MOMMY ISSUES — steven grant x reader, 18+
One second you were having the ride of your life (no horses were harmed in the riding of this man) the next, you were rubbing soothing circles on Steven’s back with your hand while cooing a mix of apologies and reassuring words.
It started out as normal— you teasing steven until he finally broke and took control, even making you question Marc had fronted with how out of character he was. Your hips bounced with fluidity while his jerked up messily, meeting each-other and melting into a rough rhythm.
And as you rode like you’d never rode before, a thought popped into your head. A stupid, stupid thought. Some silly tiktok you saw on the bus back from work circled your mind. ‘The key to a long, steamy relationship? pet names.’
I mean, you already had a healthy relationship, but it wouldn’t hurt to try new things. So, you did. Through one of your broken moans, you managed to slip out a sentence. “Call me mommy...” you choked.
It was as if a switch slowly flipped in steven’s head when the words left your mouth. His face seemed to change. And with it, the atmosphere. His hands slowly went to steady you, heavily contradicting his own hips. The mouth that had previously spewed quiet curses and messy ‘iloveyou...’s tightening
You might have almost fucked yourself dumb but you weren’t stupid. Confusion covered you for a second before it hit you. ‘Call me mommy?’ to the guy with an abusive, dead mom? Nice one.
Like reflex, your hands clasped to your mouth in horror as Steven’s eyes met yours. “Shit. Steven... I-”
“You’re all righ’, you didn’t mean to.” He groaned as he sat up, cock (weirdly) still inside you. With a quiet pop, your bodies separated.
Steven’s back was now turned to you, like he was... hiding his face? You began to approach him when you heard a soft sniffle. Then another... Then…
Pulling a random shirt over your body, you sat down next to Steven. “Steven... you, okay?” One of your hands ran softly through his curls, pushing it off his sweat covered forehead.
“Oh. Y-yeah, I’m... I’m Steven Wonder me-” He finally looked up and met your apologetic gaze. His already usually glittery eyes were even wetter—proof he’d been crying.
You put a soft hand on his back and slowly rubbed it. “That was shitty of me. ‘m so so so sorry, baby. I know you’re still unpacking all that.” You leaned your head against his shoulder.
“It’s stupid. Y’find out your mum’s dead ‘n abused you most your life and it fucks with even your sex life.” You could tell he was in a weird place by the way he laughed so he wouldn’t cry.
You cooed another ‘sorry’ in his ear. “Yeah. Probably wasn’t the smartest idea on my part.” You dabbed at the tear brimming in the corner of his eye. “So does that mean collars are still on the table, ‘cuz i had some ideas-” And with that he let out another chuckle— proper this time.
He seemed to perk up more. “Now that you mention it, I think a dog bit me in year 5. Wouldn’t want ta’ open up any old wounds ‘ey?”
You fake-groaned in disappointment while with your life, trying to hold back your giggles. Steven planted one of his famous awkward kisses on your temple and a memory that would keep you up at night was born.
With that, you learned a few things.
1. Maybe discuss pet names beforehand...?
2. Collars were DEFINITELY not off the table.
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