Fantastic Isaac [English]

The Gift Shop [Marc Spector/Steven Grant] - SMUT

A/N The first one-shot for Steven/Marc. More ideas for Marc/Steven and Oscar Isaac are welcome💚.

"I hope you all enjoyed the tour. If you want, you can buy a souvenir in our museum store," the museum guide told the group. Y/N was more than happy that the tour was finally over. She had actually been looking forward to the museum, but the tour had been more than boring. Probably it would have been more exciting if she had gone alone. Still, she wanted to get a little souvenir, so she entered the store. She looked at the various souvenirs and stopped at the sweets.

"This has nothing to do with Egypt at all," she muttered to herself.

"That's what I said before," said a male voice behind her and she was a little startled. She spun around and saw a dark-haired man standing behind her, holding a box of stuffed animals. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's all right." She smiled at him and watched as he placed the box on the counter. "So what would you recommend I take?" -She looked around and then pointed to a poster-"A poster like this, maybe-" -Y/N leaned over to read his name tag- "Steven?"

He laughed softly and shook. "Better not. The Ennead poster isn't complete; there are only eight gods there instead of the usual ten."

"A shame," she sighs playfully, "What would you suggest then?"

"Probably a stuffed animal?" he says, though it sounded more like a question. Steven took one of the stuffed animals out of the box and held it in front of him. "Taweret. Goddess of women and children. Unless you're looking for something else-"

"I'll take her," she interrupted him and smiled; Y/N pulled out her purse. "How much is she?"

"I...um..." he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'll give it to you."

"You're really cute, Steven, you know that, right?" she leaned down on the counter.

He looked at her in surprise. "You think I'm cute?"

"Yes, you are." -Steven smiled shyly- "And definitely the highlight of the whole museum tour, too."

"Not a fan of the museum?" Steven began to move the stuffed animals to a shelf.

"Yes, I am, very much so, but the museum guide was pretty boring and he said pretty little. So I'm pretty disappointed."

"Well then, maybe I should show you around." -He then seemed to suddenly realize what he had just said- "I mean only if you want to, of course-"

"I'd love to," she said.

"Stevie!" exclaimed Donna suddenly as she entered the museum store.

"It's Steven," he corrected quietly, tapping his name tag.

"I'm not paying you to be lazy," she explained before disappearing.

"Very nice your boss," Y/N said.

"You have no idea," he laughed softly.

They both remained silent for several moments before she decided to ask him, "Would you like to grab dinner after work?"

Steven looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to," he finally says hastily when he realized he hadn't answered yet. "My shift will be over soon. Do you want to wait that long?"

Y/N nodded and smiled at him.

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"So you like working for the museum?" she asked him as they walked through the streets of London.

"To some extent. I'd rather be a museum guide, but Donna doesn't think I'm qualified enough."

"I think you're more qualified than most people, Steven," she said, finally stopping outside her apartment door. "I really enjoyed being with you today."

"I...I thought so too," he said, looking down at the floor. "Maybe we can do it again?"

She looked up at him and kissed his cheek. "I'd like that."

"All right, then I'll just get back to you and we can set up a date?" Y/N nodded with a smile. Steven smiled happily and then backed up; he waved with a smile as he walked down the hall. She turned to the door and unlocked it, but suddenly she was spun around and saw Steven, but his expression had changed.

"Steven-," she began, but was interrupted when he suddenly kissed her passionately. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him.

"I'd be a fool to end the evening like this," he said against her lips. She was so distracted by the kiss that she didn't notice he suddenly had an American accent and he was no longer Steven, but Marc. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips before he carried her into her apartment; her purse dropped carelessly in the hallway of her apartment. Marc closed the door and pushed her against the front door. He broke the kiss and began kissing her neck; his hands wandered to the thumb of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

"Where's your bedroom?" he growled as he kissed her cleavage.

"Last door, on the left," she says breathlessly. Without another word, he pushed her off the door and walked to the room. Marc carried her to the bed and gently dropped her on it; she crawled back, but continued to look at him. She watched as he took off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt and letting both slide carelessly to the floor. His eyes were filled with lust. He crawled onto the bed and pulled her to him by her ankles, letting her wrap her legs around his hips. Marc reached behind her and unclasped her bra and pulled it off. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth while massaging the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. He switched breasts and repeated. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair as he continued his way down. He sat up and unzipped her pants before nearly ripping them and her panties off her body. She couldn't explain how Steven had suddenly changed so much from cute to dominant, but she wasn't going to complain. Marc lifted her legs over his shoulders and without wasting a moment began sucking on her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her.

"Oh God!" She threw her head back and closed her eyes. He curled his fingers and pushed against her G-spot. Marc fucked her quickly with his fingers; Y/N could feel her climax building more and more inside her. "Steven!"

As if she had said something wrong, he stopped and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Before she could say anything, however, his lips were on hers and he was kissing her passionately. His fingers were wrapped in her hair and he pulled her head to the side to nibble on the skin of her neck. His other hand undid his belt and he slid his pants down. Y/N gasped as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance of her pussy. He let go of her hair and linked their hands together. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned loudly as he thrust into her in one hard thrust. Marc pulled out of her as far as he could before thrusting back into her. He began fucking her at a fast and rough pace. With her fersts she pushed his pants further down.

"Steven-," she moaned, but was interrupted when he thrust into her extra deep.

"Don't call me that." She looked at him in confusion, but managed not to say anything. Marc sat up and wrapped his hand around her throat. His other hand moved down to her clit and he began to rub it quickly. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts and she could feel her climax building inside her again. "Be a good girl and cum around my cock."

She arched her back and her body stiffened as she followed his command and climaxed. Marc thrust deep inside her, filling her pussy with his hot cum. They both breathed heavily as they came down from their climaxes. His cock slid out of her and she felt his cum flow out of her. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arm. After a few minutes, however, his posture changed and he became tense. Y/N looked up at him and saw that his expression was confused.

"What am I doing naked in your bed?" asked Steven, looking at her....