call me serena/rena, she/her, shin ryujin's real wife. infp. in multiple fandoms. professional girl blogger and fanfic reader. lee yubin's sweet girl. music addicted. itzy addicted. girl group #1 enthusiastic. dreamcatcher #1 fan. sleepy girl 24/7. blue obsessed. a bot creator on c.ai ( on hiatus ). i write sometimes too i guess ? here's my masterlist! ˚₊♡
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warnings : dom!idol, sub!reader, body worship, loud sub-quiet dom ( ? ), teasing, begging, breast play.
genre : smut.
a/n : #needthat.
obsessed with the thought of a girl sitting on your wet pussy with her equally wet pussy!
it would make such a mess but imagine her rubbing her warm arousal all over your hot skin. it would also be super frustrating because it's not like you can simply get off like that, it's just two women rubbing against each other, your fluids mixing together, making obscene sounds and a mess.
it's just pure teasing that leaves tingles running down your spine, leaves a tickling feeling in your core that desperately wants to be filled up with something, and when your clits accidentally rub together, the frustration peaks and you just need to feel something more.
such a casual scene, it doesn't have to be riding or a lead up to thigh riding, it can happen while she's simply on top of you as you make out naked, and as she's playing with your body before moving on to the act. it could be used as foreplay, a frustratingly long one.
she's only focusing on making out with you, moving down and kissing every inch of your neck and chest. she takes her time kissing your boobs and sucking on your nipples, her tongue tickling your sensitive skin and leaves a wet trail behind. she could go on for hours without actually touching you, simply connected by the hips and smirking at the way you keep desperately bucking your hips against hers to feel more but you only get more frustrated.
you immediately come when she finally does touch your clit.
like imagine how she's so mad that she doesn't even think. ripping your clothes off ignoring your cries on how expensive your very revealing dress was, not caring. she throws you on the bed and just starts pounding her strap in your little cunt so hard you're seeing stars.
you screech from the sudden pain but eventually turn into pleasure moans while she tells you the most dirty shit. "yeah, you like that slut? i beg you fuckin do the way you're going around letting all those men look at you like that, hm? so fucking pathetic." she's fucking you like a wild animal making you reach your release quickly.
spitting into your mouth as she forces your mouth open before harshly demanding you to suck her strap. "go ahead and cum on my cock. not like any one else would be able to use your useless holes anyways."
"you think i'm stopping? you're so fucking stupid, be a good toy and just let me fuck you stupid and ruin your cute little pussy, hm?" she's biting down forcefully on your neck and inner thighs and your chest is all covered with hickies.
she doesn't let you talk she just keeps going even after you're overstimulated and crying and telling her you're too sensitive and to stop. but your body says otherwise so—why would she think to stop?
a/n : idk if this fic or not but subby!ryujin. . . [drools]
you've ridden ryujin plenty of times but you’ve never actually been the one in charge, with her subbing for you.
but you’ve thought it so much that you’re dying to try it. you know if you talk to her about it, she'll have a dramatic reaction and be too stubborn to sub. so, you decide the best way to make it work is for you to do it as a surprise one night.
you're nervous as you two start making out. you know that whenever you two start making out, it typically leads to sex and you don’t know how she's going to react to you attempting to take charge.
you reach your hand out and grab her bulge through her sweatpants, massaging it in the palm of your hand.
“so needy for my cock, hm,” she teases.
you immediately pull your hand back, stop kissing her, and stare at her with the deadliest glare you could muster. she frowns at you.
“what?” she asks, confused. “why are you glaring at me?”
in a swift motion, you shove her back onto the bed so she's the one laying on her back and you sit on top of her. you start taking your shirt off and she watches in shock, purely confused about what’s going on.
“what the hell are you-”
“shut up,” you demand, attaching your lips back to hers.
“if you’re trying to dom me,” she mumbles against your lips, hands holding your ass, “it isn’t gonna happen.”
“i'll decide what is and what isn’t gonna happen,” you say.
beneath your pussy, you feel her cock twitch at your words and you smirk. despite how much she fights it, how hard she tries to stay strong and be the 'tough guy', you know she's enjoying this.
it's so strange for ryujin to see you being in charge because you’re usually such a little cock-slut for her, always doing anything she asks, completely at her mercy.
by the end, you’ve made her cum three times and she's exhausted, totally milked dry. she's never cum that many times in one go before. she didn’t even know it was possible.
it turned out maybe she did like being a sub, although she would never admit that to you out loud.
a/n : don't tell my followers i'm here. i've been inactive for quite long now, i'm scared bro 💔
who would have thought the most popular girl at school, would be at the bed of the loser of the school? exactly no one, then there she was.
making out in the lap of ryujin as she roamed her hands over you sides, ryujin layed you down on the bed her lips trailing over your neck leaving bruises as her hands hurriedly were trying to take your pants.
the only sounds coming from the room was your heavy breaths and the rustling of clothes, while ryujin was trying to take off your pants you took of your shirt leaving you only in your underwear.
“you're so pretty,” she muttered leaning to kiss you again desperately her hands clawing at your covered clad breasts.
her hands played with your clit lightly with you heaving for air. you took off her hands and fully took off your underwear leaving you bare. ryujin couldn’t help but gasp at the sight.
her hands pulling you closer and playing lightly with your nipples, her tongue darting off to lick and suck one of them while she put a finger inside of you pumping it fast.
you couldn’t help but moan loudly grinding against her hand. you pulled her in for another kiss both of your tongues fightling for dominance with her winning. she kept pumping her fingers, her other hand groping your breasts and tweaking your nipple.
as you moaned loudly you came all over her fingers, she smirked “who would have thought i'd have the meanest girl here at my bed naked?”
cw: transfem dilf!arlecchino x fem milf!reader. overly descriptive. neither of you are exactly soft personality wise. arlecchino referred to as ‘husband’. reader referred to as ‘wife’, ‘woman’, and ‘mother’. reader a little insecure. praise + degradation (?). RAW lesbian sex. starts off tame, turns rough. overstimulation. creampie, breeding, etc.
wc: 3.2k
summary: arlecchino and you have been awfully busy lately, so a moment of passion was due, no?
a/n: wrote this in a few hours because i was bored and thinking of dilf arle again, so it probably sucks and i hate it!
Everyone knew about the cold Knave—the one all people feared yet respected so greatly. That same one who, with just one look from her crimson eyes, could make an entire multitude grow silent in a matter of seconds.
Yes, that one was your husband.
In spite of her intimidating demeanor, she wasn’t the type to behave so aloof when in private, though you couldn’t expect cuddles, either. However, you didn’t seem to mind it one bit, which was to be expected—you were a busy woman, after all.
You would barely see each other due to work as of late, and it was gnawing at you internally. You missed her, whether you liked to admit it or not. You ached for your old, shared routine in quietude, which only made your case worse. She didn’t notice.
Sure, it had been years since you had gotten married, and you knew just how occupied you would both be at all times from the beginning, but it didn’t stop you from having basic human emotions.
The only times you would both meet would be to take care of your children, and to fall asleep in bed next to one another after a tiresome day. This wasn’t enough. No, no, it wasn’t. You craved more and more each passing night, to the point where you would even catch yourself begging unconsciously for her to wrap those cursed arms around you and relieve you both of the stress you were under.
This never happened, of course.
You would lay beside her in utter silence, yearning for the scorching touch of her firm hands all over your frame as you examined the manner in which her chest lifted and sank gently in her sleeping form. How torturous of her, to rest so carelessly beside you while you tossed and turned trying to get these juvenile thoughts off your head.
After what felt like an eternal few days, you had had enough. Arlecchino would be free for the weekend, and she already had plans of her own—that involved you, obviously—, so she wasn’t expecting you to completely drop your calm act the second you two were finally alone after tending to your children just like every other time.
It was late Friday night, the week having dragged on for far too long—the weariness was evident in the way your husband’s shoulders dropped slightly as she undid the buttons of her suit. Your shared room would have been dead silent if only it weren’t for the clicking of your heels against the hard floor bouncing off the walls.
“Peruere…, do you require my assistance?” Your voice was almost a purr, one so low it would have sent a shiver down the woman’s spine if only she hadn’t been slowly growing impatient due to her attire’s annoying design.
She was used to the way her real name rolled off your tongue with such ease, though it never escaped her when it did. You were trying to be sweet, and she caught on to that just from the sole sentence you uttered.
“No, dear,” she answered almost in an instant, though she gave up the second she realized that she did, in fact, need some help. It was only natural, due to the length of her nails and how eager she was to rid herself of the unnecessary fabric draping her body. “… yes.”
All you did was hum and draw closer, steady hands finding those buttons she was struggling with so you could work your magic. And no, Arlecchino wasn’t the type of person who would have filthy thoughts regularly—however, you had been plaguing her mind in different ways on a daily basis.
Maybe she missed the contrast of your plush skin against her calloused palms, or the way you would squirm beneath her whenever she figuratively pressed the right buttons to inflict the most pleasure upon you. She could navigate your body with effortless precision even in her own mind, but this wasn’t enough for a woman like her.
Now, having you before her as she looked down upon your serene expression, she realized just how much she had been missing out on. It had been almost months since you two had become one—since you two had fogged up the large mirror you had placed on one of the walls in your bedroom with the heat that radiated from your bodies.
Once you were done unbuttoning her suit, she took her time to remove the fabric from her form and set it aside. All she stood with before you now was the black, lightweight undershirt you used to rip off her when you grew bold and impatient a long time ago.
The one which you would definitely tear off that night.
You knew Arlecchino was a poised diplomat. There was no room for her to be impulsive and erratic whatsoever, though one could think otherwise by the way she gained purchase on your hips to pull you closer after staring for a second too long. You would have been confused if only you hadn’t been aching for this closeness for what felt like ages now.
“You look dazzling tonight, my dear. Is there a special occasion I have not been informed of?” She needn’t speak loudly now, not since you were pressed flush against her front as her fingertips buried themselves into the concealed flesh of your waist.
Could this be her lying about your looks through her teeth…? No, she wouldn’t do that. She wasn’t the type to bluff so shamelessly—not to you, at least.
“Not that I’m aware of, no,” your murmur filled her ears in an almost intoxicating way, and the feeling of your hands pressed against her chest made her tingle in response.
Composure be damned. The mere sight of your glowy eyes sent a jolt of unfiltered lust through her that she couldn’t ignore. Those thoughts of her job and duties that overflowed her brain quickly scattered to be replaced by nothing other than you the second her lips crashed against yours.
My, if only she could have you like this twenty-four hours a day, she would. The mother of her children fully in contact with her at all times… that was a blessing of its own.
Her large hands roamed over the curve of your ass, possessively groping and massaging the plump flesh below the tip of her fingers, all the while she forced you to take clumsy steps back towards the bed. She was desperate for a taste, or maybe more than just one. It had been too long since she had gotten you to mark her back with your polished nails—since she had felt your insides squeezing her deliciously.
Your legs spread to give her enough room between them as your back met the mattress, and all you did was cradle her face when she began to rid you of your pants in a way that could only be described as desperate.
It drew a giggle from you, the kiss breaking not only for you both to catch your breath, but also for you to make a comment she wouldn’t find all that amusing.
“Eager, are we?”
“Hush now. You want this as much as I do.” Despite the sharp tone of her voice, it oozed greed. However possible it was for it to drop an octave, it did.
Arlecchino’s experience was obvious as she had you stripped of all clothing beneath her in a matter of seconds, and you could already tell just how hungry she was from the way those crimson crosses committed your anatomy to memory. You couldn’t quite understand why she enjoyed your body so much due to how you viewed yourself, but oh, did she love grasping onto your thicker thighs every time she plunged into you.
You were too lost amidst the distracting ideas that traversed your mind to realize she was already naked on top of you, though she brought you back to Earth with a soft graze of her nails on your hip—truly heartwarming despite her being the one who fueled so many people’s nightmares.
“You are… hm. Such a sight for sore eyes.” Her words slipped out the back of her throat like an alluring melody, capturing your breath as she made sure to lay open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You knew it was hard for her to say things such as that, but you deserved it at the end of the day.
She always had the charm of a siren which rendered you to nothing but a submissive dummy for her to worship and adore silently. This husband of yours always bestowed you with the highest levels of pleasure you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, even after a while of unwanted celibacy.
Those lips that helped you see stars many a time made their way downward, not skipping a beat even once her hands groped you with ownership—one of them massaging one of your tits and the other on your inner thigh the second she managed to hook her dark arm around it. She would keep you in place to devour you until she got what she wanted.
“Darling, I… hm,” your sentence was cut short by the soft kiss she placed on your dripping cunt, and the fiery glow of her gaze was focused on the way your head tipped back at the sensation.
Arlecchino always found it sweet—just how sensitive you were to her ministrations. She could tell your lips were parted from her position and how the small bliss took over your senses even when she solely hovered over you. What a pretty thing you were.
“Eager, are we?”
You knew this was to mock you, to make you see just how hungry you were for her as much as she was for you, and even if she hadn’t placed her tongue between your slick folds, you wouldn’t have complained. You lacked your usual coldness when around her, and she adored it.
The manner in which she now explored your pussy was feral. It was a feeling that could only be described as dizzying, and your reaction was almost unconscious due to this. Whimpering and slowly melting into the bed was all you could do as she did what she knew best, which was to suck on your clit with a thirst that only you could satiate.
Maybe it was the way she knew how to pick up the pace of the flicking of her tongue against you, or the fact that it was her doing this to you, but you were totally out of it. At that moment, your focus solely lay on how her mouth rewarded you for all the distance you had borne until that point.
The minutes dragged on for longer than you could take, legs twitching around her head as she made sure to taste every last inch of your needy cunt which was now more than coated in her spit.
Your words mixed with a loud moan, one which grew even more strident as the palm of your hands rubbed against your sensitive nipples. “P-Peruere… please! Please,” and she just knew what you meant by the way you would plead.
A slight rise of the corners of her lips were her response—something you felt and gave you goosebumps from head to toe. How could you not notice such a thing? Her face was fully buried in your pussy, and she enjoyed every second of torturing you.
Eventually, she hummed and squeezed the soft skin of your thighs. A silent question. What is it that you want, sweetheart? Either you answered to the best of your abilities, or you wouldn’t get it.
“Please, please,” you sounded so pathetic and whiney it flipped a switch in the depths of her mind, “I can’t… I need you, darling. So, so bad…, please.”
She would give you what you wished for, but not before she had you cumming all over her tongue. You couldn’t make a fuss, though. She loved the way you would squirm, arch your back, and cry only from something as simple as having her devouring you so fiercely.
You indulged her in the end, your climax hitting you like a bucket of cold water as you did all she expected from you. She even had to hold you down from how messy you got, as usual, and also to not get squished by your thighs, not yet, at least.
“Good girl… truly.” Her tone was more than sultry after she pulled away from your clit with a wet pop, and even when away from you, she had to lick her lips to taste you again. You had always been her favorite meal, after all.
You panted and tried to recover from the fog that clouded your sight, and even with this you could tell Arlecchino was right above you from the way the mattress sunk at your sides due to her hands. It made her tingle—to have you so fucked out and vulnerable beneath her body. The ache between her legs only became worse at the sight, her erection jerking right against your sensitive folds.
“You still want it, don’t you?” she asked knowing damn well the answer was yes. You needed her like one required oxygen to stay alive. “You still want me to fill you to the brim.”
A sneaky hand found the space between your breasts to trail down in a torturous pace, a black nail pressed so harshly it would leave a mark the next day. She came to a halt on your mound so her thumb could rediscover its usual spot on your overwhelmed clit, so slippery it teased the future of her actions. Vocalization of your desires, that’s what she wanted.
“Yes! Yes, I do,” you were still twitchy, still aching for her in a manner she could never quite understand.
“Mm-hmm… alright, then.”
That’s all you heard from her before you felt the way she shifted over you and the tip of her cock aligned perfectly with your naturally stretched out hole. She wouldn’t use her fingers on you to prepare you—she hadn’t the time to trim her stiletto nails since this was all unpremeditated, and it would be unthoughtful of her to shove them inside you.
The moment she sunk into you, your reactive moan seemed to almost be of relief. You could feel her slowly pushing herself between your poor cunt walls so as to not harm you. My, just the sound of her barely audible groan could’ve made you finish a second time.
“Always so welcoming,” she mumbled through her breaths the instant you finally swallowed her full and coated her cock with your slick. You no longer felt empty, at last.
Of course, she tortured your previously abused clit with her thumb to get you used to her size easier. Considerate without fail, wasn’t she? She rubbed it in soft circles as she awaited for you to give her some leeway to move inside you, but she enjoyed the feeling of the way you wrapped around her.
You met her lascivious gaze after some time—just from the sight of your glossy eyes and nonverbal appeal she felt the sudden urge to pound your pussy until you couldn’t think of anything other than how good she was at fucking you. Making you cry from the pleasure, that was the only thing she could think about at that moment.
This woman reacted almost in the blink of an eye. Her hands made sure to move your legs enough for your comfort before one of them grabbed your face. You could feel the cold surface of her wedding band against your skin as she lost all mercy for you—she wasn’t the type to be kind either way, was she?
“Such a pretty doll you are,” she cooed as her fingers slightly dug into the flushed skin of your cheeks, “how pathetic do you turn just for me.”
That just forced a guttural moan out of you. Her words, mixed with the way her hips met yours with each forceful thrust… it was only making your eyes prickle with tears. You were so loud that every little sound that escaped your lips sounded like music to her ears.
The way your flesh and breasts recoiled because of her movements were like a work of art. Such lewd moans from your lips, the manner in which her flesh slapped yours, the smell of sex permeating the air. It was all a masterpiece crafted by her own hand, and she relished it fully.
The fashion in which she angled her dick to continuously rub against that spongy spot on your insides drove you mad. You had to put your hands on her chest to try and calm down her momentum. Not only were you still coming down from your first orgasm in such a long time, but she was also being so rough she might as well have been tearing you apart right there and then.
You could almost feel her all up in your guts. Her motions were becoming almost primitive against your poor cunt.
“P-please…”
She quickly interrupted your whiny attempt at speaking, her tone borderline scolding through groans and pants.
“You can take it all like the good wife you are.”
Oh, did she know what to say to make you clench around her cock and draw a beautiful noise from the pit of her throat. Arlecchino always enjoyed that pitiful moment where you physically reacted to her words. Such a good toy you were.
The moment arose where both you and her could feel both of your crescendos drawing closer after long minutes of wet sounds, and your husband just couldn’t pass the opportunity to make it even better for the both of you. She always knew how to fluster you even if it was nearly impossible to do it even more.
“In or out?” She asked in a somewhat steady voice, having drawn closer to you as a means to bury her face into the crook of your neck.
You had been sinking your nails in the pale skin of her back, leaving red trails at your wake while you muffled your cries thanks to her shoulder. This question, however, forced you to shut your eyes at the realization of what she meant.
“In… please, just… inside.” She could barely make out your words since you were oh so occupied enjoying the way her dick drilled into your now swollen pussy.
And, naturally, she did as you said.
Your orgasm struck you both at the same time, skins glistening with sweat now pressed flush against each other as she released fully inside of you and all you could see was white. All she could hear from her spot was your loud cry of ecstasy and the soft sound of small raindrops beginning to hit the window of your room.
She pulled away from you eventually, just to watch you through her haze, and hummed at your delicious and new fucked out expression. She knew you were now leaking out your mixed fluids and tainting the sheets, however, she couldn’t find herself caring. She wanted more.
“Turn around.”
“Wh- huh?” You thought you were hearing wrong. You were still amidst the peak of your pleasure—you weren’t understanding her, surely.
“I’m not done with you. Turn around. Now.”
If you hadn’t been broken in half yet, you would be by the end of the long, long night ahead of you.
synopsis: "i said kiss it right there." arlecchino couldn't have been happier finding such a pretty girlfriend. the fact you were a virgin was just the cherry on top, especially considering how she easily she could break you...
you were quiet the contrast to arlecchino. where she was hardened and rough around the edges, you were softer and sweet. you said hi to everyone the two of you passed in fontaine, and tended to drag her to all the dessert shops.
simply put, you were like a bunny. she was a wolf.
at first, she feared for breaking you, hurting you too much. she was attached to you. but like any wild beast, she craved to corrupt you.
your room was pink, covered with stuffed animals and cute trinkets. you wore the cutest dresses and skirts, the spitting image of feminine.
she was not. she wore suits and pants, and shunned such 'simple joys'.
except you. you were a joy she couldn't shake off, and indulgence she craved. the things arle wished to do to you were far from sweet. she wished to break your mind to the point where she was the only thing you could think of.
that dream became a reality when she found out her sweet girlfriend was a virgin. untouched by anyone. all for her.
her advances started small. lingering touches on your exposed thighs, comments on how perfect you looked laying on your bed.
she then became bolder, big hands grabbing at your sides, eyes baring into your skin as you changed. she watched you like a wolf watches its prey, waiting for you to spring into her trap. she finally gets her chance when you invite her to sleep over, free from any of your friends who you normally invited to these things.
the night started innocently. cuddling while watching one of your silly tv dramas, arle's arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to her body. your night shorts were tiny, riding up your ass and exposing more of your thighs. she felt hungry just looking at them.
eventually, your body was clinging to her, straddling her lap as you doze off. now was her time to shine.
arle's hands trail up and down your thighs, slowly working you up. she wanted you to be the one to ask. but deep inside, she knew you wouldn't. you needed her guidance.
her hands slip under your short waistband, rubbing at your hips now. her lips move to kiss your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses down towards your collar bone.
"a-arle, what are you doing?" you ask, feeling heat build up in your stomach. whatever she was doing, it was working.
"sweetheart, don't you think it's time? holding onto your virginity is adorable, but you really should let me take it." she whispers, kissing under your ear, before looking up to meet your eyes.
you pause, unsure how to respond. part of you really wanted to please her, but sex was so scary!! you'd never had it before, what if it hurt?? or what if you weren't good enough.
yet her kisses and touches convinced you to give a small nod, letting her know she could have her way with you. arle smirks, pushing you up towards your plushies and pillows, finding her way between your thighs.
her lips cover the expanse of your skin, searing into it. you could feel the desire oozing off her, seeping into your body. slick was coating your panties, your body growing eager for her.
"i'm removing these, doll." she coos, tossing off your shorts, smirking at your panties. they matched you - pink with a bow on front. how cute.
leaning forward, arle presses a kiss to your covered clit, earning a squeak from you, you grab a nearby plushie - a little bunny - covering your face with it. she didn't need to see you all blushing over a kiss!!!
arle lets you hide your face, opting to pull the fabric to the side and lick a stripe right up your folds. you whimper, bucking into her face.
"so eager after one lick? needy girl." she comments, letting out a soft tsk before returning to her previous job, slowly licking and kissing at your cunt. you inhale, surrendering to the foreign yet intoxicating feeling.
her tongue felt good, too good. her nose bumped your clit, occasionally replaced by a long, slender finger. her tongue dips into your entrance, licking at your inner walls. you mewl, covering your face with the bunny again.
arle continues lapping and kissing at you, slowly watching how you sob and cry into the fur of the plushie. whimpers of 'too much' and 'please, arle, 's good' fall past your lips, raw from you biting them in anticipation.
a knot was forming in your stomach, ready to burst. it felt weird though, from how women normally described it, like an odd pressure.
arle sucks on your clit, tongue lathing over the sensitive bud. it was too much, her tongue returning to fucking in and out of you, a finger swirling over your clit in sync.
you cum, without any warning but a loud sob from your lips. or at least, you thought you came. arle eagerly laps up your release, your orgasm long and shaky as your squirt on her face. her mouth is covering your cunt, tongue pressed flat against it as she drinks up every last drop from your, letting you gush over the muscle.
propping herself up, she licks her lips, eyes baring down into your shy ones, feral looking. "squirted, huh? it was that good?" you hide your face behind the bunny again.
"how about you let me go again, hm?" she ask, giving you little room to say. she was already between your thighs, dragging her tongue through your folds again.
your legs twitch, accompained by a sqeuak. "arle!! 's too much!!" you whimper. she instead whispers into your skin, telling you to behave and be good. a slender arm is draped across your abdomen, keeping you from squirming too much. the other circles your clit, thumb brushing the nerves.
you while, hips thrusting up to her face - as much as they could, given her restraint on you.
it felt good, but it was so much stimulation. your brain was mushy, wanting to just cum and be done, but it couldn't stop thinking of her.
you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep at night anymore, not without arle making you cum.
you were close again, your previous orgasm helping contribute to the swiftness of this one. it felt less intense, yet you needed to cum, now. you whimper into your bunny, it's poor fur stained with some tears and drool.
arle takes the hint, working you towards another orgasm quickly. with a mewl, you cum on her tongue once again, allowing her to lick the remains of your release off your skin and thighs.
as she sits up, the sheets under you are stained, soaked through with your cum. you blush, cowering into the plushie.
"don't be shy." she purrs, brushing hair out of your face. "you did good. why don't you rest, darling." she purrs, letting you lay against her body, head resting on her chest.
you nod, nuzzling into her as you doze off, exhausted from your two orgasms. arle listens to the sounds of you sleeping, smirking down at your body.
she had got what she wanted. you were hers, and now? she knew she could have you under her whenever she wanted.
like a wolf, she caught her pray. she plants a small kiss to your forehead, smiling against the skin.
