Summary: it'd be so hot teaching Steven Grant how you like your 🐱 eaten. He'd be so subby and eager to hear you moan for him. I imagine he'd be the type to hump the bed while going down on you and he'd LOVE getting his hair pulled 🙈🙈
warnings: sub!steven, cunnilingus, fingering, slight hair pulling, bed humping, cuming in one's pants (boxers in this case). 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.
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"Fuck, Steven," you moan, "just like that." Your fingers are in his hair, the dark strands spread through your fingers damp from sweat from how long he's been down there; determination and vigor laced in each movement of his tongue, each command, as you guide him. With each flick of his tongue you can feel him become more daring, more accustomed, more needy.
You can feel his fingers digging into the flesh behind your thighs as he devours you, as the flat of his tongue runs up your wet folds before the tip of his tongue dives between them to run against your clit, over and over, slow, almost timid until you push the back of his head. Steven getting the hint as to what you want, how this went before; his lips wrapping around your the sensitive nerve sucking on it.
Your back arching from the mattress, your legs shaking around him at the slow suck that turns hungrier, at the noises his mouth is making against you, your fingers tugging the strands of his hair; the moan he lets out from it vibrating across your clit.
You can feel the way his hips are moving against the mattress, can feel the heavy puffs of breath he's letting out as the tip of his nose hits the places his tongue hasn't reached just yet-adding to the burning pleasure in your lower belly.
It's so good, he's so good to you-for you.
"Can I.." he's looking up at you, his lips are swollen and wet. His eyes are big and needy, "can I put my fingers inside of you? Is that alright?" His accent thicker when he's aroused like this.
You can't help the smile that pulls up the corner of your lips, "yes," you respond, let your hand run from his hair to his cheek. Your thumb skating along his jawline until you get to his chin, his bottom lip. You slip the pad of your finger past his lips and press it to his tongue, "You're doing so good, Steven." The whimper he lets out as he closes his mouth around your thumb, sucking it gently-makes your pussy clench. Your stomach fluttering.
There's a small "thank you" that falls from his lips as his mouth reattaches to your cunt, his tongue once again exploring your folds, your hole, the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit until you feel two of his fingers press in you; leaving you breathless at how thick they feel inside of you, the filthy squelching noise of him fingering you-first slow, then faster once he gets the hang of it-making your cheeks burn, making your hips gyrate against his face, your moans more frequent and breathy.
"You taste so good," He groans weakly against your clit, his eyes rolling back, his fingers only stuttering slightly as he completely loses himself in you, devours you, brings you so close to that edge. You can feel his hips stuttering where they continue to rub against the mattress, you know if you were to look there would be a wet spot on his boxers and the sheets. His cock just as throbbing, weeping, and needy as your cunt. "I wanna make you come." He's whimpering between licks.
You open your mouth to respond, to tell him he's going to, to keep doing what he's doing, but then you feel his fingers curve just right at the same time his lips wrap around your clit; your thighs locking around his head as that delirious white hot heat consumes your entire being as you finally reach that precipice, as Steven makes you come undone, a string of moans and profanities slipping out.
Steven letting out his own slew of groans, deep and shaky against your aching clit, his entire body shivering against the bed-and you know without having to ask him, without having to look down and see the large wet patch on his boxer once he's sat back on his knees, that he came too.
"Was that-did I-do good?" His mouth is still slick, a flush taking over his body.
You reach for him, pull him down so he's on top of you, press a kiss to his mouth, slipping your tongue past his lips to taste yourself on him. The both of you moaning, "I loved it," you press another kiss to his lips, "you were so good."
