tw: watersports, exhibitionism, orgy? i dont actually knowww
a/n: yeah im writing watersports idgafff anymore
thinking of lady pearl with front facing kelvin will a full bladder on her lap and shes playing with her in front of an audience (and her audience is actually the rich eastside ladies and actuallyyy garofano too shes there) and shes encouraging kelvin to let it all out while they all watch but poor kelvin is so shy... and she presses down on her bladder but it just wont happen :( so she stuffs kelvin so full with her strap (or maybe her gun!) that she cries and pees on the stage while everyone watches and shes just sooooooo embarrassed but lady pearl invites them to come on stage to clean away her tears and eat her out while kelvin whines and whimpers <3
thinking about making kelvin cry. i want her to cum so many times that she starts sobbing and babbling but still asking to cum some more... i think she could benefit from reciting recipes while cabernet fingers her over the counter for an hour
cw: professor!chameleon x student!reader, reader is in university and of age, hypnotism, cunnilingus, power bottom chameleon, strap-ons, nonconsensual mind snooping (???), semi-public sex at the end, very bad understanding of the human sexuality syllabus
a/n: sorry to anyone who takes or has taken the human sexuality program.
you don’t quite remember the exact moment she had wormed her way into your mind. you don’t recall when you had started looking at your psychology professor that way, and you certainly don’t remember the first time you lay on your bed, thrusting your fingers deep into your dripping cunt to the thought of her. and most importantly, you definitely don’t remember a quarter of your lesson material- because you were too busy dreaming away about your professor.
you think it’s not obvious. you hope it’s not. but you don’t know that your professor notices every tint of red on your cheeks and flits of your eyes.
at first, she downplays it as nothing more than a fidgety student. but with every lesson that passes by, her interests grows- especially after watching the way you’d cutely ask her questions after class.
“mi- miss theseus?”
your professor turns around to see you, bright eyes staring up at her curiously. she smiles, noting the enthusiasm in your demeanor- and perhaps, something more than that.
“hello, darling,” she watches as your face flushes ever so slightly, “have a question?”
“well… it’s somewhat embarrassing, but- i was just wondering… is there truly no difference between a vaginal and clitorial orgasm? if they both originate from different spots, surely they aren't the same…”
you flush as you ask the question. her lips curl into a little smile.
strange, she wonders. no one has asked her this question before, if she recalls. the only way someone would have to ask if-
“never had either before?” she teases, but manages to infer from your reaction that she was right. she relishes in the way your eyes look elsewhere and the shuffling of your feet.
you're quick to deny it, but she already knows. no matter- she can always touch on that again on a future date.
it was never just one occurrence, either. many times you would approach her, asking… questions… that might hint at something more than an educational curiosity.
“would you know if homosexuals have better communication than heterosexuals…?”
a thinly veiled implication.
“well, i wouldn’t know about the latter…” she mused, and walked off, leaving you to think about the answer.
she could hear an almost-silent squeal from you.
you pique her interest- more so than she would've expected. she enjoys observing the way your fingers fiddle with each other whenever you speak to her. it doesn't take long for her to begin sorting through your mind with her little tricks-
only to see the perverted little fantasies that you hoard- especially in her classes. she tends to find you thinking about her thighs - wondering how she'd look in a gorgeous low cut blouse.
of course, she doesn't hesitate to wear one the next day, leaving you nearly drooling onto your lap. she had fun poking around your mind that day- filled with thoughts of eating her out on her teacher's desk.
this little game of hers continues for weeks, sifting through your head to pick out your preferences- what makes you fidget, what makes you flustered. she ups the ante as well, walking up behind you when you least expect it, placing a gentle hand on your trembling shoulder.
you remember her leaning in close, close enough that the scent of her perfume overwhelms you, and her breast only lightly brushes against your hair, and that was only for a mere few seconds before you mutter out something about ‘going to the bathroom’, and scampering out of the classroom like a little mouse.
all she did was giggle, and return to her table.
the day she decides to start her little plan is a mundane one- at least for you. well, nothing out of the ordinary about your fantasies anyways- except for one at the very back of your mind, that she couldn’t quite reach herself. what better way to expose it than getting you to say it?
you only snap out of your daydreams when you feel your professor’s presence behind you- whipping your head around quickly to see her smiling down at you.
“see me after class. i have something to show you.” she walks away without turning around, leaving you vibrating in excitement in your seat. time passes by as slowly as ever- until finally, the bell rings, and the rest of the students filter out of the classroom one by one, except you.
when the last student finally exits, she looks up from her work to you staring directly at her, and beckons you to come forward with a wave of her finger.
you stumble forward, nearly falling flat on your face. “yes, ms theseus?” you ask, wondering why she'd ask you to stay behind.
“don't be too worried dear, you're not in trouble.” she muses. “i’m just here to ask you about something.”
you nod your head curiously, waiting for her to continue.
“i was wondering- what do you think of hypnotism in therapy?”
“mmm…” you think out loud. your professor was never one to hide details about her career- once mentioning the way she dabbled in hypnotherapy.
“well, i don’t particularly know how useful it would be for all patients, especially since not everyone has the same hypnotizability rate, and it doesn’t change with age…” you offer your opinion thoughtfully.
“what about if you were the patient? what do you think?”
“me…? i… uh…” you trail off, suddenly experiencing a strange feeling rising in your gut.
you stop mumbling as you watch her take her pocket watch attached to her belt. before you can ask what she was doing, she puts it in front of your face and snaps !
you blink confusedly, feeling no change in your body. that is, until she decided to ask a question. “well, let’s try it right now. what do you feel?”
you try to speak, but the words that come out of your mouth don’t feel like yours- or at least they feel like they’ve been forced out of you. “afraid.” you blurt out, and slap your hand over your mouth immediately after.
she stands up and advances towards you. “really? afraid? of what?” she almost-whispers, trying to pry an answer out of you.
you can only take steps backward. “of, of-” you stutter, trying to suppress the words bubbling in your throat.
“tell your professor, darling- are you hiding something from me?” she presses harder, cornering you as your ass hits the table behind you. nowhere to run.
“n-no…” you look away, avoiding eye contact.
“really? nothing like, say, a fantasy-”
you cut her off with words that force their way out of your mouth once again. “of you?” your eyes widen and your body starts to tremble.
“that’s right.” you don’t see it, but her lips curl into a sneer. “tell me more.”
not a question, a command.
“of, of you…” you try to swallow down the fantasy prodding inside your head, but her power is much stronger than that. “...taking me on your lap-” when the words are uttered, your core flares to life, arousal coursing through your body, despite your vocal autonomy not being your own.
“mm. anything else, dear?” she pushes even harder.
tears well up in your eyes, but your core gets wet too- being cornered by your favourite professor like this. she places a hand on your shoulder, making you shake harder.
“um- uh, spanking me… in your office… telling me to keep quiet… while other people walk past…” you mumble out- embarrassed of that fantasy in particular.
what a cute thing she’s been hiding from me, she wonders. with that, she retreats, leaving you with room to catch your breath.
“well, that’s all i have to ask for now, darling. next time,” she mumbles, “will be a lot more… exciting.” just like that, before you can react to anything, she raises her hand and snap!
you jolt up in your seat in the classroom, from what seemed like nothing more than a filthy dream, one that left your panties wet. you look around confusedly, only to see that everyone had already left the classroom, except your professor, who had noticed your awakening.
“good afternoon, dear.” she chuckles, closing her book. “i was going to wake you up, but you were sleeping so peacefully.” she almost coos at you, standing up to walk toward you.
you’re confused. what just happened? was that really just a dream? but it felt so real…
while you were caught up in your thoughts, she reaches your side and places a hand on your shoulder.
“remember to sleep early, dear, we can’t have you falling asleep in class.” and just like that, she leaves the classroom, and leaves you in a daze.
you shift in your seat, trying to process what had just transpired, hyper-aware of the heat in your groin. another cold shower tonight, you suppose, one filled with the memories of what seemed to be a dream.
the following weeks seem to be a hazy, heat filled one. your professor keeps wearing the exact outfits you always dream of, and multiple dreams of you confessing your deepest desires to her- but always ending up waking at your desk, with her smiling at you as kindly as ever.
you think it’s quite strange- it’s almost like someone is listening to your thoughts, and somehow bringing them to life. everytime your professor shows up in an outfit that is someone just your type, you thank the heavens above- not knowing that she finds it quite amusing.
once she’s pried enough secrets out of you, she finally decides to confront you, on a day just like any other, sunset filtering through the blinds of the classroom windows. all the students are gone, just like usual, leaving just you and her in the classroom, together. today, she’s dressed in a way that you seem to have fantasized about the most- her blouse, with the top three buttons conveniently undone, and a short pencil skirt, and you couldn’t help but drool over yourself when you thought she wasn’t looking.
she approaches you in the same way she has in so many other countless ‘dreams’. and she’s straight to the point this time.
“so darling, when were you going to tell me about how you want to eat me out from under my desk?” she sits on the table in front of yours, legs crossed. she says it nonchalantly, as if it were another question on the syllabus.
“wh-what? what are you-”
she reaches out to give your cheek a little pat. “hush now, i know more than you might think, dear.” she stands up and walks behind you, putting both hands on your shoulders. “don’t think i don’t notice you drooling over me during class. you’re lucky you’re a top student- or i’d be a lot more strict on you.”
her words ignite a spark in you- strict? what kind of strict is she talking about? punishing you with a cane? denying you of orgasms? perhaps-
“listen when your professor is talking.” she tuts, making you snap back to her gaze. an extreme sense of deja vu hits you- has this truly happened before?
“now as i was saying. when were you going to tell me? after graduation? that’d be too late, no? what other time will you finger me on my desk?” she whispers it now, riling you up slowly as she spills your own secrets back to you.
“i know, darling,” she watches in amusement as she caresses your shoulder, almost grazing over your neck. “i know the way you want me to hurt you, to pleasure you, to take you mine. ” she sighs. “i just wished you’d have told me earlier to save all this time. even though i teased you so much, you still did nothing to chase your desires.”
“how…” your voice comes out quiet and meek, unable to look her in the eyes.
“that’s my secret, darling. not for you to know- at least not now.”
before she can say another word, you burst into tears. “i-i, i’m so sorry, miss theseus, i promise it won’t happen again, i didn’t mean t-”
a finger, pressed against your mouth, shushes you. “i never said i was mad, darling. i do find you quite adorable, actually.”
your tears clear up quick, sniffling quietly as you look up at her.
she prompts you to stand up, and motions you to follow her to the front of the classroom. she very quickly, but seductively, strips herself of her skirt, leaving herself in lace panties. you can only stare in shock as she leans against her desk.
“well? what are you waiting for? it’s in your human instinct to embrace your innate desires. go on, have a taste of what you’ve been dreaming of.”
without any hesitation, you drop to your knees in front of her and pull down her panties, making her gasp and giggle at your eagerness.
“no rush, dear, the classrooms only get cleaned at night.” she mumbles, stroking your hair, spreading her legs to reveal her core. you note that she’s already wet- no doubt from teasing and making you squirm. you don’t really feel like taking your time- foreplay can wait for another day- and you dive right in, licking broad, flat stripes up her cunt, reveling in the absolutely delicious taste. you moan when your tongue hits her already hard clit, vibrations traveling through her to make her whimper softly.
you eat her out like a starved woman, occasionally plunging your tongue into her hole. you push your nose against her trimmed pubic hair, inhaling her scent as much as you can. it makes you giddy, and it makes your eating sloppy.
above you, she moans as she very gently pushes your head harder against her, nearly grinding her hips against your face. “so good,” she sighs out, “you’ve learnt quite a bit in this class, huh?” she chuckles, but you’re far too occupied to respond. one of your hands, previously gripping her soft thigh, moves to prod at her entrance.
you move up and suck at her clit gently, making her grip your hair harder. “c’mon, put that tongue to more use… you’re always asking your little questions anyways, yeah? the ones that- oh!- ” she gets cut off as you push two of your fingers into her slowly- “the ones that you think are just- haah, regular questions…” she throws her head back as you hilt your fingers completely in her cunt.
your face heats up when you recall the countless questions you had asked her, poorly disguised in the name of education when really, you were just trying to gather some information about her. she continues to tease you.
“there’s so much that i know… you didn’t think a licensed psychologist couldn’t figure out what you were thinking? how pathetic.” she mocks, recalling that you quite enjoy being degraded in your fantasies. your own pussy burns at her words, almost having half a mind to reposition yourself and grind down on her heel.
she knows that you’re wet, almost more than her, and decides to offer it to you. she moves her leg to tap your clothed crotch with her heel. you whine into her cunt.
“grind.” the order is short and simple, and you waste no time trying your best to pleasure yourself on her. in turn, you thrust your fingers quickly, trying to make her cum over you. you start sucking her clit harder, earning a “good girl” from her, and curl your fingers into her soft, sweet spot, making her cries reverberate throughout the room.
“just a little more, darling- oh… next time, it’ll be under my desk during class…” she coos, encouraging you to drive her over the edge. you barely get a warning as you feel her clenching around your fingers, and she pushes her head hard as she climaxes, cum dripping down your wrist. she moans into the air softly, riding her high out on your face.
“ good girl, ” she mumbles, slapping your cheek a few times when you pull away, a string of slick connecting your face to her red cunt. “much better than i expected. but i think, you still have a lot to learn…”
you nod, almost drooling, ready to accept any lesson from her. you almost reluctantly move yourself off her heel to stand up, leaving yourself unsatisfied.
but you're here to please her, after all.
“well then,” she moves to her desk to take something out of a drawer. “how about this?” she pulls out- a harness, and a dildo- something which strangely fits your tastes. “it’s time to properly learn how to please a woman like me.” she smiles, and hands them to you.
you fumble slightly putting it on, hearing the metal bits clank together. it amuses your professor, but eventually you get it on. “good.” she purrs, and lies on her back on her desk and gets comfortable. she uses her fingers to spread her cunt, to show you her sopping hole, enticing you to come closer. “come on now, fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.”
you stumble forward, entranced, one hand holding up the strap and prodding at her hole. “miss theseus… i can’t believe this is happening.” you breathe out, still in disbelief. “thank you…” but before you can say anything else, she shushes you.
“the sentiments can come later. come on, you have much to learn…” she teases.
“then i’ll have to oblige.” you murmur, slowly pushing into her tight, warm, cunt. she lays her head on the table, moaning as she feels the stretch.
“a pity i can’t teach you this during class. you’d already have me crying on this desk if that were the case.” she drawls, trying to provoke you into speeding up. you take the hint.
without any warning, you push all the way in, hilting yourself in her pussy. she moans in shock, but she clearly doesn’t mind as she grinds back onto your strap, and wraps her legs around your waist.
you start moving, putting your hands on her soft hips to steady yourself. you thrust clumsily, trying to set a rhythm to please the older woman. you try to thrust upward to the spot you had hit with your fingers, jerking the strap around inside her. her long, drawn-out moans fill the room, and you desperately pray that no one is walking outside right now.
she’s already sensitive- and it doesn’t take long for your thrusts to exert more power as you feel her clenching around you.
“faster, dear,” she moans, hands gripping the edge of the table, “make me cum, and i’ll reward you.”
the idea of a reward makes sparks erupt in your brain, and you speed up, thrusting mindlessly in an attempt to get her to cum faster. you move a hand to rub on her hard clit, making her whimper on the desk. “just like that.” she whines, drawing closer to her orgasm.
her moans grow louder in a beautiful crescendo, and when her pitch reaches its peak, so does she. she tightens incredibly around your strap, creaming around it as you hilt yourself inside her all the way. her limbs tremble, eyes rolled back into her head as she processes her orgasm fully. when she stops shaking, you look down and pull out to see a ring of white on the base of the strap.
she slowly sits up on the desk, panting, sweat-covered, and with a small smirk.
“good girl. you’ll get a reward tomorrow.” she breathes out.
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“now class, i’ll be grading your papers so go about your own studies. the exam is next week.”
groans of ‘yes, miss theseus’ ring about, students jeering at being reminded about the finals.
“good, they’ll be busy doing their own things.” she murmurs under her breath. underneath her desk, you plunge your tongue inside her cunt, hidden from view. she’s good at hiding her orgasm- already came on your face once without any visible reaction.
“i think i’ll keep you under here for the rest of the semester. i’ll get you a pillow for your poor knees.” she says as quietly as possible. all you do is nod vigorously and continue eating her out, trying to please your professor as much as possible- as much as she wants.
cw: moore x reader, bondage, vibra/tors, edg/ing, over/stim, ruined org/asm, pet names, mentions of public sex, ejacu/lating strap, gags, ruined org/asm, multiple org/asms, watching yourself get fucked???
quite the amazing idea from my twitter mutual i think. i like it lots
“you know, it’s already two in the morning.”
you peek into moore’s office, looking on as she yawns and types away at her computer.
“mmm.” she hums, and tears her eyes away from the bright shining screen. “already?” her eyes zero in on the clock above the door frame. “well,” she shrugs, “my work is due soon, anyway…” and just like that, she turns back to the computer.
you sigh and step into her office, moving to stand next to her. “we have another meeting in the morning though…” you grimace, trying to get her away from her work.
“that’s fine!” she giggles lightly. “i can always sleep after the meeting ends.”
you pout at her, causing her to coo. “don’t worry too much about it, cutie. i just need some coffee-” she reaches for her thermos flask- “to get me through the night.”
you reach over quickly and grab the flask from her. she whines and tries to grab it back. “no more coffee for you. you’ll die of a caffeine overdose, you know.”
moore sighs and drops her hands. “fine. you’ll help me stay up tonight then?” she pleads with you.
“why not.” you shrug, playfully rolling your eyes. this wouldn’t be your first all-nighter anyways.
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“m-moore, wait!” those are the last words that you choke out, before moore shoves a thick cable into your mouth, muffling your noises. your hands are bound too, by a smaller, thinner, cable, that moore had decided she had no more use for. you’re squirming on a cleared-out table, clothes tossed away to the corner of the room.
“perhaps your cute noises will keep both of us awake till the meeting, hm?” moore had said, before lifting you up and plopping you on the table.
she hums as she binds your ankles to the legs of the table, to keep you still for her. your eyes follow her movements and you watch as her huge, floating monitors reposition themselves around the room.
“i guess i can take an hour or two off of work, right?” moore holds that ever-kind smile on her face, though you don’t miss the mischievous glint present in her eyes either. your eyes widen as you see her walking toward you, with a vibrator in her hand.
“no need to look so surprised, cutie, even someone like me has needs to fulfil when i’m working in the middle of the night…” she chuckles and moves to stand in front of you, staring directly at your already glistening cunt, clearly aroused by the situation that you’re put in. she taps the head of the vibrator on your throbbing clit, making you whimper behind your gag.
“what a good girl, staying still for me… well, not like you can do anything about it anyways.” she muses, and turns on the vibrator. the whirring of the device rings through the room, scaring and exciting you at the same time. without letting you react, she pushes the head of the vibrator directly onto your clit, making your thighs attempt to close instinctively.
you moan desperately, eyes widening as the intense pleasure rocks through your core so quickly. she moves it around, trying to determine the best position to stimulate you the hardest. you toss your head from side to side, drool escaping from the corners of your lips.
she moves the vibrator around until it hits the underside of your sensitive clit, and that’s when you really start reacting. she delights in the way that your teeth dig into the cables that gag you, and your legs struggle to kick against the air. your cunt is already dripping slick onto the table, wetting the area under your ass. she giggles as she watches your body shake against its restraints, eyes rolling back into your head.
you squeal (as best as you can while gagged) when she turns up the speed on the toy, now vibrating against your clit so painfully, so deliciously. you don’t get to warn her at all before you suddenly cum, and start squirting onto her clothes, staning it.
but the moment the first jet of fluid hits her, she reacts fast and takes the vibrator away quickly- smiling as she watches your eyes go wide, hips attempting to buck up against nothing as your squirting dies down, as does your ruined orgasm. tears fall from your eyes, and your clit is left red, angry, and throbbing, waiting for more stimulation from the cruel woman in front of you. little whines escape your gag, making her coo at you.
“oh, cutie, don’t whine so much! why would i let the night end so quickly? there’s still so much time left…” she pouts, keeping eye contact with you as the still-on toy vibrates in her hand. she moves and whistles as she moves the huge screens in the room once more, three of them now hovering over your still shaking body.
“let’s see here… ah!” she exclaims excitedly as she wheels something over to you, a strange contraption with multiple cameras attached. she positions it right beside the leg of the table, and with that, the monitors around you turn on, with the screens first showing some static before cutting to blurry views of your thighs, your breasts, and the middle monitor- a centered view of your dripping cunt.
your entire body flushes a deep red, and your eyes lock on to the view of your own pussy gushing more slick at the sight. you squirm and whimper, biting down on the cable- you feel as if your teeth have dug into the cables to expose the copper inside. she moves to set down the vibrator on a table, and from the same drawer, pulls out a harness, and a thick, translucent, dildo- clearly meant to stretch your cunt out. it’s ribbed- she plans to make you cum over and over tonight.
your body wants to wriggle away, but you also don’t miss how your pussy throbs at the image of getting stretched out by moore. she catches it as well.
“i saw that, cutie.” she muses as she puts the harness on. “looks like you want me to fill you up too.” she fixes the dildo into place, showing off her strap in all its glory. “what do you think? does it look good on me?” she teases, delighting in the way you nod desperately, a few more tears rolling down your face.
“good girl! now, i don’t have any lube here, so you’ll just have to help me get my cock ready for you.” she cheers, as if she weren’t about to fuck you into oblivion. she walks up to you, clacking of heels accompanied with the whirring of machines resounding in the room. she reaches down to take the cables out of your mouth, causing you to choke on your spit.
when you recover, you look up to see her nonchalant face, and down to see the thick dildo in hand. “open wide, baby.” that’s the only warning you get before she shoves her cock into your mouth.
you gag immediately, trying to adjust to the size of the strap in your mouth, nearly forcing its way down your throat. you glance up, with tearful eyes, and for the first time, you see a change in moore’s expression.
a darker glint in her eyes, and her smile seems a little more sinister- her cheeks flush a dark red and she huffs everytime she thrusts her cock deeper into your mouth. her look excites you wildly, and you try your best to take her into the back of your throat.
you tear your eyes away from her, and at the corner of them, you catch a glimpse of one of the monitors- zoomed in on the way your mouth stretches around her. you nearly bite down on her strap in arousal, but instead relax your throat to allow her to fuck into it deeper.
moore hilts herself in all the way, hands intertwined in your hair. she grinds into your mouth a little bit before finally pulling out, cock covered in drool and your lips flushed red. “so pretty.” she smiles, and slaps your cheek lightly a few times. she grabs the once discarded cables from the table beside her and shoves them back into your mouth, gagging you once more.
she then walks back to the foot of the table, and you can lift your head up to see her align her strap with your sopping hole. she clicks her tongue, “eyes up, look at the screen.” you nod, eyes zeroing in on the screen displaying your cunt and her strap that is prodding at your swollen clit.
“good.” she praises, and finally starts sinking her cock into your pussy. you let out a shaky sigh behind the gag, and your eyes roll back as you feel the stretch of every ridge of the dildo against your walls. you try to roll your hips forward to meet her pushing, but she’s binded you well- you can only lie there and take everything she gives you.
“ biiiiiiiig stretch, cutie.” she mumbles, as she hilts herself inside your needy cunt. you look dizzily at the screen, watching as you visibly clench around her. you can only whimper out, trying to get her to move inside you, and she takes the hint. she doesn’t hesitate to begin thrusting slowly, helping you get used to the large toy.
eventually, when she sees that you’re comfortable, she starts speeding up, and digs her fingers into your thighs. only the slick sounds coming from your cunt, and the soft “ mmfgh, mmf ”s can be heard throughout the room. you can barely focus on the screen as you can feel yourself approaching your much-needed orgasm, eyes crossing and toes curling.
moore can feel you clenching harder around her- she knows that you’re close. “cum anytime you want, cutie- ah, but i won’t touch your little clit, ‘kay? it’s already so sore from the vibrator just now.” she fakes a sad pout and coos at you, though you could tell she was stifling a laugh while she was looking at your current, piteous state.
you can only whine at her, though she pays no mind to the noises you make. without warning, she angles the strap differently- hitting your sweet spot intensely. and just like that, you cum immediately, squirting over her strap and dirtying her clothes. but it’s not enough- your swollen clit still untouched, still left unsatisfied amidst the jets of fluid squirting from your already sore cunt. your long, drawn out whines and hip movements tell moore all she needs to know.
she slows down, making you shake your head desperately. “aww! not finished yet?” she giggles, thrusting hard just once into you, your head thrown back from the mild shock. “fine,” she says, almost mocking, “i’ll touch your pretty clit this time.”
she pulls out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling, but it doesn’t take long for her to return, with that cruel vibrator in hand once more. she slides back into you with ease, making you whimper. however, the whimper turns into a scream when you feel the vibrator back on your clit, kicking your body into oversensitivity.
amidst the buzzing of the toy and the the sounds of filthy squelching, you can hear moore laughing- at you, no doubt, as she pushes the toy against the underside of your clit once more. your hips try to wiggle away from the stimulation, but it’s impossible with the way you’re tied- and you cum around her with a squeal, but she doesn’t let up with her movements. you glance at the screen once more, now catching a view of your slick dripping onto the floor from your drenched cunt.
the buzzing gets too much, almost painful , but she pushes harder. you slowly lose the strength to struggle against her, eventually succumbing to the pleasure she gives you. you’re simply laying limp on the desk, head thrown to one side with your eyes rolled back. she can tell that you’re close to your limit.
“one more, okay?” you barely get a nod out, and she grins. “gooooood girl.” it’s almost patronizing, but you’re is too fucked out to care. “maybe i should keep you tied up to a machine next time? that would be better than any coffee i could drink, no?” she proposes.
the thought has you squeezing around her once more. she continues putting the filthiest ideas into your head. through your hazy mind, you can barely make out a few things she says- “how about i fuck you in the meeting in the morning?” and, “next time, i’ll record you getting fucked silly and send it to you while you’re working.”
through a couple of choked out sobs and tears, you agree mindlessly- you can’t wait for the next time she has you like this. “gonna give you a treat now, sweet girl.” you don’t have the time or energy to question what she meant, before you feel her slam her strap home, and then something filling you up. your eyes jerk to the screen, and you can see a thin shot of cum flowing through the dildo into your worn out cunt.
you cum wordlessly for the last time, creaming around her strap, body convulsing on the table. she jerks the dildo a little bit around inside you, trying to get her cum as deep as possible. she slows the speed down on the vibrator, eventually stopping it and putting it aside when your jerking dies down. she says something about pulling out- you can barely process anything anymore- and slowly removes her strap from your pussy, and you can feel the emptiness in you once more. your eyes watch wearily as your mixed fluids drip from your hole- which reminds you.
your fingers, luckily, aren’t bound, and you make weak noises, pointing at her crotch area.
“me? oh, you want me to cum?” she giggles, petting your cunt gently. “don’t worry about it, sweetie, maybe i’ll have you eat me out under my desk tomorrow. you groan out gently, feeling your binds be removed. when she finally takes the cables out of your mouth, you cough a few times before speaking hoarsely.
“moore… the meeting…” you can barely keep your eyes open, but you can feel her scoop you up into her arms, and kiss you on the forehead.
“worry not cutie, i’ll clean you up and you can rest on the couch. i’ll wake you up when the morning comes…” she trails off, and it’s the last thing you hear before you pass out in her arms.
“ah… but there’s the issue of carrying you to the bathroom without you getting seen…”
cw: langley x reader, lowkey dubcon (just a little), spanking, crying, gunplay, a little bit of dacryphilia, edg/ing, over/stim, power play, degrading, squi/rting, reader is not chief
A/N: couldnt stop thinking about that one langley supervision event
a click of a tongue, and a hand on your shoulder. but as quickly as it was put there, it disappears.
langley circles you slowly, staring daggers into you.
“you know, this isn’t what i expected from you.” langley walks to the desk, and slams her hand down on the reports. the sudden loud sound makes you jolt in place, hands clenched behind your back. “i didn’t hire you so that you could give me this crap.” she snarls, picking up the papers. “this isn’t the intel that i asked for.”
“m-miss langley, i t-tried my b-”
“and yet, you still didn’t get what i want.” langley sighs, rubbing at her temple. “hm, no matter, i suppose. there is still time to get what i want.”
you almost let out a sigh, but she doesn’t stop.
“but this time, i think you need to be reminded on how to do your job.” langley muses, walking over to the couch, and sitting down.
“w-what?” you stammer out, afraid of what will happen next.
“don’t be so scared.” she scoffs, “it’s either this or you leave my office right now and never return.”
you don’t have much of a choice, and you know it.
“fine.” you mumble, and finally start inching towards her.
“good.” her voice is stern, and it sends something more than just fear through your body. “over my lap. come on, now.”
a noise of confusion leaves your mouth.
“did i stutter?” no response. “good. oh, and pants off.”
ah, you see where this is going now.
you quickly shed your pants, not wanting her to wait any longer, afraid of another scolding. your now bare legs are cold against the cool air of her office.
you get on the couch awkwardly, trying not to look into her burning eyes. you lie over her lap, trying not to get too comfortable.
“now, this will just be a reminder that you must do your job properly. ” she leans over and sneers. “especially if you’re working for me.”
without any warning, langley lifts a gloved hand and spanks you square on your ass. it doesn’t sting that bad- not yet, at least- and elicits a surprised yelp from you. your head whips around but she immediately shuts you down, other hand coming up to hold your head in place.
“no moving.” she taunts, and then another smack.
this one is slightly harder, but your panties still save you from most of its force. it still makes you squeal nonetheless. you squirm gently in her lap, feeling heat pool up in your core. your mouth almost opens to ask for more, but you refrain.
“mm. let’s do away with these pesky panties.” langley surprises you once more by ripping them off, and flinging them onto the floor.
“w- wait, i-”
smack!
this one hits much harder- you can feel the cool leather of her glove against your ass now. you jolt in her lap, almost pushing your ass towards her palm. she doesn’t miss anything, of course.
“this is supposed to be a punishment, you know.” smack! “ it stings a little more, flesh beginning to turn red.
“i, i’m sorry-” smack!
“you’re not crying yet. i don’t think you’re that sorry.” you can’t see it, but there’s a wicked smirk on langley’s face- obviously taking pleasure in her actions. she spanks you another three times in quick succession, each hit making you jolt forward on her lap, tears now welling in your eyes.
smack!
this one is hard- you whine out, and your toes curl. you can feel your cunt getting wet, though you desperately wish that she wouldn’t notice. a tear slides down your cheek, feeling your ass burn as she rubs her cool hand over you.
“m-more, please…” you whimper quietly, but she still hears it.
she clicks her tongue. “needy.” she mocks, raises her hand, and delivers the hardest hit yet. both the slap and the scream that leaves your mouth echo through the office. you’re finally fully crying now, choked sobs escaping your lips as she squeezes your ass hard. the pain stings, but it makes you drip over her lap.
without missing a beat, she pushes your legs openly slightly and swipes a couple of fingers through your cunt.
“already so wet.” she says. “that’s pathetic, you know? it’s supposed to hurt- unless you’re just a little painslut.” she snickers, and reaches for something from her hip. you barely get to turn around and look before you feel it- cool metal, pressed against your warm pussy.
you immediately try to squirm away, but she holds you down in place. “relax, the chamber’s empty. it’s just a reminder not to mess up again, hm?” she rubs the barrel over your clit slowly, making your hips jerk in her hold.
“ mmfph- b-but- ”
“don’t lie to me. i can see how wet you are.” she teases your entrance with the tip of the gun. “cry for me more.” she says, and pushes the gun into you ever so slowly.
she’s kind enough to let you take it inch by inch, aided by the slick that keeps pouring from your cunt. you moan out with every movement, clenching around the thick barrel that slowly worms its way into you. it’s cold against your warm walls, and she strokes your back tauntingly.
“good slut… take it all in…” she whispers, and manages to push the gun halfway in before stopping. your legs are trembling, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth- onto her couch. the barrel is snug in your wet cunt that’s aching for an orgasm.
“maybe this’ll teach you.” langley chastises as she begins to thrust her gun slowly. whines and whimpers spill from your mouth, trying not to cum immediately around the thick barrel. the thrill of having such a deadly weapon up your cunt arouses you to no end- and langley knows it too.
she twists her weapon inside you, allowing you to feel the ridges of her gun against your walls. each motion of her wrist making you thrust your hips backward to meet the cold steel of her gun.
“i’m- gonna cum.” you cry out, not wanting to cum without her permission. thankfully, you won’t be- she’s already decided that.
“i can tell. you’re enjoying this too much.” she muses. your orgasm is close- so close, but she needs to remind you that you’re not here to enjoy yourself too much. just as you’re about to soil her gun with your release, she swiftly pulls it out of you- leaving your cunt squeezing nothing but the cold air, high dying down slowly as you desperately try to chase the feeling of the weapon inside you.
“n-no, please, please ! wanted to cum, so bad.” you cry out, squeezing your thighs together, but it’s not of much use.
she laughs, tapping the wet tip of the gun on your twitching cunt. “not yet. you’re not here to have fun.” she chuckles again, putting her gun aside. “that’s enough of that. i’ll have to clean it later.” she feigns annoyance.
“ah… hic! i’ll clean it for you later, if you want- hic! but please, need to cum…” you trail off, hiccups interrupting your sentence as your legs spread open shakily.
“i’ll think about it.” langley says nonchalantly, gloved fingers now prodding at your sensitive pussy. she gathers slick from your cunt and rubs it between her fingers, lubing them up. without missing a beat, she pushes them into you, making you whine at the feeling of being full again.
she curls her fingers against that spongy spot inside you skillfully, watching you squirm as little “uh, uh”s fall from your parted lips. she knows exactly where to strike- trying to elicit the most delicious reactions from you.
you can feel your orgasm surging up once more, hoping that this time she’ll allow you to cum all over her glove. “ please, ” you beg, wiggling your hips, trying to get her to push her fingers all the way into your cunt. she laughs at you, striking your ass a couple of times to feel you clench around her.
“you look adorable when you’re crying for me.” she sighs out, making your cheeks redder than they already are. “cry more, will you?”
just as she says that, she pulls her fingers out of you, ripping away your orgasm once more. your body attempts to curl itself up in her lap, cunt twitching at its loss once again. you pant heavily, trying to hump greedily against her thigh, clit twitching against the fabric of her skirt. you cry noisily while your pussy dampens her clothes.
“so dirty… so noisy.” she chides, grabbing your body and manhandles you around, making you squeak as she props you upright. she positions her fingers upright on her lap. “ride them. don’t you want to cum?” she coos mockingly.
head fogged, you oblige, and lift your hips and lower yourself on her fingers. though still, they hit much deeper, gravity aiding your movements as she hums in approval.
“cum like this.” she orders, spurring you on to bounce on her fingers harder. you approach your peak quickly, just by watching the smirk on her face.
“m-may i?” you stutter out, voice wracked by pants and whines.
“go ahead.”
with her permission, you slam yourself all the way down on her fingers, finally cumming all over her hand and lap.
“ f-fuckk-kkkk… ” you whimper, rolling your hips. as your eyes roll back into your head, you think that you’re done and satisfied- but langley just so happens to disagree. before you can move to get off of her fingers, she decides to thrust them upward- the sudden movement making you fall forward onto her.
“ah, ah- it’s too much, too much!” you cry out, feeling her fingers move once more inside your already sensitive pussy. she pays no mind to your cries, instead, leans forward to bite into your sweat-covered neck.
langley sucks- hard- a reminder for the near future- one that you’d see in the mirror every morning. it makes you groan as she continues pistoning her fingers in and out of you. the oversensitivity brings you so close, but you’re too dazed out to ask for permission to cum this time. no matter, she won’t interrupt your pretty crying and the tears that stain her shirt.
her thumb furiously rubs circles on your clit, making you cry even more.
“ cum. ” the order is short and sweet, and you cum again- squirting over her lap. her fingers curl gently now, helping you ride out your high. your jaw is slack as your toes curl, and your arms lock up around her neck. your orgasm lasts for a few minutes, and she keeps her fingers inside you throughout.
langley’s thigh is soaked by the time you’re finished. she moves you off her lap gently, laying you down on the couch while standing up, watching as your squirt drips down her leg. she leans over to pat your cheek a few times.
“there’s a shower attached to this room. join me when you’re ready.”
you nod slowly, trying to regain strength in your limbs.
“perhaps i should make you grind on my boot the next time you mess up.”
cw: angell x eleven, camgirl!eleven, mastu/rbation, squi/rting, toys, actually not much to say here
A/N: ange11. twitter mutuals are the ones in chat...
angell’s eyes burn at the screen, looking through all the jobs that are listed in front of her.
‘commission: take out the gang fights at the bar by district 14’
‘commission: need someone to kill a billionaire!! urgent!!’
‘commission: can someone deliver my groceries to my door???’
angell groans as she scrolls through the list of commissions on dismyth. eyes flicking away the moment she sees any with a low payment offer. which is basically all of them. ever since she dropped off the chief of the MBCC back onto it’s doorstep, no one has been around to help her with taking the best jobs for her.
or cook red bean soup, but that’s not her number one priority.
angell turns around to look at her record player, sitting broken on her desk. she had tried to clean around after chief had been dropped off, but had haphazardly knocked her record player off the table- rendering it useless.
angell doesn’t actually need the money from her commissions to continue living- chief’s been sending her money every week, making sure her needs are met. but she needs more money to fix up her record player, and for now, has simply been listening to her favourite song on some sketchy video playing site on dismyth.
angell switches to the tab that’s playing her music, deciding to pause it. she stops the music, wanting to switch off the computer, but not before something catches her eye.
a live stream- with a pretty girl in the thumbnail, that reads, ‘Call at 3AM’. angell’s eyes flit down to the title of the livestream, which is ‘Call at 3AM: Late night ‘chat’ stream’. she once more considers closing the computer, but the stream has already piqued her interest- and besides, it’s not like she has any commissions to do right now, she can take a break, right?
angell shrugs and decides to click on the stream, not thinking much about what she would find. immediately, the video opens, and she’s greeted by the sight of that woman- eleven, if the name of the channel tells her anything- in the thumbnail. her face is red, she’s panting, and as angell’s eyes move downward, she watches her breasts move up and down as her chest heaves. before she knows it, she sees one of eleven’s hands propping her up on the bed and the other down between her thighs, thrusting a big, bright pink dildo into her-
angell hits the power button of the computer, sending it into sleep mode. she stares, dumbfounded, at her now black screen. her face rises to a bright blush, cheeks heating up as she tries to process what she just saw.
ah… that- that was…
angell can feel her head spinning. she doesn’t know what else she expected- why else would someone be up at night, streaming on the dark web?
“i- i probably shouldn’t…” angell mumbles to herself, shifting in her seat. she thinks it over for less than a minute, and with shaky hands, hits the power button on her computer again.
it’s okay to be curious, right?
angell enters her password into the computer, and it boots up again- back to the tab, where eleven was on the screen once more. she was still fucking herself, while looking at what is assumedly her own monitor. angell watches, flustered, as she watches the thick, apparently vibrating toy move in and out of eleven’s cunt. so big… doesn’t it hurt? angell thinks, watching intently as slick drips down the toy onto the bed.
eleven’s voice rings out through the silent room. “as you can, see- ah!” she moans, “that this toy is reaaaaally powerful at it’s third setting- haaaah…” she trails off, grinding down on the vibrating toy beneath her. “i haven’t felt this good in a while.” she whimpers out.
angell looks at the livestream’s chat, wondering what people comment on content like this.
‘mari: oh my god Eleven please one chance I wanna put my head between your boobs so bad and bounce on your strap please’
‘MBCCChief: ELEVEN??? This is NOT what the AV Room equipment is for!!!’
‘ty: i wanna suck on the toy when youre done…’
‘korichi: Eleven please just one taste, please 😭 ’
‘Rahu: ???’
‘Hopeless Romantic: Hey babe… I think you’re suffering from a lack of vitamin me ;)’
‘eiri: I NEED TO DO SCISSOR WITH HER SO BAD UNTIL MY LIPS FALLS OFF UNTIL THE BED BREAKS UNTIL THERE'S A NEW CHASM CREATED’
‘GanceGance: ma'am you're voice is so good I came twice already 🥵🥵🥵 ’
‘Rahu: eleven… can i visit later?’
‘CherieLuna: Rahu???’
angell stifles a laugh at the particularly lewd messages, wondering if these people think about their digital footprint.
eleven looks over at the chat, reading the comments that fly by in a flash. “oh… amber… three comments in a row already? someone must be awfully desperate tonight.”
‘amber: let me lick it up 👅👅 ’
‘amber: eleven please strap me down’
‘amber: Let me bounce on it’
“if you subscribe maybe, i’ll let you- mmm- do more than bounce on it.” eleven chuckles.
and without thinking it over too much, angell decides to send a message in the chat.
‘angell_1231: you’re really pretty’
eleven pauses grinding down on her toy, noticing angell’s message immediately. “a new viewer? haven’t seen you around before.” she says, before continuing.
angell wonders what she should type next, while watching eleven squirm on her mattress. “ah- everyone, looks like i’m already gonna cum for the first time tonight.” eleven giggles, adjusting her body slightly so that now- angell has a view of the thick toy vibrating in her soaking cunt, buzzing away in joy as her hips jolt every few seconds.
angell can’t take her eyes off the display- a world that she has personally never dipped her toes into before- so alluring and beautiful, and she can feel her throat go dry and her own core heat up at the erotic display in front of her.
“fuck- fuckfuckfuck- i-i’m cumming…” eleven moans, hilting the toy inside her as deep as possible, her slick dripping onto her thighs and on the mattress. she heaves for a while, panting while the chat goes wild at the sight.
“now, what about i let you all control the next toy?”
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it’s been one week since angell first watched eleven’s stream. she’s taken up more commissions since then, no matter how ridiculous they may seem- she wants to earn more money, after all.
it’s three in the morning once more, and angell is seated at her computer, cursor hovering over eleven’s livestream. she’s been thinking about it all week- and now that eleven is finally live, she supposes she can take some time to relax for a while. she clicks it, and once again, eleven appears on the screen, this time with her fingers pinching at her nipples.
as per usual, the chat is as crazy as ever- people interacting with her and with each other.
‘Hopeless Romantic: You and I should have a private stream… ’
‘e-dommommy: please, she’s not gonna dm someone as cringe as you’
‘Hopeless Romantic: Really? What makes you think she’ll go for someone who didn’t even say anything up till now?’
‘e-dommommy: wanna bet? hey eleven, is that your name because you’re an 11 out of 10?’
angell tears her eyes away from the little conflict happening, drifting her view to eleven’s tits instead. she can see how stiff eleven’s nipples are, every tug making her whimper a little louder.
“ oh, how i wish i had someone to play with my tits while they fuck me- look, i’ve been sitting on this this whole time-” eleven lets go of her tits to pan the camera downwards, to show her swollen cunt, stretched around another thick, but this time, glass dildo. angell squints at the screen, watching the way she can see eleven’s clit throb, and the way her pussy clenches around the toy.
it makes angell’s own core clench, and her hand fights the urge to drift below and pleasure herself too. she’s in her regular sleepwear, but the fabric of her underwear is enough to bring stimulation on her clit. she finds herself rocking back and forth on her own chair ever so slightly, getting off to the display in front of her.
“t-this one hits so- ngh, deep,” eleven whimpers out, feeling the toy hit all the right spots in her. she grabs the base of the toy and pulls it out slowly, letting the camera catch every shine of slick that it pulls from her cunt. “this is one of my favourites- it makes me cum so hard everytime i use it.” she continues, pushing it back in with shaky hands. the high-quality microphone picks up the noises that emit from her actions, filling angell’s room with the filthiest sounds.
angell’s sensitive ears pick all of the sounds up- causing her to soak into her panties- but she makes no move to touch herself. instead, she watches on as eleven’s moans rise in volume as she plunges the toy in and out of herself.
“i-i’m gonna cum- mmph! can you all see?” eleven moans, her other hand rubbing furiously at her clit now, causing her to gush over her toy. “fuck, i’m- i’m cumming-!” her words cut off, and she throws her head back- and she squirts all over the camera, the hot liquid hitting the lens and dripping off. she pushes the dildo in as hard as she can, panting and riding out her orgasm, rubbing slow circles on her clit.
angell is burning up now, feeling like she needs to take off her clothes- she’s been sweating at the sight this entire time. without thinking about it, she presses the ‘donate’ button, and decides to donate five hundred duckcoins. she can hear the ping! of the donation from the stream, and looks at eleven, who is still breathing heavily, looking at her chat.
“oh, its you, angell_1231… ah… five hundred duckcoins? thank you so much for the donation- i hope you attach a message next time, hm? flattery can get you to so many places.” eleven chuckles, and the beautiful sound makes angell blush. she simply comments an ‘okay’, to which eleven gives a thumbs up to her comment.
before she can hear eleven speak more, angell closes the tab- she doesn’t want to stay up all night watching eleven, since she has a job tomorrow. when she stands up from her chair, she becomes aware of how wet her panties are.
she supposes her shower will have to be a cold one tonight.
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it's another night at the computer. angell’s sitting at her computer once more, watching eleven's livestream. they know each other a little better now, since she’s been chatting more- plus she had asked the chief about eleven after she saw her berate her usage of professional equipment on her streams.
“maybe you can persuade eleven to stop using the AV room’s equipment.” chief grumbles, before giving angell eleven’s phone number. but all angell can do is stare at it- she doesn’t quite know what to tell eleven just yet. so she decides to watch another stream.
she chats more freely now, though all she says are just short sentences. nonetheless, eleven still acknowledges every sentence she says- and every donation she makes.
“oh angell, you don’t have to donate every single time i have an orgasm, you know.” eleven pants out, watching the notification of another five hundred duckcoins coming in from angell. “that’s the second time tonight… you should keep some money for yourself, you know.” she groans as she lifts herself up off the toy she was sitting on.
‘angell_1231: just thought that ur too pretty to let me watch this for free’
“quite the sweetheart, aren’t you.” eleven tosses the wet toy to the other side of the bed, and sits back down with a grin. “well, guess what. it seems after…” she trails off, doing the maths in her head, “that last donation, you’re entitled to a private call with me, you know.”
angell’s eyes widen, and her hands start trembling.
‘angell_1231: what’
eleven giggles when she sees her message. “so cute! you didn’t know?”
‘angell_1231: no…’
“well… just know that you can cash that in any time you want.” eleven says, and winks at the camera. before she can continue with her next part of the stream, angell’s fingers fly across the keyboard.
‘what about… now?’
eleven looks surprised for a second, before breaking out into a smile. “of course! how could i say no to my number one supporter?” she quickly hits a few buttons on her computer, and turns back to the stream. “sorry everyone… looks like the stream is ending early today… well, until next time then!” she hurriedly turns off the stream, before the rest of her audience can complain about the early end.
angell is surprised by how eager eleven had seemed to end the stream, but before she can ponder on it, a window pops up on her computer.
a video call request from eleven.
angell lets out a noise, and quickly reaches over to adjust the webcap atop her computer, so that only her body is visible. she doesn’t need to let anybody see her face, after all. she hits the ‘accept’ button, and eleven’s smiling face appears on her screen once more.
“hey! angell… is that you?” eleven’s voice rings through the room, as her eyes dart across the screen to get a better look at angell’s body.
“y-yeah…” for the first time, angell is nervous- she stutters, and she fiddles with her own fingers in her lap. “hello…”
“oh! i didn’t expect you to sound so handsome.” eleven compliments angell, causing her to flush a deep red.
“thank you…” angell trails off, not knowing what to say.
deciding to take the lead, eleven continues. “so, anything in particular you’d like for me to do for you?” she asks, wondering what a handsome woman like angell would want. when she doesn’t answer, she continues. “roleplay? ASMR? or something simple like masturb-”
“that.” angell cuts her off. “can you teach me… that?”
“ah…? teach you how to… touch yourself…?”
“y-yes… is there anything wrong with that?”
“well, it’s just that… i had expected you to be… more daring with your request… people don’t pay as much as you do to get a lesson.” eleven thinks, recalling her previous private streams.
“i’ve never had the chance to do such things… to myself… because of my lifestyle… and seeing you just got me curious- and i couldn’t help but think about what if i were to do that to myself…” angell chooses her words carefully, trying not to divulge anything about her job or life.
eleven looks surprised for a moment, but lapses back into her playful character immediately. “well then, after all that’s said and done, i couldn’t possibly be so mean as to not teach you…” eleven reaches over to her webcam and adjusts it slightly, so that the camera captures her upper and lower body. “turn your camera down too, okay?” she asks.
angell obliges, tilting her camera downward- and eleven’s view is now of angell’s chest, to her lower body sitting in her chair. she can see angell shifting uncomfortably in her seat, and tries to help her relax.
“relax for me, okay? this will feel better when you let yourself focus on it.” eleven assures her. angell chokes out a stiff ‘okay’. “why don’t you start by taking off your panties? i can already see you soaking through them, you know.” eleven chuckles.
angell looks down in embarrassment, having completely forgotten that she had only been wearing a t-shirt and panties- knowing she’d be taking a cold bath in the early morning. she flushes a deep red, but pushes her panties off her legs instead, revealing her already wet core. she attempts to hide herself, but eleven puts a stop to that.
“don’t hide yourself, i think you’re really pretty down there.” eleven whispers into the microphone. angell moves her hands hesitantly, spreading her legs a little wider. “you’re already wet, hm? my stream turned you on so much?”
“o- of course… it does every time i watch you.” angell admits. that’s something else eleven didn’t expect- if anything, she had assumed that angell’s compliments were just her way of trying to get into her (figurative) pants, but seeing the nervous woman on her screen now made her realise that her short, often lacking-in-emotion comments were just the way angell was.
now it’s eleven’s turn to blush, not expecting this turn of events. “w-well, this display is turning me on all the same too.” she mutters, but loud enough for angell’s sensitive ears to hear it. angell pretends like she doesn’t, though, and tosses her panties to the other side of the room.
“now what?”
“start with touching your clit.” eleven instructs, demonstrating it on herself. she ghosts her fingers over her clit, letting out little whimpers as she does- the slick from her previous orgasm on stream helped with lubricating her movements.
angell tries to mirror her movements- gathering slick from her own cunt to rub gently over her own core. due to her heightened senses, the feeling of simply a single stroke over her clit makes her jolt upwards in her chair, letting out a high-pitched moan that resonates throughout the room.
eleven is surprised by angell’s sensitivity, and thinks that it will make this more enjoyable for both of them.”does it feel good? just a few touches down there already have you letting out pretty sounds.” she whispers huskily into the microphone, watching the way angell’s fingers twitch at her words.
“y-yeah… feels different.” angell pants.
this piques eleven’s interest. “oh? different from what?”
“ah… “ angell pauses, and hesitates. “from the way my underwear feel against my clit.” she moans out.
“have you… ever cum from that?” eleven questions, wanting to know the extent of angell’s experience with pleasure. the revelation of angell’s innocence in this aspect is turning her on, and she strokes her own clit faster.
“no… never… not enough…” angell huffs out. her middle finger is more daring now, stroking her bud gently. the rough pad of her finger adds extra stimulation, making her hips jerk forward ever so slightly in her chair.
eleven smiles. “well, this will be so, so much better than your silly panties.” she coos, spurring on angell to rub her clit a little bit faster. her legs spread wider instinctually, letting eleven have a better view of her pussy. “use two fingers now, okay? how many times did you try to get off against your underwear?”
“every- ah! stream…” angell whimpers, listening to eleven’s instructions.
“you should let more of that emotion slip everytime you comment in my stream after this, okay? let me know that you’re getting off to me fucking myself.” eleven presses, as she can see how angell speeds up her movements, and the way more slick drips from her cunt.
eleven’s words are almost pushing angell over the edge, but eleven doesn’t want to stop everything here. “are you gonna cum for me? already?”
angell nods desperately. “mhm, so quickly-” she cuts herself off with a moan, and rubs faster. “gonna c-cum already.” she stutters out. eleven takes her own fingers off her pussy first, preparing herself to deny angell.
eleven smirks. “hmm… not yet. take your fingers off.” angell doesn’t know why, but she listens to eleven- denying her own orgasm. her hips buck gently into the air, trying to chase the orgasm that she took away from herself. “good. i’ll teach you something more pleasurable, okay?”
angell nods with a whimper, ignoring the urge to continue getting herself off. she watches her screen as eleven shows her wet fingers to the camera, before dipping them down to her entrance. angell gulps down as she sees the tip of eleven’s finger dip ever so slightly inside- she finds her own hand trying doing the same.
“that’s it, take your time with it, okay? do what makes you feel comfortable.” eleven says, watching angell’s clumsy movements. angell nods, and when eleven puts her singular middle finger in, just a little, she follows suit- the warmth of her own insides making her shift in her seat.
“feels… strange…” angell huffs out.
“you need to get used to it, after all.” eleven hums, starting to thrust her own finger shallowly inside herself. angell watches, and mimics.
after a while, she gets used to the sensation of something inside her- her thrusts get deeper, and she’s accustomed to having her finger inside her- up to the second knuckle. eleven watches, and moans in approval, letting angell know that she’s proud of her.
“this is my favourite trick. i love to push my fingers as deep as they can go- “ eleven moans while pushing her fingers all the way in, “and curl them up just a little- and fuck myself just like that.” she starts pumping in and out of herself, the squelching noises from her pussy now awfully audible to angell’s flushed ears.
angell looks at eleven’s face, contorted in pleasure, and does the same. the feeling of her fingertip pushing up against her walls is a new, better sensation than simply thrusting her straightened finger inside her- and her moans rise in volume in tandem with eleven’s.
“feels so much- ngh!- better!” angell chokes out, already getting close to the orgasm she was denied just now. she can feel her walls clenching around her finger, the pulsations of her cunt driving her to fuck herself faster.
“rub your clit with your other hand.” eleven instructs, doing the same on herself. their moans grow to a fever pitch, both of them gushing more at the sight of each other getting off. the moment angell’s other hand touches her clit, she lets out a little scream, her oversensitivity nearly pushing her over the edge immediately.
“ah…” eleven groans, getting close to her own orgasm. “angell, baby, cum with me okay? have your first- oh!- orgasm together with me.” she whines.
angell, too overwhelmed with pleasure, simply nods in acknowledgement. she speeds up the motion of her hands, mirroring the quick pace that eleven is going at now. together, their noises match each other and rise to a crescendo until- both of them cum over their fingers, slick gushing out and dripping onto the fabric below them.
angell, having never experienced such sensation in her life, is overwhelmed quickly- her eyes roll back in her head, and her legs straighten under her desk, and her toes point- and eleven takes in the sight of angell, in all her glory, letting go.
angell rides out her orgasm, her fingers slowing down, eventually coming to a complete stop. boneless, she leans back on her chair, too hazy to take her hands off her cunt. now, only the sounds of her heavy breathing and eleven’s panting fill the room, and it takes a while before any of them say anything,
“so… was that everything you expected it to be?” eleven asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“it was… better than i expected…” angell says, still dazed out on her chair.
eleven lets out a giggle. “looks like you enjoyed it? i did too.”
“really…?” angell blushes.
“like you wouldn’t imagine. in fact… i enjoyed it so much that i’ll give you another private session on the house, hm? i can teach you so much more.” eleven whispers, before giving angell another wink.
angell smiles, though she knows eleven can’t see it. “sure,” she answers.
“then…” eleven leans into the microphone and whispers sexily, “i’ll see you at another three AM.” she giggles after, and ends the video call without letting angell respond, leaving her on a cliffhanger.
angell stares at her computer screen, before tossing her head back and lying in the silence. the slick on her hands is drying now, and she supposes that she can take a shower after she lies there for a little while more- a warm one this time.
perhaps the chief would let me visit the bureau some time?
✧ “come closer… let me hear your breaths closely…” she asked of you as you obliged, lying down closer next to her on the warm and soft sheets. it was silent for a moment, a comfortable, loving silence. she whispers; “oh…. you sound just like a kitten”
✧ you look up at her with your reddening face, seeing her soft expression made you even more embarrassed, and so you buried your flustered expression into the crook of her neck swiftly.
✧ all she could do was embrace you and coo sweet nothings into your ear…. she would have never expected see the chief in such a state, but she definitely wouldn’t have it any different.
spreading the garodela gospel. i love the idea of two old women taking care of each other
cw: none. only fluff,,,,,,,,,,
a/n: they make me cry
snip, snip, snip.
the sound of the scissors resound in the quiet salon. the owner is focused, clipping up and cutting down her client’s hair.
an everyday practice for adela.
her clients, usually, are talking about their troubles. but perhaps today is not as usual as the rest.
“miss adela, have you heard?” adela’s client shifts their topic, all of a sudden.
adela hums. “hm?” she waits for a response.
“the shophouse next to you. someone’s moving in today.” the girl in the chair talks excitedly. “what do you think they look like? where did they come from? oh, i wanna meet them when they arrive!”
adela nods along, motions visible in the mirror. she wonders too, of course, but reserves her questions for the time being. but her client doesn’t catch the way her eyes flit to look outside the window of her cosy shop- she wants to meet the new person too.
and there she sees it. out of the corner of her eye- a woman with purple hair, outside her shop. she’s looking around, presumably trying to find her new home.
and then, her eyes settle on adela’s shop. they drift from the sign, to the glass, and finally, adela herself. but before they can lock eyes, adela quickly looks back at her client- she doesn’t want to be caught staring.
“-you think they came here for? gosh, hopefully they arrive before i have to start on dinner!” her customer finishes rambling.
adela takes a few seconds to respond. “...i hope i see them, too.”
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“thank you miss adela! i’ll see you in a couple of months!” the girl waves goodbye to her, bell clinking as she leaves the shop. adela smiles and waves back. just as the door closes, the belltower rings.
6pm, she thinks. time to clean up.
she first moves to clean up the tea off her counter.
…mm. there’s still some left over.
perhaps a cup of tea is enough to greet her neighbour.
cup steady in her hands, adela leaves the salon. she walks over to the shophouse next to hers, and peers in the same, glass windows that her own shophouse has. there she sees her- the beautiful woman, inside, pulling clothing out of a suitcase.
a new neighbour, adela smiles. the shophouse has been empty for ages. she pushes the door open. without even missing a beat, the woman turns sharply to face her, with incredible reflex. her eyes are wary at first, but she recognizes her- the hairdresser next door- and loosens up just a bit.
“hello there.” adela starts, with a smile. “i heard someone was moving in today. that’s you, i assume.”
the smile is returned. “that’s me. moved from somewhere near 5th avenue. here to set up my tailoring business” she puts down the fabric she held in her hands. “i saw you. you’re the hairdresser next door, yes?”
adela nods. she moves forward to hand the cup of tea to the woman’s now free hands. “for you. figured you’d want something to drink after travelling here.”
“i appreciate it.” the woman accepts it gratefully. “my name is garofano.”
“i’m adela.”
pretty name, both of them thinks, but neither of them let it show on their faces.
“thank you for the tea, adela.” garofano giggles.
“you can return that back to me tomorrow- i’m sure you’d like to rest now.”
garofano hums in agreement. “indeed. perhaps you’d like to come over tomorrow instead? i’d love to get to know more about the neighbourhood.”
the invitation is warm- like a bright light in the fog.
adela agrees.
perhaps this is a new mundanity she could get used to.
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adela finds herself standing in front of garofano’s shophouse. just for the teacup, she thinks. that is, until she sees the warm smile through the window. she goes in.
garofano is humming something, a tune unfamiliar, while moving fabrics around. the creaking of the door makes her turn her head.
“adela! you’re here.” garofano beams. “is your work day over? how would you like to spend more time here?” she’s bustling around the shophouse, moving supplies here and there. “as you can see, i still have a lot of work before my shop is set up- i’d love a little company.”
adela agrees, without hesitation (much to her surprise), and soon finds herself rearranging needles in a container. she glances back, every so once in a while, to observe the older woman arranging furniture. a certain feeling blooms in her heart- she’s not quite sure what it is- but she figures that it’s all part of the new mundanity.
they exchange little conversation, accompanying each other in a comfortable silence, occasionally broken by garofano’s humming. both of them move about, but there’s only so much work that can be completed in a day.
the sky outside is dotted with stars when they decide to rest for the day, laying on garofano’s couch conveniently in front of the windows. adela’s brought over tea once again, steam rising in front of their faces as they sit next to each other under the calming moonlight.
they’re close to each other- so close, their shoulders are almost touching, but adela doesn’t dare move closer, though her heart tells her to do so.
“i wonder, what will life here be like?” garofano giggles, staring up at the sky. “it’s been such a long time since i’ve had the time to relax like this."
adela nods, following the conversation. “well, i do quite hope you enjoy your time here… perhaps, the belltower will be the only thing disturbing your relaxation.” she teases lightly, earning a laugh from the older woman.
“it wouldn’t, for the most part. after all, when it rings six times, that’s when i know that you’re free to come over.”
it’s a subtle comment, sure, but lights a certain spark in the fog nonetheless. adela lets out the palest blush, thankful that garofano doesn’t turn her head to witness it.
by the end of the night, adela bids garofano a goodbye, and a goodnight. she stays outside the shop until she sees her disappear into the back.
she goes to bed that night, with her worries set aside. she’ll get used to the change in her schedule- she’ll look forward to the booming of the belltower at 6 PM. and the fog lifts, just a little more.
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