Devil Is A Babygirl. 6
Part 6 | Honey (fin) Part 1 | Checkmate Part 2 | Whatever You Tell Me To Do Part 3 | What's The Safe Word? Part 4 | Are You Leading Or Am I? Part 5 | Obedience Reader x Kathryn Hahn AU Babygirl x Devil Wears Prada-coded Summary: AU! Upon landing a job at prestigious Renaissance magazine, you find yourself the assistant to powerful and sophisticated CEO and editor-in-chief Kathryn Hahn. Sounds risky and challenging, but the tables turn as you become closer. Sometimes it's hard to tell which one is the real devil.
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: NSFW 18+, dominance, submission, legal age gap, dirty talk, pet names, breast fetish, glasses/shoes fetish, lap dance, butt stuff, double penetration, binding, fingering, oral, stuff I cannot put into words tbh top-bottom Reader x top-bottom Kathryn switcheroooooo tagging @wlwfanfictionss @milflovers4 @calexinred
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Kathryn exits the dark room, smoothly making her way toward the main hall, with her chin proudly raised and a casual expression on her face—a Hollywood smile, always camera-ready, effortlessly chic, making a statement with her supposedly negligent appearance (now, perhaps too negligent, but she's still serving), but charming and friendly with everyone, and by “everyone” you mean the few guests who are still lucid and not hiding in the corners of the bathroom sharing cocaine lanes. But that's enough socializing for today—Kathryn bids them a brief farewell and, without a hitch, hurries outside to call her driver, instructing him to pick you both up and help you get vanished as soon as possible.
You appear in the lounge a few minutes later, as agreed, and rush to the exit sneaking in the shadows. Avoiding photographers and nosy guys, who have the nerve to stare at you—your naked breasts in Rick Owen’s transparent top, to be precise—you manage to escape from the club and get in the car. Well, some people just wanna watch the world burn.
At last, you're both in safety, driving along the Seine, pulling over beside Kathryn's house with the chimeras.
‘Y/N, I haven’t asked before, but do you mind? I’ll give you some…samples for tomorrow.’ Kathryn tilts her head, inviting you to her place, but she is careful to be discreet in the presence of the driver. Just in case, you assume.
‘Sorry, I think I need to get some sleep. Like a real one,’ you sigh, trying to keep it professional as if you didn’t fuck her like a whore half an hour ago. ‘Is that okay with you? I’ll call you first thing in the morning, Kathryn.’
‘Good,’ she says, trying to stay calm and unruffled, but you notice a slight twitching of her lips as a sign of concern and rather disappointment.
She gives the tomorrow’s itinerary to the driver with the coldest possible tone and gets out of the car. You lean against the window and close your eyes, waiting for the engine to start, trying not to look at Kathryn's back, drifting slowly into the distance. You would have gone with her—oh how badly you wanted to—but it was part of the game, and you were bound by the rules you made yourself, and you had to stick to them just to keep the thrill alive. Even if she's going to be mad at you. And she definitely would be.
***
When you finally get home and make it to the pillow in your bed, you pick up your phone and send her a text:
can’t stop thinking about your ‘samples’
She reads it in a few seconds, but doesn’t reply.
Okay, tough cookie, how about this.
still smell your pussy on my fingers
‘Read’, again.
what r u wearing
…
You wait. She’s typing. She stops typing.
show me
In a couple of minutes she sends you a text and your cunt instinctively squeezes, reacting to the picture of her boobs, naked and glowing under a warm light of the nigh-lamp. All of a sudden, the sleep is gone.
so fucking beautiful
…
u mad?
FUCK YOU!
I’m sorry
😒😒😒😒🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 💣💣💣💥💥💥💥💥💥
haven’t I fucked u enough?
You have :)
so?
I haven’t fucked YOU enough
u will
…
tell me how u do it
I’ll eat you out
go on
I’ll tie you up and fuck you as long as I want
good
I’ll fuck your butt
yeah
Your both holes
mm, love that
…
🍑💦✌️👅🙇
You’re an idiot!
y?
Mommy could be fucking you right now
I know
Why did you go??
I’m an idiot
You’re my idiot :)
that’s correct
Good night, 🍯
night, babygirl
And wash your hands!!!
🫡 Mommy
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Fashion Week is finally coming to an end, you're nearly exhausted, and the only thing keeping you alive today is Kathryn's presence and your tantalizing innuendos. You’re seating in front of the Louvre pyramid, waiting for the show to begin. To the beat of Blondie “Call Me,” the noise dies down, and Vivian Westwood models in red plaid suits and kilts with heavy chains rapidly stream down the line—the show was intentionally envisioned in the common area, so many are trying to sneak in. Things get a little chaotic, but the performance is fused with the surrounding mess and the perfect soundtrack—the collection adds a fucking edge to the top of punk fashion.
Another thing that adds the thrill is Kathryn’s suit with a leather tie and her flawless face framed by horn-rimmed PRADA glasses. She's sitting with her legs crossed, and you give the occasional sneak peek to her ankles—she’s rocking eye-catching BALENCIAGA pumps adorned with pointed metal spikes resembling the Wartenberg wheel thorns. Goodness, she looks excellent. It stirs something within you, and you've got ideas coming to your head.
And of course she knows you're staring at her; every now and then she wiggles her leg seductively but doesn't take her eyes off the catwalk. You have the hardest job in the world, and you try your best to keep your cool and calm, at least for the paparazzi, but surely the blush on your face betrays your lecherous, unforgivable thoughts.
After the show there’s another social event for the press, but this time short. Thank god. Everyone’s in a hurry to publish photos and articles, and you manage your Renaissance team to do it first and best. You’re unusually focused and quick minded, hooked up on Kathryn’s amphetamines, figuratively speaking. Can’t wait for the day to be over, to finally let Mommy fuck the shit out of you.
The press wall is your final trial of the today, where she offers her trademark smile to anyone seeking her blessing beneath the flashing lights. For a fleeting moment, she lingers beside you and smirks, barely noticeable; soon after, you sense her hand softly brushing against your tailbone. Bold girl…
*** ‘On you knees,’
The first thing she says as soon as you get to her apartment and the front door closes behind you. You haven’t even taken a breather or your shoes off. That tickles your fancy to the core.
Kathryn approaches you, peering down at you from above with the most feral and powerful expression. Such a big strong tower, a stunning Iron Lady she is.
You look down at her gorgeous feet, admiring those pointy, provocative stilettos. You're visited by strange thoughts you've never had before. How things would be if she bossed you around, if she did whatever she wanted and even hurt you a little. So strange, so out of character for you, yet it is true, and you dream of it all, gazing intently at her spikes. Just the mere sight of her ankles turns you on so much. Besides, deep down you know that you deserve to be punished for your past misbehavior.
‘Come to Mommy,’ she chants it like it's an incantation, and you dutifully follow her to the living room, crawling on all fours.
With a slight wave of her hand, Kathryn turns on the music and sinks into a dark green velvet armchair. Cigarettes After Sex “Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby” plays softly through the acoustics, which look more like high-end modern art columns made of wood.
You move closer, staying beneath her knees, waiting for the next command. She leans over and raises your chin to look you in the eye, then smiles suspiciously and strokes your lower lip with her thumb. When you’re about to suck on it, she suddenly pulls back.
‘Let’s keep things slow, shall we?’ Kathryn caresses your hair tenderly, her fingers sliding to your cheeks, as you relish her warmth, experiencing tingles throughout your body.
‘Your hands are so soft,’ you whisper and close your eyes of the purest delight.
‘I want you to…’ she husks in her low voice, savoring the moment, ‘dance for me, I wanna watch you undress.’
You obey, standing up and swaying to the beat of the slow, dreamy song. The first thing you do is take off your shirt—you want to tease Kathryn, too, so you unbutton it leisurely, looking at her sideways while she watches you from the chair, nibbling on the rim of her glasses. Then she slides off the chair and parts her legs; you’re still smitten when looking at her feet in those dangerous heels.
Dropping your loafers, you walk over to give her a lap dance, gently stroking her from her knees to her thighs—at that moment, she puts on her glasses, adjusting them on her beautifully defined nose, the tip slightly reddened. Absolutely charming.
With a dash of newfound bravery, you pivot, playfully showcasing your butt, slowly rocking your hips to the beat of the music, and lower yourself into a squat with your hands resting on Kathryn's extended legs. You rest your back on her belly and rub against her pussy in a slutty, lecherous manner.
Uh, you unzip your pants and pull them down, along with your panties. You hastily get rid of them, as they're so soaked they cling to your jeans; and she’d rather not see this.
Landing on her lap, you bend over to touch her face, lingering your gaze on her hazy blue eyes with unusually dilated pupils—oh my god, she looks so hot with those glasses on.... Finally you surrender to her seductive gaze, which awakens a new rush of arousal within you.
As she parts her lips, beckoning you for a kiss, you naturally lose yourself in her being. You’re ready to be devoured in this wet slow kiss. When you glance back, pulling away slightly, you see her glasses misted over, and this is the cutest thing ever.
‘I’m scared, Kathryn,’ you say against her face, gently removing the glasses from her face. Those blue eyes, you could go crazy.
‘Why, honey?’ she whispers, ‘I will never hurt you.’
‘You’re so addictive.’
She blushes, her cheeks reddened, yet her warm, steady hands are inspecting your naked body, caressing your breasts with hardened nipples under her firm touch.
The song has already shifted—
Just for one moment to be warm and naked at my side…
‘I wanna be yours,’ you moan with your eyes closed.
‘Say it right,’ she holds you tight, still touching your chest, the other hand running down your spine.
‘I wanna be yours…Mommy,’ you gasp with despair.
‘That’s it, hon,’ she husks and kisses your neck licking it with her soft tongue. Lord. Have. Mercy.
‘You’re sweet as cinnamon, I love it,' Kathryn savors, truly devouring your body and soul all to herself. Feeling her tongue tracing across your skin is the best thing that has ever happened to you. No exaggeration.
You cannot bare this any longer at this point and take a hold of her head and press it to your breasts, twitching her hair.
I could be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
‘Eat me whole Mommy,’ you plead arching your back.
‘Beg for me more,’ she gives you another deep kiss with her delicious cherry lips.
‘Mommy please…’ you groan, ‘I’ll give you all you need.’
‘Which is?’ she smirks stroking your cheeks, admiring you from bottom to top.
‘My honey…’
‘That’s right love, I need that,’ she quietly slips her hand between your legs, massaging your clit with your own wetness that she gathered.
‘God, I’m so high on you.’
‘This is just the beginning, kitten.’
***
Kathryn takes your hand and eagerly ushers you to the bedroom. She pushes you softly to the bed, positioning you down on your belly; with a few nifty hand moves she takes off her shirt along with a leather tie and uses it to fix your wrists behind your back. Your pubes are resting on a pillow in a way that you can rub your clit against it, and the woman has the full access to your ass and your open pussy. Her soft tickling touches across your buttocks are giving you strongest shivers.
‘Mommy, you’re so good,’ you moan and start twitching.
‘I warned you, baby.’
‘Fuck me, Mommy,’ you let out a husky, desperate cry and put your ass on the line so she can fuck you properly.
Without hesitation, she slides a fingertip into your ass, gently massaging the entrance. God, it feels like paradise, and you instinctively move your hips back and forth to enhance the sensation, letting out broken breaths.
‘Your pussy is drenching,’ Kathryn says with a stern voice, ‘we need to do something about this.’
‘Anything you want, Mommy.’
She covers your cunt with her thumb and gives your clit meticulous yet subtle butterfly moves.
‘You love how I’m handling you, don’t you?’
You cannot form words into sentences and just shamelessly moan under her soft touches that are sending you straight to high heavens.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ she leans over and whispers against your ear, ‘Mommy wants to taste your honey so badly.’
‘Please baby, eat my pussy,’ you give her a high-pitched shriek lifting your ass up and moving towards her side.
Meanwhile, Kathryn is standing on her knees, grasping your legs, fixing them apart to have a better access to your dripping pussy. For quite a while you just feel her warm breath—she’s teasing your clit with the light blows and lip touches. You twitch, eager to be fucked, but she pulls back as she did before.
‘Don’t. I told you, the payback will be huge,’ she husks and gives your ass a nice slap. You do your best to slow down, craving for her touch, for anything she would offer.
Kathryn leans on again and presses her wide opened mouth against your pussy, so the proximity between her tongue and your clit is absolutely negligible. You wait, you wait, you wait, scared to spook her, to interfere with her plans on you. And yet she stays in this position, warming up your pussy, beginning to drive her bottom lip over your clit in an agonizingly slow motion.
Her finger comes back to your ass, and she pushes it softly against your tiny hole, giving you new waves of pleasure. But pleasure is a weak word if you were to describe properly what you’re feeling now. The spectre of sensations is just inexplicable and huge.
When you least expect it, she takes your pussy whole and sucks it with her mouth, covering it with her tongue and collecting your wetness. You can hear her groaning like a hungry wolf, and fuck—it drives you insane, you can feel explosions and aftershocks with your whole body.
‘Your honey is so delicious, baby.’
‘It’s all just for you…’
‘That’s what I wanted to know,’ she husks. ‘Will you let me in, love?’ she gently strokes your asshole once again.
‘Yes, yes, Mommy,’ you beg her, feeling shivers again.
She slides her finger deeper and moves it carefully inside you; her tongue gives your clit deliberate moves and Kathryn makes sure that everything she does makes you feel good. And hell yeah, you never felt as good as you do now, as you feel with her. It’s definitely something new, something bigger than you. Well, the secret ingredient to the best sex was love, wasn’t it?
‘Oh my, honey, you’re dripping all over my face,’ she says taking a pause, ‘I do love it.’
You let our laboured breaths and shrieks from time to time, letting go and giving yourself over to her irrevocably.
‘How about this,’ she introduces her thumb into your pussy and moves it in the opposite direction to the finger that is fucking your ass. It feels like a very gentle friction, and her tongue licking your clit is the cherry on top of this utterly perfect fucking session.
‘Please, let me cum, Mommy…’
‘I’m doing my job right, huh?’ She chuckles, parting from your pussy for a bit.
‘You’re so good, so fucking—’
She sucks on your clit harder than before and, oops, you can’t hold it anymore— you fall into a violent orgasm, writhing and roaring for a long time, your face pressed into the blanket, your wrists still secured by her tie.
Kathryn eats your pussy whole, without abandon; then she bends over, pulls your hands to her and carefully unties them.
‘So impatient, so wild,’ she leans on your back and whispers in your ear, licking it with her wet tongue. She smells of you, as if you're fused together, her hair brushes against your skin, and in that moment you're willing to sacrifice anything to be hers forever. Such an addictive, dangerous drug this woman is, and there is no escape, no remedy.
While you're still recovering from the reverberations of aftershocks, she helps you lean on your elbows to hold you up: strokes your breasts, kisses your back, inhales your sweat, leaves trails on your skin with her tongue. All of this is the fantasy come true, the beginning of forever.
You roll over on the bed, lie on your back, and finally meet her wild gaze.
‘I want to see you naked,’ you say, ‘I want your naked body beside mine.’
‘Hush baby, let Mommy get rid of these fancy clothes first,’ she winks, leaving you charmed and perplexed.
‘C’mon, show me my favorite tits,’ you place your hands on the back of your head and with an imperious look lie on top of them.
The woman stands up and removes her lingerie, in the same slow seductive manner, teasing you with the fire in her eyes, the flickering candle fire that is burning just for you.
When she finally undresses and walks over to you, an idea pops into your head:
‘Would you mind leaving your heels on?’
‘Turns you on, honey?’ she says in a purring voice.
‘You have no idea…’
Kathryn puts on her stiletto heels and sits cross-legged on the bed. You slowly crawl over to her, palming her breasts with your hands and kissing her swollen, thick cherry lips, still with your cum on them.
‘You fucked me deliciously good, baby,’ you gasp.
‘I did,’ she smiles, proud of her glory. She presses herself against your face and kisses you even more greedily this time.
‘It will probably sound a little dumb,’ you part for a bit, ‘but this is the best sex in my live…the one we have.’
‘It’s not dumb at all, sweetheart,’ she smiles and strokes your hair, ‘I can tell you the same thing.’
You stare at her, blushing and inspecting her stunning body from head to toe, and linger on her feet again. One of your hands squeezes her boob, the other traveling down her ankle before finally touching the spikes of her pumps.
‘So sharp,’ you whisper.
‘Thrills you?’
‘Oh yeah,’ you scrutinize every detail and it clearly turns you on beyond belief.
‘What do you want me to do with them?’ she asks.
‘I haven’t figured it out yet. You’re such a devil in them.’
‘Are you still scared?’
‘No. It’s just. I kinda…doesn’t matter,’ you mutter. ‘How about you put those beautiful legs of yours on my back while I fuck you?’
Kathryn enthusiastically gets deeper on the bed and smiles, biting her lip:
‘I though you’d never ask, hon!’
You crawl to her close, she lifts her feet and does what you said, and finally you two become the whole. With each thrust you drown in her eyes deeper and there’s no salvation. She cradles you tight and moans, her cheeks blushing, while you penetrating her with your pinched fingers. She kisses you in great hunger, she moans, she loves it so much when you fuck her.
‘I love you, my Babygirl,’ you whisper into her ear.
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