a collection of blurbs and headcanons from my tumblr, starryevermore.
ft. steven grant, marc spector, and jake lockley
[18+ MINORS DNI - INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
request: ✨: Steven, Marc, and Jake; smut. Reader has been teasing them for about a week now(wearing their clothes [or revealing ones at that], doing things suggestively, saying little things out in public, the works). And one day she pushes it just a bit too far for the boys' liking. I hope this is okay! 💖 - anon
pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley
word count: 849
warnings?: implied smut, not proofread
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Marc was the first to notice something was up.
It started with his hoodie. It had gone missing when he had come back after being gone on what ended up being a week-long mission. Of course, it was quick to turn back up. On you.
Marc watched as you made breakfast, wearing nothing but his white hoodie. As you reached up to grab some plates, he realized that nothing but his white hoodie, meant nothing but his white hoodie. He snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing kisses along your neck.
"That's a pretty little shirt you've got on," he whispered between kisses. "Though, I think it would be better if we took it off, don't you?"
"Don't be silly, Marc," you laughed, wiggling out of his arms. "We gotta eat breakfast!"
"Well, how about after breakfast—"
"I've got work," you said, booping his nose. "Do you mind if I wear this to work? We're allowed to dress casual today."
His brows furrowed together. Had he done something wrong? Had he—Oh. As he watched you walk by, swinging your hips, he realized exactly what you were doing. He'd left you alone for long enough that you'd been scheming how to get back at him. And what better route to revenge was there than some good ole fashioned teasing?
And, oh, he couldn't wait to see where this went.
Steven, shockingly, was the second to realize.
It had been a few days since the hoodie incident, and it was time for yours and Steven's regularly scheduled Saturday events. A trip to the farmer's market, going to the used bookstore, perhaps swinging by a museum or two. It was rare that Steven had you all to himself, since he had to share his time with you with Marc and Jake, but the two of them had agreed that Saturdays were just for you and Steven, and he intended to cherish every moment of it.
Except, well, you were behaving a bit differently.
You'd always been the affectionate type. You loved holding onto Steven's hand, kissing him gently as you browsed the aisles of the bookstore, wrapping an arm around him while you waited in line to check out. But this was different. You were being a lot more...forward than usual.
"What are you doing?" Steven asked, his face burning as you slipped your hand into his back pocket, giving his ass a lil squeeze while you watched him pick out a book.
"Hm? Oh, nothing," you said, leaning closer into him, pressing your chest against him.
Steven spared a glance down, suddenly very aware of how low-cut your top was, how he could see the love bites he had left behind on your chest earlier that morning. He swallowed hard, glancing away. Even if he was allowed to look at you, something about it didn't feel right to ogle at you in public.
Unless...That was what you wanted.
When he glanced back, you had moved to hold onto his arm, your cheek pressed against his bicep. "I was thinkin' we get ice cream next," you mused.
He swallowed hard, the image of you licking an ice cream cone filling his mind, his pants growing tighter the more he thought about it. "That sounds wonderful," he managed to get out.
Oh, lord, you were going to be the death of him.
Jake was the last one to realize.
Though, to be fair to him, he didn't front as much as Steven or Marc. He only ever came out every once in a while, when he was needed or when he was particularly missing you. Which was the case now.
You were in the flat, cleaning. Jake was supposed to be helping, but all he could focus on was the way your hips were swinging, the way your shorts perfectly hugged your ass, how all he wanted to do was rip that sports bra right off your body. And you...God, you loved acting like you were completely oblivious to what you were doing.
"C'mon, Jake," you said, a slight whine in your voice that you both knew drove him wild, "it's gonna take all day to clean the flat if you keep standing around!"
"Mm, but that's what you want me to do, hm?" he said, walking over, grabbing you by the hips, tugging you close. "You want me to stand around and stare and act like I don't know that you're bein' the biggest tease in the world."
Your eyes widened slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"No? Oh well. I suppose I was wrong," he said, starting to turn away. "Such a shame, too. I was ready to spend the entire day giving you exactly what you want, but since I'm wrong—"
"Wait, no!"
He turned back around, arching a brow. "No? But, you just said—"
"Please, please, please fuck me, Jake!" you said, pouting up at him. "I'll be good from now on, promise!"
