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bite marks - steven grant.

pairing: dark!steven grant x female reader

summary: in which y/n starts receiving mystery packages from a stranger – not that she minds it since its stuff that she likes. however, things take a turn when a seemingly kind face reveals more than you would expect.

warnings: angst, fluff & smut (holy trinity).

a/n: happy reading!

word count: 3.4k words

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For several weeks you found bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. You were instantly delighted, as you had never received flowers before. It didn't take long for you to realize that someone was watching you.

That someone had maintained a fair distance from you but was close enough to observe you. He kept a book in which he made notes of your likes and dislikes, so far, he had written up quite a detailed profile on you.

As expected, another bouquet of flowers had been left on your doorstep, this time it was accompanied by a note – something which did not occur before.

Curiously, you wasted no time in reading the note.

‘like a moth to a blame, i can't help but feel drawn to your presence.’

It had no name signed to it, just a vague note.

A twisted part of you enjoyed the attention you received as you clutched the note to your chest and smiled briefly.

All the while you were completely oblivious to the stare on you.

Today, a day just like any other, had a slight change. A man, whom you don’t know the name of had walked into the café you worked at and had a nervous exchange when ordering his drink of choice.

“Steven,” you called out his name and waited for said mystery man to collect his drink. He avoided eye contact and said a little ‘thank you’ before walking to a secluded corner and situating himself there with a book.

You smiled at the sight and continued your workday as usual.

You enjoyed your line of work as it allowed you to indulge in two activities you liked. Meeting people and baking.

Steven had found solace in his little corner with a few glances your way. He didn’t want to be obvious since he was used to watching you from the shadows but watching you in your place of comfort made it almost impossible to keep his gaze away from you.

“Interesting choice,” you said as you cleaned the table next to him.

Your voice surprised him.

He looked at the book in his hand and then back at you.

“I’m actually rereadin’ it,” he said as calmly as he could.

“Oh? You enjoyed it that much?” you said with interest.

The book he had been trying to reread was “Persuasion” by Jane Austen.

“I certainly did,” he said with a smile.

He already knew of your interest in reading and took the initiative to read all books you have read in order to understand you better. Due to his observations of you, it was easy to pick up on your habits and on the fact that you’re unconscious of your surroundings.

You smiled at his reply and politely excused yourself to the kitchen.

Steven’s heart had been beating rapidly for the entire exchange the two of you had. It may have been small, but to him it was the perfect way to insert himself into your life.

Your everyday life has now consisted of friendly exchanges with Steven on the basis of books and the occasional walk home from him when he waited for you to close up the café.

The flowers from your admirer had not stopped, however, they had now become something you get occasionally.

On this particular day you had been living life as usual when Steven walked in with the sweet smile he had reserved for you, in his hand was his copy of ‘Persuasion’.

He sat at his usual place and waited for you to approach him, as you did so, he wasted no time in nervously babbling to you.

“I know this isn’t the most appropriate way to do this since you’re at work and all, but I would love to take you on a date if you would like to go on one?” he said all in one go and if it weren’t for you being used to taking note of everything your customers say then you wouldn’t have understood him.

Steven avoided eye contact with you the more you remained silent, and he had begun to think that maybe asking you on a date at work was a bad idea.

“I would love to,”

All worry he was feeling had dissipated and he looked with you with a toothy grin.

“You would?” he said slightly surprised.

You nodded in response and smiled at him.

He seemed to grasp his surroundings and returned your smile as he recited that he would have his usual drink. Before you left to prepare his order, he handed you his copy of Persuasion.

“I wanted you to have this,” he said, making a point to maintain eye contact with you.

You were about to protest when he spoke up again.

“Its an annotated copy with notes I made specifically for you,”

As soon as he said that you knew you couldn’t refuse it. So, you took the copy with a soft thank you and went on to tend to his order.

Following that exchange between you and Steven, the two of you had quickly fell into a relationship where everything seemed natural. Especially with Steven’s efforts towards you.

Upon making things official, you had told him about the flowers you received previously, to which he assured you that it was okay, and he would take care of it if you wanted him to.

Very quickly 3 months had passed by, and it was filled with pure bliss. Steven being a new addition to your life had made it a happy wonderland.

“Do you want anything from the kitchen?” you heard him ask aloud from your kitchen.

“I’m good thanks,” you assured him as he walked into your living room.

A recent activity the two of you shared was reading in the company of each other and annotating the books for one another. Which is what the two of you were currently doing.

You watched his reaction as you pulled out a book you knew he would be surprised to see.

His eyes slightly widened upon seeing the title and his eyes made their way to you.

“Interestin’ book you’ve got there,” he said, his voice sounding lower than before.

“You think so? I thought I’d give it a try,” you said feigning innocence.

“You should, I’ve heard tha’ its quite detailed,”

“You’ve heard of it?” you asked with a raised brow.

“Of course, I have,” is all he said before opening his own book and reading it.

You took it as a sign that he didn’t want to go further with the conversation.

Throughout the night, Steven had noticed the way you would slightly clench your thighs as your eyes skimmed through the book. It was easy for him to pick up on the fact that you were turned on by what you were reading.

He knew this from the many nights he’d seen you touch yourself. You of course were not aware of your audience, not that he would want you to know that.

Even though your relationship with Steven was only 3 months in, sexual activities between the two of you were not a main concern, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t time where either of you got carried away while making out.

He made it known to you that he wanted to take things slow, and you never questioned him because you respected his wishes. The actual reason he wanted to take things slow was because he wanted to enjoy your company before finally indulging in you. It was all part of his plan.

On a day which was just like any other, you were cleaning up your bookshelf when you realised a particular book of yours was missing. It had been one you read a long time ago and you had specifically put it in a place only you knew of.

You brushed off your concern and chalked it down to you simply misplacing it.

The weather outside had been rainy, but not the calm drizzle you were used to, instead it was storming. Steven had stated he had difficulty in coming to see you and you of course understood this and told him you’d see him tomorrow.

Just as you were about to walk into the kitchen to wash the dishes from earlier, the lights went out. You huffed out a sigh and began looking for candles in order to see properly in the dark.

A sound coming from your living room heightened your senses as you stayed stark still.

You were the only one home, so the noise was unusual to say the least.

With a candle in hand, you softly made your way towards where the noise came from. The rational part of your mind was screaming to leave it alone and retreat to the safety of your room. However, your curiosity had got the best of you.

A book was face down on the floor as you looked around for the source of the noise, you picked it up and turned it around to look at the cover.

It was the missing book. That missing book.

A burning feeling of fear in your chest made you turn around to go to your room, but the figure in the shadows did not allow that.

The stranger’s hand had clasped its way around your mouth to prevent your from screaming whilst the other had pulled you towards him and gripped both your hands in his to avoid you from getting away.

It was by sheer luck that the candle you were holding fell and the flame was put out instantly.

Now, you were in the darkness of your own home while a stranger held you prisoner in his hold.

You felt the vibration of his chuckle as he held you.

“You can’t get away from me,” he said maliciously.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to push your way out of his hold.

“You made it so easy f’me,” he stated as he dragged you towards your room.

He knew his way around your home, which didn’t register in your mind yet since you were trying to get away from him.

That’s when an idea popped into your mind.

You bit down as hard as you could, and he hissed in pain. Before you could scream, he used some type of material to stop you from screaming.

“Don’t make me do things I’ll later regret,” he warned as he stopped to make a point to you.

You complied out of fear and let him take you to your room.

With the absence of electricity, it made it difficult for you to make out the face of the man.

He carefully restrained your hands and made you sit on your bed facing him. You’d assume in a situation such as this you would be scared, but you didn’t exactly know what you felt. Maybe it was the adrenaline.

“If you listen t’me, then we can make things easy,” he stated.

You quirked a brow at him but nodded in compliance. The last thing you wanted was to make him angry.

“I don’t want any funny business, if you try anything against what I’m saying then I’m goin’ to have to use this,”

The little bit of light from outside allows you to see the knife he’s holding in his hand.

You feel a familiar throb between your legs at his words.

“Move more up,” he indicates to your bed, and you move up further to provide him with space to sit at the edge and watch you.

“Did you enjoy getting the flowers from me?”

Of course, it had to be the mystery man who had been sending you flowers.

“I assume you now don’t like them as much since you’re too busy giving time to someone else,” he said with a hint of a smile.

You want to speak and let him know that you missed receiving the flowers, but it occurred to you in that moment that this was a complete stranger to you. So, why did you feel the need to validate the way he felt?

“You may be thinking I don’t know a thing about you, but I know more than anyone else in your life,” he chuckled darkly and looked to the side before facing you again.

“I know all about the dark fantasies tha’ roam around tha’ mind of yours. The fear you feel by thinking about them but also the enjoyment you get,”

You tensed at his words; your thoughts were your own. Something only you were aware of.

He stood up from the bed and pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs open in the process, you were about to force them closed when he grazed the blade of the knife from your ankle all the way up to your thighs.

Your arms were still restrained in front of you as he began to train the blade towards your neck. Your eyes never left his, even if you couldn’t see them in the dark.

He was enjoying the willingness you were showing him.

“Be a good girl,” he said while using both hands to carefully cut your shirt in the middle. You felt the coolness of the air on your bare chest once he finished.

He stared at you for a moment and contemplated his choices.

“I’m goin’ to allow you to speak, but the moment you do anythin’ out of line. You know the consequences,”

You looked from the reflected blade to his shadowy figure and nodded.

He removed the piece of material from your mouth and waited for you to scream, when you didn’t, he disregarded the material and took hold of your hands by gripping them.

Your hands were above your head on the bed while he straddled you and his face was in line with yours.

“All you have to say is no,” he assured you.

Its funny how he gives you that choice after what his already done.

You thought for a moment, head foggy with thoughts and nodded.

A ghost of a smile made its way to his face.

“You’re a very bold person,” he said before kissing your neck and caging you between his body and the bed. His one hand still remained by keeping your above your head while the other grasped your breast, kneading the flesh and causing you to slight moan.

“You like tha’?” he asked with a chuckle.

You nodded and looked to his lips, as a way of asking him to kiss you.

“Use your words,” he insisted.

“Yes. I liked that,”

He pecked your lips and sat up briefly to take off his own shirt. You laid there and watched him with wanting eyes.

For a moment he stepped away from the bed and tugged at the waist band of your pants till they were off, next to be disregarded were your underwear.

He soon returned to kissing you, but his hand trailed down your body till they were between your legs, feeling your arousal.

“Someone seems to enjoy having a stranger do such things to them,” he chuckled darkly and began to draw little circles on your clit, making you bite your lip to stop your moans from being heard.

“I want to hear you,” he insisted and added more pressure to his fingers on your clit. Your moan of pleasure gave him the validation he so desperately wanted to hear.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as he sucked on one of your breasts.

He hummed in acknowledgement and continued his little game of pleasure.

Slowly, he made his way down your body till you felt his tongue teasing your clit.

You went to move your still restrained hands.

“Keep your hands where they were,” he warned and looked up at you.

You complied and spread your legs more for him.

He took his time with teasing your clit, using his fingers to spread you so he could suck on your clit and spread your arousal.

“You’re so wet,” he said with a teasing tone.

“Please,” you begged, not knowing exactly what you wanted.

You felt two of his fingers at your entrance as he stimulated you by still sucking on your clit. He set a comfortable pace, his fingers motioning them in a way that has you almost seeing stars.

You feel yourself going towards that feeling of euphoria and as you clench around his fingers, he stops.

“Not yet,” he said with a chuckle.

You whine in protest but silence yourself once he moves. He removes whatever remaining pieces of clothing he has and situates himself on the bed and pulls you on top of him to straddle him and removes the restraints from your hands.

“Ride me,” he says almost like a plea, which surprises you.

You settle one hand on his shoulder to balance yourself as you guide him into you. As you slowly sink down into his lap, you both gasp at the feeling of each other. He kisses you and pulls your body closer to his. Your hips begin to move on their own accord as you continue to kiss each other.

“Just like tha’,” he praises as he breaks the kiss and looks at you.

Breasts slightly bouncing with the motion of your hips. Out of habit you bite your lip, but soon grip his neck to make him look at you before you kiss him.

Something about him feels so familiar, but any rational thoughts you have are consumed by the feeling of him. A stranger who is making you feel things you’ve only read about.

You continue to kiss him and feel his one hands trail between you and him. You feel the pressure of his fingers on your clit and soon that familiar build up of euphoria is felt in the pit of your tummy.

“You gonna cum f’me?” his tone was demanding yet still held desperation in them.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you admit and start to move your hips even more.

“Then cum,” he demands, and like the good girl that you are, you cum.

You moan into the kiss and ride out your orgasm, only stopping when you become too sensitive.

He chuckles when you slump against him.

“We’re not done yet,”

He braces you against him and soon your back is on the bed, and he is now above you, his cock still inside you.

In the middle of you gaining your conscious thoughts back, you see him take the knife from before and hold it against your neck.

The feeling of the cool metal makes you gasp.

“I’m not goin’ to hurt you,” he assures you, and somehow you know you can trust him.

He begins to thrust into you at a slow pace, leaning over to kiss you every now and then while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. The blade is still held against your neck. The wetness from your previous orgasm makes it easy for him to thrust into you.

You hear him curse under his breath every few moments, and you know he’s having an internal battle with wanting to thrust into you harshly.

“Do it,” you tell him.

He hums in confusion.

“Fuck me faster, stop holding back,” you tell him.

That was all he needed to hear before you felt him begin to increase the pace in thrusts and the force of his hips were now more brutal than before. He was chasing own high, but at the same time. He was ensuring you felt it just as much. You felt him kissing your neck and without warning, you felt his teeth sink into your neck. The pain causing a sense of pleasure.

“Rub your clit,” he says through gritted teeth.

You do as he says and clench around him at the overstimulation. With a few more thrusts, he’s cumming inside of you and while you cum at the same time. You’re both breathing heavily. You lay there and stare at the ceiling above you, the rational thoughts finally making their way back to you.

A stranger just fucked you in your bed, and you willingly let him do so. Your thoughts were interrupted by said stranger pulling you towards him and kissing you on the forehead. The pain from the bite mark still lingered on your sensitive skin.

“Fuck, y/n. Tha’ was so good,”

That’s when it hits you. That voice.

“Steven?”

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moonluvin · 5 months

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voicemail - simon 'ghost' riley.

pairing: dark!simon ghost riley x female reader

summary: in which simon riley – your ex situationship, send you a voicemail detailing just how much he misses you along with instructions of what he wants you to do as you listen to the voicemail. however, theres more than meets the eye about whats going on.

warnings: angst – angsty feelings about an ex situationship, fluff – maybe? Idk i tried to add in a mix of it, smut – (minors dni) possessive!simon riley, he uses his ghost persona as a way to watch you indulge in ‘self-love’ from across your apartment, stalker-ish behavior from ghost, female and male masturbation, ooc!simon riley?

a/n: tis’ my first time writing for ghost, be gentle with me! this was inspired by a gwa audio i heard not that long ago. this could be part 1? maybe i'll do a little drabble later on

word count: 1.2k

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You roll your eyes at his words.

“Your have 1 voicemail,” your house phone announced as you pressed the button and sat lethargically on the couch in your living room.

You had just gotten off after a long day’s work and it had finally been the end of a long week.

You scrolled on your phone as your waited to listen to the voicemail.

“I know I probably shouldn’t be calling you…” the voicemail began.

The familiar voice made your heart rate pick up.

“… but I miss you,”

If he missed you so much then he wouldn’t have been afraid to take your ‘situationship’ to the next stage.

“I know you probably rolled your eyes at that, but its true. I miss having you in my home, in my arms… in my bed,” his words began with a chuckle and ended with his tone becoming husky.

You sat on the couch staring on the coffee table in front of you. At the point you should’ve stopped the voicemail and deleted it, but a part of you wanted to listen to what else he had to say.

“I saw you last night, when you were walking home from work… with the guy from the office. He seemed pretty handsy, with his hands on your shoulders, waist and attempting to hold your hand. I told you he liked you, but you never believed me,” he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

He saw you walking home? Simon lived quite far from where you stay. He’d have no reason to be in the area.

“You looked beautiful… so fuckable,” he groaned, and you could hear the slight shuffling of his sheets in the background.

Was he… masturbating?

You knew Simon was a God in bed, but you’ve never seen or heard of him pleasuring himself before. The mental image in your mind made you grow aroused.

“Hmm, you’re probably clenching your thighs,” he chuckled and hissed in pleasure. “Your pussy always made it a challenge for me to not cum so quickly,”

Flashbacks of many nights in bed with Simon flew through your mind.

“I shouldn’t be touching myself while doing this, but I can’t help it… when it comes to you,” you could hear the wet sounds of him stroking his cock in the background.

“If I know you well enough, and you know I do. Then, you’ll trail those little hands of yours toward those panties and tease your clit for me,” he said with dominance in his voice.

It wouldn’t hurt right? To indulge in a little self-love while listening to Simon fuck his hand to the thoughts of you. It had been a long week and its not like he or anyone else would see you, right?

Well, the watchful eyes across the street said otherwise.

Simon stood at the window opposite yours and watch from the dark as you slowly start to tease your clit. He could hear everything in your apartment due to the gadgets he put in places while you weren’t paying attention.

“Such a good girl,” he said to himself as he watched you touch yourself.

Simon was a possessive man by nature, it was no surprise to you he would ward off any wandering eyes that made their way to you when in public, but you didn’t know he was this possessive.

“Hmm, I can imagine your little fingers rubbing that clit in circles to get even a little bit of relief,”

His dirty talk through the voicemail had you nodding to no one in particular.

“Go ahead and finger fuck yourself for me,” his voice instructed through your house phone. You had discarded your pants at this point and undid the buttons to your button up.

Even if the voicemail had taken place at God knows what time, you still wanted to make the most out of what you assumed would be your last interaction with Simon.

You let your arousal-soaked fingers ease gently into your pussy. The last time you came was thanks to Simon and that was 2 weeks ago when you broke things off with him.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself for me,” the wet sounds on his end increased pace and you could tell he was holding back from fucking himself silly, like you did to him sometimes when you’d ride him.

“Tease your clit with your other hand,” he instructed, and you did as he said.

“I’m imagining your beneath me, with your legs spread and you teasing that pretty pussy of yours. The way I would be fucking that pussy so hard if I were there. Fuck,”

By now you were finger fucking your pussy at the same pace he was fisting his cock.

“I’m close,” you said loudly in the silence of your home.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, you better be close, baby,” Simon moaned and released a string of curses as he felt himself on the familiar edge of euphoria.

He remained silence, except for a few moans and groans of pleasure. You could still hear him stroking his cock and soon felt yourself cumming on your own fingers. In the midst of your calming down from your high, Simon could be heard through the voicemail reaching his own high.

“I hope you came as hard as I did, baby. Just the thought of your touching yourself for me drives me wild. You have no idea what I would do for you,” he said through heavy breaths.

You remained on the couch catching your own breath and wondered what he means by the last sentence.

“I suppose this isn’t a healthy way to move on, hmm? But all I can think about is you…”

And with that the voicemail ended.

You sat up and looked around the room, opting to take a quick shower and start making dinner. The orgasm you just had brought you some relief from the stress you’ve been under.

While you prepared your shower and got naked.

Simon watched you and smiled as he took in the sight of your body. Something he now had memorized from memory. He knew all the ways to bring your small and intense pleasure.

He thought about maybe rubbing one out while your showered, but he knew it would only take a matter of minutes before he could have you.

As you made your way out of the shower and into your room, there was a knock at your front door.

With furrowed brows you called out that you’d be there soon and put on an oversized shirt, which belonged to Simon, and opened the front door without looking through the peep whole.

“Evening, baby,” greeted the voice which made you cum.

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moonluvin · 10 months

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eyes don’t lie - steven grant.

pairing: dark!steven grant x female reader

summary: in which steven grant - a local librarian, develops a fixiation on y/n - a frequent library user. steven inserts himself into y/n’s life in an attempt to grow close to her. however, just as things are looking up for steven, the green eyed monster chooses to visit.

warnings: angst – protective steven grant, and jealous!reader slightly jealous!steven grant, fluff – steven being the sweetheart that he always is, librarian!steve grant, smut (minors dni) soft yandere!steven grant?, possessive, penetrative seggs (wrap it before you tap it), fondling of the boobies, good old make out sessions, breeding kink?, oral – female and male receiving, fingering, age gap (reader is early 20′s & steven is early 30′s), ooc!steven grant, steven grant centric.

a/n: this needs to be edited.

word count: 6.2k.

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His gaze was a blend of curiosity and desire, it lingered on your features with unwavering devotion. Eyes secured, he sees beyond the surface, perceiving your soul's every hue. His lips, curved in a soft smile, speaking volumes of adoration.

Many would label his gaze one of a man in love – which for Steven was true.

He first noticed you when he was working the graveyard shift at the library. You came in with textbooks in your hand and your laptop bag over your shoulder. Finding a place at the far end of the library, you took out your laptop and opened your textbook.

Steven stood at the bookcase he was setting books on and admired your beauty from afar. That night, his eyes flickered with a fixation on you.

The last thing he expected that night was for you to approach him in need of something, and as you did, he listened to you with a soft smile on his lips. However, that smile concealed his dark growing desires. Beneath his nervousness was a whirlwind of possessiveness, waiting to consume you.

Rationality settled in quickly and he found himself stuttering out a reply to you and helping you in locating the book you needed. From the corner of his eye, he could see you following him between bookcases that towered over the both of you. He could have you in that moment if he wanted.

“H-here we go,” he stammered taking the book of the shelve and holding it out for you to take.

“Thank you so much,”

As you took the book from his hold, your fingers briefly brushed against his – sending a jolt of electricity to Steven. He concealed the reaction with a smile to you.

You soon turned around and returned to your seat. Using the rest of your time in the library to complete whatever work you had.

Steven knew little information about you, but craved to know more about you.

That was when the real infatuation had begun.

You were now a regular at the library, choosing to complete college work there or spend your spare time to read. You deemed it to be better than your college library where people chose to hook up and mess around.

Steven Grant, the librarian you made friends with, had become close to you. He was a few years older than you, but his presence in the library had made the place livelier to you.

“Hello Steven,” you whispered to him as you walked to the counter he worked at. You had two hot drinks with you, one for him and the other for you.

Steven’s heart fluttered at your voice, as he turned to you, his eyes took in your attire. It was cold outside, and you were dressed in a short sleeve black top and grey sweatpants.

“Hello darlin’. Aren’t you cold?” he noticed the goosebumps that littered your skin and gazed at them with furrowed brows.

He tended to notice everything about you.

“A little, I didn’t get to check the weather before leaving,” you shrug your shoulders and hand Steven his hot drink.

Oh no.

He couldn’t have you catching a cold.

“Thank you,” he said grateful and set the drink down on the counter. He grabbed his jacket which he brought with him and walked around the counter to drape it around your shoulders. You were about to protest, but Steven beat you to it.

“No, I’ll be havin’ none of tha’. You can use this and keep warm. Temperatures are going to drop the rest of the evenin’,” he stood behind you with his hands still on your shoulders.

The smell of your vanilla body wash and lotion invaded Steven’s senses. It was intoxicating how sweet you smelled. He breathed you in one last time before coming in your line of sight.

A smile of appreciation had adorned your face.

“What would I do without you?” you joked and met his gaze.

He nervously chuckled, trying to ignore his fluttering heart and looked to the contents occupying your other hand.

“Got important work to do? You’re usually not here this early,” he wondered out loud with furrowed brows.

As much as he knew you were intelligent and hardworking, he didn’t like how stressed you were sometimes.

“Not work, but tutoring. I’ve got to tutor this guy in my class. My professor wants a 100% pass rate and expects me to try and help,” you complain to him. He could see your disdain for it as you rolled your eyes.

“I see. Will you be stayin’ later? I don’t have the night shift and wouldn’t wan’ you to walk home alone,” he said trying to divert his attention from the fact you would be tutoring a guy.

One of the things Steven did to spend as much time with you as possible was to always work the night shift so he would have the chance of walking you home… and to also use it as time to silently admire you – but you didn’t need to know about the latter.

“I’ll head home around 6. My roommate is gone for the weekend, and I don’t want to leave the apartment unattended for too long,” you explain before taking a sip of your drink.

“Alrighty, I get off at tha’ time. I can meet you here when you’re done? Give you a walk home?” he asked with hopeful eyes.

“I’ll see you then,” you say with a kind smile and make your way to your designated place.

Making his way back behind the counter, he takes a sip from the drink you got him while he watches you.

It tasted exactly the way he liked it.

He wanted to hurt him…

Steven was never someone who was familiar with the green-eyed monster, but right now his eyes glimmered with a trace of green. His jaw clenched, and brows gathered – showing the storm of jealousy growing within.

The guy you were tutoring was a touchy fellow. His hands shouldn’t be around your shoulders, and he shouldn’t be leaning in that close to you, it’s a library and there wasn’t noise preventing him from hearing you speak.

He watched you tutor that arrogant lad and knew from your body language that you wanted to be anywhere else but there. The awkward eye contact you made with him a few times indicated that.

He looked to the clock and saw that there were barely 10 minutes left till 6pm.

You had started to pack your things and glanced over to Steven, who waved at you with a small smile. You walked over to him with the guy trailing behind. Steven walked towards you with his own laptop bag on his shoulder, he smiled at the fact you were now properly wearing his jacket.

Something about you wearing his clothes stirred his fixation on you further.

“Ready to go?” you asked in a whisper and stood closer to Steven and gazed up at him.

The way you whispered to Steven was different from previous times; he knew something was wrong.

“Yeah, darlin’. Ready when you are,” he looked to your lips and then your eyes, checking to see if he could tell what was troubling you.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention before you could answer him.

You both look to the guy.

“Can I help you?” Steven’s voice filled the silence, his hand making its way to your waist and pulling you closer to him. Instinctively, you lean into him.

“Just wanted to say bye before leaving,” he said with a smug grin.

You raised a brow at his words and watched him with an annoyed look.

“Bye,” you said in a monotone.

He walked away with a wave while Steven watched him like a hawk till he was out of view.

“Is everythin’ okay?” he asked you, placing his hand on your chin to tip your head up so you could meet his eyes.

“I-I think so,” you say with a stutter.

Steven knew you weren’t okay.

“Come on, let’s stop at tha’ café before I walk you home, yeah?” he asked to try and bring your spirits back up.

You hum in response and rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you walk out of the library. It was unusual for you to be a touchy person, but with Steven it felt natural.

If you were comfortable with him then that means you trust him, right? That’s how he saw it.

It was indeed cold, like Steven had said, but you were lucky enough to be warmed up by Steven’s jacket. The café wasn’t far from the library, so you were looking forward to the warm embrace the café would have.

“Thank you, for what you did back there,” you thank him as you entered the café.

Soft, amber lighting greets you within the café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee encloses the air, inviting you into a haven of warmth and relaxation.

When you both approach the counter and ordered whatever beverages and treats you wanted, Steven insists on paying for it, but you make a deal of buying him something next time.

“You wanna find a table to have these at?” he asked, glancing around the busy café.

“Is it okay if we have these at my place? I hope you don’t mind,” you say to him with a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh darlin’, you didn’t even have to ask. Of course, we can,” he assures you.

You didn’t want to be a bother, and Steven didn’t see it as that at all. When he saw you avoiding his eyes, he reached up and tucked your hair out of your face and made him look at him.

“I mean it, whatever makes you comfortable,” he insisted.

Your face was so close to his that if you moved up slightly more, your nose would brush against his. He was so tempted to kiss you in that moment, but he knew that even though you plagued every thought in his mind, day and night – he needed to take things slow with you. He had already made so much of progress in getting close to you.

“You promise?” you hold out your pinky for him.

“I promise,” he answered and locks your pinky with his.

Soon you found yourself closing the door to your apartment and turning toward Steven, who stood in awe, taking in your living space.

“Sorry for the mess,” you state feeling embarrassed and walk to the kitchen to leave the beverages and treats on the counter.

“It’s perfectly fine, darlin’. You should see my place,” he said with an awkward chuckle.

When you briefly turned away from him, Steven found himself cringing at his words. There could only be one explanation for this, you made him nervous. Steven would become a blushed, stammering mess when it came to speaking to you sometimes.

“You can make yourself comfortable in here, I’ll just have a quick shower and join you so we can finally get to eating?” you asked glancing at the clock.

It was only 6:30pm and you would make it quick in the bathroom.

Steven nodded at your words with a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to answer you verbally, because all he could think about was the fact you would be naked, in the next room.

Many nights went by where Steven would have to use his imagination and fuck his hand to the thought of you. He felt himself growing aroused and knew he had to divert his thoughts elsewhere.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you say and walk to your room to retrieve your clothes and a towel before making your way to the bathroom which was down the hallway.

Steven found himself sitting on the two-seater couch in your living room, your apartment was simple. An open plan kitchen and living room with big windows facing a quiet street, along the kitchen was a hallway with 3 doors. First was your room, then the bathroom and down the hall was your roommate’s room.

The sound of the shower could be heard in the apartment. Steven looked out the windows in an attempt to divert his arousal. However, that didn’t stop his thoughts from wandering to what you looked like in the shower as water poured down your body.

The imagery didn’t seem to want to leave his mind, his right hand trailed down to his clothed growing erection. He palmed himself slightly, at the back of his mind he knew it was wrong, it was too big of a risk, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

His mind wondered.

What would your mouth feel like around him? Would you be able to fit all of him into your mouth? Would you allow him to fuck your face? Would you play with yourself while his cock was in your mouth?

A whimper left his lips, he knew his cock was most likely building precum at the tip, if it was one thing Steven enjoyed most about his ‘happy time’ – it was edging himself. His mind wondering to all sorts of scenarios and ways he could use your body for yours and his pleasure.

His head was lulling against the back of the couch and his thighs were spread as he palmed himself.

When the sound of the shower suddenly disappeared, he hastily sat up and put a pillow in his lap to hide his now obvious arousal. Soon you stepped out of the shower, freshly clothed and your hair slightly damp.

“Told you I’d be quick,” you said walking toward the kitchen counter. You took out two plates and put one of each item you got from the café. Steven had already left your drinks on the living room table. You brought over the plates and sat next to him.

“Thank you,” he said with a warm smile, to which you replied with a smile.

“So, tomorrow is Saturday. You got any plans?” you asked, trying to make some small conversation.

“I’m off tomorrow, so most likely a late morning if I can get any sleep tonight,” he chuckled. Steven’s sleeping habits was no secret between the two of you. One day at the library you noticed how tired he was, and when you expressed concern, he explained it all to you.

“You don’t seem as tired as usual. I assume you’re getting good sleep?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment. To Steven, the only way he could get a good night’s sleep was after he masturbated to the thoughts of you, but that wasn’t something he could tell you.

“You could say that. I figured out a way to ease my mind…” he said trying to hide his dazed smile.

You smiled at his words, to you it meant he was doing better and taking care of himself.

Oh, how innocent you were indeed. Always being so caring for others.

You both went on to talk about mundane things, which include your college life, and his work like. Your plates were now clean from any treats and long forgotten on the living room table.

A yawn left your lips, and you took a glance at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 8pm.

“It’s quite late, you should stay the night,” you say facing Steven.

As much as your words excited Steven, he couldn’t spend the night since he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep under the same roof as you. At least not yet.

“It’s not tha’ late. If I leave now, I can make it home in a jiffy, darlin’,” Steven explained waking from the couch. The pillow on his lap fell and your eyes went to the very obvious erection he had, but you quickly looked away before he could notice.

You rubbed your thighs together to rid yourself of the ache between your legs. Steven did notice that but assumed you were cold, you couldn’t be aroused, right?

“Are you sure?” you say diverting his attention away.

“Positive,” he breathed and clasped his hands together. “I best be off then. Thank you for the lovely evenin’, darlin’. I hope you’re feelin’ better now,” he stated, recalling how you felt from earlier events.

“Much better, all thanks to you,” you got up from the couch and stood next to him as he picked up his shoulder bag.

You both walked towards the door, Steven let you walk before him, admiring the view of your ass. Savouring it in his memory for later.

“Message me as soon as you get home, okay?” you say to him as he steps out.

“I will,” he assures you with a smile.

Next, you do something that Steven least expected. You stepped forward, settling your hands around his neck, causing his hands to settle on your waist. You hugged him tightly, making his cock brush against your thigh. A good minute passed by before you stepped away from him and placed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” you say to him one last time.

Steven’s heart raced with an intoxicating mix of ecstasy and pride. He felt an intense yearning for you. The small kiss had fueled his deep attachment, amplifying his infatuation.

The smile that graced his lips had brought one to yours.

“Good night,” was all he managed to say before turning and walking away. If he were to stand there any longer, he’d make his way back into your apartment, with you thrown over his shoulder.

That night as Steven lay in bed and got off to the pleasure of envisioning you in the shower, you had done the same by thinking of his arousal.

Hand between your thighs, mind foggy with the thoughts of the sheer size that Steven had been hiding.

You were attracted to him from the moment you asked him for help in the library, but why would someone like Steven want someone like you? You were younger than him and came with a life that barely started yet.

For now, you would take whatever you could get from him.

Monday approached quickly and you were looking forward to seeing Steven after attending your classes for the day. The last you spoke to him was when he messaged you that he had reached home on Friday.

You walked into the library with the intention of speaking to Steven about his weekend, however you were met with the sight of Steven talking to someone else. An unfamiliar woman who stood too close to him for your liking.

“Oi y/n! Sweetheart,” he said cheerily and waved you over.

You smiled at him and made your way to over.

“Hi,” was all you said as you assessed the women beside Steven from head to toe.

“I want you to meet Layla, she’s new to the library staff,” he explained and motioned to Layla.

“Nice to meet you,” you say to her with a tight-lipped smile.

She had reciprocated your kindness and greeted you. Your eyes made their way to Steven who was looking at Layla happily.

A pang of hurt bloomed in your chest and you very quickly wanted to exit the situation.

“I have some work to do, so I’ll just be over there,” you said kindly and excused yourself with a smile. However, Steven noticed the smile hadn’t quite been the same as the many ones you gave him before.

He watched your retreating figure with furrowed brows.

“I don’t think your girlfriend is happy with me working with you,” Layla had chuckled humourlessly.

“She’s not my girlfriend… yet,” Steven whispered the last part to himself.

You observed Steven’s interactions with Layla. They seemed to be very chatty in a place that was meant to be quiet. You decided it would be best to concentrate on your work and get it done.

That didn't stop your eyes still seemed to find their way to Steven and Layla. Sometimes she would brush her hands on his shoulder, smile at him widely and laugh a little too much at his jokes.

As Steven was stacking books on a bookcase near you, he watched as you began to pack away your books. He looked at the time and saw that it had only been an hour since you were here.

Immediately, he made his way to you.

“Are you leavin’?” he asked in a hushed tone.

You nodded in confirmation.

“Use your words sweetheart,” he encouraged, placing a hand on your chin so you could meet his gaze.

“Yes,” you breathed and stood up.

“So soon?” he wanted to know more than just that.

“I had a long day, need to sleep,” you explained and gave him a small smile. He nodded at your words and walked with you toward the exit with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Message me when you get home, yeah?” he mimicked your words from Friday night.

“Okay. Good night, Steven,” you said and walked away without another word.

10 minutes later you had messaged him a thumbs up emoji to say you had reached home.

This was different from your usual ‘reached home xx’ texts.

Taking a deep breath in, Steven chose to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust your words.

Jealousy

Was what you felt each time you were in the library that week. You couldn’t concentrate on your work. You knew Steven’s eyes were on you each time you were there. You had essentially been avoiding him and keeping communication to a minimal.

The insecurities had begun surfacing each time you saw Layla and him interact. She was someone closer in age to Steven and they complimented each other by standing beside one another.

The crush you were harbouring for him had boiled over and now you were left to tend to the burns on your own.

Steven and Layla had been nearby talking about an interest they both had in common. The more they spoke about it, the louder they became.

“I could talk about it for hours; I love Egypt and anything about it. Maybe we could go to the museum nearby, they have an excellent exhibit-“

That was all you needed to hear him say before you packed your things and walked out of the library without so much as a glance his way.

Steven watched, speechlessly, as you walked out of the library. Your recent actions were something new to him.

The first sign of you withdrawing from him was the absence of the hot drink you would usually get him. It wasn’t something he necessarily needed to have. Though, when it stopped, it felt like he was out in the cold without your warmth.

This is why he found himself outside of your apartment, with flowers in his hand. He was nervous to knock on your door, feeling that if he made his presence known then you may get the impression that he was overstepping your boundaries, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything after you left.

So, his knuckles padded on your apartment door, gently.

He heard shuffling in the apartment, knowing it had to be you.

The door opened and revealed you in your pyjamas.

“Steven?” you said surprised.

“Hi,” he greeted with grin.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked curiously eyeing the flowers.

“Came to check on you… these are for you,” he said handing the flowers to you.

“Thanks?... Come in while I put these in a vase,” you instruct him and walk into your apartment and into the kitchen.

He closed the door and followed you inside – standing on the opposite side of the kitchen counter, facing you. The apartment was filled with your scent like it previously was.

“Uh… I came to check if you were okay? Y’know, with how abruptly you left earlier.” he was trying to pry answers out of you.

“Yeah uh... I had a group project to do,” you said trying to come up with an excuse, which Steven did not believe just from looking at you.

“Is everything okay?... between us?” he flat out asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore.

“Why wouldn’t things be okay?” your tone had increased slightly.

“Because darlin’. I can read you like an open book,” he stated, walking around the counter and towards you. He stopped when he was a few mere centimeters away.

“I’ve just been busy and tired,” you explain, looking down and away from him.

“Speak to me,” he said, holding your hands in his, angling his face so you could meet his gaze.

He needed you to be direct with him. He yearned for your eyes to be on him.

“I didn’t want to impose…” you sigh out softly.

“Impose on what?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“You and Layla,” you stated, barely over a whisper.

“What makes you think you would be imposing, darlin’?” he made you look up at him by tilting your head upward.

“I mean, you two obviously like each other-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… where’d you get tha’ thought from? We’re only co-worker,” he laughed at the thought of him and Layla together.

Couldn’t you see that you were all he wanted?

“But you get on so well,” you say peering up at him.

This was the moment Steven needed to use to make his feelings known… in the most subtle way possible.

“Darlin’, has it not been apparent that you are the one I want?” his hands held your face between each other, bringing your face incredibly close to his.

The way you were looking at him with wide eyes and a slight sparkle cause every bit of control Steven had to disappear.

In a moment of tenderness, your lips gently met, firing a soft and sweet exchange. Time stood still, expressing a depth of affection. Within that kiss, you both found solace, passion, and desire.

You pulled away breathless from feeling his soft lips on yours.

“You like me?” you asked bewildered.

Steven found your reaction to be adorable.

“More than just like you, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle and pecked your lips.

“I like you too,�� you admit with a smile.

Steven’s heart raced at your words, and he couldn’t hold himself back from kissing you again. This kiss was a contrast to the previous one. His tongue entered your mouth, fighting for dominance.

A moan escaped your lips as his hands went to your waist and pulled you flush against him.

“Steven,” you moaned and pulled away.

“Sorry- I’m sorry. I just… needed to kiss you,” he explained breathless.

You smiled at his fumbled words, finding it adorable.

You looked into his eyes and saw the desire he had in them; he saw the same one mirrored in yours.

His eyes hungrily trailed down to your body, your pyjama’s doing little to hide the dip between your breasts.

“Dreamed of these for so many nights,” he murmured and got lost in his desire.

Steven couldn't resist the feeling of your body pressing against his, his hands roaming across your back and down to your thighs as he deepened the kiss.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire as his lips trailed down your neck and collarbone. "I want to make you feel good, darlin’" He moved his hands up to your waist, gently pulling you closer as he kissed you more passionately.

"Then make me feel good," you murmur against his lips as he smiles widely at your confession. You both stumble, still lip locked, towards the couch. He positions the two of you so that he is situated above you, and you're nestled beneath him. He begins to lay kissed from your jaw to your neck.

Steven's kisses soon turned into soft nibbles as he moved down to your collarbones, making you shiver with pleasure. He gently pulled your shirt off, revealing your soft skin as he kissed his way down to your breasts. His hands roamed your body, making you feel like you were melting under his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he took your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipples. The passion between the two of you was intense, and Steven was determined to make this special for you. He continued to caress your body, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your breasts as he kissed his way down your stomach.

He had the intention of using his mouth for more than just kissing your breasts.

If it’s one thing Steven would happily admit, it is that he could worship your body for hours. He wanted to memorise every small detail, as well as the ways in which to make you cum just from a mere touch.

As Steven kissed his way down your stomach, he could sense the tension building in your body. He gently parted your thighs, his fingers tracing circles on your inner thighs before finally reaching your wet pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, and he knew he had to taste you.

His tongue circled around your clit, making you moan with pleasure as he gently slid a finger inside of you. The sensation was intense, and you couldn't help but cry out as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The combination of his tongue and fingers was driving you wild, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Steven," you gasped out, your hips bucking against his mouth as you reached your climax. You were a trembling mess beneath him, your body wracked with pleasure as Steven continued to drive you wild. As you came down from your high, he crawled back up your body, his lips meeting yours in a sweet and tender kiss.

"Such a good girl," he whispered against your lips, his eyes filled with adoration as he held you close to him.

Feeling the need to show Steven your appreciation towards him. You got up from where you laid and made Steven sit upright and against the couch. You were on your knees in front of him on the floor as he watched you closely. He was wearing a white button up with some lose fitted black jeans. You let your hands roam from his thighs to chest, where you undid the buttons of his shirt. The hair on his chest became visible as well as the happy trail that led straight to his cock. You could see that he was rock hard beneath the material of his jeans. You undid the button on his jeans and let his cock free. You had every intention of having his cock in your mouth.

The sight of you on your knees in front of him was driving him wild with desire.

"God, you're so beautiful," he moaned as you licked the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. You took him into your mouth, sucking him in deeply as he groaned with pleasure. You could feel him growing harder as you continued to pleasure him, your hand working in tandem with your mouth.

"Just like that," he gasped out, his hips bucking against your mouth. You were gagging around his cock as he drove it into your mouth. You were determined to fit him all the way in. The sounds he was making were encouraging you on.

As he reached his climax. You swallowed every drop of his cum, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having pleasured him so well.

He brought you back up to straddle him, you felt his cock already stiffening beneath you as you grinded into it.

Steven’s kisses were addicting and so were his moans.

“More,” you pleaded. Steven pulled back to gaze at you through hooded eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked surprised.

“Yes, please. Need you inside me,” you begged. Steven smirked at your words and complied. Lining his cock with your pussy entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock with your arousal before you sank down, letting him fill you up.

You both moaned at the feeling. He bottomed out inside you.

“So deep,” Steven groaned through gritted teeth.

You hummed in response and slowly rocked your hips back and forth. Steven’s cock was still sensitive, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he rested his head between your breasts. You chuckled at his reaction.

“Don’t tell me you’re already giving out on me, old man,” you chuckle through a moan.

Old man?

Oh no, he couldn’t have you thinking of him like that.

He let out a breath laugh as he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flush against him. You braced yourself on his chest as he fucked up into. The sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds coming from him fucking you were the only sound surrounding the room.

You were a moaning mess as Steven whimpered with each thrust. He had been holding out for too long. The endless night of fucking his hand had finally over took his mind.

“Please, don’t stop,” you plead as his pace picked up.

Your breath ticked his skin and he moaned at you tightened around him.

“Gonna make you mine,” he said through moans.

His hips momentarily stopped, and he slipped out of you, but before you could protest, he flipped you over. Your hands hanging over the side of the couch and he positioned you from behind.

He slammed his cock into you and your grip on the couch tightened to steady you body.

his hands went around you and started to tease circles into your clit.

“That’s it,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear.

“So close,” you moan out and start to push back on him.

He leaned forward and smiled into your hair.

“Gonna cum for me like a good girl?” he chuckled out when you moaned out a reply.

“Use your words, darlin’,” he encouraged.

“Yes… gonna be your good girl,”

Your good girl.

That was all he needed to hear before he was fucking you at a brutal pace. You knew your going to be adorned in bruises the next day, but it was fine with you as it would display his ownership over you.

Steven grunted as you tightened and came on his cock. He fucked you through it, enjoying the feel of your wet pussy. You were in a daze as he fucked your sensitive pussy, you reached around yourself and tried to pry him away from you, the overstimulation causing you to feel dizzy.

“Not done yet,” he said flipping you over and laying you on your back as he hovered over you.

“Need you to cum f’me one more time, yeah?” he rhetorically asked.

You whined at his words, but that slowly died down as his cock entered you again.

Your eyes went down to your tummy, where you saw his cock bulging with each thrust.

“See how big I am inside you, can feel my cock inside you,” he said taking your hand in his and settling on your tummy to feel his cock. Your head fell back in pleasure, knowing he was that deep inside you.

Your hand slowly made its way to your clit, rubbing in circular motions to bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Mmm. Just like that, sweetheart,” he praises and fucks you faster, resting on hand beside your head as the other holds your waist.

You match his thrusts and move your hips against his, Steven feels himself on the edge. Almost at there.

Once you feel yourself cumming again and tightening around Steven, he cums. Hard.

“Oh shit… yes y/n,” he moans and still moves his hips against yours. Fucking his cum deep inside you. When he halts his movements, he’s still deep inside you.

“Wanna keep my cum inside you,” he murmurs and relaxes against you.

“Should do this in the library next time,” he chuckled in the croak of your neck.

You both lay on the couch and catch your breath.

“So… will you go on a date with me?” he asked in that familiar nervous tone. You chuckle at his words and kiss him on the lips.

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