MOMMY . stepford ( date everything )
fem!reader ⸝ switch!stepford ⸝ MOMMY KINK ⸝ fingering ⸝ praise ⸝ teasing ⸝ slight degradation ⸝ begging ⸝ one mention of p in v ⸝ stepford is a little shit
you and stepford had a, well, unspoken thing going on.
neither of you considered it a relationship, more so a friends with benefits ordeal.
he’d come to you asking to hook up and vice versa.
which lead to the position you were currently in.
“f—fuck, babe, you don’t waste any time.”
stepford was underneath you, thighs straddling his lap as you left a trail of kisses down his neck.
“i’m not allowed to get needy for you?”
you felt his neck vibrate from a chuckle, guiding his hands up to your waist.
he moved his hand to grip the plump of your ass, amused by the way you whined against him.
“i think it’s cute when you’re worked up”
your lips detached from his skin, now gazing down at him, a dopey grin on his face.
but you were too, so could you really get that mad about it?
“bet you’d like if i did.”
he didn’t say a word, he simply kept his eyes on you, daring you to do something.
you weren’t exactly confident in your skills as a dominant person in bed, it wasn’t your strong suit.
the man beneath you knew this, yet he always liked to push you as far as you would go.
for a moment, you sat still, clearly trying to conjure up a plan on what to do with stepford.
“what’s going through that pretty head of yours?”
“didn’t i tell you to shut up.”
in a flash your hand was on his neck, squeezing just enough to make him glue his lips together.
you grinned, satisfied with his silence before guiding a hand down to his clothed crotch, massaging the surface in your palm.
“that’s all it takes to keep you quiet, huh?”
next, you rolled your hips, making sure to angle it perfectly against his cock, taking in the way stepford’s face flushed over, his teeth biting into his bottom lip.
“already getting worked up? just from that?” you teased, cocking your head to the side.
your hand slipped into his pants, now cupping the entirety of his cock through his boxers.
you continued your teasing, rubbing his cock lazily as your hips would grind against him in between strokes, the sound of his moans echoing throughout the room.
stepford was in pure bliss — you, on top of him, eyes glued to his face, your face slightly flushed due to the sight below you.
of course the man loved when you got all cocky with him, the way you put him in his place whenever he got too mouthy with you.
but, he couldn’t help how much he loved watching you fall apart because of him.
and stepford knew just the thing that would make you spiral out your head.
as you moved against him again, he threw his head back, mouth agape, breathy moans escaping from his throat.
“s—so good to me, mommy.”
it felt like everything in your head froze, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt your face heat up, body stopping its movements entirely.
he knew from there it was all over.
your voice was already wavering, a hand had come to cover the flush on your cheeks, and he felt the way your hips stuttered against his own.
fuck, if you weren’t dripping already, you most definitely were now.
stepford slipped a hand up the front of your shirt, his fingers drawing shapes and figures on the skin.
“where’d all that confidence go? you were having so much fun with me.”
“y—you’re still under me, i can—,”
your voice was cut off by a whine slipping through, feeling his fingers pinch one your nipples ever so gently, twisting the bud between them.
“seems like you’re distracted, babe.”
his lips brushed against your neck, sneaking his tongue out to lick the flesh, one of his free hands cupping the back of it.
you could barley hold yourself together from the mixture of his touch and mind numbing words.
he always knew just what to say to make you crumble, to make you fall right back down into his clutches.
“now you’re all quiet? not gonna boss me around anymore?”
stepford inched the hand on your breast down to the waistband of your (his) boxers, pulling it forwards before letting it go, the fabric snapping against your stomach.
“you want me to touch you here, mommy?”
another snap, the impact making the flesh turn a light red as you hissed, your hands now gripping onto his shoulders.
“s—such a brat,” you huffed out, eyes piercing into his own.
he started to retract his hand before you snapped one of yours down, wrapping around his wrist.
you felt stepford shift forwards, his head leaning upwards as he smiled at you.
“i want to hear you to say it.”
“fine — please touch m—me.”
the man shook his head, laying back on the couch as he continued to fiddle with your pants.
“c’mon, you can do better than that.”
he was silent for a moment, before an idea popped into his mind.
“want to hear you say “mommy wants you to touch her”, okay?”
this damn man was going to be the death of you.
“i— i’m not gonna say that.”
“well, i’ll just leave you here then — all desperate and worked up.”
stepford watched as you furrowed your eyebrows, nails digging into his skin before finally, you let a defeated sigh.
“m—mommy wants you to touch her.”
“good girl, was that so hard?”
after what felt like days, he finally slipped his hand into your boxers, fingers teasing your clit.
just from a single touch, you were gone.
your eyes closed, your hips slowly starting to move against stepford’s digits, desperate for more.
“that’s it, use my hand to get off.”
and you did exactly that.
he didn’t move his fingers from your bud, offering lazy circles as you did most of the work.
“more? so greedy, mommy.”
you felt him move two of his fingers to your hole, pushing in just a smidge before finally sinking them further.
it felt like pure ecstasy being filled, your movements borderline erratic as stepford rubbed your clit with his thumb, offering a deeper sensation.
your walls clenched against his fingers, a bubbling feeling building up in your stomach.
“you gonna cum? can feel you squeezing around me.”
“y—yes, ‘m so— so close,”
stepford curled his digits inside you, pushing the tips of them right into your sweet spot.
“yeah, yeah — cum for me mommy, p—please.”
your vision went white, thighs shaking as your juices soaked his fingers, dripping down on his arm.
he worked you through your release, rubbing messy circles on your clit as you collapsed onto him, head resting in the crook of his neck.
his hands moved to your waist, turning your body around so your back was pressed against his front.
“did you think we were done?”
stepford pulled down his pants, revealing his hardened cock.
he moved to your pants next, yanking the material down your thighs.
“i still haven’t cum yet,”
you felt your body get lifted just slightly, his tip teasing the entrance of your cunt before slowly sinking you down, cock stretching out your walls.
“so you’re gonna help me, aren’t you?”
your hands shot back to grip stepford’s thighs, eyes squeezed shut as he inched into you.
once he finally bottomed out, you both let out shaky moans, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling.
you heard the man finally speak, breaking the tension in the room.
