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         This was one hundred percent NOT her idea. In fact, Mica kinda hated it at first. When Steven first brought up the idea of standing in front of a mirror at all, she had turned it down flat. Mirrors were not her friends. They always reminded Mica of how much she looked like her mother. And how much she hated herself.

          Then Steven started making her do those silly daily affirmation things; one hand on her waist, the other tilting her chin to look in the mirror, and telling her what to say: "I am gorgeous, stunning, and I know it!” The first day, she hadn’t been able to do it, instead just squirming in his arms and muttering until he let her turn around and burry herself into him. The second day: “I am beautiful, I am sexy, and I know it!" And she had reluctantly repeated after him; despite the fact that all it did was make her feel worse about herself. Even Mica’s therapist had suggested not doing it after a while because it was certainly not helping her.

               So, Steven had a better idea. His hand grasped her waist again, and his other tilted her chin, and she was about to protest looking into the mirror, when he kissed her cheek, and told her: “You’re the woman I’m in love with.” And then let her go. And that was how it continued for months, months! Every day, shortly before bed, he’d make her stand in front of the mirror, and instead of making her say something kind about herself, he did. He’d compliment her smile, her eyes, her hair, her scent, her taste, her outfit, her smarts--any and everything was on the table for him to point out. 

              Today wasn’t any different, Mica had just gotten out of the shower, picked out an outfit for tomorrow, written down her usual three good things and dropped them in her jar, and had begun to twist up her hair for the night when he had grabbed her waist and gently dragged her back in front of the mirror.

           “Steven--” Mica laughs, her curls falling in front of her face. “Come on, I just did my hair--I haven’t even wrapped it up yet-” She starts, but his hands both came to her waist this time. She blinks, mentally trying to catch up to what was happening, but his thumbs slipped under the t-shirt she wore for pajamas and hooked on her underwear. Mica’s knees almost buckled as he lowered them, his lips coming to the crook of her neck-- She lets out a small noise as he gently bites her skin. 

          “I love you, Mica,” He whispers as his hands travel back up her thighs, one continuing up to begin to massage her breasts, the other beginning to finger her as she grabbed onto his arms for stability; whines escaping her instantly.

                                     And by the fifth week of this new routine, they got to this point; one of her hands on the mirror in front of her, her hair over her shoulder; Steven’s hands on her hips keeping her balanced and from keeling over. He slipped in and out of her with ease, though, all she could focus on was the way it looked in the mirror. The swaying of her hips, the way her legs spread, and the way his fingers dug into her skin (sure to leave tiny bruises that she’d relish over tomorrow), the way her lips part as noises she’s sure she can’t even begin to describe escape her, and of course, the way he fits so perfectly into her, against her, the way her skin looks next to his, the way they look together. 

              Her eyes trail up to his face, but are quickly drawn back to the space between her legs as he slams into her a bit harder than before, a sure sign that he’s close. She was pretty sure she’s already at three times, and he’s finished at least four, but fuck it, what’s one more?

                 “Steven-!” She manages to get out as he yanks her hips against his, and her fingers curl against the cool glass of the mirror. Her eyes adjusting a few moments, before looking again, seeing the white cum slip out of her and splatter on the ground as he pulls out. She blushes softly, leaning forward into the mirror as he gently rubs her hips, not letting go of her as he bends over her, kissing along her shoulders. 

Steven’s hands run through his hair as he splashes some water on his face.

He isn't sure how much longer he has in the car, but he is super thankful for the rest stop off the highway. It’s clearly not that busy today, Nevermind that it’s almost two am. He looks at his reflection and winks, despite it all, he was coming out on top.

Though, there behind him, he notices something moving. About waist high off the ground on the one non-brick wall of the gas station bathroom is a hole. Big enough that one could easily stick far more than their hand through. And the movement stops as he turns off the water.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t! Steven universe would never… but— isn’t that the whole point of this trip he was on? To do things to find himself. Figure out who he was, who Steven was. Do things he’d never do normally?

Before he can ponder that train of thought anymore, something glistening and pink comes through the hole. A tongue. It seems who ever was on the other side was waiting very patiently for him to come forward. The person waits, and Steven is mentally wrestling himself for what to do.

The person makes a small whine noise, and he feels his throat tighten slightly. It’d be rude to just leave them like that, wouldn’t it? Of course it would. And it’s not like the old Steven universe would ever do this. And he’d never have to do it again, right?

His hands fumble as he unbuttons his pants, walking toward the hole. He slowly lowers his boxers too; one hand coming to brace himself against the wall. The tongue disappears for a moment as he slowly fits himself through the hole. He fit. But barely.

“Whoa,” he manages to hear through the thin wall that must have been added long after this room was built because it was clearly far too thin. “You’re probably the biggest I’ve ever taken.” The girl’s voice makes his dick twitch; not because of her words but the tone.it was seductive but still surprised and so clearly excited.

He lets out a soft chuckle, and she offers back a small giggle. Before he finally feels the gentle kiss to his tip. “I’m gonna have fun with you, okay big boy? Just relax and let me take care of you.” The girl purrs, and if he wasn’t hard before he certainly was now. His free hand moves to his back, trying to keep himself steady for her though also attempting to relax. Though he was starting to rethink this whole thing when-

Her tongue swirls over his tip, then down the shaft.

Yeah, no, he was fine right here.

She continues to lick and swirl and simply seems to enjoy teasing him with small soft kisses along his length, before finally after god knows how long— she swallows the tip with her lips. As she continues down him, she only comes about one fourth of the way before backing up slightly and plunging herself back down. Steven lets out a deep groan, resisting the urge to buck his hips— all that’d do is earn him some bruises for sure.

Then, she was half way down, and finally almost all the way, and he could hear her damn near gagging as his dick hit the back of her throat. God, he almost came then and there.

“You okay?” He manages to get out, and receives a sound of satisfaction in return despite the gagging noises too. “You don’t have too— all the way—“ he’s sure he didn’t get out his entire sentence. His brain was sort of foggy at this point, only able to focus on her mouth and how warm it was— how it fit so perfectly around him.

Then it was gone. She pulled off him, and seemed to be catching her breath. Not that he minded, this wasn’t just for him, after all.

He swallows, resting his forehead against the wall, trying to catch his own breath when he felt something push against his tip again. He was pretty sure it was her mouth again— until she spoke.

“Ready big boy? This isn’t something I do often but— I couldn’t pass up this chance. You’re huge. Oh, and Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” And he blinks as he realizes what was happening. Not that he can react much beyond a deep guttural groan.

“Fuck—“ he manages out, before she giggles softly, though it’s breathy too. God, he could marry that giggle, he thinks.

“You feel amazing,” Steven manages to say, not sure what else to say to her. He can’t do much to help her besides just keep himself steady, and push himself as far into the hole as he can.

But between her movements and her noises and that giggle and the way she felt— it wasn’t long before Steven was coming; and she made sure that he was as far in her as possible when he did.

She continues to ride him though, sending himself into another fit of moans and groans that he’s sure could be heard from outside the bathroom. Her own whimpers and quiet whines were the only thing he could focus on though: and how badly he wanted to keep hearing them. She lets out a slightly louder noise, but still quieter than him he’s sure, and she slows down her movements, keeping him inside her though.

“Whoa,” it’s his turn to breathe in amazement and she lets out another bright giggle. Yeah, that was his new favorite sound.  She says nothing slowly sliding off him, some of his cum slipping out of her and down the wall to the floor. He pulls himself back too, and it feels too cold without her around him.

“Thanks big boy,” the girl says, before there’s the noise of some clothing shuffling. “Think you ruined other men for me though.”

“I could say the same to you,” Steven sighs, reaching up to pull his hair back up into a ponytail; most of it having fallen out. The girl makes a slight noise of amusement before the door to the other bathroom opens and closes. He quickly cleans himself off the best he can, before pulling up his boxers and pants; rebuttoning them as he leaves the bathroom.

It had been about five months since Steven lost his virginity in that gas station bathroom to the giggle that still echoes in his head.

He had been on the road the whole time going from town to town for an adventure. And tonight was no different. This was Empire City, and the half gem was going to a club for the first time. It has never seen like something he’d enjoy but then again, neither did the hole in the bathroom.

He sat down at the bar, and ordered himself a drink he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to like. He manages to drink about half of it before simply nursing it. Then, a hand drew across his shoulders, before the girl sits in the seat beside him.

“Well, what’s a guy like you doing here alone?” She asks, and his heart lurched at the sound. And so did his dick, actually.

“A guy like me?” He repeats, turning to her. She had the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen, and her hair was dyed a bright purple, and dear god he wanted to just capture her lips in his and never let her go—

“Handsome, strong, clearly a soft heart. And I’m guessing good in bed too.” She smirks, before moving so her hands are both on his arm. He’s about to reply when the bartender drops off another drink for the girl, and she moves it aside to focus on him. He’s not sure where exactly this confidence is coming from; maybe the drink

“You would know,” he shrugs, moving forward slightly. “You decided to take me in that bathroom.”

She pauses looking him over for a moment, her cheeks tinging red, and she raises an eyebrow.

“Big boy, huh?” She says, leaning forward and moving a hand to his chest. He swallows and nods softly.

“That’s what you called me.” He laughs, her nervousness getting the best of him. She crinkles her nose slightly as she looks over him, and he debates just laughing and playing it off as a joke.

“How about a round two? My place?” She smirks slowly.

“I’ll go as many rounds as you want,” he replies, moving and gently touching her face— causing them both to blush a bit more. “I’m Steven.”

“Mica,” she breathes, before placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. “But you can call me whenever.” He laughs at her joke, before his other hand comes to encircle her waist.

“I might take you up on that, Mica. I haven’t gotten you out of my head since.”

“Well, we better give you some more thoughts to repeat then, Handsome.”