“You good, baby?” Ellie asked as she eased the head of the strap against your soaked entrance, not pushing inside yet just to let you know that she was about to.
You nodded, “yeah, just a little nervous, I’ve never done this before,” your hands held her shoulders, “but I’m ready for you, Els…”
“You sure?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
She pushed her hips forward. The silicone toy went inside all the way, filling up your tight virgin cunt and warning a soft mewl from you. Your grip on her increased, nails digging into her shoulders.
“O-oh, els, that’s… that’s a lot.”
Your eyes clenched close as Ellie kissed your forehead soothingly. The strap wasn’t abnormally big but it was big enough to make it sting. Moreover, you were a virgin and at most you’d only fucked yourself with your fingers.
“I know, baby, but you’re gonna take it f’me, right?”
“Y-yes…”
“Good girl, that’s my good girl,” Ellie said, driving her hips forward as she ground her strap deep inside you, letting the texture of her strap make you whine louder.
“Ellie, oh, you fuck so good.”
“Yeah, baby? Does it still hurt?”
Your cheeks tinted red. “Yeah… I think I like it…”
Ellie eats you out religiously, it’s something that she has a mild obsession with and you find it funny, because although you both have been on three dates so far, whenever you’ve had sex with her—clothes always stayed on. Well, at least yours.
Your skirt bunches around your waist as Ellie pushes your legs apart and devours your dripping pussy, she’s so lost in it she doesn’t even care when it trickles down her chin, leaving her with a smear of your cum on her face.
“You’re—you taste so good.” She takes a moment to say before burying her face back in your pussy.
It’s been like this for a while now and you’re starting to think she probably doesn’t have a single clue about the studs resting on your nipples—piercings. Piercings you’ve teased her about before on your first date but assuming she thought it’s a joke because she never ended up asking you about it, you didn’t ever bother bringing it up either.
But now that you’re laid on her bed with her head buried between your legs, you’re wondering about it again.
“I bet you’ve forgotten about the piercings.” You say, voice a little husky.
Ellie’s head instantly perks up.
She’s a sucker for piercings and ink and you know that. You plan to take full advantage of that as well.
“Really? Oh my god, I thought you were joking—”
“You’re not seeing them anytime soon.”
The moment you say that she pouts as if that alone will solve all the problems in the world. You smirk, enjoying the utter look of disappointment in her pretty eyes.
“But I guess… I can show you them if you can make me cum under a minute.”
Ellie’s face brightens instantly and she smiles wide, “challenge accepted.”
You’re ready for everything except for what she had in mind.
Two fingers and tongue; her fingers push inside you, scissoring motions to stretch you out as she licks around your clit. You’re sensitive from the eating out she’d already given you and the way she teases your clit now isn’t helping. Your nerves are overstimulated and every breath comes shaky.
Hands tangled into the sheets as your legs close around her thighs, suffocating her in the musky scent of you. Ellie doesn’t move, she’s exactly where she wants to be in life and at that moment, not even a million dollars could pry her out from between your legs.
You’re staring with your eyes forcefully pushed open, the clock ticks. One minute—you’d said. 30 seconds passed, you’re nowhere close. Ellie’s getting desperate. Her tongue pressed flat, licks around, shoves in her besides her tongue.
You’re determined to hold back but that’s when she does it—her finger curls, tips rubbing against your sweet spot and the moment she does so—you break.
The sound that you make is humiliating, your pride is bruised but a promise is a promise so… the top finally comes off and what Ellie sees leaves her so shocked that it doesn’t even take her a second to latch onto your nipple. Her mouth is pressed against your skin, lips around the nipple as she sucks the pierced nub.
“Mmmm!”
She sounds like she’s having the meal of her life, like it can compare to the taste of your cunt. Your hand holds her hand, fingers lacing through her hair.
“There you go, you’re so starved for me. It’s so cute.”
Ellie’s cheeks get red and she mumbles something like “I’m not cute” but you don’t really care. You know damn well she’s the cutest thing on the planet, whether she likes it or not.
sevika is teaching you how to finger-fuck yourself !!
Sevika is aware of how you haven’t really ever fingered yourself. Every time you’ve made yourself cum before her, you had rubbed your clit until you eventually came from that but now that you’re dating Sevika and Sevika likes the idea of watching you fingering yourself, she decides she’s gonna teach you how to do it.
You’re sitting on the bed with your legs spread out and Sevika’s seated behind you, her hand on yours as she guides your palm over your warm, wet pussy. She uses your hand down rub and strokes the outside as she places careful kisses around the nape of your neck. She treats you like you’re something precious and that makes you want to do everything for her happiness, no questions asked.
“That’s my beautiful bunny.”
You feel her hand guiding two of your fingers to your entrance. She presses them there before slowly letting them sink inside. It earns a small whine from you. The penetration isn’t much but you’ve never done this weird so the embarrassment of having your older girlfriend guide you to do this already has you wet.
“That’s it, baby, come on, put them in.”
You finally push inside the entire length of your two digits. The pleasure isn’t much, but that’s because you haven’t even positioned them right yet. Sevika kisses your shoulder and whispers, “curl them, sweetheart.”
You do, and your thighs almost close. Sevika holds them apart using her other hand.
getting fucked so good by boxer!vi after a match that you have to be princess-carried out later ;; strap rough piss kink cnc/noncon ?
vi, your sweet gentle girlfriend, with the iron-firm fists… where does all her pent up anger go when she doesn’t have anywhere to put it? where does all the adrenaline go? obviously she needs to have some way of cooling down and letting off steam. you’re too kind for your own good. you offer up your holes like the good girlfriend you are.
she fucks you relentlessly, so much so you can hear the wet sound of the strap squelching in and out of your pussy, going schlik schlik schlik! with every other hard thrust in. your cervix almost hurt from how roughly she’d been bullying her strap-head into your body. “vi, no! n-no, i cant!” your stupidly sweet cries fall on deaf ears because shes not done taking what she wants, your body is wrapped around her silicone dick so tightly she’s almost convinced that you’re enjoying this a little too much.
she presses you to the wall, your back against the cold wall for the bathroom as your pussy drools around her dick. your eyes roll back as she hooks your thighs around her hips, fucking into you like you owe her something. “vi, vi! baby, it’s so much, m-my tummy feels weird!” you try again but she’s too far gone. your hands clasp at the front of her shirt and before you know it— you pee.
it’s embarrassing, and what’s more embarrassing is that vi never stops fucking you.
She’s not easy to hold down and spank, she squirms so much that you have to hold a lot of patience in your heart if you actually want to discipline her
Hand swatting doesn’t work on her. Bring out the paddle, please
Hates admitting how much every swat (of whatever object you use to spank them) stings and hurts afterwards
Absolutely revels in aftercare
- sevika, ambessa, grayson, cassandra, abby, jinx
Biggest whining puppy in the whole universe
Crying and begging you to slow down by the third swat on the butt
Genuinely can’t wait for the aftercare that awaits them after the rough spanking
Might even cum from the spanking because of how much of a masochist she is deep down
sevika is sick, please baby her, she hasn’t been taken care of like this ever
Sevika, a woman who barely ever got sick, refused to accept that she had to be in bed when she had a bad fever. She could have a fever of 102⁰F and she’d still be running about getting things done. Suddenly, she remembered about the leaking sink whereas when you’d complained about that all month which even led to a mini fight only a few weeks ago, she didn’t seem to remember to fix it. But now that you got back from home, you’re met with Sevika who was squatting next to the kitchen sink, tools laid out beside her.
“Sev, you’re not supposed to be doing whatever this is.” You said, voice stern, knowing that this was the only way she ever listened.
Sevika looked up, and grumbled, “the sink isn’t going to fix itself.”
You sighed, weakly pulling at her flesh arm, “c’mon, baby, back to bed.”
“I’m not some fragile thing that needs babying.” Sevika said defensively.
You stood there and slowly crossed your arms. “I never said you were.”
Silence prevailed between you both before Sevika finally got up with a huff.
She swayed a little, dizzy, but you quickly dropped your grocery bags and stabilised her, one hand on her chest and one on her shoulder, “see, you’re not weak, okay? You’re just sick. Now come on, big girl. Off to bed.”
Sevika made another huffing sound but didn’t verbally comment as you guided her to the bedroom. Once she climbed in, you tucked her into the blanket and sat at the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under your weight. The room was dimly lit by the neon lighting of Zaun that escaped the cheap curtains on the wall.
“I got you some medicine, okay? So you can heal better.”
Sevika looked at you, confused, frowning, “medicine? In Zaun?”
You smiled, faint and a little strained, yet loving nevertheless, “no, I went to some high-end pharma at Topside.”
Silence again as the weight of your words settled in. Sevika opened her mouth, then closed it again, not knowing if this was some sick joke.
“Oh… but why? Babe, you don’t make a lot and—”
“It’s for you,” you cut in, “and that makes every penny worth it.”
Sevika felt warm. Not because of the fever. But because this was the first time she’d ever been loved so purely.
content: spanking (with both objects and hands mentioned !) , mild fingering , manhandling , a little cnc , condescension in speech
Every time the hand came down, you visibly trembled because of how the slaps stung. Your bottom was painted with red handprints, decorated by some areas being more saturated than the others.
“Does that hurt too much, darling? Maybe you should have just listened to me then, right?”
The voice was condescending, and that made your pussy clench. Every time it did, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. That only added to your humiliation.
- caitlyn, cassandra, mel, dina
It couldn’t get any worse from this. Every time her hand came down to smack your ass, your cheeks jiggled softly and they took advantage of your slightly spread out legs to push two of her fingers knuckles-deep in your tight cunt.
You gasped and whined, trying to break free from the brutal fingering they gave you, alternating it with the spanking, but they were much stronger than you—easily holding you in place.
“Hold still… or you’ll be here a while, sweetheart.”
- sevika, ambessa, abby
She rarely used her hand to spank you.
She liked using anything else that wasn’t her hand because you were so dear to her that the idea of hitting your ass with her hand made her a little uncomfortable so here you were propped over her lap, belt/hairbrush/paddle hitting your ass.
Every spanking made your body jerk with shock, a tiny sound of pain leaving you. You knew your sounds only egged your partner on more. “Fuck, you look so good bent over, my pretty girl.”
content: spanking (with both objects and hands mentioned !) , mild fingering , manhandling , a little cnc , condescension in speech
Every time the hand came down, you visibly trembled because of how the slaps stung. Your bottom was painted with red handprints, decorated by some areas being more saturated than the others.
“Does that hurt too much, darling? Maybe you should have just listened to me then, right?”
The voice was condescending, and that made your pussy clench. Every time it did, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. That only added to your humiliation.
- caitlyn, cassandra, mel, dina
It couldn’t get any worse from this. Every time her hand came down to smack your ass, your cheeks jiggled softly and they took advantage of your slightly spread out legs to push two of her fingers knuckles-deep in your tight cunt.
You gasped and whined, trying to break free from the brutal fingering they gave you, alternating it with the spanking, but they were much stronger than you—easily holding you in place.
“Hold still… or you’ll be here a while, sweetheart.”
- sevika, ambessa, abby
She rarely used her hand to spank you.
She liked using anything else that wasn’t her hand because you were so dear to her that the idea of hitting your ass with her hand made her a little uncomfortable so here you were propped over her lap, belt/hairbrush/paddle hitting your ass.
Every spanking made your body jerk with shock, a tiny sound of pain leaving you. You knew your sounds only egged your partner on more. “Fuck, you look so good bent over, my pretty girl.”
Fluff, subtle spanking, pranks, slightly suggestive, featuring Sevika, Ambessa, Vi, and Grayson. I need to write more Grayson she’s genuinely the loml
Have this while I work on requests
Sevika
“Hey Vi can you-oh, I mean Sevika, can you pass me the pepper please?”
At first she doesn’t say anything. Her eyebrows raise, lips pursing, eyes narrowing with a stroke of a warning making itself known in the maelstrom of her grey irises.
“Vi, pass me the pepper.” You repeated quicker this time—hand outstretched in expectation without you even acknowledging her.
Sevika moves slowly. She doesn’t pick up the pepper, in fact, she crosses her arms in retaliation and leans against the counter with a perched eyebrow striking higher.
You tried not to snicker, a moment of your lips quivering with unheard laughter as you glanced towards her with faux exasperation.
“Why are you not giving me the pepper baby-”
“You’re on thin ice.”
You rolled your eyes, a motion she caught clearly when you moved aside to her, adjacent against the marble counter splattered with cut pieces of vegetables.
“Fine. I’ll get it myself, Violet.” Your fingers pried onto the bottle only for thick, brown fingers to snatch it out under your grasp.
“Sevika-”
“So now you wanna call me by my name, huh, sweetheart?” She takes a step closer to you, the pepper thumping harshly against the counter as her arms entrap you between her and the counter.
“Do I look like that pathetic red-head to you?”
Your lips meshed as if confusion had struck over you whole. The audacity you had to even look bashful and exasperated at the same time left the feelings gnawing at Sevika’s nerves like vengeful mites.
“What are you talking about?” You furrowed your eyebrows, creasing the space between them. “Are you okay?” You gave her a look up and down, an act that was about to wear off real soon. “It must’ve been a mistake don’t look at me like that, you know things slip my mind.”
You tutted, turning around to grasp onto another seasoning before arms the size of trunks of trees wrapped around your waist—a moment of stability before you were swung over Sevika’s shoulder.
“I-what are you doing? The pan is still on—”
Smack.
All air bubbling itself inside of your throat, ready for an exhale quitted as her hand came down onto the base of your ass, and even through clothes it left a sting aching there.
“I’m making sure you don’t forget my name, love.” She gruffed out, footsteps clashing against the ground as the sizzling of the food became an echo of distance when she walked off into your room.
Vi
“Sevika you can’t cut it like that.” You laughed, letting the words slip so naturally they nearly didn’t register in Vi’s mind…until you said it again.
“What? I’m cutting them just right, princess.” Even if she didn’t fully hear you above the gust of steam travelling through the kitchen like smoke, her body stiffened in response like it was a seperate living organism that heard a title it didn’t claim.
“No you’re not, Sevika.”
The knife slowed in Vi’s palm as she sent you a glance. Her blue eyes flashed with confusion and annoyence wrapped up all in one iris like a collage of feelings.
“Wait-hold on, did you just call me Sevika—and twice?”
“No…I said Vi?”
“No you said Sevika.” Vi said with more insistence, placing down the knife and sending you a playful glare with a strained smile coaxing on her face. “Why’re you callin’ me Sevika?”
“I’m not calling you Sevika, Sevika.” The words hung in the air pungent in stained Paprika and hefty sauces that didn’t leave no matter the ventilation.
“You just did it again!” She chucked the knife down aimlessly, immediately raising an eyebrow towards you.
“No I didn’t!”
She smirked. “Okay caitlyn. If I’m not cutting it right, you do it.” She leaned back, hands pressing down against the counter behind her.
“Caitlyn?” You sucked up a harsh, deep breathe—genuine annoyance floating throughout you. You turned around with your lips pursing, the irony of it all left Vi snickering quietly to herself while you grumbled in the corner of the kitchen. “Can’t believe you, Sevika.”
“Whatever you say, caitlyn.”
The handle you were gripping became suffocated under your grasp, your eyes glaring at like an incoming missile ready to eject from base.
“Okay, Sevika.”
“Okay, caitlyn.”
“Shut up, Vi.” You sent her another pointed glare, and Vi rolled back her shoulders.
“There it is. The jokes write themselves don’t them babe?”
Ambessa
“Caitlyn baby, do you think this tastes good enough?” You turn with a bowel in your hand, facing Ambessa who merely didn’t react at all to your presence.
A beat passed.
“Caitlyn?”
“You should regard me by my name if you wish to get my attention, dear.”
You groaned, eyes rolling as you walked over towards her with a little smile.
“Nothing gets through you, does it?” The grasp on the bowel was enough to make the heat filter through to the tips of your fingers, a generous amount of torridness that left them feeling warm.
She didn’t respond.
You sighed. “Ambessa.”
“Yes, darling?”
“Finally.” You sat down next to her imposing figure—her eyes rolling over to your sweet face as you smiled up at her. “Try some, caitlyn?”
Her fingers snapped closed around your chin, nearly fumbling the bowel over yourself as you let it sit sturdy against your palms.
“Do I need to remind you who you’re regarding?”
Her grip was like a lock, while she had thrown away the key. You either came out of this unscathed or you were sure you were in for a long night.
“No,” You gulped, but her gaze turned adamant in expectation. “Ambessa…”
“Good.” She mindlessly took the bowel from your hand, taking a taste in the process. “Just how I always like it, my love.”
Grayson
Grayson’s hands are still on your body, arms enveloped in a behind-embrace as she peppered warm kisses against your neck, urging a quiet noise to dissipate into the air around you.
The environment was warm, cozy—a match lit against that rough, striking strip like Grayson’s low, raspy voice where her accent shone through. You were in the middle of chopping up vegetables, the lights glowing a stamp of gold above you.
“I missed you.” She spoke with such sincerity, an unspoken need you were about to ruin as your eyes fluttered close in half-amused silent laughter in your mind.
“I missed you too, vander.”
Her travelling hands paused for a moment, unslinking from around you as she looked around the house for a moment before landing back onto you.
“Vander?” She said his name like she had to choke it out with force, eyebrows shooting up. “Did you just call me vander?”
You tried to bury the twinge of guilt you felt—Grayson was a sweetheart, you adored her, and you looked over your shoulder to see her expression twisted in confusion and a little bit of hurt.
That was enough to make you fold.
“My love it was just a joke,” you drifted over towards her, hands falling over her shoulder’s as you let a sheepish grin take over your face. “I’m sorry I thought it’d be funny.”
Relief took over her face, the sherif rolling her eyes as she reluctantly placed her grip onto you.
“You’re a pain.” She said, voice gruff and heavy like dragging metal against the ground.
“Let me make it up to you?” You bit your bottom lip, fingers dancing on her uniforms-belt as it clanked beneath your touch.
Her grey eyes narrowed dangerously, her thumb circling around your skin as she let out a bated breath.
“You’re always too eager, sweetheart.” And by the time she had said that, you had already fell down to your knees, the belt having your undivided attention as you undid it.