Gnr Steven Adler - Blog Posts

can i get stepsibling smut (not blood related) between steven adler x reader pls. 🤤🤤🤤 pretty pretty pls. I'm dying😭 i need my kinky smut helpp me out🥲

ur wish is my command :3

☠︎︎ 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 ☠︎︎

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warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, stepbro!steven x stepsis! reader, rough sex, stepsibling kink, jealousy, if i missed anything hmu, otherwise happy reading :3

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You and Steven never really got along.

You were mostly forced to because your parents were out on date nights damn near every weekend, so you two were left alone pretty frequently. He was pretty cute, but you thought it was weird to think this way, so you quickly brushed it off.

He never really looked at you unless he needed to ask you a question, like 'what time is it?' but even when you weren't looking, his big blue eyes burned a hole in the back of your head, and the thought of it made you cheeks heat up, but you didn't think much of it. He brought his band over, and they always shared some wandering eyes. You never really thought much of it, until you noticed Steven was too, and he looked a bit jealous when they did. You didn't fit the puzzle pieces together well, and just assumed he was being protective.

You were watching a movie, until you noticed his band leaving, "Later, Y/N." Izzy said, as he was the last one to head out and shut the door behind him. Steven came downstairs to the kitchen while you were just getting up from the couch to get something to drink because the popcorn made you thirsty and your movie was nearing it's end. Steven went to grab a snack from the cupboard while you went to the fridge. You didn't really think much and ignored him until he asked you a question.

"Did you like it when the guys stared at you?"

You froze, cheeks heating up to a candy red. You slowly turned around to face him, and there he was, staring right into your eyes expectantly. "What?" you said shakily. He inched closer, "Yes or no? Did you like it when the guys stared at you? Or did you like when I stared at you?" He said boldly, his face getting closer to yours on the last part. Your legs were shaking, before you gathered up courage to say, "just you."

His lips curled to a devious smirk before they crashed down onto yours. You were surprised but quickly melted into it, he turned you around and backed you up onto the island. Your tongues explored what they could, and teeth sometimes clashed, "Jump." he mumbled against your lips. You did so, and he carried you upstairs to your bedroom with ease. He dropped you down on your back and rested a bit of his weight on you, pressing his raging hard-on against your clothed heat. You let a soft moan out and bucked your hips involuntarily, ripping a grunt from him.

He lifted your shirt up and quickly unclipped your bra to feast on your breasts. He took one nipple between his thumb and index, while his tongue flicked on the other. You let out a whine, your hands gripping the back of his head. "So perfect..." He mumbled against your breast. He moved back up and went to undo his belt buckle. He let his jeans fall, his hard cock springing free and hitting his abdomen. He got back on top of you and lifted your hips to pull down your shorts.

"Are you ready for me, doll?"

He asked for confirmation, you nod in response, and he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly thrusting in. You gasped and tilted your head back from the pleasure-pain. He stopped and looked up at you for permission to start moving, to which you nod. When you nodded, he pulled out until just the tip was in, before he bottomed out again, a bulge forming in your stomach as he does so. You let out a loud moan, which seems to spur him on.

Soon enough, he's slamming to the hilt inside you roughly over and over, making you let out whiny moans and cries as he slams against your g-spot continuously. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and you can't get enough. Tears of pleasure won't stop streaming down your cheeks as you get driven closer to your orgasm. "Fuck! S-Steven! m'so close, please!" You cry out, squeezing around him, eliciting a deep moan from him, "Cum for me, sweetheart." He says breathlessly, causing him to roll his head back and speed his actions up. This drives you over the edge, the fiery knot in your gut snapping vigorously as you squirt all over his lower stomach.

He continues to fuck you, but slows down, letting you ride out the aftershocks, all while he chases his own release. "Fuuuck, m'gonna cum." He groans out, he speeds up a bit, causing you to whine and cry out. You're still sensitive after the intense orgasm you had, his thrusts causing you to shake and squeeze around him. He lets out more of a higher-pitched moan as he spills his all inside you. He stays where he is inside you until the aftershocks of his orgasm are done sending convulses through him, causing his heavy load to spill out of you a bit. He pulls out while breathing heavily. He lies down next to you, letting you curl up to him. You just sit in silence until he asks you,

"Wanna do this again sometime?"

You giggle and softly hit his chest, but you eventually answered.

"Sure."

It's safe to say that you and Steven got along a lot better than you did before. And apparently 'getting along' is another word for waking up sore every morning.

did i cook or did i flop guys ? 💔