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Smutty Universe	By : AmberSerpentine Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 50531 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“So that’s how it all works, huh?” Steven asked, taking another bite of biscuits and jam. Connie nodded, the towel on top of her head bobbing as she chewed thoughtfully. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Connie agreed.
Her conversation with Steven about the facts of life had gone more easily than she could have hoped. It had helped remind her that Steven wasn’t actually dumb, which was easy to forget because of how goofy he could be sometimes. Steven wasn’t unintelligent—he just wasn’t very educated. He had listened, and he actually seemed to understand what she was telling him. His insightful nature had served him well as the morning turned into afternoon listening to Connie explain where babies came from and how sex worked, topics that made her embarrassed to talk about even though Steven had already seen her completely naked and she had jerked him off in the tub only a few hours ago.
“Could you get pregnant from the stuff we were doing earlier then?” he asked.
“You’d actually have to come inside me,” she reminded him. “Like, your semen would have to enter my vagina.”
“And that’s intercourse,” he said, not really asking. He was nodding to himself as the mechanics of it all came together in his head. “Does sex feel better than masturbating?”
“I guess,” Connie responded with a shrug. The towel she was wearing around her chest slipped slightly and she tucked it back into place. She felt a little silly being worried about exposing herself after everything that had already happened, but she just didn’t feel right being naked at Steven’s kitchen table. Steven himself was wearing underwear, though she got the impression it was less out of embarrassment than because he didn’t like putting his butt directly on a cold chair. “I wouldn’t really know.”
“Oh, yeah,” he responded. “I didn’t mean to imply that you’d had sex already or anything. It’s just that you really seem like you know a lot, so I figured you might know that too.”
“All I know is what I’ve read in books and seen on the internet,” she said with a sheepish smile. “The people in the movies I’ve seen act like it’s better. But today’s the first time I’ve ever touched anyone besides myself like that.”
Steven sat forward, licking the last of the jam from his fingers. His eyes were starry and interested, his face rapt with attention.
“You touch yourself like that?” he asked in an awed voice. “Is it fun? Does it feel good?”
“It feels great,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially. She felt her own smile growing less sheepish and more sly as they talked. Steven had a real knack for drawing people out of their shells. He had been doing it for her all the last year, after all. “I do it almost every night, after my parents go to bed. Sometimes it’s so good that it’s all I can do to keep them from hearing me.”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes widening. “Can I watch you do it?”
“Watch me?” Connie repeated, leaning back in shock. “I- I don’t know…”
“Please, Connie?” Steven whined in a way that she knew would break down her defenses all too quickly. “You showed me how to do it, and I just want to see how you do it too. If you want, I’ll help you the way you helped me.” He paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I mean, you’ll have to show me what to do, obviously. But I want to help you feel as good as you helped me feel! It’s only fair.”
“I suppose so…” she hemmed and hawed, feeling her pussy begin to tingle under the towel. She shifted back and forth on her chair, rubbing herself on the seat like she was trying to scratch an itch. “Okay,” she finally agreed, “I’ll show you.”
“Yay!” Steven shouted, jumping off his chair and pumping both fists in the air. Connie found his enthusiasm charming and infectious, and soon enough she was laughing while leaning back in the chair, her itching pussy momentarily forgotten.
“Connie…” Steven said in a small voice. She looked up at him, still giggling. He was standing on top of the chair, his knees level with the edge of the table. She could see his white underwear beginning to tent out at the crotch, the outline of his huge penis straining the stretchy fabric. “I can see your boobs again.”
She looked down, seeing her small brown nipples where the towel had finally given up its hold while she was laughing. She blushed deeply then looked up at Steven again. He was toying with the front of his underwear lightly, almost as though he wasn’t sure what to do about it. His fingers traced the tip of his cock through the fabric, and his breathing was beginning to get heavy.
Connie sat up straighter, letting the towel fall all the way to her waist. She reached up and cupped her tiny tits in her hands, pushing them up to make them seem larger.
“Do you like them?” she asked nervously. “They’re still really small.”
“I like all of you,” Steven said, his voice quavering slightly. He grabbed at his hardening dick through his underwear, squeezing it and shuddering at the contact. “Seeing someone naked never did this to me before. Did it get like this because I like you so much?”
“Have you seen a lot of naked girls?” Connie asked. She toyed with her nipples as she watched Steven stroking his penis in front of her. The tingling sensation in her pussy grew stronger as she flicked the stiff buds.
“Just the Gems when they would take baths with me,” he told her. “And sometimes people come down to the beach at night and skinny dip when they don’t think anyone is around. It’s kind of funny.” Connie could see a tiny wet spot forming on his underwear where the head of his cock was beginning to leak precum. “And dad had some magazines with pictures of naked women in them in his storage unit, but I didn’t get to look at them too much since I was trying to find mom’s old light cannon.”
“Did you get a good look at me earlier when we were in the bath together?” she asked him, rolling her nipples between her fingers and sighing at the sensation. Steven shook his head, and Connie smiled at him. She grabbed the towel and unfolded it, letting it hang off the chair under her. Throwing caution to the wind, she put her feet up on the edge of the table and spread her legs, beckoning Steven toward her. “Then come over here and take a look.”
Steven immediately stopped stroking himself and jumped off the chair, ducking under the table to crawl toward Connie. She looked down at him as he sat up on his knees, his hands tucked onto his thighs like a samurai in one of her anime. She had never seen a samurai with a hard-on before, and the image made her giggle a little. Steven’s eyes roamed between her naked tits and her pussy, his cock seeming to strain against the material of his tighty whiteys so hard that Connie thought it might burst free at any time.
Even when he had seen her naked before, it had been when she was trying to cover up or when she was mostly underwater in the bath. She had never felt so exposed before, the cool air flowing across her naked pussy and the warm sunlight from the kitchen’s high windows spilling onto her small breasts. Steven leaned forward to take a closer look at her opening.
“It’s so wet,” he commented. “Is it always wet like that?”
“Only when I’m feeling sexy,” she responded, reaching down with one hand to run a finger over her lower lips. She gasped at the light contact, then began to rub more in earnest. Steven’s fascination and closeness made it somehow sexier than usual, and she felt her excitement build quickly. Connie traced her hand along the length of her outer folds, then lightly pulled back the edges so that Steven could see the interior ones.
“That’s my vagina, like I was telling you about earlier,” she said. “Some girls call it a ‘pussy’ or a ‘cunt.’ I think I like pussy best.”
“I think it looks pretty,” Steven said, leaning close enough that his breath whispered across Connie’s moist folds. She gasped again, feeling her face flush with heat and her nipples harden into small pebbles. “It’s all pink and wet. And this little bump at the top is your clitoris, right?”
“You can call it a clit if you want,” she said, struggling to keep her voice even.
She slowly let her lips close again, leaving one hand in place to slip a finger inside herself. Connie’s pussy sucked at the invading digit, closing tightly around it. She had never managed to get more than two fingers inside before, and even that felt a little bit uncomfortable. She was thrilled at the idea of fucking Steven silly, but the sheer size of him made her nervous. Even the fear felt a little sexy, though, and her sodden pussy throbbed with need.
Connie’s other hand traced up to her tit, grabbing at it and kneading the soft flesh as she finally leaned her head back and let the feelings take over. As one finger plunged in and out of her pussy, she let her thumb trail over her clit, each stroke sending electrical sparks through her body and building the tension. She pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling at it sharply enough that the pleasure was almost painful. She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning, then realized there was no one around to hear beside Steven.
Normally, it took a good while for Connie to get worked up enough to have a good orgasm, but the excitement of the day and Steven’s unblinking gaze locked on her pussy had already pushed her to the edge. She rubbed and stroked more quickly, her hand blurring as her finger moved in and out with a wet swishing sound. Connie’s mouth fell open, gasping for breath between moans.
She was slightly shocked when Steven’s hand touched her inner thigh lightly, his cool fingers brushing over her hot skin like butterfly kisses. She looked down at him and saw that he had pulled the front of his underwear down, his huge penis jutting out at a sharp angle. One hand was laid softly against her thigh, more to balance himself on his knees than anything else, and the other was stroking his erect penis slowly, almost tentatively. He was still finding his rhythm, still awkward.
The sight pushed Connie up to the edge, lighting a fire in her belly that raged hot and fierce. Her finger pushed all the way up inside her, curling in to seek the bundle of nerves inside her that always drove her wild. Her other hand fell from her breast to her abdomen, fingers reaching down to stroke her clit while her main hand worked her pussy. She grunted and moaned as the pleasure built, inarticulate sounds in the back of her throat like animal noises, finally reaching a crescendo as she came.
The fire in her belly spread through her body, muscles locking as a hot flood of wetness spread over her hand. Her bracing feet lifted her ass completely off the chair for just a moment and her toes curled. There was a moment where she worried about the chair she was in falling backward, but then all thought was obliterated by pure pleasure. Connie’s mouth hung open as she gasped and wailed, a thin line of drool coming from one corner of her mouth. As the orgasm waned, she thought about what Steven would think about her after seeing her like this, but his own noises of pleasure banished any concerns.
She looked at Steven again once her muscles had unlocked. His eyes were closed and his face was scrunched up in a grimace of concentration and effort as his hand moved faster on his huge shaft. Connie brought her soaked fingers up to her mouth and licked the tips, tasting her own musky flavor. Her pussy was still spasming from coming, but watching Steven jack his dick was heating her up again already.
Before she could consider whether she wanted to finger herself again, Steven’s back arched and his body tensed. She recognized the signs of impending orgasm well enough and locked her eyes onto his penis. She wanted to see what it looked like when his cum shot out, a sight that had been too sudden to appreciate the first time.
She didn’t have to wait long. Steven moaned aloud once, a moan that was almost her name, and then his hand clamped down on her thigh where he was bracing himself. His other hand went to the base of his penis and gripped there, just as ropy strands of semen blasted free of the tip. Steven shuddered and groaned, rocking back and forth as stream after stream of white cream poured onto the floor in front of him. Connie could swear that she could smell it, a scent like fresh flowers and sweet fruit.
His cum poured out of him until a thick puddle of it pooled on the ground beneath Connie’s chair, and gradually his penis began to deflate, sinking in front of him like a leaky fire hose.
“Did you like watching me?” Connie asked, her face glazed slightly with the pleasure of recent orgasm. Steven could only nod, his own face slack but smiling.
“My knees hurt, though,” he finally said, stretching a little bit.
Connie giggled and closed her legs primly, taking care to avoid putting her feet down in Steven’s spunk. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. The kiss felt natural and spontaneous, like it was just the right thing to do at the moment. Steven closed his eyes and kissed back, parting his lips slightly to let their breath intermingle. Connie held the kiss for a long moment before leaning back.
“We can move to the bed if you want,” she said, looking deeply into his starry eyes. He smiled broadly and nodded, then tucked his deflated member back into his underwear. “You better clean up your mess first,” she teased, and he blushed a deep strawberry red from head to toe before scampering off to find some paper towels.
Connie stood and stretched her naked limbs. She looked at her forsaken towel and decided to not bother wrapping up again. She took the towel and patted down her damp crotch so that it wasn’t quite so squishy when she walked, then carried it to the hamper in the bathroom. Better to be tidy, after all.
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Steven finished flushing the paper towels with his spunk on them—and he had been required to go back for more twice from the sheer quantity of it—and trotted up the stairs to where Connie was waiting for him. He hadn’t gotten to run around the house naked in months—not since he had started hanging out with Connie, actually—and he had almost forgotten how good it felt.
It had always been Steven’s habit to just walk around in whatever felt coolest on a given day, which was very frequently nothing. Some days it would just be underwear, though he would generally remember to put on pants and a shirt before leaving the house. After he had made friends with Connie, Pearl had recommended that he start wearing clothes even when he was alone; that would make it less likely that Connie would show up unexpectedly and walk in on him when he was naked.
He hadn’t really understood why it would bother his best friend to see him naked. After all, the Gems were his family, and they saw him naked all the time! Still, if it made Pearl happy, Steven was happy to oblige. He was a thoughtful and compassionate boy; giving people what they wanted and needed was second nature to him.
Wouldn’t Pearl be surprised when she heard about this! She had been overly sensitive, as she often was about matters of propriety. Connie hadn’t minded him being naked at all—just the opposite. Now that he was finding out how many fun things there were to do when you were naked, alone or with someone else, Steven found himself wondering why the Gems and his dad had been so reluctant to tell him about it. He was used to the Gems keeping secrets from him, and he knew that even his dad didn’t tell him the whole story sometimes.
Maybe this time, he could be the one with a secret from them…
Steven got to the landing at the top of the stairs where his bed and stuff were, and he was a little disappointed to see that Connie was dressed again. She was wearing one of his shirts; it was like a dress on her because of their different sizes, hanging to just below her taut, athletic butt. She was lying face down on the bed, her legs kicking idly behind her. Her face was propped in her hands as she looked at the television.
As Steven came up behind her, he could see that she was still naked under his shirt, the curve of her buttocks making an appearance every time her legs shifted up. They were spread just enough that Steven could see her pussy. He felt his penis beginning to flood with hot blood again, pointing its way toward her like a compass needle. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, and his normally cool flesh began to heat up with a longing he had been unfamiliar with before today.
He crept up behind her, quiet as a cat, then pounced onto the bed all at once. Connie shrieked in surprise, kicking her legs out and barely managing to miss hitting Steven somewhere sensitive. Unaware of his danger, Steven leaped forward, his stubby fingers seeking out Connie’s ribs with relentless precision. Connie’s shriek of surprise turned all at once into howls of laughter as his tickling onslaught broke down her defenses. Connie rolled back and forth, laughing and flailing, as Steven started making ridiculous noises along with her.
When both of them were exhausted at last, they finally trailed off into faint giggles. Steven withdrew his hands from Connie’s side and propped himself up, hovering over her on the bed. She had managed to roll under him, facing up into his starry eyes, her borrowed shirt rucked up to her belly button and leaving her completely bare below the waist. Steven was straddling her leg, his semi-erect penis laid along her thigh. Both of them were breathing heavily from laughing, but as they realized the position they were in, it quickly turned into something else.
Pushed by an impulse that he barely understood, Steven leaned down and pressed his lips to Connie’s. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, responded eagerly and hungrily. Their mouths ground together, soft lips moving against one another. As Steven opened his mouth slightly to gasp for breath, Connie slipped her tongue inside and twirled it against his. Steven was briefly shocked but soon responded in kind, his tongue tentatively seeking hers in the shared space of their breath.
After long minutes of deep-mouthed kissing, Steven had to adjust his posture. His current position was starting to make his arms burn from the strain of keeping himself propped up, and his hardening penis was at an awkward angle on Connie’s leg. Sheepishly, he rolled off of Connie, breaking the kiss just long enough to get into an easier position on his side. Connie smiled at him and sat up to pull off his shirt, tossing it on the floor into a small pile of identical shirts.
“I got a little cold while I was waiting for you,” she explained with a grin. “That’s not really a problem anymore.” Steven could see her dark cheeks flushed with heat, and she seemed to be sweating more than a little bit as well.
“Do you want to keep doing stuff?” he asked now that he was no longer caught up in the moment.
Connie almost laughed at his earnestness, especially with his huge penis sticking up from his belly like a flagpole. She didn’t have any doubt that he meant it, though. If she felt any reservations at all, she only had to say something and Steven would back off without a second thought. She knew that she was safe with him—that he would never do anything against her wishes and that any mistakes he made would be from ignorance and not malice.
“Gosh, yes,” she said. “There’s a lot more I want us to try. If you want to, I mean.”
“I do!” he insisted, his voice firm with so much certainty that it sounded more like he was responding to a marriage proposal than to a proposition. “This has been so much fun! Way better than the stuff I come up with!”
“I don’t know about that,” Connie said with a smile. “I always have fun with you, Steven. I’m just glad that today didn’t turn into a total disaster after the microwave incident. And I’m glad that you want to do this stuff with me. I was scared you might not like me that way…”
“I like you a lot, Connie,” he insisted. “You’re my best friend! And you’re my girlfriend now, I guess?” His voice was tentative but hopeful, as though he didn’t want to overstep himself but couldn’t help asking from sheer excitement.
“I guess I am,” she agreed.
She laid down next to him, their faces level but her feet going several inches past his, and leaned in to kiss him again. It was gentler this time, less hungry but just as charged with passion. They stayed like that for long minutes, their lips grazing on one another and their hands roaming each other’s bodies. Connie found that she especially liked holding onto Steven’s ass; it was soft and firm at the same time, a layer of baby fat on top of strangely powerful muscle. For his part, Steven’s hands mostly strayed up and down Connie’s back and side, never staying in one spot too long, like butterflies taking off and landing on flowers.
“Touch me down there,” Connie panted, pulling her mouth away from Steven’s long enough to make it a plea. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down to her pussy, once again sopping wet from arousal.
Steven reached forward tentatively, extending a single finger to trace its way toward her damp folds. She shuddered in delight when the tip of his finger grazed her lower lips for the first time, then gasped when he trailed it up her slit to the rounded bump at the top. Steven seemed fascinated by her reaction at his light touch to her clitoris; he pressed harder against it and smiled as she writhed in pleasure.
Connie groaned and had to bite her lip when Steven finally inserted his finger into her canal. His digit was thicker than hers, not quite uncomfortably so. It made her feel incredibly full, but also reaffirmed her certainty that there was no way he was going to be able to get his penis inside her yet. He stroked easily in and out of her, the slick wetness making it effortless but still pleasurable.
“It feels neat,” he whispered to her before leaning in to kiss her again.
“Use your thumb on my clit at the same time,” she told him, breaking the kiss for just a moment.
His first attempts to do as she said were awkward but not terrible. When he finally got his timing right, however, she broke the kiss again to lean into his neck and howl with delight. She had to take a second to reassure him that he wasn’t hurting her before he continued, stroking and rubbing. His finger pressed ever deeper inside her, its thickness making the walls of her vagina expand outward with every stroke. His thumb pressed into her clitoris, each motion sending needles of pleasure shooting out from the core of her being.
Connie groaned with pleasure, pulling back from Steven’s hungry mouth to gasp for breath. Her hands clutched into fists as she writhed back and forth on the bed sheets. Steven stroked faster, fascinated by the way that Connie’s tight pussy sucked and pulled at his finger. His thumb twiddled across her clit with each stroke, his growing confidence that he was doing well making him grow harder as well.
As her orgasm grew closer, Connie reached up and plunged her hands into Steven’s curly hair. She pulled his head close to her chest, more out of desire to be close to him than anything else. Steven found himself staring right into Connie’s tiny tits, the soft brown lumps barely standing up from her chest. Remembering how she had seemed to enjoy playing with them earlier, he leaned up and licked one of her nipples, eliciting a shuddering sigh from her. Emboldened by her response, he latched his lips around the succulent morsel and began to suckle, letting his tongue play across the hard protrusion.
Steven sucking at her tit combined with his relentless fingering sent Connie over the edge before she realized what was happening. Her hands tightened in Steven’s hair and her own head jerked back as her muscles stiffened. Her body was shot through with waves of intense pleasure, searing through her like sharp, hot bolts of lightning. Her tiny feet drummed on the bed, spasms that left her unable to control her limbs. A hot gush of warm liquid poured over Steven’s hand; at first he thought Connie might have peed on him, but he decided that it must just be what happened to girls when they got the feeling that made him shoot out his white goo.
Connie finally caught her breath and released Steven’s hair from her death grip. She looked up at him with blurry eyes and leaned in to kiss him again.
“That was wonderful,” she told him when she broke away. “You were wonderful.”
“Aww, thanks,” he said, smiling his usual goofy smile. Anyone looking only at Steven’s face would never believe that he still had his finger buried in his best friend’s tight cunt. “I think I got all hard again, though.”
He looked down at his massive erection where it laid across Connie’s thigh, slowly leaking precum out onto her sweat-slicked brown skin. Connie smiled at him and reached down to play with the head of his cock, making his goofy smile disappear in a grimace of need.
“I think I can do something about that,” she said. “There’s something I’ve been dying to try out…”
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