Do you think you could do a fic or a drabble of steven experimenting some "toys" on reader ?
whatever you want
steven grant x fem!reader
word count: 5.6k
warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral f receiving, fingering, use of toys/restraints, experimental reader x steven, very minor dom!steven if you squint but not really)
a/n: I WENT OVERBOARD I WAS GONNA KEEP THIS UNDER 500. i failed BUT i missed writing steven sm. thanku so much for your ask!!! hope you enjoy 🥵 i need an actual bath i feel dirty. in a good way.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
“Steven, hurry up!” You call to him from the living room. He’s been in the bathroom a while, and you don’t want to embarrass him. You know how flustered he can get - but the movies about to start and you’d hate to have to watch a second of it not cuddled up next to him.
You and Steven have been dating for a while, so it’s actually a little strange that he has only been to your place a handful of times. His place is closer to where you both work, it almost became part of your routine to crash at his. It’s just cozy, both of you falling into his bed after a long day, being surrounded by his books and clothes - it comforts you. Plus, with Stevens sleep-walking, it’s easier for you both to sleep there.
Safer, too.
“Steven?” You call again, and you hear a crash from your bedroom. Your apartment was small, so you have to go through your room to get to the only bathroom. You hear rushed footsteps and another small crash. You look back over the couch to find him suddenly standing there, wide eyed and flushed. He looks almost - embarrassed?
“Movies starting!”
“Sorry! Sorry - I was just -“ He takes a few steps and stands behind the couch, switching his weight between each foot trying to think of an excuse. Whatever he was doing in there, you didn’t really need to hear about it.
“It’s fine! Come here.” He lets out a long breath and finally moves around to your side, sitting against the armrest. You instantly fall into that little spot between him and lay down, Stevens arm coming around you in a loop. The movies introduction plays, and your hands find themselves searching for a part of him to touch.
Your fingertips tentatively reach out and brush over his abdomen, and you feel the muscles underneath tense instantly, like he was on high alert. You stop yourself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, and look up to find him already staring down at you.
“Is everything okay?” His stare looks unfocused as he catches your eye, and that same wide eyed look spreads across his face.
“Yes! Yep - sorry, just a tad distracted is all.” He smiles down at you, one of his hands brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You lean into his touch, but you aren’t convinced.
“Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to watch this if you don’t want.” You motion your head to the film buzzing lowly in the background. He repeats the motion of brushing your hair behind your ear, even though there’s none in your face.
Just to touch you.
God knows he’s doesn’t need an excuse to - you’d let him do just about anything.
That was the thing with Steven - he was always so surprised when you were open to doing something he suggested. Even just to go to dinner at a specific restaurant, he was genuinely surprised if you were enthusiastic to go, like he expected you to say no. You’ve been dating for a little while now, and just last week when he told you he wanted to go and watch this play at the theatre after work, you swore he almost jumped out of his skin when you said yes.
It made you want to give him more - say yes to anything he ever asks just to see his eyes light up and his smile stretch across his face. So when he looks at you like he’s holding something back, like right now, you want to pull it out of him just so you can tell him yes.
He doesn’t seem to share the same enthusiasm.
“Nope! Everything is fine” You shift against him, and you see him fighting to stay still.
“Just fine?”
“Great! Everything’s great. You… you are great.” He leans down and presses a quick kiss to your forehead. You laugh up at him, and he returns your smile with his own.
“You are kind of freaking me out, Stevie.” He lets out a long sigh - considering. Whatever it is, he bites his tongue and just kisses your forehead again. If he doesn’t want to talk about it, you weren’t going to force it out of him. He always comes to you eventually, and you trust him to tell you what’s on his mind, when he’s ready.
You just shrug and put your head down on his chest again to watch the screen. He freezes when your arm comes to rest on his chest, but soon the arm around you relaxes, and his body follows after a few minutes.
You’ve done this more times than you can count - done things much more intimate than lying together on a couch. You’ve slept next to each other for the past few months, done… things, almost all of those nights. Why is he so tense just sitting here, watching a movie?
Something must of happened at work. Maybe he just doesn’t want to ruin the mood - although his extra shifty edge is kind of worrying you more than calming you.
Just watch the movie - you tell yourself. He will come to you when he’s ready.
You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually you have to pee. You can never get through a whole movie without having to pee. You shift on Steven who has been eerily still the entire length of the film.
Usually he’s all over you - hands touching your skin wherever they can find it, kissing the top of your head and pulling you closer, into his lap so he can tell you all the little facts he knows about whatever your watching.
Not tonight though - still as a statue.
“What’s wrong? Where are you going?” Steven says as soon as you push off him.
“I have to pee.” You laugh, and he just looks at you. You swear he blushes.
“Okay. That’s - fine. In the room?” You start to laugh again.
“Well, I’m not going to pee in the kitchen sink.” He stifles out a stiff laugh. “Did you want to come with me?” You joke, a grin on your face.
He seems to relax a little at this, and just shakes his head and runs a hand over his face.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting a little off all night.”
“I’m sorry, babe. Just - it’s nothing. Really.” You just nod at him, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head as you pass him on your way to the bathroom. You go straight in, and you catch yourself in the mirror after you’ve finished.
Did you look bad tonight? Is that why he wasn’t all over you like normal? You knew Steven could get a little bit flustered over this kind of stuff, but recently he’s seemed to get way more comfortable, especially when you were alone. As you shut the door to the bathroom behind you, you notice the lamp in your bedroom is still on.
Did you leave it on? It’s on your side of the bed, which is strange. You usually turn it off when you leave in the morning. Going around to the other side, your foot kicks a small, black box you almost forgot you had that’s sticking out from under your bed. You bend down, completely forgetting about the lamp. The lid wasn’t on properly, exposing a small glint of silver from the handcuffs you bought ages ago.
This must be why Steven was acting so strange.
You’ve been moving a bunch of stuff around in your wardrobe to make room for some of Stevens clothes, and you’d chucked a bunch under your bed. The box must of been pushed out when you were re organising last night.
It’s funny - you bought the handcuffs as a joke present for one of your girlfriends, but you completely forgot to put them in the bag with her actual present. You decided to just keep them because - who knows? The vibrator, however, was a personal choice. Before Steven, you hadn’t been with anyone since your college boyfriend, and even then he didn’t really know what he was doing - not that you could blame him, you were kids.
You were an adult now, though. You had needs. Needs that were met with Steven, hence the forgotten about box shoved under your bed. You flicked the switch, the vibration humming to life, and you quickly switched it off, hoping Steven didn’t hear it. Or maybe you were hoping he did.
He was acting super strange tonight - could it be because you having this stuff freaked him out? Or was it because it made him the good kind of nervous, how he was when you first made love. You were the good kind of nervous too - but both of you found your comfort in each other, and you were at a place where you could talk to each other about things. Up until now, it had usually just been you asking him if he would be open to trying particular things. He was always incredibly enthusiastic, and a few times he’d admitted to ‘always wanting to try that’ after you’d finished, but never having the guts to ask.
You had tried your best to make him feel like he could talk to you about that kind of stuff, but at a point Steven was going to be Steven. He would always wait for you, but like before - you wanted, no - you needed him to ask. Just so you could say yes.
You tried to calm the butterflies in your stomach as you left the handcuffs and the vibrator on the bed, and closed the door to your bedroom, coming back out to the living room with Steven. You stopped in the kitchen and got two massive bottles of water, and slid one into Stevens hand as you came around in the couch.
“Thanks, babe!” He smiled at you innocently, and you watched as he drank half the bottle almost instantly, your plan working perfectly. He pressed play on the movie again, and every time he took a sip of water you had to resist doing a little victory dance.
Another half an hour goes by, and the movie is almost over. You can feel Steven fidgeting under you, and you decide enough is enough.
“Stop moving, Stevie.” He groans a little as you lean your head onto his stomach.
“Gotta pee again.” You hide your giant smile. He probably won’t see it when he goes into the bathroom, the angle of your room set up so he wouldn’t be facing the bed on his way in. But when he comes out…
“Go now.” He just groans again and peels himself off the couch. You hear him running through your apartment, anxious to get back on the couch.
Hopefully not for long.
When you hear the door to the bathroom close, you get up, tip toeing to your bedroom door, which is slightly ajar. You hear a flush and then the tap running - the big reveal.
He opens the door, and his eyes flick up to the lamp that’s still on. Then, slowly, his eyes trail to the bed. You see - actually no, you hear the moment he finds what you left out for him, because he chokes on his breath and freezes in place.
“Shit.” You hear him whisper under his breath, and you stifle a laugh. Although, apparently you don’t hide it well enough because Steven hears you, his feet slowly padding towards the door and pushing it open. “Hello.”
“Hi there.” You take a step into the room, getting a little closer to Steven, who can’t seem to look you in the eye. “Find anything interesting?”
You have a giant grin on your face, enjoying his embarrassment just a little bit. His hands come up over his face and he groans.
“I’m so sorry - I didn’t even mean to look I - really!” You start laughing a little and nod, eyebrows raised high. “I fell over it! It was - I was trying to-“
“Steven! It’s okay, really. I don’t care that you found them.” You hadn’t noticed how tense he was until he relaxed, shoulders falling forward in relief. Ok, now you felt a little bad.
“I am really sorry, I-“
“Why are you apologising?” It’s not like he was tearing through your stuff, it was a simple case of you not putting your things away, which considering the state of your house right now, it doesn’t surprise you.
“I don’t want you to think I was m- I don’t want to embarrass you. It’s private - if you don’t want me to know I shouldn’t of…” If you weren’t so distracted by the fact he kept having to adjust his pants, clearly trying to hide the semi he was sporting, you would have hugged him.
“It doesn’t embarrass me, really. I don’t care, I hardly touch that stuff anyways. Don’t need to.” He blushes, but his chest puffs out a little, almost proud of himself. You can’t resist the little laugh that comes out when his eyes finally find the courage to look up at you again. You lean forward and press a small kiss to his lips, which he leans into eagerly. What you had meant to be a small comfort very quickly escalates as Stevens hands wrap around your back and pull you towards him, not that you were complaining.
He kisses you hungrily, and you lose a few breaths as his hands start to work their way up your back, trailing the line of your spine over your shirt. He lets out a small sound when he finally finds a part of exposed skin at your neck, like he’s been denying himself the pleasure all night, and you nearly whine when he stops kissing you, only to take it back when his lips find your neck.
He knows your body better than you do, finding all the places he knows you need him to. He works from your left, kissing up towards your ear, and you almost jump as his breath tickles the sensitive spot just between your jaw and your earlobe. Just as you start to ease into his position he switches on you, keeping you under his spell and leaving small marks in his wake.
He hums against your neck and the sensation makes your eyes open, your head somehow picking itself up and focusing on the bed behind you. It’s when Steven takes your face in his hands and brings your lips back to his, the moment before you fall into his kiss again, that you see the sparkle of the cuffs on the blanket, and the bright pink toy next to it.
“Steven…” You whisper, and pull back from him. He chases you, not wanting to let you get to far away. “Why were you acting so strange tonight?”
“Just - you know.” He tilts his head behind him where your eyes quickly catch the items you laid out. Your stomach flutters. He moves to kiss you again, and it takes all of your self control to pull away.
“Do they make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave them out like that. I honestly forgot they were in there.” He swallows hard. Oh god. you’ve freaked him out. He probably thinks you’re some kind of-
“No! No. Not uncomfortable. No.” He swallows again, and your hands are the ones finding his face now.
“No?” He shakes his head, looking down. “What does it make you, then?”
His face is a mix of emotions. He’s a little confused, but mainly he’s… surprised. The kind of surprised he gets when you say you’ve read the book he recommended, or that you like he shirt he picked out. Like he’s surprised you’d want to do something for him. With him. Your heart pulls in a thousand directions.
“I think I - It… ah - just let me kiss you.” He leans forward and you do what he asks, lips tangling with yours in a fever of question and answer. He says everything he can’t in the way he moves against you, pulling every inch of you he can towards him. You let him take what he needs - you always would, if only he would tell you what it was.
“Please, Steven.” You gasp in an attempt to suck in oxygen, but you aren’t really that concerned with it because you are on him again in the next second.
“What - what do you - shit. What’s wrong?” You are both breathing heavily, the heat in the room hanging low and tangling in the minimal room between your bodies.
“Tell me what you thought.” His breath catches in his throat, and you lean down to kiss him there. “When you came in and saw them, laid out on the bed. Tell me what you wanted.”
He shivers as you press your lips lightly up the middle of his neck, kissing spots you aren’t sure your lips have found before. You don’t want there to be anywhere you haven’t touched. Haven’t burnt with your skin.
“I wanted - I wanted to see.” You hum in approval, and his eyes flutter closed. “I wanted to see you. What you look like when you…”
He’s dancing around the topic, and you decide to give him a little extra motivation. The hand not on the back of his neck slides down his abdomen, and you let your fingertips dance their way to the buckle in his belt, taking their time. Both of your heads drop to watch, Steven trying to control his breathing.
“What I looked like when I what?” Your hand began to undo the buckle.
“Jesus - when you used them. I want to see.” You smile and your whole body feels like it’s on fire. It’s one of the first times he’s admitted what he wants without you having to guess. You press a quick kiss to his lips in praise.
“Okay.”
“Yeah?” He brings his hand under your chin, eyes finding each other in the low light of your bedroom. You smile and kiss him again, nodding slightly. “Get on the bed.”
His voice was lower. Commanding. It sent waves of heat through your stomach and gravity suddenly wasn’t as holding. You moved fast, un-clicking the final part of his belt and letting it fall to the floor before practically leaping on the bed. You shuffle back, and squeeze your thighs together at the sight of Steven, pants hanging low on his waist as he stares down at you from the corner of the room.
He moves to the other side while you stay in the middle and he finally reaches the edge, where he picks up the handcuffs first. He takes his time, figuring out exactly where the lock does up, and he uses the key a couple times to make sure it opens and closes. He pushes up his glasses as they fall down a little on his face while he concentrates, and you can’t help but smile in admiration at how incredibly sexy he is without even trying.
“They working, Stevie?” His eyes find yours and widen a little, the look making you feel a sense of familiarity even in the next circumstance. You were almost always in control - not so much dominating but more of a guide, and Steven was an expert pupil. Now, though, he stood over you, un-locking the handcuffs in one hand and reaching for your wrist with the other.
“Tell me if you want out, I’ll put the key right here, okay?” He slides the key onto the bedside table and kneels over you. He slips your shirt off over the top of you, and is quick to find your bare wrist after discarding the top somewhere in the room.
He drags the cool metal along the inside of your wrist, bringing it up into your palm before dragging it down again, along your forearm and up the inside. You shiver at the sensation, and he finds your eyes as he brings it back down, allowing you to get used to the feeling of the cuff on your skin. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, and while he’s kissing you he clicks the cuff around your wrist.
Gently, he tugs on the chain and you follow him, your arm coming up over your head past your line of sight. He brings up your other arm and links the chain through the metal circle in your bed head, and clicks the other cuff on too.
“Not too tight, yeah?” His voice pulls your attention, and you nod eagerly. Every part of you was desperate, your back already arching up to feel the loose fabric of his shirt against your skin.
“It’s good. Please - I just -“ You were already pulling at the cuffs above your head as he stayed straddling you, smiling innocently as he pulls his shirt over his head. God, he was so perfect. You’d never get over the way he looks, how he pushed his glasses up on his nose and shuffles backwards to give himself room to undo your pants. You could feel how turned on you were - and the coolness of the room did nothing to hide the evidence as he slowly began to strip your pants away.
You were thanking God that you decided to wear a cute matching set of underwear tonight, because Stevens eyes nearly pop out of his head when he looks down at you. You try to wriggle down towards him - encourage him to move or do literally anything, but he just stays perfectly still above you, his jeans warming the outside of your naked legs.
“Stay still for me, love. Okay?” Your eyebrows come together in confusion, but you nod again, trying to stop fidgeting as he leans down, hot breath brushing your skin. He starts by kissing your collarbones, his tongue darting out every so often to taste you.
He is enjoying every second of uninterrupted devotion, working his way down with no discernible pattern. Usually you had your hands wrapped in his hair, your body squirming under his touch; so desperate for him to reach you that you nearly forgot how good it felt to not be in control of the pace. You couldn’t hold back the little sounds that crawled out of the back of your throat, wordlessly encouraging him as he kissed further and further across the expanse of your skin.
Just as he reaches lower, he presses a final kiss to the hem of your underwear making you moan, before coming off your body completely and reaching over to the other side of the bed. Before you can complain he returns and kisses your open mouth, and flicks a switch. The vibrations hum through your entire body as he keeps it on the lowest setting, holding it on the side of your stomach lightly, letting you feel the rhythm. You smile as it begins to tickle your side, and he mirrors your expression.
“I don’t know where the - oh, is this it?“ He pushes his glasses up again and hits the button on the side, vibrations suddenly doubling in strength. You squirm and begun to laugh out loud, the sensation making your body feel light. He takes it off, smiling at your expression before slowly sinking down to you again.
Your laughter dies out as he scrapes his teeth along your neck, and you hear the low setting of vibration flick back on. He sits back, and brings the small toy up to your chest, dragging it lightly up, skipping over your throat and sliding it into your mouth.
You take it in and swirl your tongue around the toy, making it as wet as possible. You keep your eyes on Steven who watches with an open mouthed expression - mesmerised at your actions. You have clearly broken his patience, and he takes the toy from your mouth and skips his trail down, bringing it right over your centre on the outside of your underwear.
“Sh-shit. Yes, Steven.” Your head falls back onto your strung up arms and you arch your hips into him. He brings his free hand down, pushing you back into the mattress.
“Stay still, love.” He says, and even with the loving nickname he sounds more commanding. Almost strict. You’ve never seen this side of him before, and it ignites an entirely new sensation inside of you.
The vibrations are low and constant, and you can feel how wet your getting just at the minimal contact. He slowly starts moving the toy in little circles, and that mixed with the way he was looking down at you makes you cry out, moaning his name into the darkness.
“Steven, fuck - please, don’t stop.” You start to feel hotter, the blanket underneath you suddenly heated and you yank against the cuffs. As much as you want to touch him, yank Stevens hair and rush yourself over the edge, you are secretly in love with the way he controls you like this. He, of course, still checks in when he hears how hard you pull against the bed frame.
“You okay? You want out?” He glances up, eyes half lidded, but he keeps the toy against your clit, your legs starting to shake with the impending sensation.
“No - shit. No, I don’t.” He bends down to kiss the inside of your thigh.
“Then no more fidgeting.” Your eyes roll back in your head and it only makes you want to feel more of him.
“Okay. I will I swear just please-“ he takes the toy away when your back arches up for the third time. You swear you nearly start to cry, feeling the promise of release slowly start to fizzle out.
“Shh, it’s alright, love. Relax.” He leans down to press more loving kisses to your inner thighs, and you can’t help but watch as he gets closer and closer to your centre. He presses on final kiss onto your clit, still covered by your underwear, and then hooks his fingers into the fabric and yanks them down.
You can feel yourself practically dripping onto the comforter as he spreads your legs wide, and he clicks the vibrator back on to the low setting.
Anticipation shoots sparks up your body, and you are so close to just begging him to touch you. The cuffs start to dig into your skin in the best way as you pull on them to shuffle your body up on the bed a little bit, just so you can watch Steven. He furrows his eyebrows in concentration, before placing a hand on your stomach, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as the vibrator meets your clit.
“Holy f- fuck - right, God yes-“ You moan out in a mess of words that don’t make sense, and he crawls back up your body, keeping his hand in place. His curls tickle your cheek as his mouth brushes against your ear, his body easily stretching the length of you while allowing him to keep the pressure of the toy on your core.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Show me how good you are.” You try to keep yourself grounded to the bed, but your head turns into Steven, and you nudge his face up to yours. “I’m right here.”
He kisses you, and you are pretty sure you become putty in his hands. He adjusts himself so he can keep kissing you while also getting an easier angle to keep his rhythm, leaning towards your side of the bed. The pit in your stomach begins to fill and is about ready to explode - you don’t think you could feel any lighter than you do right now. Steven takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, your eyes opening against the sensation.
“I’m gonna go faster, yeah? You want more?” He waits for you, still continuing small circles with the toy.
“Yes. More, please.” He moans into your skin and his thumb presses the button, instantly sending you into overdrive.
Your head looses its ability to stay upright, dropping back onto your cuffed up arms. You were whining - high pitched and needy as the vibrator pressed even harder right where you needed it. Your whole body began to shake - you had never felt anything like this sensation in your life.
Steven was polarised - completely enamoured by the sight underneath him. You could see how hard he was through his jeans, and feel the length of him against your stomach.
“That’s it, baby. Fuckin’ incredible.” He breathes out, hot air fanning across your face making your back arch. You were crumbling fast - every time his lips touched your skin it felt like he was all over you at once. In your head, on your skin, and when he slipped a finger inside of you, you felt nothing but him.
“Oh my god Steven-“ You were yanking against the cuffs, not trying to get out but just to hold you in place because it feels so good. So indescribable, and maybe it’s not just the pressure buzzing at your clit, building you up so high you have no idea how you haven’t crashed yet - but instead the way Steven was looking at you. He was analysing - adjusting to every tiny squeak of pleasure you made and his eyes flittered between your face and your legs, unable to decide what one to focus on.
You think you were starting to lose consciousness. Your mind was blank of anything other than Stevens occasional praise of how pretty you were, or how good you were doing. The bed felt like it was melting away underneath you, every slight movement of Stevens wrist sending you closer to your release.
“Jesus baby, you look so good right now. Look at me, let me see you.” Somehow, among the never ending waves of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in your body, you look up at him. You see him between your legs, one arm holding you still, the other holding the vibrator in place, still moving in small circles.
The sight of him buried in between your legs, eyebrows crossed in concentration and what you know is lust, glasses sliding down his nose slightly has you bursting at the seams.
“I’m gonna cum - oh fuck I’m gonna cum Steven!” You think he turns it up, or moves it faster against your clit, your brain just registers more more more -
“Let it out, sweetheart. Let me see you.” His grip on you tightens and his words sending you flying through the ceiling, your mind up in the clouds before crashing you back down, back arching in the covers of the bed as you attempt to hold on to something. You feel something wet and hot against your thighs but blinding pleasure takes away any embarrassment or attempts at rational thought. You can hear Steven through your moans of pleasure, groaning and swearing at the sight in front of him. You can’t imagine what you look like right now, but you think its exactly what he was looking for.
He turns the vibrator down as you try to ride out your orgasm, but it just rushes over you again and again like a never-forgiving tide. Steven seems to enjoy the ever lasting sensation as he works you through it, fingers still moving inside of you.
“Stev-ah! Shit, s’too muuUuch please-” He removes the toy, and you hear it clang onto the floor and his lips are on yours in the next second. You try to keep up with him but you are tortuously exhausted.
“Such a pretty baby.” Steven hums into your lips and you manage a smile in between kisses, finally starting to catch your breath.
“Was - god, Steven. You are amazing. Was it-”
“So good. Always so fucking good.” He manages to get out before diving back into your mouth, messier this time. You stop trying to keep up and just let him take what he needs. After what you just felt, you would let him do pretty much anything right now.
He swings his leg over to straddle you, hands exploring wilding as he kisses you deeper. Your body was shaking underneath him, both in the come down from your high and in the already growing need coming back just from the way he was moving against you. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and your body arched up into him in response.
“I need you, baby.” He moans, and you were already nodding as his hands dropped between you to undo his pants. You pulled against the cuffs, assuming he would let you out for this part. “What’d I say about fidgeting?”
“But Stevie-”
“Keep them on, for me? Please? Promise I’ll make you feel good.” He starts kissing along your neck, bare hands skimming your sides and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Please?”
You whine, but never make a move to tell him to remove them. The cuffs stay on, because he asked. Because you would do whatever he asked, just to see that little spark in his eye when you say yes.
1K notes
·
View notes