â can you blame her for the way she feels?â ronal.
warnings: smut! milf! ronal. reader is 18, she is of AGE. age difference, cunnilingus, fingering, switch!ronal, switch!reader, making out, impact play, nipple piercings, overstimulation, squirting, mommy k!nk.
notes: for the sake of the story, ronal and tonowari have an open marriage, 'kay? 'kay. written as fem!reader. this is a modern au!
tagging: everyone who reblogged my last ronal piece and may be looking for more !
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you close your eyes and pray to eywa for patience as you gently push tsireya off of you. she's absolutely gone, a bottle of malibu and several other terribly mixed drinks down the hatch.
you shift to support her by the waist, holding her hair back as she bends over and moans.
"reya, baby, you've got to throw it up. it's the only way you'll feel better, okay? i'm gonna call your mum."
she was pissed at lo'ak for something that was totally misconstrued and as a result, she dragged you to a party she'd learned about via two girls in her "intro to international relations" lecture. and now, like usual, she was sad and completely wasted, clutching onto you while crying about how she hoped he doesn't want to break up with her.
based on the texts you've been receiving from both lo'ak tonight, the boy is practically out of his mind with worry and anxiety. you had texted back of course, because you loved both of your best friends separately and loved them more together, and assured him that tsireya was okay and going home with you.
you'd arrange for them to speak tomorrow. beside you tsireya finally empties her stomach, her mascara streaming down her face as she cries herself through it. you'd arrange for them to speak the day after tomorrow.
you rub her back and soothe her, tucking her hair back and kissing her shoulder. she's going to be okay, she always was. you were just glad that she always adhered to the buddy rule when it came to going out. you hated not knowing if your friends were safe, especially when you got wind of the invite lists to some of these parties.
but it was fine. the two of you were eighteen, in the prime of your life, and trying to ignore that the end of this summer coincided with the beginning of your university years.
"[nickname], can you please call mum?"
"yeah, of course. you'll be okay, reya."
"i love you," reya says to the grass as she breathes through her nose.
"i love you even more," you respond like usual, slipping her the mini water bottle you'd stashed in your vintage coach clutch.
she tries to thank you but you wave her off, focusing on dialing ronal's number and getting her to her bed. the phone rings for what seems like ages and eventually the line clicks, the warm echo of tsireya's family trickling through the line.
"hello?" comes her raspy voice, the words slurred as they stem from the end of her laughter.
"ronal?" you say and you feel the shift through the line.
"[name]? are you alright? is tsireya alright?"
"yes! yes, everything is fine. reya just had a bit too much to drink and my mum isn't home so i didn't want to take her back to mine. i just think it would be best for her to be at home."
there's a stale silence so you continue in the hopes of making things less dire for tsireya when she's coherent enough to bear the weight of both her parents' rage and disappointment.
"would you mind swinging by and picking us up? i can text the address. if not i'll get an uber and drop reya off before going home. i just don't want to leave her alone."
maybe it's the way something strong trickles through the last sentence, maybe it's the way your voice dips a little sadly when you speak of going home to your great, empty house. whatever it is, it does the job and ronal agrees to come to get the two of you.
thanking her profusely, you tuck tsireya into your side as you walk stiltedly to the bench a couple feet away. you sit carefully, tucking her face into your neck to let her fall asleep comfortably. you pull the edge of your oversized fur coat so that it covers both of you, clutching your bag in your fingers as you anxiously await the familiar headlights of ronal's car.
you think of how different the two of you must look. tsireya had chosen a sparkly mini dress in the brightest shade of turquoise she could find. it settled luxuriously aginst her sepia skin, matching the jeweled hair sticks you'd gifted her two years ago. they hold up what's left of her half bun, the rest of her hair spilling across her shoulders and into the neck of her dress.
her legs mesh against your low-rise jeans, the dark denim enhanced with a mural of na'vi phrases in white graffiti. they're custom, made for you by rotxo who was heading to fashion school soon. you were so psyched to get a pair of collectibles before he got big. he definitely was going to get big.
paired with those is your overlapping chain halter top, the rhinestone embellishments making it glitter seductively against your stomach. it's cropped, leaving a strip of skin showing that leads to your barely jean-clad hips. your fur coat is the final piece, massive in size and a blinding white that you've managed to keep pristine throughout your years of having it.
your hair was down, streaked through with streamers of blue and white to make it a little less boring. you'd stacked necklace upon necklace on tonight, enjoying the way they fell in the crevice of your pushed-up cleavage. your cowboy boots are definitely a stretch in terms of matching, but they're comfortable and your fave. besides, you're confident enough to make anything look like it belongs on you.
in the words of lo'ak and company: you look like a "motherfucking rockstar". you'd smiled at the compliment and laughed.
"i hope so," you had said in response. "my mum is one."
soon enough, headlights flash through the neighborhood and against the walls of the apartment complex. you nudge tsireya awake and intertwine your hands, determined to complete the homestretch and get her ass in bed.
ronal pulls up the curb, stepping out and slamming the door irritably. you wince and kiss tsireya's temple in reassurance as she tenses up. she takes shit so personally when it comes to her parents, so you're going to try your best to do damage control.
you open the backseat door and get her in, arranging her so that she doesn't go pinwheeling across the leather. you sling your bag in beside her and take off your coat, settling it on her lap to keep her warm. god, you hope she doesn't vomit again. this shit was both older and more expensive than the car itself.
you shut the door and climb into the passenger seat, sighing and pinning your hair up with the help of your prussian blue claw clip.
"thank you," you say into the quiet, and ronal looks at you out of the corner of her eye.
"i'm glad you called me," is all she says, and you lay back, closing your eyes.
"please don't be too hard on her," you say carefully. "reya justâshe's been having a hard time and will be okay. you know she takes everything to heart so just be careful with her tomorrow morning?"
ronal says nothing but you open your eyes just in time to catch her nodding. you close them again, satisfied.
"you're a good kid," she says after a minute.
you smile and without looking at her you say,
"i'm so glad you finally can admit that you like me."
she scoffs and you laugh, adjusting your top over your tits. you're cold and your nipples are hard and you are so aware of the woman next to you.
"[name], i am old enough to be your mother."
"and i'm old enough for you to fuck," you say blithely.
thank the all- mother that tsireya is out cold right now. she knows a little of what you feel for her mum, you don't hide it. but still, some things are too much even for the people you love.
"[name]!" ronal says in shock and you laugh again.
"eywa, baby. loosen up," you chide.
when you get to ronal's residence, tonowari is standing on the porch waiting.
you like her husband. you think it's cool that they have an open marriage and honestly, he thinks it's a little funny that you fluster ronal so much. he once told you that if you made it happen, he'd have nothing to say.
he smiles at you and thanks you for looking out for tsireya, squeezing your shoulder. you tell him it's not a problem because it isn't. you love her so much that sometimes you think you're going to fall apart. if you weren't already knee-deep with her mum, you'd probably be fucked up over her.
it was a hard thing to understand. but you would never leave her alone at a party, would never let her be self-destructive on her own. you will always be there to hold her hand and let her know that someone was beside her and this will pass. she'd grabbed onto your hand in kindergarten and had never let go. she had seen you at your worst.
you would always take her home.
you bypass her dad, eyes softening at the sight of him carrying her bridal style inside their home. your own exhaustion creeps up on you, kissing at your cheeks and making your eyes heavy. you place your coat on the couch, laying your bag on top as you make your way to the kitchen.
you rub a hand over your face and go about searching for the chamomile and honey tea tsireya specifically stocked for you. the box is a bit hidden but you find it, settling for a chipped, green mug to drink it out of. it's only a few minutes before the electric kettle does its job.
you make sure to turn off the light as you leave, trudging upstairs to make yourself comfortable in the guestroom. halfway up you realize you forgot your belongings downstairs but you could really care less. you slip into your room, shrugging off your jeans and top and folding them so that you place them on the white wood dresser.
you're left in your bra and panties, the garments a deep navy with a diamond star on both the bra clasp and the sides of your thong. you can't sleep naked because you wake up too self-aware, but this is close enough.
a curse slips out as you struggle with the heavy duvet, your claw clip slipping and sending your hair tumbling about your face.
"fuck it," you mutter and you climb on top of the damned thing, grabbing the blanket at the foot of the bed to make do.
there's a knock at the door and you resist the urge to scream, calling out for the person to enter instead. ronal cracks it open and leans against the door frame, the position drawing your eyes to her full hips.
"tonowari wanted me to make sure that you didn't drink too much either. you handle it differently," she says in explanation, her face unreadable.
you sit up, forgetting about your state of dress, and smile gently.
"yeah, 'm okay. thanks for checking."
ronal says nothing, eyes trailing over you before she recovers. you take the time to look right back, eyes drinking in her soft curves and stern face. her cheekbones are so defined and lend it making her ice-blue eyes even more piercing, her lashes accentuating how large they are.
her skin is the same summery brown as her daughter and you wonder what she looks like flushed with pleasure. her hair is pulled up in a severe ponytail, the length and rich black of it reminiscent of fairytales.Â
she's so fucking beautiful and you're choking on it.
"ronal," you begin and she tilts her head to look away from you.
'[name]," she says in warning, but you don't want to stop.
you slide out of bed and walk over to her, reaching out to hold her hands loosely. you're giving her room to pull away and yet she seems to move forward.
this is new territory and you don't want to fuck it up, but the truth is you think about her every day and when you're not it's only because you're not thinking at all. you lean forward and find that you're slightly taller than her.
this makes you smile crookedly, your hand coming up to loosen her ponytail. she looks at you as if to reprimand you and you want nothing more. you tilt her head up, closing the gap between your lips with urgency.
you let out a sigh and wrap your arms fully around her, falling into the kiss and savoring it. her hands are stiff until they're not, her fingers coming down to cup the flesh of your ass through your lingerie. so much of it is spilling out of the thong anyway, and she takes advantage.
you moan, your pussy soaking through the lace in anticipation. you lick into her mouth and savor the way she trembles against you, backing up so that you can close the door properly behind her. you press her against the wood, bringing a hand down to slide it up her shirt so that you can cup her tits.
she's so warm and more importantly she wants you. her desire comes out the longer she touches you and it fuels you, making your legs a little weak. as if sensing your loss of control, ronal pushes you down so that you're starfished across the bed, your chest heaving.
she looks down at you, eyes doing a vicious analysis of your fucked-out state. eywa, she's barely touched you. you're so fucking pathetic. mindlessly, almost bored, she reaches behind you and undoes your bra.
your tits spill out and ronal tugs on your piercings, making your back arch until your spine almost cracks. she huffs out a laugh and bends down, sealing her mouth around your right nipple and sucking hard. you moan high and dig your hands into her hair, bucking up against her weight.
she pulls off with a pop and holds your hips down, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. you lock your body into obedience, trying your hardest to work with her. she smiles at that and tongues at your left nipple, suckling softly while pinching the other.
you're trying to stay silent but the pleasure is crawling up your throat, begging to be let out. every touch is cutting and if there was blood, you'd be lightheaded from the loss.
"ronal, please. please, touch my pussy. it's begging for you, fuck," you whine.
"is it?" she asks casually, pulling off your chest and leaving it slick with spit.
you nod and she watches you, eyes dark. there's a second where neither of you moves and then her hand raises, coming down to slap your tits harshly. the pain is part of what makes you gasp but the sharp heat in your stomach that follows is the other. she observes your reaction and does it again, making sure to catch her palm on your nipple piercings.
you scream and she covers your mouth, eyes narrowing. she slaps at your tits again, groping them with no thought to their sensitivity. the rough handling makes your cunt squeeze on air and your eyes dilate.
ronal is not as unaffected as she seems. her own face is flushed and she's wet through her sleep shorts, her silk cami falling wildly down her shoulders.
"ronal," you whisper and she hums, rocking down onto your stomach to give herself friction.
"ronal," you say again and she looks at you.
there's something tugging at you in the back of your mind and you give in to temptation, watching her carefully as you speak again.
she exhales loudly, thighs trembling around you as the term of address sits in the air between you.
"fuck," she says, and you can't help but grin wickedly.
ronal rises off of you and settles against the headboard, spreading her legs open slowly. blood is rushing through your head, the flow of it so loud that your thoughts are blocked out. you watch as she shoves her shorts and panties down in one effective movement, the fabric pulling away from her with a slick squelch accompanying the wet string of her arousal that comes with it.
her pussy is so gorgeous and you say as much, admiring the brown folds that give way to an angry pink. her cunt is puffy with need, the lips a little large. she's not shaved all the way, a little thatch of hair sitting pretty between her thighs.
you crawl on your knees, sinking into the 'v' of space she's left you. you're eager, almost drooling with the desperation to both taste and please her. ronal groans softly as you run a finger through her folds, canting her hips into the touch.
"make me cum, [name]. make mommy cum."
"whatever you fucking want, baby," you breathe out and she shakes, positioning her hand on the back of your head to push you down.
you lick a wide strip up her pussy, moaning shamelessly at the musk of it. she tastes so fucking good. you want her on your tongue forever. you lap at her again, nosing further into her cunt till your nose is wet with her juices. she shivers and clenches around you, pushing into your tongue.
"yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh," she moans, long and drawn out.
"does that feel good, baby?" you murmur, spitting into her pussy twice before rubbing it in.
she glistens and you chase the sight, stimulating her clit with kitten licks that drive her insane. you're teasing her, taking your time and riling her up. she curses and pulls your head back by your hair, eyes blown wide with her need.
"you talk all that shit and can't even eat my fucking pussy properly. get the job done or i go back to my fucking husband."
your face contorts at the mention of tonowari and you yank ronal forward, slapping her pussy until it's red. she throws her head back and twists her nipples, letting out the most delicious noise you've ever heard.
"yeah, i may be talking shit but i was right about one thing. i'm old enough to fuck huh? old enough to make this pussy drip like a waterfall. this is for me," you say, your voice dangerous. "isn't it, mommy?"
ronal scowls and you grin, victorius.
"okay, okay. i'm sorry, baby. let me give you want."
your pussy is screaming to be touched but you ignore your urges, hellbent on making ronal lose her mind.
you go back to eating her out, sliding a finger in alongside your tongue. she tenses at the stretch before relaxing, humming in satisfaction. you slip another in, crooking them and relishing in the muffled scream that flows from her throat.
you pull back, removing your mouth and adding a third finger as an apology. you fuck her hard and fast, watching the way her mouth opens and her eyes flutter closed. she's focused on the feeling and you could cum just from this.
"come on. come on, baby. cum for me, yeah? just like this."
she's so wet that her cunt is leaking down your wrist, your fingers sounding obscene as you pump them in and out of her. you lean over her, your hair curtaining her face as you come in close.
"you can do it, mommy. just cum for me and then you can touch me too."
her eyes open and she's looking at you and you smile slowly, your teeth gleaming and your lips swollen and red. she latches a hand onto your shoulder, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"cream on my fingers, baby. let me lick it off," you croon, tucking a fourth finger inside of her full cunt.
she's so close, you can feel it.
"mmhmm," you taunt her, "i know you want to. i want you to feel good. it's the least i could do."
she's confused about how she's lost control but you don't let her think about it too much, curling your fingers so that you can scrape at her gently with your nails. she arcs up and you catch her, still talking her through it.
"fuck, i'm not asking for a lot, mommy. can't you cum for your daughter's best friend?"
that gets you what you want and you watch ronal's ruby-red mouth fall open, her pussy spasming as she squirts across you and the duvet. you keep fucking her, relentlessly. she tries to close her legs, tries to turn to the side but you just force them back open.
"uh-uh. you're gonna take it," you hiss through your teeth.
she holds your biceps and you lean down for a kiss, biting her bottom lip till you draw blood. you pull away, your lip gloss smeared across her mouth. the sight does something to you, flips a switch.
you want to fuck her up. you want to leave her stained.
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