Describing Voices

The Many Faces of Marc Spector - (2022)

Dream Boy (2/?)

Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader

↪ Warnings: Fluff, Tiny Angst, Not the best of Writing

↪ Summary: Your coworker seems to be a weirdo. but not a bad weird. Maybe, a cute- a cute weirdo?

A/N : Mostly just a sub in story. This is from my Wattpad

Tags : @later-gators12

Words: 1k

The sun hit your closed eyelids.

You grunted as the light continued to irritate your eyes. Your hand came up to your forehead to rub it. Trying to soothe the pain.

You had another day of work to get to. Luckily, waking up wasn't too bad. Once you remembered what you had to do today it made a smile creep on your face.

Not necessarily what, but more like who.

A loving sigh escaped your lips as you rose from your mattress.

"Steven.."

You smiled as your eyelids lifted. You saw the sun, once again, making sun rays through your window.

It was a wonderful sight as you read your alarm.

6:00...

"Much better.."

You mumbled as you reached for your phone. You checked one of your list apps to see what you had planned for today. You wrote down what you needed to bring, some goals, and some exciting books to get to.

Especially your Egyptian books. Those are what interested you most.

Steven had appeared back into your mind. You tried to shake the thoughts away but somehow they didn't.

Then a look of shock came from your face.

'He doesn't even know my name'

Your hand softly touched your lips as you thought about this. You sighed, your heart felt broken but you knew it wasn't. What was happening to you?

This feeling. You didn't understand it.

You pushed yourself off your bed and made a plan. 'Don't get attached'

You gathered all your essentials and made it out the door with some time to waste. You thought it would be best to grab a coffee. You greeted your neighbors as you walked down your street. It was a calm morning with birds chirping, and the sun shining onto your soft skin.

You felt cool. It wasn't too hot nor too cold. Just cool.

A calm smile was set on your face. You rested at your bus stop sipping your coffee, excited to see a familiar face at the museum.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

Finally, the bus had made it to your stop. You had finished your warm beverage and threw it out. As you got on, you noticed how packed it was.

'This isn't going to be a fun ride, is it?'

An unamused sigh exited your lips as you squeezed past people to make it to the back of the bus.

You were suddenly pressed up against another man. Your hands couldn't be placed on your sides so you were forced to rest your hands on the poor man's chest.

You were too embarrassed to look up to the victim who was now in your grasp.

"I-I know you"

The man huffed. You darted towards the voice to see someone familiar.

Steven.

The bus suddenly swerved to the left, causing Steven to push you up against the wall of the bus. Your body tensed up as you tried to keep balance.

Steven's arm was right above your shoulder. Hopefully, this didn't spiral into a mess.

The curly-haired boy looked down at you and looked incredibly embarrassed. He tried to move his arm away, but the bus was moving in a way that if he did remove it, he would smother you with his chest.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry about this uh"

He seemed to try and call you something. Your brain remembered the fact he never got your name.

"Y/n"

You huffed out trying to find somewhere else to look besides his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Y-yes, Y/n, I'm terribly sorry"

You instantly reassured him. He accepted the reassurance but you could tell that he somehow didn't fully attain it.

His eyes seemed to be glued to you. When you noticed his glare he would turn towards the window. Then after a couple of seconds, he would turn right back to you.

You chose to accept this game that he didn't know he was playing. You scanned Steven's face and noticed that his eyes had dark circles under them.

You stared harder to make sure they weren't bruises. 'Has he not been sleeping?'

This situation with you being trapped by Steven made an electrifying feeling occur below your lower abdomen. This was definitely gonna be an interesting bus ride.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

You stumbled out of the bus. Steven jolted towards you trying to catch you. He seemed to be ready for your fall but you caught yourself just in time.

Steven still went to grab your arm, since he didn't notice you caught yourself.

Your face flushed from seeing how much he cared about your well-being. Sure, the bus ride was a tease, but this was something else.

'Why are you doing this to me universe'

You and Steven were right outside the Museum. Yet, you both were stuck. Stuck on the fact Steven hadn't let go of your arm.

If you asked him to let go, you would miss the warmth. If you didn't, then Donna would eventually find you two. Her most unloyal employees.

"Ste-"

"Yeah, sorry"

Steven let go and stormed into the Museum. 'That...was....interesting'

You followed after him. Once you entered, you saw that Steven was already by the counter. This was unusual behavior coming from him.

You felt like you knew that he would apologize sincerely and make you feel like he did an act of crime. But this, this was not normal.

Sure, you've only met him for a day, but it seemed like you knew him for years. His hair was swept back from his forehead, and you noticed that his accent had disappeared.

He sounded like a proud American. 'Weird'

You shook it off, you didn't wanna make a scene and ask all these weird questions towards a man that you just met.

You walked into the Gift Shop. You saw that there were only a couple of customers inside. You set your stuff down and took a deep breath in.

'Let's get this over with'

You turned towards the cash register. Your eyes instantly fell onto Steven, who was reorganizing some stuff on the shelves.

His posture seemed different. It was almost like he was more formal and not so flimsy. Your eyes were so fixated on the young man that you didn't notice a customer come up to you.

"Excuse me? Helloooo?"

You heard the man but you didn't turn your attention towards him. You were just too focused on Steven.

"Hey!"

The man then slammed his hand on the counter. You shook and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Deepest apologies sir"

"Yeah yeah whatever, scan this"

The man shoved something into your hand. You didn't care to know so you just scanned and rang him up.

"$5.00 please"

You heard a scoff as he handed you the money. You bit your lip in anger as you gave him his change and receipt.

"Have a nice day!"

You said sarcastically. The man rolled his eyes and exited the facility which left you to admire someone.

But, when you looked back, Steven was nowhere to be seen. You looked down at your hands disappointed. Your arms rested on the cold countertop.

'This job just doesn't get any easier'

You started to lean forward on the counter and began to lay on your hand, which was holding up your head. You swayed your rear end side to side as you stood there with nothing to do. No sight of Steven and absolutely no customers.

You sighed as your eyelids began to fall. You weren't tired but the feeling of boredom made you, well, bored.

Your waist stuck out more as you finally lay your head on the counter. This wasn't comfortable at all.

You thought about sleeping on the floor, which made you laugh a bit.

"O-oh Y/n?"

You rose from your position and turned around to find Steven right behind you.

Your heart began to beat out of your chest. You started to get sweaty and you felt like you were having a panic attack.

"How long were you there for?!"

You pushed out. You noticed that Steven's eyes were fixated on your figure. It made you feel nervous and yet it also made that stimulating feeling come back.

"A couple of minutes I would say"

Your eyes widened and you gulped intensely at the fact that you remembered swaying your behind not too long ago.

You noticed that Steven was slowly growing a smirk on his face.

'This isn't how Steven would act at all!'

You tried to smile but you thought about how Steven's personality changed.

Steven's legs began to shuffle towards you. Almost hesitantly. You turned your head towards the shop to see if anyone was there to interrupt whatever this was.

No one, absolutely no one was in sight. You darted your eyes towards The curly-haired boy. He had his eyes set on your frame.

Steven had stopped right in front of you. You began to slow down your breathing.

The male then reached for something in his pocket. Your breath hitched, 'What was he grabbing?! Is this where I die!?'

Your eyes shut, waiting for the worst.

"Here"

Steven spoke softly. You reluctantly opened your eyes to find a name tag in the boy's hands.

"You alright?"

He said with a scoff. You smiled sheepishly as you swept the tag away from him.

"Quite amazing actually"

You gave him a thumbs up with one of your hands as you clipped the label onto your shirt with the other.

He rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled as he began to walk back to one of the shelves.

"Jesus.."

You huffed out trying to catch your breath.

Once you finally settled. A customer rang up. You put on a smile and got back to work.

'What a turn of events'

Reblog to give Marc Spector a much needed hug😢😢

“Is this real? All I know for sure is that the rain feels real as it hits our face. Real enough, anyway. And that’s good enough for us.” Moon Knight #14 (2016)

Familiar Voice (smut)

A/N: Professor Grant typa stories own me so I am giving this a go. Not proofread, sorryyy.

Summary: Reader is a university student who makes erotic audios online, Steven discovers why his favorite flirty voice actress sounds familiar.

Pairings: Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader

Warnings: very explicit content, sexual language, age-gap (legal), professor-student relationship, mentions of erotic audio, implied exhibitionism, cunniglingus, multiple O’s, getting dominated, riding, praise kink, lots of “sir”

Word count: honestly don’t know, this has a lot

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+

You should not be looking at him like this. Absolutely not. Snap the fuck out of it before he catches you.

Class with Professor Steven Grant was only during Thursdays and Fridays at 3:00 PM, your last class of the day. Sadly, today was a Friday and this would be the last time you’d witness his godlike physique till next class on Thursday.

You really shouldn’t stare. It was impossible not to look though, he was wearing a dark blue dress shirt that was incredibly tight on his upper arms and chest. Like, it wasn’t fair for him to be waltzing to class like this. When you took this Egyptology class, you took it purely for educational purposes. But now, its been two semesters and you have no intention of switching.

Professor Grant was too damn hypnotizing.

“Ms. Y/l/n, are you still with us?” You get snapped out of your thoughts with his voice. You think you were staring at the ground at this point but it was embarassing nonetheless.

“Y-yes, sorry.” You shook your head and blinked a few times. Everyone in class was probably looking at your dumbass but you just buried your head back into the book.

Professor Grant stared at you for a few seconds, wondering what was going on in that mind of yours. You were no means a failing student, you were actually one of his brightest pupils. Unfortunately, your grades have been dropping lately. Despite this, he presses on, “Alright, so as I was saying…”

The class went on for at least an hour more, you were desperate to leave. You had a creative outlet for all these pent up emotions, sexual emotions, that Professor Steven Grant constantly made you feel.

That was through your hobby, recording erotic audios. You would create and record scenarios and act them out with your voice—as if you were doing it in real time with the listener. It was like being a x-rated actress, without having the actual exposure. It was pretty fun. Sure, you had a sizeable audience but all you cared about was letting out your pent up thoughts.

So as the class ended and you stood up from your seat, you couldn’t wait to just get to the hallway and exit the Professor Grant’s presence. “Ms. y/l/n, please stay behind.” You were already about 5 feet away from the door when he said that. Internally, you cursed. Why? Why oh why must this day be a pain in the ass?

You turned around and walked to his desk. He waited for everyone in the class to leave, only leaving the two of you alone in the room. Oh, the unholy thoughts that were going through your mind was enough to fuel your imagination for one of your audio recordings. But, you push it aside.

“What’s wrong, professor?” You lean slightly to his desk as he sits back down. He clasps his hands together and removes his glasses. Insinuating that he was about to tell you something serious, but you couldn’t help but gulp hard at the sight of his arms tensing.

“Is there something wrong, dear? Your performance these past few months hasn’t been the same.” He seemed concerned. Truly he was, he didn’t want someone with the amount of potential that you had to throw it down the drain.

And you didn’t even have a proper excuse as to why your grades were flunking. You swore it wasn’t on purpose. You have just been distracted during his classes.

“I- I have no excuse, Sir.” He felt a bit of a twang form by his crotch when you said sir. Something about it was so innocent yet so needy. I mean, if you knew that he felt attracted to you, you would probably tell the guidance counselor and run for the hills. But yes, he found you incredibly fascinating.

The way you wore those high waisted pants, joggers or leggings. God your thighs drove him nuts. The way your breasts would sometimes end up plopped ontop of your desk whenever you were writing— he could imagine it in his palm, kneeding the neediness out of them. But hey, this was just fantasies he wouldn’t act upon. All he could do is make sure you weren’t gonna continue self destructing.

“Well, this is very disappointing. You need to heighten your grades before the finals.” He grabs a pile of paper and taps it on the desk to straighten them out.

Disappointing? God, that word almost made you cry. You never wanted to make the man who you literally look up to, in more ways than one, feel disappointed in you. “I… I will. I promise, I don’t want to disappoint you further, Sir Grant.” The words were almost testing him. I mean to you it was probably nothing, just a formality. But goddamnit he felt his cock twitch more than it should have. Thank goodness you were on the opposite side of his desk.

He dismisses you, and you were on your happy merry way while he tried to make it home faster. Both of you guys couldn’t wait to be alone— for reasons that seemed to be unrelated but were actually far from it.

~

Steven arrives home and manages to re-heat some leftovers. By the time he was finished eating and drinking a bit of tea, it was time to go through his student’s papers and lesson plans for next week.

As he opens his laptop and opens the needed programs to plan out the week ahead. He grabs the papers in his work bag to grade. It was gonna be a slow night. He thought. There was nothing truly interesting about what he was doing since most of the time he’d just fall asleep during these seasions.

Then, he remembers. Fridays are usually when his favorite naughty audio maker uploads new content to listen to. He favored this content creator because her voice and aura was so similar to you, he couldn’t help but picture it was you speaking those sweet nothings into his ear. Dirty talking, begging, moaning. But who was he kidding? You weren’t like that.

Immediately, he whips out his phone and stands up to grab his earphones. Grading and planning these lessons out can wait.

He finds a comfortable place on the couch, sitting by the middle. Finally, he plugs in the earphones into the phone jack, opening up his browser to go to the audio page.

BabyVixen135

He types the username and heads to the page. Just as expected, a new audio that was uploaded a few minutes ago appears on the feed. Steven felt like a little kid on Christmas day as he selects the new audio, waiting for it to load. One quick glance to the title had his pulse quickening.

[F4M] Extra Credit, pretty please, Sir?

The audio began. It had atmospheric sounds to it that made him feel even more indulged to the scenarios being described and given. Suddenly, her voice enters his ears.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Oh, my grades? I… I didn’t know they were that bad…”

“No, I swear there’s nothing wrong, my life is pretty good.”

“Well there is one thing…”

“No, you wouldn’t like it…”

He found himself imagining the situation, imagining responding to the woman’s voice who was beginning to eerily remind him of you. But he just continued immersing himself into this dirty fantasy.

“I get distracted during your lectures…”

“See? It’s silly- I… It’s cause I find you… I find you very attractive, Sir.”

There that fucking sir was again. Why did it sound so much like you, he felt his length to be rock hard by now and couldn’t help but take it out into his hand.

“You aren’t mad?”

“But… this is so embarrasing. Sir? What if someone sees us?”

“Oh god, that does feel good.”

“Fuck, sir, your fingers feel so good on my pussy.”

Damn, he didn’t even last. He was stuck thinking that this voice was actually you and he lost it when the audio said pussy. This was pathetic, but truth be told, he has been horny all day and this could be the result. But enough of that, why did it sound like you so bad?

He fast forwards the audio to the end where there was usually sweet exchanges of words because he wanted to see if the twang in your voice was present all throughout.

“Mm, you felt so good baby… I hope you don’t mind me calling you sir again and again *giggles* It just turns me on so bad.”

He replays the ‘Sir’ part yet again. Shit. Holy fucking shit. It had to be you. There was no way in hell it wasn’t. He thought it through and concluded. This audio maker only uploaded on Fridays and usually after dinnertime, so the timezones make sense. Also, the sweet and soft airy nature of your voice was present in all of the audios. He had thought it was just cause you had similar voices but no. This was definitely you.

He couldn’t help but go through all the audios again. Inevitably getting hard again. And eventually cumming, again… and again. The thought that you were going home and recording these very graphic audios were making him feel all sorts of things. Thinking all sorts of things.

Did you like being dominated? Did you like riding? Did you like getting eaten out? Did you like being choked? Did you like all the things you constantly made audios about? God, Steven swore he emptied his balls out to your voice.

Did you base all those professor audios on him? Cause there was a lot. And if you did… God he was definutely going to have you, one way or another and make both your dreams comes true.

Unfortunately, No grading or lesson planning took place that Friday night.

~

You were studious throughout the entirety of the weekend and the first few days of the week. Mostly trying your hardest to catch up on Professor Grant’s previous lessons in order to better your grades. You managed to prepare a long ass essay that covered your understanding of the different topics you flunked in, hoping this would change his mind.

His words ‘disappointing’ were a constant reminder for you to never settle anymore. In your head, the only way you could satisfy him was through giving him good grades. Of course, you’d prefer something else but hey, you got that all out of your system on Friday night.

Today was finally Thursday and you were in the second to the last class of the day. You were just itching to give Professor Grant the essay you made so he could give you a bright smile and forgive you for your inconsistencies. You’d give anything for him to pat you by the shoulder while eyeing you, telling you that he believed in you and all of those sweet nothings.

And so, there you were. Walking into his class directly to his desk. He sat there on his chair with his glasses framing his face. He looked unenthused but you kept a positive attitude. “Hi Sir! I made a report for the topics I didn’t perform well in, I hope this makes you reconsider-“

“I need you to stay after class, again.” He speaks plainly, without even looking up from his laptop. “Leave that there.” You follow as he says and place your paper by the edge of his desk. Taken aback by his response, you turn away and took a shameful walk to your seat.

Why did he sound angry? A bit pissed, maybe? What did you do and how bad was it?

He taught the class as usual. Announcing the objectives of today’s topic, then to the contents, a couple of descriptions and a few examples here and there. Letting you all know the ins and outs of the egyptian mythology, as he usually does.

For what felt like eternity, the class ends. He gives out a few last minute announcements as the rest of the class stood up and made their way to the door. You, on the other hand, stood up and made your way to his desk. Waiting for him to finish saying his goodbyes to the class. “See you lot tomorrow!” His smile fades away when he turns to you. You, who was literally terrified of what he was about to tell you.

Were you grades just not it and he was kicking you out of class? Oh shit, you prayed it wasn’t that.

“Please, Sir Grant, if you could just look at my paper-“

“No no, me first.” He lifts his hands up to remove his glasses, exposing his gorgeous dark eyes. “Do you make online content, Ms. Y/n?” He leans against the desk, opposite of you.

What was he talking about? The pit in your stomach got deeper and you felt like you were about to faint. Was he talking about what you think he was talking about? “I mean everyone makes online content.”

“Yes, I know, what I meant was…” He makes his way closer to you and gently slides his hand across the desk as he approaches. “…adult content…” Steven’s voice was lower than usual. He has not stopped thinking about you eversince Friday. He’d catch himself listening to the damn voice any time he could. And it drove him wild.

He needed to prove to himself it was you.

You gulped at the sight of him, he was about a few inches away from you. You’re pretty sure he’s about to tell the university and you’d be screwed. “I uh… what do you-“

“Let me be extra specific, Ms. y/l/n, do you make adult audio content by the name of BabyVixen135?” At this point he was whispering in your ear and the heat coming from his lips was making a different type of heat radiate between your thighs.

He looked at your hesitant face, smiling as you were trying to form an answer. “I do…” You were scared. Yes this was very hot, but what if he tells on you. You’d be ruined and it would defeat the whole ‘no face’ concept you liked so much.

Steven was thrilled. Inside he already knew it was you, but the fact that you were confirming it felt so surreal. He wanted you. Fuck, it was so wrong to feel this way towards one of his students, but he has wanted you for a while. This whole situation was serving as a catalyst for his lustful thoughts.

He couldn’t have you here, it was too risky. Too many possible eyes and mouths that could speak out. Carefully, he tries to plan out how to take you home. How he’ll convince you.

You were terrified at his silence so you break it, “Please don’t tell-“

His hand cups your cheek, tilting your head to look at him. “I wouldn’t dare.” You looked at his eyes as he looked into yours and you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wet.

“Tell me one thing, would you, Ms. y/l/n?” His other hand slowly caresses your waist, squeezing it ever-so slightly.

“Y-yes..?” You were shivering under his touch.

“Did you ever think about me when you made those naughty, dirty, nasty, filthy audios?” The squeeze on your waist got tighter, making you audibly gasp. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes I did.” You admit. The next thing you knew was his lips crashing onto yours as you dropped your bag onto the floor, feeling the warmth of his touch. Melting onto one another’s skin.

His tongue licks your lips, asking for entry and you willingly let him in. It felt like you were in a dream. You weren’t sure if this was real or not, kissing the man you’ve been fantasizing over eversince you saw him.

Steven wasn’t any different. The moment he saw you, he instantly recognized your beauty. He eventually realized your brains. All your little antics and soft cues filled his days— the way you drank your water in the middle of class, the way you complained when he was lecturing too fast, the way you entered class like it was a runway. Goddamn, you stole any room and you definitely made him feel very sexual things.

But as fast as the kiss started, it ended abruptly, too. He heard you whine and felt his ego boost a bit since you were already missing his kiss. “Sorry, darling. We can’t do more here…”

“Can we go somewhere else, please?” You pleaded like a little puppy. This was an opportunity you’ve been waiting for awhile and you were gonna muster all the confidence you have in you to get this man in your damn pants.

Steven grabs his coat and his work bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He reaches his hand out to you, gesturing you to follow him. “Thought you’d never ask.”

~

You weren’t sure how it happened. It was a wild ass sensation. Getting into his car, trying not to get caught, him, carefully driving to his flat with the occassional touches and flirty gazes.

“How did you- how did you know it was me?” You adjusted the seatbelt along your chest, crossing your legs to try and contain the wet heat coming from your pussy.

Steven kept his eyes on the road, seriously considering grabbing you in between your thighs and playing with your mound during the drive. But he refrains and just answers you, “It already sounded like you. I tried picturing it as you, everytime I listened to the audios.” You blushed at his answer.

“But your latest audio confirmed it. The plot? The use of sir? God it was driving me over the edge.” He felt his pants tighten as his cock hardened. It was so difficult to resist you.

He tried to arrive to the flat faster and quicker, he wanted to just ravage your body. So. Fucking. Badly.

So fast forward. Now, you’re here. Being pushed into his flat as he slams the door behind both of you.

He pulls you in by the hand and plants peppered kissed along your cheeks, down to your lips. “I’m going to be honest, love. You’ve been quite a source of my lust…” He runs his fingers through your hair.

“You already know how I feel about you. My audios informed you.” You desperately tried to kiss him. Any part of him. Finally settling onto his neck. Soft kisses, soft licking and soft sucking.

“Why not let me experience it in real life? Hmm? Baby Vixen…?” He uses your username unironically and it kind of fits, rolling off his tongue like honey.

His words build more confidence in you, making you step back and slowly strip. You pulled your leggings down first, exposing your soft skin. Nearly making Steven groan at just the sight of you. He helps you step out of them, gently guiding you towards the bed.

Steven sits on the edge of the bed and continues eye-fucking you as you proceeded to remove your shirt. The light fabric easily slides off of your body and Steven couldn’t help but stare at the way your boobs were being presented to him.

His hand reaches out and subtly massages your tits, his cock was 100% aching and leaking pre-cum by now. “I want this off.” He peeks up through his eye lashes, pulling at your bra. “Now.” The voice that came out of him was more demanding. Yes you fantasized about him and yes that involved getting dominated, but this was just incredible.

Slowly, you unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Exposing your breasts to the cold air of his apartment.

Steven was incredibly hungry to get his lips around those beautiful boobs. So he immediately heads in, kissing and leaving slobery licks all over your tits. His hands massage them as his lips licked around and over your nipples.

“Fuck, this is so good.” He moves you to the bed, pushing you down as he glides back up to your lips.

“You’re such a sexy fucking slut, aren’t you? Thinking about me, making audios while thinking about me.” He kisses down to your collarbones, through the middle of your tits until he was just by your panties.

Shivering under his touch, you helped guide Steven nearer to your heat by lifting your hips up. “Please, Sir, I need you to touch her. She’s fucking needy.”

“Aw, is that right baby?” His fingers trace your lips through your panties. Feeling the wetness seep through even further. “All this juice for your good old professor?” He slides your panties to the side and pushes a digit inside.

“Oh shiiiit-“ Your pussy slides around his fingers. The sensitivity was so high that you became a moaning and panting mess in a matter of seconds. It didn’t help that Steven’s tongue and lips connected with your clit.

Circling his tongue while his finger curled up inside of you. His lips lightly sucked on your clit as he adds another finger into you. Out of habit, your hands tangle into his hair to push him in. “Oh my Godddd… sir… that feels so goood.”

“Mmm.” You felt his low hum vibrate through you. Making your legs squeeze around his head. “That’s my good little vixen. Good little baby.”

His tongue lowers down to your lips while his fingers go up to your clit. His thumb pad circling it around, hitting just the right places. You then felt his long tongue dip into, while he moves it around like a damn snake. You were shaking like crazy and felt the knot in your stomach build. Ready to implode.

“Sir Grant I-I feel like I’m about to-“

“Yes baby, do it. Cum all over my face. Cum all over your dear Sir’s face.” He wildly shook his tongue inside of you while his fingers continued to press on and rub your clit.

You felt your hips thrust forward and your eyes close shut. It was the best feeling ever, his hair was tickling your thighs, his fingers were praising your clit and his mouth was curling so good.

“Fuuuuckkk.” The tight feeling in your stomach finally comes to an end and you felt your wet juices flow out of you. You lifted your head up to see Steven who was not wasting a single drop coming out of you.

“What a tasty mess, baby.” He swipes his fingers along your slit and brings it to his mouth, “So damn sweet.”

He then plops next to you removing his dress shirt and slacks. His chiseled body made you thirst, especially once your eyes saw the tall tent that formed underneath his boxers.

You adjust yourself to view his beautiful physique better, he catches your lustfilled gaze and invites you on top of him. “Straddle me, darling. I need to feel that tight pussy around me. I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was almost begging.

Immediately, you removed your panties and swung your legs over him. Your fingers pulled the hem of his boxers and made his length spring up. He saw your mouth part in amazement and grabs you by the chin for a kiss. “Were you expecting that? Hm?”

You kissed him further as you felt his length push against your pussy. “Were you expecting this cock? Do you want this thick fucking thing inside you, darling?” As a response, you nodded into the kiss as he lifted your ass cheeks up with his hands.

Your lips were being swiped by his tip, your juices and his pretty pre-cum were making the areas slick. “Put it in me please-“

“Please, what? What was it you kept calling me..?” His hands gently pushed himself into you. Not too far in but you were definitely feeling stretched.

The pressure you were feeling was enough for you to beg. “Please sir, I want it. It’ll feel so good.”

With that, he slams up into you. He grounded you in place by holding you on the hips. He was stretching you so good, your tightness wasn’t hurting you because you were too wet from cumming before.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling him in you so deep that it felt like he was in your stomach. “Shit, darling you feel so good.” He kisses your breasts, leaving countless red love marks all over.

“So do you, sir. You fee-eel soo, fucking- good.” You were panting through his thrusts and felt another pit form in your stomach. Instinctively, you reached down and rubbed your clit. This catches Steven’s eyes and causes him to smirk, burying you onto him as he helps your fingers on your clit.

He was really filling you up now. You were basically just warming his length now. Soon enough he asks you to sway and grind while his entirety is buried into you. “Grind onto me baby, let me cum deep inside you while you ride your high, again. Give it to me.” He whispers onto yout flesh causing you to shiver.

You do as your told and sway your hips, left, right, front and back. It felt like you were being filled up till your chest, this type of movement was so new and made your pussy clench down onto him. He was feeling you tighten around his shaft and that sensation was so heavenly, he could stay there forever.

Your swaying began to pick up the pace as you slowly tried to ride him a bit. Feeling his length slide in you as you squeezed him again and again. “Fuccckk meee, darling. That is fantastic.” His hands grope your ass as he hissed at the feeling.

You were a sweaty, slutty and moany mess. “Sir Grant, I’m gonna- cum again…” Shakily you continued moving in the same pattern. Steven was so close too but he wanted you both to cum together.

“Me too, let’s- let’s cum together, my little slut.” He begins caressing every part of your body as you pleasured both you and him. “At the count of three.”

“One…” You began lifting your hips more while still swaying, he was groaning at your actions cause they were making it hard to control himself.

“Two, fuuuck…” His head throws back as he sees your beautiful eyes squeeze shut.

“That’s it baby, with me- thrr…three!” He pushes you down onto him as you push your head into the crook of his neck.

The sensation of his warm seed feeling you up made you smile. Laughing at the absolute miracle this situation has become. Last Friday you were just daydreaming about him and now he’s burying his load in you.

“Fuck…” You tried to move but he kept you there, your walls losened up as you felt him soften up too.

“Don’t move. Stay.” He grabs your face and pushes your hair away. The dim lighting of the apartment, paired with the moonlight made his heart flutter. Your eyes were so delicate. Your lips looked so plump. You had the prettiest face he’d ever seen and you just made him cum deep inside you.

“Sir I-“ You tried talking but he pulls you down for a kiss. His hands guide your hips to push you carefully off his length, still making you sit on his lap.

“Call me Steven, darling.”

fantasies ~ ewan mcgregor

word count: 2168

request?: yes!

@victoriaharkness​ “smut with ewan mcgregor when reader doesn’t know how to tell him about her sexual fantasies(light bdsm,sir kink type thing) ?”

description: in which her reputation as the innocent one makes it hard for her to tell him all her sexual fantasies

pairing: ewan mcgregor x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

One of the best and worst things about having a reputation of being “innocent” was the reactions you got when you told your partners about your kinks.

They weren’t even intense kinks or anything, but the fact that you were into something besides just plain vanilla sex often shocked whoever you were with at the time. You even had one ex tell you he thought you were a virgin before him, which made you laugh in his face. It was safe to say that relationship didn’t last much longer after that.

You had plenty of practice telling your partners about what you were into sexually, and you had definitely gotten used to the wide variety of reaction you got from telling them. However, for some reason, you were still finding it hard to try and tell Ewan about your kinks.

You had never worried about a negative reaction from any of your exes, but with Ewan it was different. Even in the short amount of time that you were together, you knew that he was someone you wanted to be with for the rest of your life. You were sure he wouldn’t judge you for your kinks, but there was still that small part of your brain that was convinced that maybe he would. Maybe he wouldn’t be into them, or maybe he wouldn’t like that you weren’t as innocent as he thought you were. You were terrified of ruining the relationship even though you kept mentally reminding yourself that it wouldn’t be your fault if Ewan wasn’t into the things you liked.

You had been trying to tell him for days, but every time you would build up the courage to ask him you would immediately chicken out again. The longer it took for you to get the words out, the more nervous you became. The anticipation of finally doing it was starting to grow and you were terrified to finally get it out.

When you did finally manage to tell him…well, it wasn’t exactly the best time.

You were both watching a movie at his place. Your nervousness was starting to bubble over, and when a sex scene started in the movie you knew you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m into BDSM.”

Ewan looked at you with confusion and you could feel your face heating up with embarrassment. Good timing, (Y/N).

“What?”

You sighed and looked down at your lap. You couldn’t face him, but you also couldn’t take back what you said. It was out there now, no turning back.

“I’ve been trying to tell you for a while,” you started. “But I kept chickening out, and…I guess I couldn’t keep it in for any longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone thinks I’m so innocent in the bedroom because I’m so innocent in public, but the truth is…I’m into BDSM. Like…light BDSM. I like being tied up, sometimes blindfolded and gagged, and choked and spanked, and I like to be called pet or princess, and I like calling my partner sir on certain occasions. I know it doesn’t really seem like much, but it always shocks people when I tell them and I didn’t want to keep it a secret from you for much longer.”

“And you decided now, while we’re watching a movie on the couch, was a good time to tell me?”

You cringed at this. God, you ruined the mood!

“I…I guess having it on my mind plus the sex scene just made keeping the secret too unbearable. I wanted to get it out there and to finally have it off my chest because I’ve been dreading your reaction for days now. Not that I think you’d react badly, but you can never really know how people will take learning that type of thing, and if it’s not something you’re into personally I understand, and - ”

You were cut off by Ewan’s lips roughly pressing against yours. His hands roughly grabbed your body, pulling you onto his lap and holding you tightly against him. You were shocked at first, but found it easy to melt into this kiss. Shivers were running up and down your spine as his hands explored your body.

You tried to deepen the kiss by attempting to slip your tongue into his mouth, but he grabbed your throat and pushed you away. You gasped as his grip around your throat tightened slightly, just enough to make you feel lightheaded.

“Listen to me,” he said, “you will not do anything unless I tell you to, and you will do absolutely everything I say. Do you understand?” You nodded and your eyes widened as his hold tightened slightly again. “Use your words, pet.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Fuck! You could feel your panties becoming more and more damp with every word he said. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

He kissed you again before picking you up in his arms and heading towards his bedroom, your movie abandoned all together.

He threw you down onto the bed and hovered over you. You wanted nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, or to pull him down on top of you, but you weren’t sure of what type of punishment that would inflict on you.

After a moment, he kissed your forehead and stood. You watched him approach his closet and rummage in it for a moment before coming back with a tie in his hand. He looked down at you as he approached the bed, cupping your cheek with one hand and running his thumb across your lip. Almost instinctively, you took his thumb in your mouth and began to suck on it. He groaned at the action and you could see the bulge in his pants becoming bigger.

Ewan took his hand away from your face and took hold of your shirt, roughly pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor. He then shoved you down onto the bed and took hold of your wrists in his hands. He held them above your head and straddled your body so that you couldn’t move. He began tying your wrists to the headboard, making sure there was no way you’d be able to escape your restraints.

With you officially under his mercy, he knelt between your legs and ran his hands over your exposed upper half. You shivered as his hands ran up from your stomach, specifically coming to stop on your breasts. You let out a whimper as he pinched your nipples between his fingers. He leaned forward, purposely pressing himself between your legs to tease you further.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his lips pressed against your neck, kissing and sucking there until he was sure he had left a hickey on you. He started to move down then, kissing painfully slowly down your body. He kissed and nipped at your boobs, taking each of your nipples in his mouth and sucking on them for a while. Your breathing started to increase as he got closer and closer to the place where you wanted him most.

He stopped just above the waistband of your pants, his hands reaching up to grab them but not making any motions to remove them.

“Do you want these gone, princess?” he asked.

“Y-Yes sir,” you stuttered out.

He pulled your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your panties. Ewan kissed your thighs and around your panties, making sure not to kiss you in the one spot that you wanted more than anything. Your head pressed against your pillow as you let out little whimpers. You had to stop yourself from bucking your hips up desperately, knowing that would definitely earn you a punishment.

“Do you want these gone, too?” he asked, pulling your panties aside enough that he could rub your swollen clit. You gasped as you tried to respond, but every time you opened your mouth he would rub a little faster. “Come on, pet, tell me exactly what you want.”

“I-I want you,” you finally managed.

“Where do you want me?”

You moaned as he slipped a finger into your wet pussy, pumping it in and out at a painfully slow pace.

“I want you inside me,” you said. “Fuck, please put your cock so deep inside of me.”

Ewan smirked at this. “Beg some more, princess, and maybe I’ll put my cock in you.”

You almost sighed with frustration. You loved the teasing, but you were becoming so unbearably horny. All you wanted was for Ewan to fuck you until you couldn’t walk properly.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes, knowing that would drive him absolutely insane. “Pretty please, sir, put your cock so deep inside of me and make me cum all over it.”

You tried not to let your satisfaction show when your words got you exactly what you wanted. Ewan’s eyes widened and he wasted no time in pulling your panties off. You moaned as he kissed your wet core once before sitting back on his legs and starting to take his clothes off.

You watched him with anticipation, taking in every inch of the body that you loved to look at. You could feel your arousal growing as he pulled his hard member out. He pulled your legs apart and teased your entrance with his tip.

Your wrists pulled against your restraints as he slowly pushed into you, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and feel his body pressing against yours. He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, helping him to get as deep inside of you as you wanted.

Luckily, he decided he was finished with the teasing. The moment he was deep inside of you, he started moving slowly just to let you adjust to his size inside of you, before his hips started to speed up. His thrusting became rough and the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with your moans and screams of pleasure.

You could feel yourself building up to your orgasm already. Your legs were starting to tremble and you could feel the familiar pressure building in your stomach, threatening to be let go at any moment.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered through moans.

“Not yet, princess,” Ewan said. “You better hold that until I give you permission.”

This just drove you even more wild. You weren’t sure how you were going to keep yourself from just letting go right at that moment. You wondered what Ewan would have in mind as punishment if you disobeyed him.

Part of you wanted to be naughty just to see what he would do. This was a whole new side that you were only just getting to see, you could only imagine what he would have in mind to punish you. But you decided not to explore that part of him just yet. You wanted to savior every moment of this very dominant Ewan.

His thrusts were becoming quicker and you could feel him twitching inside of you. His hand found your throat and he squeezed slightly on it again, bringing back that lightheaded feeling from earlier. You were trying to hold out on your orgasm as much as you could, but it was starting to get too difficult.

“I-I can’t h-hold it,” you told him. “Please, sir, can I cum?”

“You can cum now, princess.”

The words were barley out of his mouth when a warming sensation filled your body. Your walls tightened around Ewan’s length as you came so hard you were sure you were seeing stars. Feeling your orgasm was enough to push him over the edge as well, and you felt him filling you up shortly after.

You whimpered as he pulled out of you, immediately missing his contact. He untied your wrists and laid next to you on the bed. You rolled over and cuddled into his side, your body still shaking from your orgasm.

“Was that what you meant when you were telling me about your kinks?” he asked, a slight smile on his face.

You giggled. “It definitely was. I’m glad you had a positive reaction to it, though.”

“Why would you think I wouldn’t? Out of all the things you could tell me, being into BDSM was definitely the least serious of it all.”

You shrugged. “It usually shocks people when I say it because everyone thinks I’m so innocent. I’ve had past boyfriends leave me for it for one reason or another.”

Ewan shook his head. “Leaving someone because of a mild sexual preference is very silly. I’d never leave you because of that. I’ll just have to hope I live up to whatever fantasies you have.”

You giggled and kissed his cheek. “You live up to every fantasy I’ve ever had, whether you’re into the same stuff that I am or not.”

Ewan smiled back at you. You both settled into the bed and found yourselves drifting off to sleep within moments.

supermassive will be all like: we’re gonna show u the biggest amount of chemistry that two characters can possible have, but guess what? they’re not going to end up together

Picture

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Warnings; 18+ content, violent act, masturbation, imaginary throat fucking, dacryphilia, slight breeding kink, Steven being horny and desperate while Marc encourages him.

Summary; You've send him a pic and Steven sends one back.

Word count; 1,2k

Part 1 Misclicked

Masterlist

It was a normal day for steven. He woke up at his usual time, have breakfast while conversing with Marc and after that he got ready, excited to go to work.

It was all mundane until he saw you, the new manager of the Greece section. You were extremely different from Dona, you were kind, passionate and understanding, did he also mentioned that you're gorgeous?

The first time he saw you was weeks ago, maybe almost a month but you were shining that day, laughing with your co-workers as you walk passed him.

You didn't knew him but he was already whipped with the way you comfort a child that was lost that day. Your calm voice is comforting as you wiped the tears away from the child's face, comforting them with kind words of reassurance.

Then one thing lead to another, either it was fated or not but you accidentally bumped into him one day and find his interest in Egyptian history so fascinating that you wanted to hear more.

So you gave him your number and since that day you've became friends, friends who shared mutual interest on the same things. You've learned a lot from him as he did from you.

He frontend with a groan, looking at the unconscious body underneath him, "Seriously, Marc?" he shifted his gaze towards the puddle besides the body, looking straight at Marc.

"Yeah, well, I don't know what happened either, Steven."

Steven sighed, he bent down to search the man's pocket, finally finding his phone and unlocking it.

He saw a message of you saying that you went clubbing and smile softly, you didn't have to update him on everything in your life but you did and that makes him strangely giddy.

Before he can typed a reply, the 'unconscious' man tackle him making him accidentally pressed the call button.

Steven was quick to grip his collar and punched him hard, hard enough to make him truly unconscious this time before shoving him aside.

He panicked when he picked up his phone and hurriedly cancelled it. His heart is pumping loudly inside his chest as he typed.

Steven

I'm sorry, Y/n! I misclicked it.

Marc laughed at him, "don't worry Steven, she already said that she's going to the club right? She probably had her phone silenced so-"

He was cut off by a loud ding! from Steven's phone, both of them looked at the phone with a small smile, "she's so nice, isn't she, Marc?"

Marc nodded his head with a small smile, he always finds you attractive and you're so adorable in his eyes. Steven and him were undoubtedly attracted to you from the first conversation that you guys had.

Before Steven could write a reply he froze on the spot, eyes wide and he unconsciously unwrapped his mask. He gripped his phone tightly, so tight it could break at any moment.

"Steven, what- oh, fuck."

You send him a few pictures, Steven was expecting you laughing or just you having fun in the club, he was not expecting this type of pictures from you.

He gulped, his eyes wondered on your body, he can feel his breath starting to feel heavy. Fuck, he wouldn't say that he never imagined how you looked underneath all that clothes but you looked even better than his fantasy.

"Steven, send one back." Marc's voice snapped him out of his trace, he furrowed his eyebrow at his reflection.

"What?"

"Send one back."

"No, I heard you the first time but what?"

Marc shakes his head, "you don't get it do you? She send it expecting something, so we'll give her exactly that maybe even more."

Steven shifted his gaze back to your pictures, you look so good, so sexily tempting and you take this pic just to send it to him? Isn't that too good to be true? What if he misunderstand? That you simply misclicked?

"Steven. Are you really letting this chance go? You, no, we've had the biggest crush on her, come on. Take the risk."

Steven bit his lips, Marc's right, he always had a big crush on you after all this time and now he finally had a chance to do something about it. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"Alright, how do I took one?"

"Huh?"

"This type of pictures, how do I pose for it?"

That's right, Marc has forgotten that Steven has never done something like this ever. So he looked around, trying to find a decent place with enough lighting.

He finally found a set of stairs that lead to the roof and in front of it is a big window that reflects his reflection just perfect, not too clear but not that clear either.

"Go sit on that stair and take your suit off but keep your vest on," Steven do as he told, "roll up your sleeves," he rolled them up, making his veins visible.

"Lean back a little and spread your legs, let her see what she does to us."

He took the pic with a deep breath, he felt the sudden confident spread through him because he does look good in his Mr Moon suit, the bulge in his pants were clear and he also look pretty big.

"Send it." Steven took one last deep breath before pressing the send button. "Done."

"Now, we start the waiting game." Steven nod, his eyes kept wondering back to your pictures, he bit his lips, focusing on the lacy thong that were struggling to cover your private area.

He let out a breathless sigh, gulping as he let his mind started to wonder, he bit his bottom lip hard. "fuck it." He stated lowly.

He unzipped his pants, whipping it out and started to pump his cock with a small grunt.

He opened his eyes slowly and imagine you taking his cock into your mouth, greedily and deeply sucking him, he throw his head back.

Gulping his saliva as he imagined he'd gripped your hair and slammed your head down to take his cock deeper, you'd gag in response but that'll just turn him on even more.

He groan and cursed underneath his breath, he imagined how he'd grip your hair harder, holding it up for you so he can clearly see your face with your mouth full with his cock and tears falling from those beautiful eyes of yours as he use your mouth the way he pleases.

He imagined you would sit on his lap and started to grind on his cock as you slowly press your body to his, teasing your own entrance with his tip before slowly putting it in. He threw his head as he pumped faster.

He imaged how you would look while bouncing on his cock, how your breasts would bounce with every thrust and he would watch you move on top of him, you'd hold him tight with your chest pressed to his and staring straight into his chocolate ones with lidded eyes.

He gripped his cock harder, trying to imagine how warm and tight your cunt is. His breathing became heavier as he imagined you bending down and kissing him deeply, all tongue and teeth, whining and begging to be filled with his cum.

It's weird that he feel so fucking turned on with the thought of filling you up with his cum, claiming you as his.

His breath hitched as he feel himself near, he gripped his cock tighter, imagining that he's gripping your waist and slammed upward into you. His hips unconsciously do that.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n- fuck!"  he hiss your name as he came, white thick cum spurted out as he breathes heavily taking a moment to calm himself before fixing his pants.

He covered his eyes with his arm before muttering a quiet, "I want to hold her..." 

Im deeply in love with him...

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