Warnings/notes: Softdom!reader, sub!Stephen, missionary, smut, cursing, MDNI! Here is the request! ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

You and Stephen met at work, both of you journalists for The New Republic. You had been there a few months before Stephen was hired, and he instantly sparked your interest. Everyone seemed to like him, he was nice to everyone, and friendly. He was definitely a nerd, you could just tell. He was shy, always stuttering, always talking about his weird interests. But he was perfect.

Since he was shy, you knew he’d never make a move, and he was pretty bad at hiding his interest for you too. The way he always stared, and blushed when he got caught, how he always stuttered around you, it was adorable. So you decided to make the first move, asking him out on a date, which he immediately agreed to. Anyway, that was a year ago, and you two had been dating ever since.

After a long day of work, the two of you drove back to his apartment, since you were sleeping over for the next couple of nights. When you two got up to his apartment, he immediately started kissing you, showing you just how needy he was. You smirked against his lips, gently cupping his cheeks. “What is it, baby? You want me?” You cooed, noticing how his dick was growing hard in his pants. He nodded, his hands sliding up your shirt. “Really badly..” he huffed, guiding you to his bedroom.

He pushed you, gently, onto your back, climbing on top. “Baby.. I want to be.. the one on top today. You always are.” He pouted, unbuttoning your shirt. You were surprised, but had no problem with it. “Of course, baby. Do whatever.” You said softly. He smiled, both of you stripping off your clothes hurriedly, not breaking your lips.

5 minutes later, the room was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, his and your moans. He was pounding into your pussy, holding your knees up to your chest. Now, normally, you were the more dominant one. And you both loved it. But even when he was dominant, he was still a whimpering and moaning mess.

“Fuck.. you’re so pretty.. so tight..” He moaned between heavy pants, burying his face in your neck. Your arms wrapped around him, one hand moving down to his lower back, gently guiding him, even thought he was doing well on his own. “yeah? Do I feel good?” You asked, gently moving some hair out of his face. He nodded vigorously, panting more heavily at your words. “Yes.. so, so good..” He whimpered, his thrusts speeding up.

You could tell he was getting close to coming, from the way his lips were parted, and the way his thrusts were fast but sloppy. “Gonna come f’me? Hm?” You cooed, your hand running through his hair. He moved his head up from your neck, gently pressing his lips against yours. “Yes mommy..” He said between kisses. You smirked. “Mommy? But I thought you wanted to be the dominant one.” You teased softly, kissing him passionately.

He let out a breathless laugh against your lips. “I am..” he said, but he sounded like he was trying to convince himself too. You could also feel your orgasm build up in your lower belly, your moans growing louder. “Gonna come, mommy?” He asked, his eyes filling with tears. You nodded, burying your face in his hair. “Fuck.. yes, baby.” You moaned, lips parted. He moaned loudly, his hands gripping the bedsheets. “M-me too.. can I come? Please?” He begged, a whimpering mess. You nodded, gasping softly as you felt your orgasm approaching. “Yes.. yes, come now.” You said, and he immediately obeyed, emptying his come into you. He moaned loudly, tears dropping from his eyes, onto your skin. “Fuck, mommy!” He whined.

You came at the same time as him, your back arching. Your moans and his filled the room. He stopped moving inside you, slowly pulling out. He gently pulled your legs back from your chest, immediately collapsing on top of you. He buried his face between your breasts, panting heavily. “Are you okay, baby? Did you like that?” You asked softly, running your hands through his hair. He nodded, gently kissing the valley between your breasts. “I loved it..” he admitted, before continuing, “but I like when you’re in control.” He said. You grabbed his glasses for him, helping him put them back on. “I know, baby.. you were so good.” You praised, making him feel all mushy.