Crybaby
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-WARNING-
This fic will include-
-foreplay
-use of ‘mommy, baby, good boy’
-oral (f!receiving)
-delayed orgasm (m!receiving)
- P in V
(NO USE OF Y/N)
(NO USE OF AI)
(SMUT)
(NSFW)
wc: 1.2k
(divider credits to @cursed-carmine)
Readers note! - Hi everyone, i’m so happy to say this is my first fanfic, i love to write and i love to be the reader, i hope you guys like this, and i may eventually take requests, enjoy! 💋
Stephen is a journalist at the New Republic. He’s also your boyfriend.
Lately, the chief editor in his department had been bitching at him, and being his girlfriend, you knew he was a crybaby.
One late evening, he came home crying, sobbing if you will, you were sitting on the couch relaxing when you heard it, he tossed his shoulder bag on the counter and came to you, he dropped to his knees in front of you on the couch and laid his head on your thighs, you ran your fingers through his hair and asked “Baby what’s wrong?” he sniffled “He—he yelled at me today,” he whimpered and buried his face between your thighs “Chuck said my last article was ‘sloppy’ and ‘lacked insight’,” he lifted his head “Yet it had more page views than anyone else’s this month!” he yelled, voice cracking, he broke down again.
You felt bad, he was so sensitive and cried over anything, but then again Chuck was always rough with Stephen, you rubbed his shoulder “I’m so sorry baby, that’s just how Chuck is i guess.”
Stephen wiped his eyes and stood up, he took off his shoes and sat down with you, he cuddled up next to you, you laid down so you’d both be more comfy, he had his face buried in your neck, you were rubbing his back.
He eventually lifted his head and kissed you gently, one hand in your hair, he pulled away, still close, his breath ghosting on your lips “I’m just so pent up and i can’t take being around him everyday, it makes me such an angry person.” you kissed him to silence him, you mumbled on his lips “You need some relief, don’t you baby?” he nodded.
He took off your top, his hand running over your bra-clad tits, he gave soft kisses to your sternum and collarbones, he looked up at you “Can i take this off?” you nodded, he put his hand under you and unclipped your bra, taking the straps from your shoulders and throwing it on the floor, he smiled, this was obviously his happy place, he gripped one breast in his large hand, the other, he was suckling on, you scratched the back of his neck and scalp while he did, he let out a soft moan, a little after, he kissed his way down your waist, to be more comfortable, he laid between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants to kiss your lower belly, he was already taking off your bottoms, desperate to touch you, once he did, he tossed them to the floor mindlessly and spread your legs, admiring you.
He kissed your inner thighs and your panties, when he felt how wet they were, he smiled against you, he hooked his thumbs under your panties and looked up at you, as if asking if he could take them off, you nodded and he pulled them down as soon as you confirmed, he spread your legs open even wider, he cupped your pussy first, then took his thumbs to spread you open, he smiled and put his tongue out and gave a gentle but firm lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit and sucked.
He was a messy eater, he didn’t care, he would live here if he could, he circled his tongue on your clit, and when he heard you whimper, he never wanted to stop, he lapped his tongue at you and mumbled “you taste so good mommy.” he gripped your thighs and kept eating you up.
At this point he was ravishing you, he didn’t let up whatsoever, sucking, licking and kissing at your clit, occasionally putting his tongue down to lick up your juices, you put your hand in his hair and gently pulled, he groaned, he pushed one thigh up to eat you at an angle, you moaned louder and he just kept going, it was too much, you were on the brink of orgasm and he was going too fast, you scream-moaned “Fuck Stephen! it’s too much!” when you came he didn’t stop, you were moaning and writhing uncontrollably, your thighs trembling and your back arching, you were overwhelmed, yet you couldn’t get enough, you didn’t tell him to stop, you enabled it by holding his head against you.
When he finally let up, he was a wrecked, but happy mess, his lips were slightly swollen, his mouth and chin soaked, his cheeks flushed, his glasses crooked, his curls messy, even the collar of his shirt was looser, he was dazed but content, he crawled up your body and shamelessly kissed you.

You kissed him back, Hungry.
You got on top of him, you kissed his neck while un-buttoning his shirt, when you finally got it off, you rubbed his chest, he hummed, he loved simple touches, you trailed your hands down to his jeans and undid them, when you took those off too, he was hard as a rock in his boxers, he looked embarrassed, but you thought it was adorable, “All this just for mommy? You’re so precious baby.” you rubbed him through his boxers and he whimpered “Please don’t tease me mommy, i need you, i’ve wanted you all day.”
You smiled, god he was so pathetic, but it was sweet, you pulled down his boxers, he was embarrassingly hard, veins popping out, his tip flushed bright pink, he was even shaved, as always.
You got on top his lap, you rubbed his tip against your wetness and he whined, when you slipped his tip in, he moaned dramatically, you laughed at him and he fussed “It’s not funny, don’t tease me!”
Fine. he didn’t want to be teased? he can have his way.
You sat down completely, his cock sinking into your warm and wet tightness, he moaned and gasped, his hips twitching up, you began to roll your hips, he grabbed onto them, frantic and immediately.
As you rode him, he was moaning, whimpering, whining. Every sound you could possibly make, while you were letting out softer moans, it was pleasure-able but he was so sensitive, you decided to take it up a notch and bounce on his dick, he was twitching and writhing, your moans louder, his too, he was holding onto every part of you for dear life, he cried out and held you tighter “Nghh- fuck! Can i cum?”
You leaned forward and put your hands on his chest, riding him at an even better angle now “Be a good boy and hold it for me, can you do that?”
He nodded frantically and tried so hard, he only held out for about 30 seconds, before yelling “Fuck! fuck i’m gonna cum! please mommy, i need to cum! please let me!” he cried
Your pussy fluttered around his cock “Yes baby, cum for mommy.”
He groaned and moaned loudly, his eyes rolled back, his hips twitching and jerking up violently “Oh fuck! your pussy’s too good!”
You rode him less intense now, but riding out the waves of his orgasm and your silent one.
He pulled you down onto him gently, not pulling out yet, just holding you close as you both came down, his chest heaved, he looked at you and kissed you, he murmured against your lips “I love you so much mommy, you always know how to make me feel good.”
You giggled and cuddled up to him “I love you too baby.