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slightlypossessed · 3 years ago

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Monday Mornings // S.G

Summary: Steven's found his new favourite way to start off his week.

Warnings: This is a smut ladies and gentlemen, teeth rotting lovin' from our favourite steven (fuck you steve rogers), and a hell lot of action.

Word Count: 5.5k+

Monday mornings were always the worst for Steven.

Not only did he have troubling sleeping, but when he did sleep, he'd wake up missing a few days and feeling like he got run over by a bus, twice. He also has to get up and get ready to catch the bus for his 8-hour shift of Trying Not To Kill Donna™ and Tolerating The Plethora Of Historical Inaccuracies™.

But recently, since you've been in his life, he's come to not mind Mondays — in fact, he even looks forward to them now.

Steven never thought he'd manage to have himself a friend, let alone a girlfriend.

But he, somehow, managed not to fuck up the days, showed up on time and brought you roses and some fancy chocolate — leaving you with a very good impression for a first date and a heart yearning for more.

You couldn't help it, really, the gravitational pull to the mystifying universe that was Steven was just far too captivating for you not to get attracted to.

The way he talks and gesticulates, with widened eyes filled with unbridled mirth and excitement as he talks about the latest addition to the museum, or his love for Egyptian deities and their histories, had come to have quite the effect on you.

An effect that's warm and dopey, reminding you of the after effects of cough syrup, or a long day in the sun.

You found yourself staring at him often, with a small smile and a look of adoration, in wonder as to how the hell didn't he manage to get snagged way sooner? couldn't people see the beautiful curve of his angular jaw, reflecting the light off in a way that made it look all the much more sharper? or the way his finely curved cupid bow would dip when his pink lips would smile or he'd speak, and wonder what it'd feel like to kiss them? did they not wonder what his soft, dark curls would feel like as they ran their fingers through them?

Because you certainly did — in fact, it's all you did since you've met Steven.

You've spent hours, days, wondering how nice his lips would feel between yours, or how wonderful it'd feel to touch his soft, dark curls, fantasizing about how they'd feel as they snag gently between your fingertips as you played with them, or tugging at them as his soft lips mouth at your neck, your chest, maybe your thighs, or at somewhere warmer, wetter.

And his fingers— god, his fingers — you imagined them holding yours and playing with them as you huddled up with him, imagined how'd they feel caressing your face in motions soothing both you and him. There were the occasional images of his fingers splayed around your neck, touching and caressing and groping. these were usually followed by abrupt, lust-filled flashes of his fingers shoved deep inside you as you rock in rhythm with his long, strong fingers stroking your cunt.

Steven thinks he's the luckiest chap on earth for managing to somehow get someone so beautiful, so wonderful, someone like you, to be his girlfriend— his.

He doesn't know that you wake up everyday with pretty much the same thought; in wonder of how you managed to find someone so sweet, so lovely, like steven to be your boyfriend, to be yours.

Yours to hold, yours to touch, to love, to fuck, yours, yours, yours.

And you're his, too. His to admire, his to hold, to protect, to make love to, his, his, his — fucking his.

Since you've been in his life, you've not only made him like Mondays, but every other day, and every hour — pretty much every second because your here, you're with him, in his life and his bed — and sometimes in his makeshift office reading his books and touching his things, asking questions with wide, pretty eyes and listening to his long stories with a pretty smile on your pretty face.

And Steven has to hold himself back, then, to not pounce on you and kiss your soft lips and feel that lovely smile with his eyes closed, tracing out every line and ridge of your lips and commit them to memory, or take you by the waist over to his bed and make your eyes widen and flutter in something other than curiosity.

Or maybe even just hold you, take you in his arms and hold you close till the only thing he can feel is you, till his senses and his heart are full of you — becoming one with you.

Steven's realized that this is the only way he can actually sleep: with your arms around him, fingers soothing through his curls in motions that left his brain half-melted into his cranium as you kissed his forehead goodnight.

It's his new favourite thing, having you cradle him in your arms and letting him hold you in return, dozing off with you in a sleep so deep that he question himself the next morning if he might've accidentally slipped into a short coma.

it's just that — he's never felt quite so refreshed when he woke up. Steven usually woke up bolting out of bed, with the memories of a far-too-vivid nightmare and a metallic taste in his mouth.

He never falls asleep so easily either; it's usually an unintentional thing. He fights off sleep like it's his mortal enemy, and in return sleep yanks and wrangles his consciousness till it slips and he submits to sleep's awaiting claws unwittingly.

But with you sleep is something tender — something warm and riddled with child-like exhaustion, lulling him to a warm and gooey sense of calm.

And he loves waking up with you still in his arms, too. Besides feeling like everytime he wakes up to you is the most relaxed he'll ever be, he loves the little littered kisses that follow your hoarsely murmured "morning", kisses so random that it makes him think you're mapping out obscure constellations across his face and neck.

Another things steven has grown to love is putting that newfound energy he got from his deep sleep into good use.

Like he's doing right now.

it's why loves Mondays, he gets to watch you cum to start off his week. He couldn't imagine a better anything to motivate him go get through the week like the sight of you splayed out on his bed, fisting his sheets and moaning his name.

The sight of you breaking down in pleasure under his hold has him ready to go through his week, if only to get to have you for the weekend, two whole day to make you tremble and mewl under him — or above him, he doesn't mind.

"Fuck, steven, please," this is the nth time you beg him this morning to please just give you a little more, a little friction, please just anything to make you cum.

But he likes to savour these moments, and by savouring he means holding you on edge for as long as he can before you go insane.

And you know that he loves this, you know that your voice begging and moaning for him will echo in his head all day, acting as a confidence booster and adding a little skip to his step.

His tongue slows once more, "I thought you told me to do whatever I want?" he asks, his sound muffled by your sopping center.

"yes, I— but please, I can't, it's been too long, please steven, please, please, please." your voice comes out soft and breathy, edged with simmering desperation. You think if he doesn't do something soon you'll have to take matters into your own hands — flip him over and ride him till you're both sated.

He chuckles, deep and low, shooting you a smile too sly to be on your sweet steven's face, but that's what you do to him — your begging and whining spurring him to a confident dominance.

He continues his ministrations once more, this time granting your wish and adding two of his long fingers into you, spreading you open for the first time this morning. involuntarily, you clench around them, your muscles reacting to the gratification of your wishes for more friction. His mouth is on your cunt again, licking and sucking at your clit — giving it small kitten licks and a light graze of his teeth.

And it's too much now, it's been almost 30 minutes that's he's been shoving his tongue in you and playing with your clit that the mere addition of his finger significantly increases the tempo of your heart. You can feel yourself break a sweat despite the cool air of steven's apartment, and your vocal cords strum on their own accord; low mewls and moans of his name sound from deep within your throat, increasing in pitch with every stroke of his fingers inside — especially as he repeatedly hits that one spot that has you keening.

As you clench more around his fingers, Steven finds himself involuntarily moaning into your cunt. Deep, needy sounds escaping him as he thinks of how good you'd feel around his cock — his painfully hard cock that has so far only been stimulated by Steven's occasional hump of the mattress.

He's trying to savour this, savour you, saving his pleasure till you're begging and delirious, only then will he let himself sate the throbbing ache at his center.

But he's in a playful mood today, something he's been more and more since he's been with you.

Your presence around him and they way you react and respond him help him believe that maybe he's not as much of a loser as he thought himself to be. He's got to be doing something right if he managed to get you.

You make him confident and calm, and Steven has never felt more confident in his own skin than when he was around you, cracking jokes and retelling anecdotes to watch you giggle and look at him like he's your stars and moon, or like when he was spreading you open with his mouth, finger and cock to watch you shudder and cry under him.

You moan louder underneath him, your back arching on it's own accord as the vibrations of his deep moans stimulate your clit further. He keeps moving his fingers inside you, barely pulling them out before they're stroking at your spot again — it's almost a grind now, steady and deep. He moans once more and you arch further, your hips jutting towards his jaw causing your center to grind with his tongue and fingers. He keeps sucking at your clit, pulling for a moment to blow cool air on it then delving back in. The sudden shift from warm to cool then warm again throws you for a loop, and for a moment your head spins dangerously as if you've just stepped off a rollercoaster and fuck you don't think you can take it; it's too much , too good, too— fuck fuck fuck it's so goo—

—Steven pulls away just as you begin to spasm around him, already tipping off the edge. The shock of him pulling away so suddenly — ripping away both his warm tongue and his fingers — has you reeling back from climax.

"What the fuck? Why Steven?" you inquire, trying to sound stern but your voice is still high and breathy, cracking in the middle to further prove how far gone you were before he rudely interrupted your descent to your high.

"If you want to come I think you have to pull your own weight around here," he replies, a playful smile on his softened features, contrasting his teasing words.

His intention isn't lost on you; you know how much Steven likes you riding him, and how much better it feels when you're in a desperate haze like you are now.

He pulls back, giving you space to lower your leg from his shoulder and scoot back to sit up and look at him.

His jaw and lips shine with your arousal, and you have to resist the urge to pull him by the nape to taste yourself on his lips, opting instead to shoot him the stink eye.

But you can only manage a slight furrow, still too hazy with endorphins to summon an expression holding any true discontentment.

"Couldn't you have done this after you made me come?" you arch a brow, "It's only fair after you've been torturing me for the past 30 minutes."

Steven's smile stretches, peaking slightly at one side, granting him a cheshire effect.

"Please?" he bats his lashes at you and slightly tilts his head, and fuck that bastard has the audacity to look so cute. He doesn't hang on your previous comment, knowing by now that your words are teasing at best, and hold no true contempt.

You try to resist him, you really do, but Steven's current mannerisms remind you of a cute kitty, with his doe eyes and warm expression, and you find it hard to deny him — or yourself — the pleasure of granting his wish.

You push yourself upwards, your fingers hook with the chain around his neck, and you use it to pull him towards you as you tilt your head to give him a soft kiss, and another, followed by another one, this time slightly hotter — his tongue moving to slot itself between your lips granting you a taste of yourself mixed in with his own tatse.

And he tatses sweet, something slightly tart but sweet like powdered sugar. You would kiss him forever if you could, but unfortunately your need for air makes itself ever-present, so you pull away to take in small gasps of air before going back to kiss his lips not even a second later.

One of Steven's hands move from where it rests at your hip to hitch up your shirt — well, his shirt — but he made the mistake of once telling you what's his is yours, so now this shirt, and all his other shirts, are a part of your assets.

His other hand moves to hold the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he takes control and kisses your mouth with barely controlled desperation — you think if he doesn't get his cock in you soon he'll just opt to fucking your mouth with his tongue.

Another low sounds vibrates against your lips like it did against your clit, and you find yourself kissing him with more fervour, chasing the pretty sound and hoping to elicit more of it.

You move the hand holding his chain to splay against his neck, not squeezing but simply resting there. Your other hand moves down his warm chest, your fingers tracing at his abs and suddenly you're overcome with urge to lick them and taste his flesh under your tongue.

But you save it, waiting to build him like he did with you. Your hands continue their trail towards his boxers to find them already stained with his arousal. You reach beyond the hem, a reluctant finger caressing his wet tip.

Steven's breath hitches against your lips, and he pulls for a moment to release a shaky exhale. His eyes flutter open for a moment, and he moans when he sees your eyes already open, watching him with blown-out pupils.

His reaction motivates you, and you reach in to pull his cock out, pushing away his boxers and watching as he impatiently rips them off and throw them somewhere in the corner.

You tilt your face forward, moving to reconnect your lips. This time you offer Steven a gentle kiss, something to match the light caress of your hand against his aching cock.

He groans against your lips, his mouth parting slightly as you increase your tempo a little, and you repeat the same tongue movements he used against your cunt on his lips, eliciting a much higher moan this time — almost a whine. Steven's hands grip you closer, leaving you almost flushed against him.

You pull away to watch him. His brows are furrowed and his lips hang slightly as soft pants hit your lips.

You move one leg to straddle his hip, not stopping your hand movements on his cock, and you gently manoeuvre him so that he's lying in the center of the bed. He lets you move him around, completely pliant under your touch.

Your grip tightens around him, stimulating him further and you watch as he tilts his head back with a low moan. Your other hand, which now rests at his shoulder, moves down to graze over his nipples. You watch as they harden under your touch and lean down to kiss one, taking it in your mouth and giving it a long suckle for good measure.

Steven's hip stutter underneath you, his jerky movement almost throwing you off where you're straddling his hips. He's panting rapidly now, with moans and whines slipping from his lips — one's he can't control even if he wants to.

You weren't the only one getting all hot and bothered this past half hour. Steven has been fighting the urge to grant himself relief, waiting to feel your touch and your pussy. He's spent the last 30 minutes getting harder and harder, till it's almost pleasurebly painful that you're touching him now.

"fuck, oh please," he whines, his brow furrowing deepening and his back arching slightly. He doesn't know what he's begging for, he definitely doesn't want to come before he's inside you and made you come, but he's also so achingly hard and wants more friction than simply your hands.

"please what, baby?" you tease, enjoying how easy it is to make him like this: needy and whiny all for you.

"n-need you, please. y-your m-mouth or-or anything, please," he begs, his voice going deeper as he tries to ground himself for your pleasure.

You lean down and grant him a long kiss on his parted soft, pink lips. He kisses you back fervently, wasting no time to lick at your lips and arching under you to touch your skin together, only to realize your still wearing his shirt. He pulls back, this time the furrow in his brows is of contempt toward the offending clothing. He quickly pulls it off of you, throwing it in the same direction his boxers went. Immediately, his hand is soothing down your hair and splaying across your back to pull you closer to him. You go with him, leaning till your chest is in contact with his warm one and meet his lips halfway through for a brief kiss before you pull back to litter kisses across his jaw and down his neck. You pause at that sensitive spot at his jugular and give it a light bite, before soothing it with a lick of your tongue. Steven's head falls back to the pillow, his moans vibrating through his throat and against your lips.

His hips thrust up to meet every movement of your hand, setting a slow and steady pace as he fucks himself up into your fist.

You begin kissing down his chest, following the same trail your hands took a few minutes ago. You mouth at his chest once more, sucking each nipples into your mouth for a few seconds each, swirling your tongue around his areola.

Steven's moans increase then, adopting a breathier edge. His hips move rapidly again your hands, his hipbone slapping against your inner thighs.

"Please, please, fuck. So good, too good fo'me," he murmurs towards the ceiling as his head tips back further, exposing the veins of his neck. You look up at him, mesmerized by his beauty. Something about Steven when he's so needy like this has you reeling. His blissed expression triggering more wetness between your thighs. You stop your ministrations for a moment, moving to put both hands on either side of steven's broad chest.

He whines pitifully, his hips stuttering against nothing. Suddenly his cock feels cold against the breeze coming from the window in the corner, and he tries to fight the tingles at the base of his spine and his cock to focus enough to open his eyes and look at you.

As his eyes manage to flutter open, they're already closing again as you begin to kiss his neck once more, sucking and biting at his soft throat.

His hands move to hold you closer, one tangling in your hair and the other tightening around your waist. He makes a soft noise, one that interrupts your kisses and attempts at marking him and you peer at him curiously.

His eyes are hooded, that familiar pleasurable furrow in his brows present again and he voices softly: "j-just come here and kiss me,"

His tone is faint and breathy, and you fight the urge to swoon at how pretty he sounds.

"Of course, baby." you reply with a smile, already leaning down to give him his requested smooches.

He groans against your lips as you kiss him, his hands tightening around you. His hand at your waist moves from holding onto one side of you to wrapping around your waist entirely and pulling you flush against him, causing your cunt to rest right above where he needs you most. You feel his tip slightly grazing against your entrance, causing you to pull back from his lips, realigning to finish your previous mission before he distracted you with his kissable neck and pretty lips.

He whines quietly at the loss of contact, but it quickly turn to a low moan when he notices where you're headed.

You manoeuvre down towards his hips, gifting his lower abs with open-mouthed kisses, with occasional soft licks and bites. By the time you're down with him, steven's soft, tan skin will be covered with evidence of your love for him.

You descend in your path, reaching his hip bones and giving each side a kiss, before deftly skipping over his cock that's begging for your attention and opting to loiter kisses at the soft expanse of his inner thighs.

His hips jerk at the contact with his soft thighs, and you find yourself using both arms to hold him down onto the mattress.

He whines out another plea, titling his head to look at you — in a haze, you lock eyes with him and move towards the heavy weight of his cock, grasping it and giving it a few pumps before leaning down to give the tip a few soft kisses, extending down till the base.

Steven's hip jerk against your hold as he stutters out another moan, one mixed with your name.

His expression looks tortured, he's tied between letting you have your way with him or flipping you over and getting his own pleasure that he's becoming increasingly desperate for.

Thankfully, you quiet his inner conflict as you suck his tip into your mouth. You pump the rest of him before sliding down further, taking more of him into your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat. you massage the rest of is length, moving your hand in rhythm with the steady bobs of your head.

Steven sighs out your name, a quiet sound you miss at first and only notice when he repeats it after you pull away to suck at his head once more.

His hand in your hair moves to take your other hand that lies across his hips, intertwining your fingers together across his stomach. The sudden acts of affection sparks something sweet and warm within your chest, turning molten hot as it fills you down to your core and you find yourself moving your mouth and hand more rapidly.

"fuck, I- please, I can't, can't-" Steven almost howls as you increase your speed. Suddenly, his hands are pulling you away from his cock and up till you're face to face with him and your pussy rests atop his hard length.

He's panting rapidly, his eyelids still fluttering as his lips pull into a soft smirk. Despite having woken up only an hour prior, his expression is one of sleepy exhaustion, but you know that's just the effect of the blissful tingles that run from his cock to sizzle out his neuron synapses — melting his brain till the only comprehensible thought is you, you, you.

"my little minx, you," he teases softly with a chuckle, making you smirk as he pulls you by an arm around your shoulders to kiss you.

His other hand aligns your hips above him, and takes his aching cock to nudge at your entrance. His tip catches on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden sensation.

Your head drops to his shoulders, hiding in his soft embrace as he begins to rock up into you.

He pushes up into you, his head tilting back, a sinful moan choking out of his throat.

"fuck," he groans, "didn't want to come before I got to feel you come around me, darling." he whispers in your ear, the low tone causing his accent to sound much thicker.

Steve thrusts into you, bottoming out. His tip hits the deepest part of you, the way it always does whenever you two make love. The curve of his dick is perfect for you, grazing every area and spot that has you seeing stars. sometimes it feels so good you believe you've transcended and may even see these deities steven describes so vividly.

His hand at your hip moves to wrap around you, his arm pushing you even closer to him before he uses it for leverage to push you up and down his cock.

Your hips begin to grind in tandem with his slow, yet deep thrusts.

"c'mere, look at me," he pulls you by the nape from his shoulder, his fingers lovingly caress your cheeks as he lock eyes with you, "look at me, baby."

Your foreheads touch and suddenly the act seems a hundred times more intimate now, with your eyes exposed for him to read your every expression — and he offers the same to you, a baring of vulnerability and trust laid at your feet.

Steven sets a steady pace with you, both of you now pulling your weight in to reach orgasm. one hands reaches up to hold his hair, running your fingers to feel his curls latch onto your fingers. What once was a fantasy for you is now an everyday reality. With Steven you get all that you ask for, and more.

As the thought settles into place, you find yourself preening into his eyes, admiring the brown irises you've come to adore in the past few months.

Your grinds become more irratic, more desperate.

"What?" he chuckled breathlessly as he notices the way you're staring at him, with wide eyes and raised brows and small pout at your lips. Despite the combination of expressions, you look quite... smitten to him.

"I just-" you begin, but the words catch in your throat. This isn't the first time you've told him you loved him, you and steven have been open about your feelings towards eachother from day one, but you've never said it during sex before — depending on the act itself to portray the emotion.

But you want to — have to.

You're gripped by a sudden urge to tell him over and over that you love him, in love him, smitten, completely gone, a total goner.

"I just really fucking love you," you confess against his lips, before melding them with your own.

Steven's hips stutter mid-thrust, a high sound releasing from his throat as he grips onto you tighter.

He pulls back, his brows lifted in slight shock but they fall back in pleasure as you deliver a particularly slow grind of your hips.

"I-I f-fucking love you t-too," he stutters out through the haze in brain. He's positive his brain is just a pile of pink goo in his skull now, melted down by your languid ministrations and desperate confession.

He leans up to kiss you again, pulling your lower lip and giving it a slight bite, rolling it between his teeth. Simultaneously, his hips increase in speed, as do yours.

You struggle slightly with meeting his thrusts, his cock's constant catching on your g-spot leaves you with a puddle of a brain and legs too shaky to function.

As he continues to kiss you, swallowing down every mewl and whine and gifting you his own sounds in return, his hand at your neck reaches down between you two to rub at your clit, stroking it in tight circles.

"fuck, Steven," you pant out as you break apart to catch your breath. "so close baby, please."

"me too, me too." he replies just as breathless. His finger speed up, his thrusts hitting harder inside causing you to clamp down on him elicit another of his beautiful whines.

"Come for me, c'mon," he murmurs against your lips, his sweaty forehead touching yours with every movement of your bodies.

He nudges your nose with his own when your eyes close, slowing his fingers for a moment. "look at me, hey, look at me, please," he asks, "want to see you come fo'me."

He speeds up his fingers once more, and leans up to kiss you just as you release a sound he can only describe as delicious. It's tenor causes his dick to twitch inside of you — and suddenly that simple gesture, alone with his incessant thrusting and constant stimulation of your clit has you keening, your body curving in as you tremble above him and finally, finally, come.

A cross between a sigh and a high cry erupts from you, and the sound, along with your cunt holding his cock in a vice grip, triggers Steven's own orgasm.

He can feel your grinding hips coming to slow stop over him, and the slight stimulation as he comes has his cock pulsing even more.

The feeling of him coming deep inside you as you come around Ignites white flashes behind your eyelids that have involuntarily fallen shut. Steven makes you see stars — feel stars — as warmth ignites your skin and fills you completely.

"I love you, i love you, i-fuck, i love you, I love-" you repeat deliriously as you ride out your long high, fingers latching onto his neck and waist to ground yourself.

Steven releases another high, breathless sound as his eyes flutter in bliss. He's overwhelmed in the best way possible, both by your cunt still pulsing around him, and your desperate words of affection.

As you come down from high and open your eyes, you find Steven's to still be close, his mouth slightly agape and his brows pulled together in pleasure as quiet whimpers sound from his throat in his afterglow.

You experiment a little, grinding your hips again against Steven's. You ignore the aftershocks that flow through you, only focusing on Steven's pink dusted cheeks and blissed-out expression that begins to contort as you grind against him once more.

His heels dig into the mattress underneath you, trying to stave off the burning in his base as you tease him further.

"fu-fuck baby, s-stop," he chokes on a whimper halfway through his sentence. His trembling hands move to hold your hips still.

He finally manages to open his eyes, and takes note of your smug expression and sly smirk.

Before you can begin to tease him verbally, he opens his mouth to reply to all your confessions from earlier.

He takes your face in his hands and brings you close once again. He holds you there for a moment, just admiring you.

"I love you, so much."

He pulls you down on him, manoeuvring with you in his arms so that you're under him. His arms wrap under and around you — one at your shoulders and the other pulling your waist towards him as he lowers himself to cage you underneath him.

"I love you. I love you so, so, so much." he repeats between the kisses he's began to plant on your neck.

The pleasure of your previous orgasm and his affectionate words have you giggling mirthfully into his neck.

With a hand in his hair you pull him back up to give him a long, fat kiss on his jaw before tilting to appreciate his soft lips with your tongue.

He lets you kiss him for a moment, simply holding you and feeling you drip around his cock that's still inside you, before he pulls away, an apologetic smile on his face.

"I have to get up, darling," he informs you, his voice quiet. "My shift's in an hour and Donna will have my arse if I'm late again."

"I know," you tell him, but hold him closer anyway, nuzzling your body into him.

You know he'll have to get up soon, but you try to extend this morning for as long as you can. If he'll try to pull away too soon, you'll just use the excuse that you're helping boost him up for his long week.

Maybe even offer a pout and a "but i thought you liked Monday mornings with me?"

And you know he'll stay a little longer then, even if it's just to kiss your pout away.

My first published moon knight fic, hopefully I'll get around to finishing the other 3 in my drafts.

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