. “Yeah, hey, uh listen, can I come over? Linds and I had another confrontation.”

A soft sigh came from your end. “Josh. I’m sorry about it, but I have to get up early tomorrow and—“

Josh patted his thigh and smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. “You can’t? Sweetheart I thought we had something going.”

There was a long silence. “…fine, come over.”

Josh hung up first, he still had his confident smile. He always had a way to make you do what he wants.

A while later he arrived at your place, parked his car and knocked on your door.

Josh beams once he finally got to see your face. “Hey, sweetheart!” He opened his arms for a hug.

As you slowly hugged him back the stench of the scotch invaded your nose, making you cringe. “Josh, are you drunk?”

Josh laughed, he patted your back before taking a step back. “Drunk?” He looked like as if you insulted him. “Nah, I’m feeling as good as ever, babe.”

He entered your home, making himself comfortable in your living room and patted the place next to him on the couch.

You silently sat down and let out a small breath, knowing why he was here. Usually when he came over after a fight with Lindsay he wanted to do much more than just talking. “So, what happened?”

Josh leaned back, putting his hands on his lap and let out a long sigh. “Linds asked me to watch over our dog, and yeah I smoked some, but the dog was asleep. Of course Lindsay only tells her part of the story as always.”

He looked at you and slowly leaned forward. “But if I’m being honest, Jerking off to online sluts isn’t doing it anymore. I need something real, I need you.”

“Josh. I know you want me to help you but—“

He cut you off mid sentence. “That’s exactly why I’m here, I need your help. Don’t tell me the generous amount of money I transferred to your bank account was just for fun.”

He gave a small smile, the kind of smile that told you he had the power over you.

You scratched the back of your neck. “What do you want?” You asked reluctantly although you already knew the answer.

His gaze suddenly became harder. “Take off your clothes.”

You frowned.

“Now.”

He leaned back again, watching you undress, his eyes slowly wandering up and down your body.

While undressing you noticed a slow bulge forming at the center of his pants. Josh unzipped them and got his cock out to stroke himself slowly.

Once undressed Josh got comfortable and pats his lap. “Get up here sweetheart.”

You hesitantly straddled his lap, his hands came to your hips to help you. “Damn, look at you. So gorgeous.”

He grabbed his cock, aligning it with your cunt and encouraging you to sink down. “Come on baby, ride me, show me the love my own wife isn’t giving me.”

You slowly lowered yourself, taking him in and letting his cock stretch you out all the way until you’re sitting on him.

Josh closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “Oh fuck, honey. You’re so good, please keep going.”

You kept going, slowly at first, watching him lose it before speeding up.

Josh gasped. “You’re so good, please don’t stop, I need you.” His mouth was a bit open, he watched you riding him in awe.

Your cunt pulsed around his cock, you weren’t expecting for your orgasm to approach just yet.

Josh was getting close too, his grip on your hips tightened, he was squeezing and digging so hard, his own hips thrusting up into you.

“Sweetheart I’m close.” He rasped, “I’m so-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence without a sudden groan coming out of him and his cum filling you up.

Feeling the warmth had you falling apart on him, you had to grab his shoulders in order to not collapse onto him before rolling off to the side and catching your breath.

Josh tugged his soft cock back into his pants, his hands came landed on your thigh, giving a soft squeeze. “You’ve made me very happy. But I’m afraid I’ll have to come back soon.” He chuckled as if telling something wholesome.

He got up, straightened his clothes and looked back at you. “I hope you liked it because it’s gonna happen again, you’re such a good girl for me.”

Josh smiled at you one last time before he left, but he intended to pay you another visit very soon, perhaps even without dealing with Lindsay’s tantrums.

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You and Marc just got back from a mission, of course given his protectiveness, he always had you covered behind his back while he was dishing out the damage wearing his suit.

“You know you should take me with you on missions more often.”

Marc gave you a teasing look. “Why? You like seeing me working my ass off?”

He dropped his gear and deliberately began pulling his shirt off while walking towards the bathroom, giving you the perfect view of his back and shoulder blades muscles flexing as he moves.

You couldn’t tear your eyes off him as you watched him disappear, then mused playfully. “No but seeing you in the suit is pretty hot.”

You could hear the water running, then splashes, some rustling before shortly after, Marc returned, his hair damp and handsomely disheveled with a few droplets glistening on his bare chest.

You stared, but he caught you. “Hot, hm?” He grinned, making his way over to you and pulled you closer.

“How hot?” He spoke in that lower tone that told you everything about how he would like your answer to be.

“Hmmm, I don’t know… fuckable?”

He raised an eyebrow and gave a subtle smirk. “Yeah? Fuckable? Want me to fuck you in the suit, babygirl?”

This caught you off guard. “I mean…. yes?” You grinned now.

Marc grinned back. “Alright, go to the bedroom and wait for me.”

You excitedly did what he said and walked away to get ready.

Soon enough Marc had you on your back, his hands forced your legs open while he slowly got on his knees, his bright white eyes watched you while he leaned in towards your pussy, the bottom half of his mask was pulled away only revealing his mouth and a peek of his nose.

He dragged the tip of his tongue through your wet folds and prodded your hole with teasing licks that had you biting down on your lower lip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You gripped the sheets hard, slightly bucking your hips up into him from the overwhelming sensation.

He caught your gaze and gave one last lick. “Poor thing, already too much?” One of his hands came up to play with your hole teasingly. “I’m far from done sweetheart.” His fingers, now slightly bigger due to the suits wrapping, pushed into your pussy with ease thanks to your wetness, stretching you open wider than usual.

“The hero put a lot of effort into keeping his girl safe and now he wants to enjoy himself greatly as a reward.”

His fingers curled, hitting you in a way that made your breath hitch, increasing the pace gradually until your head fell back against the pillow.

“Want my cock baby?” He asked teasingly.

You nod your head, gasping again when he spread his fingers inside you.

Marc clicked his tongue. “Use your mouth, honey.” He demanded softly.

He thrusts his fingers slowly now, knowing this will turn you into mush. “Yes!” You managed to choke out.

“Yeah you do, hmm? Want Moon Knight’s cock?”

“Yes I want it— I need it!”

He spread his fingers once more, which caused your hips bucking up and you biting your lip.

“You’re such a good girl, yeahhh, c’mon squeeze my fingers baby. Cum if you want my cock!” He moved them faster, keeping them a bit spread to hit it good.

You tensed up, trying your best not to scream in pleasure, but failed miserably as a moan came straight out of you the moment your orgasm hit, coating his wrapped fingers in your juices.

Marc pulled them out, the mask concealing his face again and straightened up and grabbed your ankles to pull you into him. The suit part that covered his crotch disappeared leaving only his hard cock visible.

“Hope you’re ready to cum again. And again.” His bright eyes watched you while he positioned himself and immediately thrusts inside with a shaky groan at how easily he slipped into you thanks to your first orgasm.

You gasped due to overstimulation but your generous wetness quickly made up for it as he started thrusting.

Marc grabbed your legs, spreading them wider so he could give you every inch as deep as possible.

“My cock still stretches you better than my fingers ever could, hm?”

Your back arched at that.

He noticed and chuckled. “Yeah your body agrees.” He said teasingly, giving slower thrusts to rile you up more.

Normally with how long you two kept doing it he would already show signs of his orgasm approaching, but now it doesn’t seem like he’s breaking a sweat.

You on the other hand felt that familiar build up again, with every smack of his hips against yours.

“Marc are you close?”

Marc leaned over and placed one hand beside your head. “No, are you?” He asked with a small tilt of his head.

He wasn’t kidding, which doesn’t surprise you, because when it comes to sex this man is never kidding.

He wasn’t even breathing heavy, like he’s far away from orgasm.

Marc hit that spot that made you moan and he knew you were. If not from your desperation, then from the way your cunt is squeezing his cock.

He sped up just so you could reach your peak again, and this time it hit you hard.

Marc let out a sudden hiss when your pussy had his dick in chokehold and gushed on it.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathed, but he still didn’t cum, although now, he was getting there.

“One more and I’ll give it to you.” Marc rasped, thrusting faster despite your second orgasm.

You, completely overstimulated, despite exhaustion, felt another one coming rapidly.

You gripped his wrist firmly. “Marc- I’m gonna cum again.”

He groaned, determined to get you and himself off.

“I’m so close honey, so close.”

“Yeah me too.”

Marc had no rhythm now, his thrust sloppy and heavy.

You came again and he came at the same time as you. He held himself over you for a moment before the suit disappeared and he rolled off onto his back.

You two just laid there to catch your breath, and once you did, you let out a small laugh.

“Goddamn what is wrong with you.” You looked over, seeing him with a very proud smile.

“Nothing.” He said, still having that shit eating grin.

After a moment of silence, he scoots a little closer to you. “So what do you say, wanna do it again sometime?”

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Steven kissed you back eagerly and it seemed like he was holding back to intensify the kiss even more.

So you're not gonna share or what?

Steven awkwardly pulled back and gazed up. “But she kissed me first.”

The conversation made you raise an eyebrow and grin. “Marc getting jealous again?”

No

“Yeah he is.”

Shut up

Steven let out a little snort. “He can't help himself.”

“I swear, one day you two will have a mental boxing match.” I giggled.

Steven huffed out a little breath. “Sometimes we do, right mate?” He gazed up once more, as if asking Marc directly.

Yeah. I hope you don’t mind harder punches for kissing her.

“Ooh- Aaandd, Marc’s pissed.” Steven chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.

You rolled your eyes and nudged his shoulder with a smile. “You two are one, so if anything, I belong to both of you.”

Steven’s gaze immediately snapped onto yours. “Really? You mean that?” His eyes focused on only yours with an intensity that spoke volumes about how he felt.

You assured him. “Yes, you two only.”

Steven gazed up again. “Satisfied?”

Now that’s better. Wanna show her buddy?

Steven nodded. “Yeah, let’s show her.”

You watched as Steven took one step closer to you. “Show me what?”

Steven grabbed your waist, “That you’re ours. Now up you go.” He helped you onto the hood of the vehicle, already working on undressing your lower half.

“Hey wait, what if someone sees us, what if—“ His hand came up to shush you with a finger on your lips.

He shrugged. “Then they’ll get a show.”

Steven was gone, it’s Marc now.

“Shit- you can’t be serious— here?!”

Marc leaned in towards you. “Dead. Fucking. Serious.” He whispered menacingly.

Marc suddenly kissed you, pulling you against his body, his cock hardened fast as he moved his hips against you.

He quickly pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to grab his pre cum weeping dick and aligned himself with you, giving teasingly slow thrusts to only let the tip spread you open.

“Relax love, it’s just us out here.” It’s Steven again, who now thrusts into you.

You gripped his wrist, biting your lip as he bottomed out.

“Surprised?” Steven asks, pulling back just to thrust harder into you.

“About w-what?” You gasped.

Steven grinned. “About how fast we made up our mind.”

“I thought Marc was pissed?”

Steven slowed his thrusts, “Well, yeah, until you made that deal. That you belong to us.”

“Now he’s not pissed anymore?”

He thrusts slowly, “Quite the opposite, love. And me too.” Steven teased, kissing you softly.

One of his hands moved down to squeeze your thigh possessively, the other slowly moved up to your throat, not gripping harsh, but with enough strength to show you who’s boss.

“You’re not complaining, are you honey?”

Marc again.

His thrust became faster, his hand on your thigh squeezed again.

“You love it that you belong to us, huh?”

“Yes.”

Marc smiled with satisfaction. “Feels good, hm?”

“Ye-eess!” You moaned as another forceful thrust makes your toes curl.

“Fuck yeah I can feel it!” Marc groaned, getting sloppier now.

The hood under you was a mess, their pre cum and your juices. You knew he was close the moment you felt him twitch, his and your breathing got heavier and your pussy squeezed his cock from your imminent orgasm.

“Fuck— I’m- I’m gonna cum!” You announced.

Marc gently squeezed your throat. “Then make us happy and cum.”

As if on cue, you couldn’t hold back any longer and it hit you like an ice cold breeze, gushing all over his dick.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Marc chuckled, unloading himself inside you just seconds after you.

His hand from your throat came down to steady himself on the hood with a thud.

“Shit…” Marc panted, looking down at the mess they made.

After a moment of coming down from the height of your and their orgasm Marc lifted you off the hood and back on the ground.

Now it’s Steven again.

“That was one bloody hell of a ride, eh?”

You looked at him, exhausted. “Yeah it was.”

Steven smiled. “Alright, now that we’ve shown you, let’s get moving again.”

He lead you back into the car where you slumped back to catch your breath.

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You want to break the bubble he’s in, kiss his cheek and massage the tension away but you don’t want him to feel pressured or rushed. You want to respect his own time to open up.

Yet curiosity is eating you alive. What could he have to say to be in this state? That he doesn’t even know how to start? Is he married? Is he a fugitive? Is he in danger? Is he scaping someone or something? In which case, would he be the good guy or the bad guy?

Even when the image of your cute neighbor purposely hurting someone seems completely ridiculous to you, it takes you by surprise the thought that comes next.

Would that make any difference to you and how you feel about him?

It shocks you that, even now, you’re just… intrigued, not afraid. Whatever is tormenting him you want to help, not run away.

The acknowledgment illuminates feelings you’re not ready to name.

You intervene when his breathing quickens, he’s getting more and more disturbed with every passing second.

“I wish I could follow wherever you go when you get lost in your mind” you whisper, moving the soft curls away from his face, catching the attention of his eyes.

Steven immediately stops the whirlpool he’s in, melting at your touch. The emotion produced by your words echoes inside him, in hearts still fighting not to let you in completely.

“I’m looking a bit dodgy, aren’t I?” He asks, concerned.

“Just a little bit,” you joke with a soft smile.

He leans in to steal a kiss from your lips. Then he inhales and, finally, speaks.

He starts with the history of Egyptian Gods, he tells you about The Ennead, about Taweret, Ammit and Konshu, the God of the Moon. How he intervenes in human lives, protecting the travelers of the night through his avatar.

And you are completely lost, trying to follow the completely unexpected path his rapid babble has taken through ancient names and beliefs until—

Until Steven says he was an avatar himself for a brief period of time.

He tells you about the things that happened in Egypt, about why he had to go so urgently. How he went inside the pyramids and discovered the tomb of Alexander the Great. How even when he experienced things he couldn’t ever imagine existed he was relieved he wasn’t Konshu’s avatar anymore.

You are trying to make sense of the things he’s saying but it’s too much information to take all at once. He’s jumping from one thing to another. Just a few minutes ago you weren’t even sure you believed in god, much less in the plural sense of the word.

He’s talking about things your brain is struggling to accept.

But you see truth in his eyes, in the way he’s telling you all this. He believes what he’s saying.

Making you, somehow, believe it too.

So when he meets your eyes, expectantly, all you can say is:

"I don't understand—I don't understand most of it… or any of it. But I believe you."

Your words seem to reassure him because just when he hears them he tells you about Marc.

Marc.

Marc and their little brother.

He talks about the accident. About Marc being Konshu’s avatar. About how during all these years he didn’t even know about Marc until just a few months ago.

“I was afraid, I couldn’t tell the difference between my waking life and my dreams. I would go to sleep, then have these violent nightmares, then wake up in the middle of my life without remembering how did I get there,” he keeps blurting out, a little bit calmer this time, with your interlaced with his. “And—and Konshu terrified me the first few times he appeared in front of me, searching for Marc. Seeing him I thought I had lost my mind”.

He explains to you how he feels him, how Marc lives in the silences between his thoughts. How he knows he’s there even when he’s not speaking to him.

And how Marc didn’t want Steven to tell you all of this.

“Marc was constantly reminding me that I shouldn’t get too attached to you, that I shouldn’t let my hopes up because you didn’t know about Konshu, about what had really happened in Egypt and about him, about his existence. So every time I would try to tell you he would talk me out of it saying that you might not be ready yet. That it—that it might scare you off. And I tried making him understand that you wouldn’t but he just repeated that I would lose you over and over and it started to get into my head. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but I didn’t know how either. The whole thing sounds taken out of a bloody weird-magical-ancient-creepy Disney story, doesn’t it?”

It kind of did.

You get that part. But why did he start the conversation with all The Moon God thing? It would have been easier to explain and follow if he had started telling you about Marc first. Was he —or were they— more concerned about your reaction to Marc’s existence than about them being some sort of god’s incarnation? Those times you've seen Steven lose himself in thought was he actually talking to Marc? Was Marc the one in the elevator and was he earlier in the bathroom when you felt Steven’s demeanor change? Had he been around more than those two times and you didn't realize it?

“Is he with us now? Listening to the conversation?” You hear yourself ask out loud.

You have so many questions and all of them are forming inside your head at the same time.

“No, no… He left when I started talking because he didn’t want me to.”

Has he been forced to spend time with you? Is that the reason he didn't want you to know about him? Because you might want to meet him? Or maybe it's that Marc doesn't trust you? Steven said he had taken care of him since they were little. Maybe he didn’t approve of you?

“Was he right?” he asks with a softer voice and a harder grip on your hand.

The vulnerability behind his eyes blanks your mind for a moment.

“What? Sorry, was he right about what?”

“About me losing you.”

He’s looking at you as if he is waiting to listen to a death sentence and you know him enough to see he really believes that you are going to reject him, that you are going to run away. A part of your heart breaks with the idea of them believing they have to hide themselves to be loved. You want to hurt whoever has hurt them before. And although right now your head is not working well with all the information you just received, knowing that you need to process it all, you are sure that both now and tomorrow, a week or a month later your heart will feel the same way for him.

“Why would you? You are still you.”

A thousand different emotions and thoughts pass through his face, but instead of trying to vocalize any of them, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you in a way he has never done before.

Strong, passionate, as in a form of recognition: you may feel for me the same as I feel for you.

And although the lack of air is clouding your head more than already is, you kiss him back with the same intensity. Telling him without words: I do, I do, I do.

All of your senses are soon overtaken by him. And even when the last functioning part of your brain is telling you that you probably shouldn't be doing this right now as soon as he’s moaning in your mouth your reasoning is walking out of the room, leaving you alone with Steven and his lips on your skin, and his hands on your hips pushing you against him, and the heat of his body warming yours, and the smell of his essence making you want to be closer and closer, and the feel of him already hard under you.

“Love, you’ll have to guide me through this,“ his mouth whispers against your ear before devoting itself to spread eager kisses throughout your neck. You’re not sure if the goosebumps that take over you are induced by his lips or his words. Or by the low hum he gives you when you throw your head back to give him more space, unable to resist him. Or by how his hands keep holding your hips, slowly grinding you into him. Probably all of them.

But when he reaches your clavicle you hold his face between your hands to stop him. As much as you want to take off his clothes and just jump into him you want to be loving and gentle, just like he’s with you. You don't have to go all the way in tonight, you can show him other things.

“We’ll take it slow. You can change your mind any time, ok?”

You wait till he nods in understanding to begin unbuttoning his shirt, following the new path of exposed skin with a racing heart and shaky fingers. You never thought skin could be attractive, but his is. It’s inviting even, all velvet soft and golden dim glow under the faint light of your bedroom.

When you finally reach the last button, you take a moment to run your palm from his lower stomach all the way up to his cheek at an unhurried, steady pace. Your fingers tingle as you get a better feel of his smooth skin and strong muscles and your poor heart contracts hearing how his breathing is altered just by the light touch of your hand.

“You are gorgeous, in every way,” you can’t help saying, meeting his eyes when he huffs in response.

“Now you’ll have to prove to me I’m not dreaming 'cause you’ve said things like that in my dreams before.”

So you do.

You prove to both of you this is not a dream by pushing him into the mattress to have more room to leave gentle kisses on his chest, above his hammering heartbeat; tender bites on his shoulder, his ribcage, and his hand when he moves your hair out of your face to have a better look of you; licks that instantly flex his muscles every time you get close to the beginning of his trousers; the mere trace of your lips over his heated skin just to feel him shiver underneath.

And he just takes anything you give him, accepts anything you do to him with shaky breath and devoted eyes.

You back up to sit on his lap again and can’t help but run your nails over his smoothly muscled chest while making eye contact, inviting him without pronouncing a word.

In a second he gets up, eager to take off your shirt and turn you around, mirroring your actions and adding up his own.

First, he approaches the exposed skin with his fingertips, almost as if he still wanted to check the reality of the situation, of you under him, half-naked, flushed, happy, and willing.

The soft sighs his touch coaxes out of you must be credible enough because then he’s caressing you with his mouth. Leisurely tracing the curves of your shoulder, your ribcage, and your stomach, stopping at the cup of your bra.

“Can I take it off you?”

His breathless voice never so dark before, clouds your mind and exposes you.

“You can do anything you want to me, Steven.”

His shocked gasp it's the last thing you get before you feel him cupping one breast and sucking the other. Your stomach clenches as his hot tongue traces your nipple and he moans against you, delighted by the way you’re arching under his touch.

His eyes don’t leave your face, memorizing every single one of your reactions, as he instinctively develops a pattern of softly biting the tip just to soothe it with tender licks and soft kisses afterward. It’s glorious. But the sensations are too strong to remain still anymore, you need to touch him too.

You take advantage of the fact that his mouth is making its way to your other breast, leaving small kisses on your sternum, to hold his face and guide him to your mouth and kiss him fervently, confessing to him things you don’t dare yet to say in words. And he answers to all of them, with every vehement move of his tongue against yours.

You slip one finger inside the edge of his trousers, tracing the skin under the fabric. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into you at the motion.

“Can I take them off?” You ask over his mouth.

He backs up to look at you, giving you one of those soft loving smiles you are always craving so much.

“You can also do anything you want to me, love.”

Love, love, love.

He doesn’t have any idea the power he holds on you every time he calls you love.

A little bit more desperate than you would like to recognize and faster than you thought possible, you get rid of his pants. And now you’re attacking him all the way up to his thighs, caressing his skin until he’s breathing ragged and harder than ever under his boxers.

His neglected erection getting all of your attention now, unable to even try avoid it anymore.

You ignore the primal impulse to beg him let you touch him, waiting to move only after you get his confirmation.

“Please.” It’s all he says.

You slowly palm him through his underwear, savoring the feel of him.

“Please,” he whimpers once more and all pleasantries are pushed aside as your hand finds its way to hot naked flesh.

Dear god.

He’s thick, silky, and perfect. And so ready for you.

He throbs under your touch as you get him out of his underwear. Once it's free you can’t help but stop for a moment to take him in. How can he be so pretty? Everywhere, every part of him, he’s gorgeous. Your heart hammering faster than ever under your chest and your mouth watering just by looking at him.

You move tentatively one finger over his tip, brushing the precum all over his length. Slowly, you start adding fingers, tracing his figure making him get used to your touch. And stars, the way he reacts to your caresses is everything.

Seeing him this wrecked, this hot and desperate just by your hand is making you so wet. You wrap your whole palm around him to jerk him off with harder, but longer motions watching the muscles under his slight stomach flex.

“Please, more I just—Please,” he begs again, his raspy tone seeping deep inside you, adding up to the warmth on your lower belly. He whimpers, watching in awe as he thrusts himself rock-hard and pulsating into your hand, unable to hold still any longer.

You’re not trying to tease him, you’re just figuring out what he wants. Does he want it faster? Does he want your mouth?

You lean in to kiss his hipbone and then—

At the first touch of your tongue, Steven is overwhelmed with the need to confess he loves you, the urge to cry, and the fear he actually might pass out. The contact is enough to send all the blood in his body rushing to his dick making him lose all sense of gravity. As if it wasn't enough that every one of his senses —overflowing with the feel of you— had him already dizzy now your mouth is making him feel in ways he didn’t even think were possible to feel.

So he raises his head to at least try to express one of all the things he's feeling, but then he sees you taking him all the way into your mouth, feeling you moaning against him, and all he can do is choke at a sight he knows it will haunt him in every dream and fantasy from now on until the day he dies.

Your body fills with fire at the taste of him and you can’t help but take as much as of him as you can into your mouth. Your now unoccupied palm finds its way down to massage his balls, desperate to feel him.

And god, his broken panting must be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Wa—wait! Stop. Please, wait,” he calls and you instantly stop taking him out of your mouth. “Sorry, love. I just—I was about to come in your mouth and I—”

“I want you to come in my mouth, baby. Don’t you?”

The ragged cry he gives you as an answer as he throws his head back against the mattress is enough for you to take him back into your mouth again.

His body is now covered in a thin sheen of sweat and impossibly rigid, you notice he’s still holding back. That won't do it.

You take him as far as your throat lets you and run your nails from his lower tummy to the very base of his cock. His stomach flexes under your touch and then he’s cumming, throbbing inside your mouth just like you wanted him to.

You drain him until he’s just a beautiful trembling mess that repeats your name in choked whispers without stopping.

You pull up to take a better look at his stunning body completely relaxed on your bed, but then the whole picture, the way his eyes meet yours with more love and devotion than ever feels so domestic and intimate, more than everything you’ve done today, has a full-force impact into your heart.

You lower your head again to kiss his hipbone, humming happily thinking about how much you enjoyed this even if you didn’t come yourself. Satisfied with how close you feel to him right now.

You are kissing his lower stomach when his fingers brush your hair away from your face.

“Is my turn now, isn’t it love?” he asks, still panting underneath you.

Wait, what?

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