"Tell me you missed me again," I murmur hoarsely, easily undoing Connie's bra. Her breathing stutters and all I want to do is pin her to the bed by her neck and fuck her so hard it breaks. Then I wanna do worse, I'm willing to bet my entire inheritance I could fuck her through every door and wall in this house.

Steven Universe has died, and I killed him. He fought valiantly, he really, really did. The crying to stay soft and kind for his Connie displeased me greatly, and his sobbing for the gems and his father annoyed me enough to make it a slow and painful death.

Connie knows, and she has accepted that I have replaced him. She was unsure at first, but as the change kept coming, she kept rolling with the punches like the Queen she is.

When I left Beach City, I was on a mission to find whatever I had missed in high school, middle school and whatever I was missing as an adult.

It started out small. I went to concerts, I hung out with people I never would have before just to absorb their way of living. I couch surfed, I lived between hotels, I slept in my car in nature. The only thing I abstained from for sure was dating and sex, because though I didn't mean to steal Steven Universe's life, when my eyes were reopened after a night of acid under the stars with hippies a lot like my dad, I realized I wanted to pick and choose from his life.

I took his car, but I ditched his clothes.

I took his body, but I made it my own.

I left his friends but I want his soulmate. She was mine before The Change and she's mine now. There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her, no new low I wouldn't go to. Steven has killed before, and though I'd rather not, if Connie Maheswaren looked up at me with those pillowy lips and smart but unsure eyes and asked me to, I'd kiss her hand and pull out my shield.

My therapist calls this natural: I've shed the person I once was in favor of protecting the new me from any pain or heartbreak. I don't want to bend over backwards pleasing people anymore, and I don't fucking care what's going on in anyone's life but the ones closest to me.

And there are very, very few of those.

Connie calls my name and I snap back to reality. "Are you okay? You look angry." I raise an eyebrow and she elaborates further. "With me."

"I could never be angry with you," I assure her, a small smirk coming to my lips. "It's called a Resting Bitch Face. I developed it at 19, remember?"

The tension disappears and she laughs softly, slender fingers rubbing at the shell of my ears. I can't stand it, her naked body against mine is driving me crazy and I have to have her now.

Now.

I reign back what I call The Diamond Obsession and stroke a thumb over her lip instead of bite it like I want to. "Please, let me have a taste of you."

"I almost wonder if you like eating me out more than having sex with me," She whispers with a nod.

Annoyingly, I have to stop my slow decent down her body to peer up at her. "You would be incorrect. I live to please you, and I love doing it."

Finally, I pick up the scent of my personal home. More than any temple or monument to my grandness, I much prefer this one:

A beautiful clit swollen with need for me to touch it, a soft patch of curly and dark trimmed hair that makes me chuckle. "You're dripping all over yourself."

I just love to tease this girl.

Connie's hands go over her face as if she's ashamed and she nods. "I told you I missed you, didn't I?"

"Looks like you missed my dick more than anything," I scold harshly, letting my tone sound disappointed in her. "My Connie just missed my talent is all."

She tries to sit up but her hole lets out a trickle she almost should be ashamed of, because it makes me an animal and I latch on to shove my tongue in and get more.

Her gasp of bliss is not enough, I need her shaking and wailing my name. My magic comes up without even a first thought and her octave raises. "Oh, Steven, yes, yes, yes!"

If I had the handcuffs I snagged from a cop I'd cuff her and bring her to my new place so she can really see what she's in for, but instead I grab her hands and pull them to my head. She's still got a bit of politeness in there, and I want to pleasure it right out of every dark shadow and crevice of her mind.

"Y-you want me to pull?" She sounds breathless and possessed, so I up the ante a lot more.

The second my potency goes from 'small cut' to 'I need to revive a corpse', she does exactly that and presses my face right into her most sacred area.

I laugh and run my tongue around her clit, teasing her by changing frequencies until she swats my beanie off. "St-stop it! I need to cum, please!"

I hide my shark grin against her clit and give her a top to bottom lick. She starts to tremble, and I turn pink in retaliation. Now it's like all of the control I've learned from my trip is gone.

I stretch my tongue to stroke at her g-spot and her scream nearly shatters my eardrums but that's just the way I like it. I hum my approval and she quivers around me, starting up a chant that has me harder than the Diamond in my stomach.

Connie is begging me. She's begging so hard her manners are starting to slip. "Steven, Steven, Steven, fuck me! Please, I need to cum! I need you!" When I don't stop she squeals, and when her constant creaming on my tongue becomes a gushing and I lap up like I've never had a drink in my life, she growls, "Son of a bitch, take off your fucking pants or I'll do it for you!"

And there she is. My Connie; aged and spoiled during her college years... and a bit snotty from them too.

Despite my enjoyment of her attitude, I raise my eyebrows and pull away. Her eyes are wide like she knows she's crossed a line, like she knows she fucked up.

"Okay, fine." I'll take off my pants alright, she doesn't need to rip off my clothes when I want to get off in, on, or even around her.

My pants fall and she bites her lip like she always does when she sees my cock. I guess I'm not really sure why. She gets this look to her that I like though, and recently she's started to become kind of a fiend. "Look at you staring," I chuckle as her tongue darts out to lick her lips. "Where's all that polite and respectful?"

Her cheeks darken so much I grab both of her thighs and yank her towards me so I can be buried to the hilt while she blushes for me like that. A gravelly snarl falls from me at how much of a mess she's made herself, she's sloppy and sensitive inside and out.

When I get close enough her tongue dances along my upper and lower lips to taste herself. It makes me push my tongue into her mouth so she can taste more and the way she starts moving her hips is so fucking adorable I have to start adding years to her life by how hard I'm about to make her cum on my cock.

Connie breaks the kiss and her eyes squeeze shut. "Oh— Oh my god, wh-why are you so good at this?"

Kissing my way down her cheeks I decide to mess with her a little. "I watched a lot of porn so I knew how to do it."

"Oh, shut up!" She gasps and giggles at the same time. "N-no you didn't!"

Sex with Connie is so much fun, and now I can have her whenever we want. I bury my face in her neck and start fucking her faster and meaner; her perfume makes me want to break her back for the next week. "Ugh, Connie. You feel fucking incredible. Tell me I can have this more than once every three months!"

Her back arches to control my depth but I push her stomach down so she's flat the way I like it. "St-Steven," I love the way she stutters my name, so I drift my hand to her nipple and twist until she stutters it louder. "St-Steven! Deep!"

I smile, I love a mind fucked Connie. "You think this is deep?" She nods and I grab those thighs that have no business being so thick and push them back with my chest. I want to watch her choke on my cock.

Her eyes roll and I stop entirely, curious how she might respond.

Frantic hands travel over my chest and she twists my nipple right back hard enough that it hurts, then sends a filthy noise flying from me as she releases. "A-asshole," She murmurs with a smile. She can't even keep her eyes open anymore, she's already overwhelmed.

"I can be an asshole," I assure her. My hands grab her shoulders and I let my glow change my form until I am bigger and stronger than her in every way possible. She squeaks and I jackhammer into her so fast she's practically a blur. There is no escaping my obsession, I couldn't if I tried and I'm not going to. "Oh my stars, you're milking me like a slut!"

It slips out and I'm about to apologize but her eyes lock with mine and she grabs one of my hands to squeeze while she grips my cock so hard I start hallucinating a choir of angels singing. She grows so much slicker, so much wetter and now her essence is dripping down the length of my cock and down my balls. Connie's practically seizing just because I called her a slut, or insinuated, and I can't help but grab her neck with both hands.

I'm not done with her yet, I still have fifteen minutes and fuck what I said earlier, I want her parents to know I'm treating their daughter like a goddess. "Look at me, Connie. Look me in my eyes while I fuck you stupid."

I can't help my aggression, and I can't help the increase of my thrusting when she moans how much she likes when I'm rough with her. I grab her ass and squeeze hard, and then I have a better idea.

Connie whines and chokes up when I pull out. It's ridiculous how pristine she acts until she's on my dick. She wants nothing else but my presence, and I will always be there to flip her onto her stomach and push into her pussy from behind.

The tightness gives me a head rush but her giggle and wiggle of her ass takes me out. I'm fucking her like a bunny now, I have an urge to tell her I'm going to fill her to the brim but she's not on birth control. "F-fuck, you're so warm and tight like this." I grab her hair and pull. "I'm so pleased with being home."

Her shriek cuts off with a drawling mewl of my title, and her own meaning brings me to orgasm embarrassingly fast. "My Diamond."

My breath catches in my lungs and I have to stop, a minor horror coming over me as I realize I can't move. The pleasure is too strong and I'm choking out curses and praise that only makes it worse when she squeezes with a desperation I can get lost in.

"Surprise," She pants. "I-I got birth control and..."

I pull out and flip her to kiss the life into her again. She shivers and pulls me to lay in between her breasts the way I like to do. They're soft, and safe. I use them to hide my vulnerable tears but she kisses the top of my head. "I know you needed something pleasant after moving back, and your birthday is in a week."

I can't help my giggle. "'Oh, Steven. This is so romantic'." Her swat doesn't deter me, I lift my head to suckle at her nipple and bring myself a selfish kind of peace. "I love you, Connie Maheswaren. I love you so much."

Her sniffle brings me up to kiss her, and I give every iota of love I have to this girl when I feel her giving hers.