MOON KNIGHT BLURBS & HEADCANONS

19. MADE A RIGHT MESS (STEVEN + MARC + JAKE)

originally published march 7, 2023

request: I have a request! How would y/n react to the moon boys coming in their pants before they can have sex? All I can think about is a flustered Steven and that he'd have tears in his eyes due to embarrassment. - spider-starry

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley

word count: 1,032

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, implied smut, little bit of bondage, not proofread

Teasing your sweet, sweet Steven was your favorite pastime. It was so easy to get him worked up. Poor fella was so touch-starved that the first time the two of you had sex together, he came the second that you put your hands on him. Though his stamina did improve, if you pushed his buttons just right, he would come undone in the palm of your hands. And, oh, you relished in it.

His sweet, breathy moans. The way he'd bury his face in the crook of your neck. How he'd beg and plead and whine. Fuck, it was enough to make you come undone, if you were being honest. Your favorite, though, was well—

"Oh no," Steven would mumble, looking at the mess he'd made.

You wouldn't say anything at first. Too surprised at what happened. You'd intended to tease him, you meant for him make such a beautiful mess. But he hadn't done something like this before, not even when he was inexperienced.

"'m sorry," he'd say. When you'd look up at him, you'd see the tears in his eyes, the flush in his cheeks. "I-I—"

"Shh," you'd finally say. You reached up, running your thumb across his cheek, swiping away the tears. "Love it when you make a mess, Steven. Love seeing how worked up you get for me."

He leaned in, hiding his face, like he was still ashamed of what he did. "Mean it?"

You kissed the top of his head, reaching up and smoothing out his messy curls. "Course I do, Steven. I wouldn't lie to you about that." You gave his hair a gentle tug, urging him to look back at you. When his head raised, you nuzzled your nose against his. "You're my sweet, sweet Steven. It's my job to take care of you, yeah? And if that means you make a right mess, then I've done my job well, hm?"

Steven nodded, his eyes fluttered shut. "Can we...Can you do it again?"

You smiled, pressed a kiss to his lips. "Since you asked so sweetly, your wish is my command."

It was shocking how easy it was to get Marc worked up. Like Steven, he wasn't touched very often. Granted, Marc chose not to be touched—always keeping folks at arms length. That is, until he met you. It was a slow build up, him getting comfortable around you. He used to shy away from your touches. Regarded you with that guarded look. You were Steven's girl, after all. He didn't think you had any love reserved for him.

But now, as you straddled his lap, grinding down on his clothed cock, his fingers digging into your hips, head thrown back as he moaned loud enough for the entire building to hear, you knew that he knew you loved him fully, wholly, and truthfully.

"Mine," you whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. "You're all mine, aren't you? All mine to use?"

"Yours," he echoed, head dipping forward. His teeth scraped at the exposed skin of your neck. You grinded down harder. "Just want you, baby. Just wanna make you happy."

"You do," you said. You held onto his shoulders to give you a better angle. "You make me the happiest woman in the world—"

"Fuck—" Marc sniffed. He buried his face further in your neck. You paused your movements, pulling back to get a better look at him. "I-I didn't mean to—"

"Shh, baby, it's okay," you cooed, cupping his face in your hands. "It's okay, baby. You're okay."

Your neck became wet with his tears. Oh, Marc. Life had been too cruel to him. You lifted a hand, scratching at his scalp. He let out a choked sob, then mumbled, "I didn't mean to ruin this."

"You didn't ruin anything, baby," you said. "You're safe. No one's mad at you. Okay? I'm not mad at you. I just want you to be comfortable. If you wanna take a break, if you don't wanna continue, that's okay. We can pop in a movie, order some greasy takeout—do anything you want."

Marc was quiet for a moment, then mumbled, "I think I wanna take a break. Just a couple minutes."

"You can take as long as you need, baby."

Jake would be annoyed. He didn't like being teased. No, no, he was the one who was supposed to be the one doing the teasing. He was the one supposed to be making you fall apart. He was the one who was supposed to be making a mess of you. But when you manage to flip the script? Manage to convince him to let you tie him up? Settle on his lap, teasing him like it's your goddamn job? Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, he's annoyed.

So when he cums in his fucking underwear like some teenage boy about to have sex for the first time? He's damn near pissed. And worse, you start giggling at him. Giggling! Fucking giggling!

"It's not that funny," he grunted, pulling at his restraints, trying to get out. "Wait til I get outta here and show you just how funny it is."

"Awe, baby, it's okay," you coo, leaning down, nuzzling your nose against his. You let out another giggle. "Everybody makes a mess sometimes."

"I hate you," he grumbled.

"Mm, I don't know about that. Don't think you'd cum in your pants if you hated me all that much, don't you?"

Finally, Jake managed to break free from his restraints. Before you could even think to react, he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you onto your back. You let out a gasp. He held your wrists together in one hand, the other slipping down beneath your waistband, teasing at your clit. You moaned, arching your back against him. But, oh, he was not there to see you enjoy yourself.

"Jake!" you gasped when he pulled away, just as the coil in your stomach began to tighten.

"Nuh uh, honey. None of that," he cooed. "I gotta show you what happens when you tease me, yeah? Gotta show you it ain't very nice of you to do that."

And, oh, did he keep that promise.