you don’t even know how long she’s been inside of you at this point- after the third or fourth orgasm, time just seemed to melt away. your pussy’s raw and red and dripping- her eyes can’t stop dropping down in between your legs as she fucks into you, watching her strap disappear inside that pretty, spent hole, the way it stretches you out. god, it makes her dizzy. she’s moaning like she can feel everything. can’t help it, with all that whining you’re doing, and the filthy, squelching sounds of your hole as she pumps in and out.
you’re well past overstimulated- your trembling thighs are covered in stickiness, and you’ve long given up trying to sniffle back your tears. she knows she’s pushed you past your limit, and every time you come she swears she’ll leave you alone- but every time she’s wrong. you’re just so beautiful writhing and crying her name beneath her; and, god, the way you moan. she thinks she’s addicted to you.
she’s slow, rhythmic, but it’s almost worse than if she was being rough- every deliberate thrust of her hips hitting that perfect spot inside of you. she sees your flushed cheeks are wet, and she soothes you by leaning down to peppering soft kisses over your tears.
“shh, honey, you’re okay. you’re okay. you’re doing so well,” she whispers. she brings her mouth against your kiss-swollen lips again, swallowing every one of your pretty whimpers and weak moans, her long hair falling over you both like a curtain as she leans forward. she adores missionary just for this- so she can kiss you senseless, choke you with her tongue, watch every flicker of pleasure-pain cross your expression, the irresistible way you look up at her with those wide eyes like you don’t know whether to push her off or beg her to keep going.
with every thrust of her hips, you can feel the tip of her strap kiss your cervix, the way the thick toy stretches beneath your lower belly. she notices the bulge, too, one of her hands sliding down your stomach to flatten the palm of her hand over the moving bump as she pumps inside. she presses down, just a little, and you jerk your hips and whine, earning a smile dripping with satisfaction.
“look at that,” she murmurs, almost reverently. her voice is rough with desire, like she’s straining to hold back even though she’s been inside you for god-knows-how-long already. “so deep in my sweet girl. my baby… you take me so nice.”
you want to beg her to stop because you’re so sensitive, beg her for a break; but she’s so tender and soft about it that you can’t bring yourself to. “you’re so deep, mommy, god,” you whimper out. your nails bite into the bare skin of her back, desperately searching for something to anchor to.
the sting of your fingers digging into her skin makes her groan in delight. “i know, princess, mommy’s almost done. just hold on to me,” she encourages, never stopping the smooth, languid motions of her hips. her breath fans against your ear as she whispers, “there you go, my darling. does that feel good?”
“so, so good, mommy,” you answer mindlessly. your voice is all whiny and airy and it does something awful to her. it’s not long before she hears your breathing start to pick up again, how your sweet sounds start to get pitchy, and she knows you’re close again.
“gonna come again, baby?” she coos lovingly, even though she already knows the answer. you nod feverishly, and she wraps both of her hands around her thighs and yanks you closer so your hips are touching, holding you by them as she pounds into you harder, skin slapping against skin. the sounds that leave you as she slams into your stretched-out cunt, punching choked moans and mewls out of you every time she slams into you as deep as she can go before pulling back again, are downright pornographic. you sound like a puppy in heat, whimpering and squealing like that, and, flustered, you press a hand over your mouth to stifle yourself- only for her to reach down before you can even cover your mouth and yank your hand from your face.
“none of that,” she scolds, just a little amused, and she pins your hand down by your side. “let me hear you, sweetheart. let me hear how much you like taking mommy’s cock.” she groans, low and strained- because the knowledge that she’s making you feel this way, that she’s the only one that can, is getting her almost as close as you are.
and you just lie back and take it, because what other choice do you have than to let her fuck your swollen hole till you’re crying again? “yes, mommy, yes, yes, yes, love your cock so much, mommy,” you babble, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a barely-coherent mess. she bottoms out again and again and you’re feeling so good that you don’t even know what to do with yourself, just frantically pawing at her breasts, the sheets, whatever you can hold onto until that tight, hot coil in your belly snaps again. “mm, fuckfuckfuck, i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming, mommy, fuck-!”
she watches with rapt attention as your eyes disappear into the back of your head, drool spilling from between those pretty plump lips as you come all over her strap for the who-knows-how-many time. she slows but doesn’t stop, letting you ride it out, and only when she can see your irises again; she pulls back, just a little, so she can watch your pussy spill around her and onto the towel beneath you both. oh, she’d never, ever tire of this.
“oh, my pretty girl,” she coos into your skin. without pulling out, she leans back down to sprinkle kisses all over your face, flushed and blissed out. against your lips, she showers you with praise and sweet little nothings. “so good. so good for me, baby. you take it so well.” a kiss. “do you know how beautiful you are?” another one, and a hand comes up to swipe a tear from her cheek with her thumb. instinctively, you turn your face into her palm and something melts inside of her. “mommy’s so proud of you.”
the concept of mulder, an atheist, reverently kissing scully on the forehead and then on both sides of her face in a manner that depicts the sign of the cross is just a little too insane for me.
18+ asking mommy! wanda to suck your tits dry humping involved
you’ve had your lips wrapped around her nipples for quite some time now, just gently suckling. it’s become a thing you do with her almost every night - helps you relax and wind down after a long day of big thoughts.
and you think it must feel so good because every time your lips attach to her sensitive buds she sighs, moaning softly as she covers your forehead with kisses.
your brows pucker and you whimper inaudibly at the noises she makes. she looks so happy and warm and tingly. you want to feel good too :(
you reluctantly take your mouth off of her wet nipple and peer up at her, lashes fluttering. “mommy?”
she makes a little sound at the loss of contact, eyebrows pinched. her features soften when she sees the look on her little girl’s face. “what is it, baby?”
your eyes are fixed on her boobs, the task of asking her feels daunting to the point you can’t even look at her face. “c-can you read my mind?”
she faintly smiles, smoothing her fingers over your hairline. “use your big girl words, sweetheart.”
“i can’t.” you pout, your hand twisting in her half worn shirt. you get so shy asking for what you want, even though you know she’ll most likely say yes.
“cmon, bunny. tell mommy what you need.” she assumes you want her to play with your pussy because one of your hands is pressed on your inner thigh. she doesn’t know the reason your so achy is because you’re thinking about her tongue swirling around your nipples.
“c-can you do it to me?” you mutter, your skin turning pink.
she tilts your face up towards her gaze, tracing your temple “do what, baby?”
“what i was doing…” your cheeks are full blown red now, your pupils jittering as you avoid her gaze.
“you want mommy to suck on your boobs, hm?” she wears a half smile on her tinted lips, loving the reaction her mere presence has on you.
you sigh softly “uh huh…please.”
she kisses your forehead once more before gently tracing your tank top, pulling the strap down with light touches. her hands reach around the back of your bra and she removes the clasp, rubbing your back in circular motions. “such a good girl for asking mommy so nicely.” she discards your bra, laying it on the sheets next to her for later.
“ohhh, what a pretty little girl,” she murmurs, squeezing your plump flesh with her warm fingers.
you let out a shaky breath when her lips connect with your right nipple. she hums around it, feeling it harden in her mouth.
you whimper when she sucks a little harder, her red hair lightly scratching your skin. both of her hands cup your boobs upwards, squeezing and massaging the area as her tongue licks over your nipple, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “ohh - mommy.”
she moves over to your left boob, attacking your skin, her mouth wrapped around as much as she can fit in, lips suctioning on and off in little plops.
then she sinks her teeth in, nibbling and gazing up at you while your body wriggles. her own exposed nipples rub against your stomach and your hands find her hair, almost methodically playing with each strand, trying to ground yourself as the ecstasy swallows you whole.
wanda’s lips widen around your skin, seeing you so worked up over this is vertigo-inducing. she adores how sensitive you can be. “mmh, you like that, puppy?”
“…y-yes, mommy.” you mewl, shyly smiling back down at her. you gasp softly when she nibbles harder and you rock your hips up, grinding on nothing.
she coos, pushing her leg forward so you have something to let out your pent up energy on.
you hump her thigh happily, dragging your soaked pussy against the fabric of her pants. she shifts her knee every so often, making your clit pulse as your brain tries to override the cataclysmic pleasure hacking your system.
“tell mommy how good it feels, baby,” she whispers loudly, rubbing circles around your hipbones.
“f-feels s’good, mommy,” you moan, clutching on to her abdomen, signaling for her to pull you closer.
she wraps her hand around youu, pulling as close as she can so that she can still mouth at your boobs. she squeezes your waist, patting it with three taps as if permission for you to come undone.
and you don’t really have a choice. the pressure on your clit bubbles into soft mush as you let go, your legs shaking when you weakly ride out the last few motions you have left in you.
she swirls her tongue around your nipples as you come down, pecking the skin all around it. “good girl…that’s it.”
you twitch when she pulls her leg back, and she squeezes your flesh softly before pulling your tank top back up and laying beside you, stroking your side.
you press your face into her bare chest, humming contentedly as you nuzzle further into her. she pets your hair in long strokes as you breathe lazily on her tits.
your mouth begins to find it’s way back to her nipple and she exhales slowly as you start suckling.
“that’s it, sweetheart. let mommy have her turn again.”
a/n - idk why but i feel like the concept of things sound sm freakier in my head compared to when i write them
thinking about mommy wanda forcing you to take her big strap.
with the tip pressed up against your opening, you squirm as she begins pushing inside.
“mommy,” you cry, your brows knitted together.
she’s above you, one hand keeping your thighs spread apart while the other guides her cock inside you.
“shhh, baby.” wanda soothes, her hand giving your thigh an affectionate squeeze.
“it’s too big!” you squeak, your hands reaching to clamber against her hips.
“ohh, you can take it, baby. you can take it.” she continues pushing the tip in until the first inch disappears inside you.
you whine, unable to stay still as you writhe on her faux cock.
“look at you.” she purrs. her eyes are fixated on the way your pussy stretches around her length. you’re so tight that it borders on painful. the generous amount of lube she applied before was the only thing assisting in fitting it inside you.
“halfway there.”
“you’re talking it so well, milaya.”
tears prick in your eyes, which eventually roll down your cheeks as she continues pushing more length inside you.
“look at me. let me see your pretty face when you cry.”
when she finally bottoms out inside of you—all 9 inches—you’re sobbing. she’s slow as she pulls out and then pushes back in. you can feel every inch as she fucks you gently while your walls adjust to her strap.
