[ridgeflaw]

hello, my name is bee 🐝

this is an 18+ sideblog for the sole purpose of sharing fantasies. you’ll find general musings and also character-related content here.

mdni, put your age in your bio. ageless blogs will be blocked.

feel free to share your own fantasies with me :)

a quick note regarding requests:

this blog is an escape for me, which means low stakes fun and no deadlines (as i have enough of those in the real world). so while anyone is more than welcome to send me a fun or smutty idea, i'll warn you upfront that the probability of it being fulfilled is pretty low. i am, however, more than happy to talk to you about anything i've already written, am currently writing, or would be interested in writing in the future <3

[cradled-by-ache]

Job? personality disorder?? societal pressures weighing down on you??? Ok bro . Get in the crate bro . You know you need crate time

[future-crab]

The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.

[yourprettiestpet]

head in your lap, hand in my hair. nuzzling into you as you grasp it by the roots and pull. whining in relief as the thoughts escape, replaced only by pain and pleasure. deep, slow breaths, savoring your scent, your closeness. burying my face between your legs and letting it all melt away, surrounded by nothing but you.

[alliekills]

[menandropes]

[gothgirllipstick]

Pussy slaps after you’ve cum a few times already so you have to listen to the lewd wetness of yourself and feel how overstimulating it is

[greedysadistdaddi]

The intimacy of "I know, baby, I know" while fucking you through another orgasm

[oxalaia-quilombensis]

good morning

part 1

word count: 2k

summary: jack always tells the best stories

warnings: sex toys, fingering, creampie from the night before, oral sex m receiving, dirty talk, soft dom jack, breath play? maybe, dirty talk, no penetrative sex, aftercare

author's note: uti's aren't real in my world

The first thing your mind registered was the heat of Jack’s chest pressed against your back and his hot breath ghosting over your neck. The second thing was his hand between your legs, idly dragging his fingers through your folds, granted access by your thigh slung up and over his hip. On the upstroke, the tips of his fingers grazed your clit, sending tiny jolts of pleasure up your spine.

The third thing you noticed was how abnormally wet you were. Not just normal, waking up wet. Not even aroused wet. You were drenched. Your thighs were sticky and damp, coated with the fluid leaking out of you.

Oh fuck.

That was Jack’s cum. 

He must have fucked you after you fell asleep.

The small flickers of pleasure his fingers were giving you was nothing compared to the absolute inferno that knowledge lit within you. You squirmed, pressing back against Jack and the hard length of his cock against your ass.

“Jack…” your voice was breathy and your words slurred, still fighting your way out of your sleepy haze.

“You finally awake, pretty girl?”

Jack pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, pushing forward to grind against your ass. You whined and nodded, grabbing onto the arm that was still between your legs.

“Feel that?”

His hand shifted, two fingers slipping inside of you. He curled them expertly, stroking over your g-spot with practiced precision. The moan you released and the jerking of your hips against his hand were involuntary. Your walls felt tender and a little sore. Even more proof of what he’d done to you.

“You’re still full of me,” the squelching of his fingers sliding in and out was loud in the otherwise silent room. “All covered in my cum.”

“Jack, please,” you were panting and writhing in his hold, chasing the orgasm you were so close to.

“No, not yet, babygirl,” he pulled his fingers out and away, all points of contact between you vanishing as he rolled over onto his back. “Go get your favorite toy and prettiest pair of panties.”

“Jack - ” 

“Don’t whine,” he clicked his tongue and you turned to look at him. The hand that had been between your legs was stroking over his cock. You watched with hungry eyes as he spread the fluid coating his fingers across his length. “Do it.”

You grumbled, but complied.

Your legs were a little shaky when you stood from the bed, but you steadied yourself and made your way over to the dresser. Hidden in the bottom drawer, beneath your underwear and his boxers, was the pink vibrator Jack liked to use to torture you. It was curved, part of it extending up to cover your clit while the remainder fit inside your walls. 

You hated it. It was shorter and slimmer than his cock, never filling you up in the way that he could. The part that covered your clit was nice and soft and the vibrations were strong, but it still couldn’t compare to Jack’s tongue or fingers.

“Jack - ”

“Put it on and get back over here.”

Jack was leaning against the headboard now, legs spread wide and his hand still lazily gliding up and down his shaft. His eyes were glued to your body, watching eagerly as you slid the toy into place. There was no resistance to be found, your own wetness combined with what was left of his cum had the soft silicone bottoming out. You fiddled with it, making sure to align the little suction cup perfectly over your clit before pulling a pair of white, lacy panties up to hold it in place.

“Good,” Jack was breathing a little heavier now. “Bring me the remote and come here. I want that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock as I tell you exactly what I did to you last night.”

Your hand reached back into the drawer, fishing out the little black remote. It only took you three steps to close the distance between the bed and dresser, and then you were climbing onto the mattress and settling between his legs.

Jack held his hand out, cocking an eyebrow when you hesitated.

“Can you please just fuck me?”

“No,” he reached out and plucked the remote from your hands, immediately clicking the button to turn on the vibrator. It hummed to life on the lowest setting. The vibrations were just enough to have you squirming, but not enough to give you any real pleasure. “Last night, I gave you what you wanted. Now, I get what I want.”

He clicked the remote twice more, pushing the speed up and forcing a gasp out of you. 

“And what I want is to get my dick sucked while you go all stupid and cum for me over and over.”

Fuck. 

All of the air fled your lungs at his words. You could feel your pulse pounding between your legs, your clit throbbing against the vibrations.

“C’mon,” he looked you up and down where you kneeled. “Let me feel your pretty little tongue and I’ll tell you exactly what happened.”

You lowered yourself to your stomach, whining when your hips jerked forward to grind against the bed as you settled down. Jack’s cock bobbed in front of your face, his own hand holding it steady. You let your breath ghost over the length, shifting even lower to kiss around the base.

Jack clicked the remote again, bringing the toy to half power. You moaned, lips still pressed against his shaft. Jack shuddered, the vibrations of your exhalation traveling through him. Your hips ground down against the bed, a frustrated whine leaking from you when you couldn’t get the friction you needed.

“Can I–”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your question. Jack read your mind, snatching a pillow from beside him. He leaned over you, helping to settle it between your legs. His length pressed into your face as he did.

“Thank you,” you murmured as he sat back. Shifting against it, you were pleased to find you could rock forward and chase your pleasure.

“Now c’mon,” Jack grasped his cock by the base, angling it and feeding the flushed tip between your lips. Your tongue swiped over his slit, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of his precum. “Yeah, that’s it, baby.”

You took him deeper, keeping your eyes on him as you did. You’d never been able to take him fully. His cock was just too big for you to swallow the full length of him.

“You wanna know what I did to you?”

It was hard to nod with Jack nearly in your throat, but you tried your best. Jack chuckled, pressing the button twice. You whined around him, eyelids fluttering.

“Keep your eyes on me,” his hand gathered the loose strands of your hair. He used his grip to keep your head steady, but he let you set your own rhythm. You tried to keep your pace steady, despite how your hips were grinding down against the pillow. Your tongue swiped over the prominent vein on his underside.

“That’s it, just like that,” his teeth dug into his lower lip. “You looked so pretty, all limp and asleep.”

Saliva was dripping down his length. You brought one hand up to wrap around what your mouth couldn’t reach, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking slowly.

“When I came in – fuck, do that again,” Jack’s voice was breathy, his hips bucking up slightly when you traced your tongue around his tip and licked over his tip. You listened, repeating the motion before taking him deep again. “When I came in, you needed a little bit of help, weren’t ready for me yet. So I got between those pretty little legs of yours, spread you open, and got my mouth on that gorgeous cunt of yours.”

You whined, rutting forward, chasing the orgasm that was just around the corner. Jack stepped in to help, mashing the button to push the vibrations to the max. 

Your eyes rolled back as it crashed over you. You tried to pull back, to pull more air into your lungs, but Jack didn’t let you. He held your head in place, letting you gasp and choke around him as the waves of your orgasm swept over you. 

The pleasure quickly turned sharp and punishing as you started to come down. The vibrations didn’t cease, staying at the same intensity and forcing you back to the edge much too soon for your trembling body to handle.

“I used my mouth and my fingers to make you cum on my face,” in your orgasmic haze, your hand around his base had gone limp and your rhythm had faltered. Jack had taken over moving your mouth on his cock with his grip on your hair. He was bucking up into you, and it was all you could do to make sure you shielded him from your teeth. “You tasted so good, baby. You wanted it so bad, even though you didn’t know what was happening. You were twitching and moaning. Practically begging for it.”

You were close again. Your clit throbbed and your walls clenched around the too-small intrusion of the part of the vibrator inside you. There was nothing you wanted more than for Jack to sink into you.

“And then,” Jack was panting, moving your head even faster. “Then, when you were nice and soaking for me, I fucked you.”

You came, whining around his length and rutting down into the pillows, chasing the pleasure that overwhelmed you. Every nerve in your body was on fire as it raced through you and smothered every thought in your brain.

“Nice and hard,” you could tell by how he throbbed between your lips that Jack was getting close. “God, baby your tits looked so good. Bouncing for me while you creamed around my cock.”

The vibrator didn’t let you come down, keeping your orgasm pulsing through you. Your walls were still clenching and releasing and aching for him.

“And you felt so fucking good, looked so pretty wrapped around me,” he pulled you off of him, holding your face up by your hair while you gasped for breath. His other hand wrapped around his cock, jerking the length rapidly as he got close. “I just couldn’t help myself, had to – fuck, baby close your eyes – had to fill you up.”

Your eyes shut, mouth opening in anticipation of his release. 

“Yes, yes,” Jack groaned. His hand stilled, holding the base of his cock and pointing it at your face. “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

His whole body shuddered as the first few ropes erupted from him. They landed across your forehead and cheeks, dripping down and trickling into your mouth. The next few shots landed squarely on your tongue, timed perfectly with your third orgasm slamming into you. 

You whined, nails digging into his thighs as even more of his cum coated your face and lips. Your whole body was shaking with the waves of pleasure, each one burning through your veins, pushing you past the edge of pleasure and into pain.

“Jack,” you gasped, head dropping to lean against his thigh as you trembled. “Off, please.”

“Ok, ok,” he switched it off, your body relaxing as you were finally able to drag in a deep breath. “There you go. Relax. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

Jack shifted you off him, setting you down on the comforter. You listened as he got off the bed, hearing the snapping of his prosthetic being latched before he was striding off to the bathroom.

He was back quickly. A damp cloth ran over your face, cleaning up his cum and the drool that had slipped down your chin when you sucked him off.

“It’s safe to open your eyes, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, helping you sit up. “You ok?”

“I’m so good, Jack,” you smiled up at him, wincing when the deactivated vibrator pressed against your over sensitive clit.

“Let’s get this off,” his hands helped ease the panties down your legs, taking the toy with it and leaving you empty again. You laughed when his nose wrinkled slightly at the sight of the mess on the toy. A mixture of both of your fluids covered the silicon. “You need a bath.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

Jack smiled wide, reaching a hand out to help you stand.

“It’s all mine.”

[maimedcanine]

[berdyayeva]

It’s just me and my stupid clit against the fucking world

[goofybunnysblog]

Big shirt + no panties combo while she’s sitting on your lap so you have easy access to play with her pussy.

[ridgeflaw]

new cutie bra 💕

also dying at the way this showed up in my camera roll

[alliewrights]

Baby Mama

Parker Ellis x wife!reader

Summary: Parker didn’t think she wanted kids. That is, until she sees you holding one. Now all she can think about is putting a baby in you.

CW: smut, explicit sexual content, established relationship, domestic fluff, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), strap (r!receiving), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive language.

WC: 3.4k

A/N: I don’t even know what to say for myself here. It’s the middle of the night and I am clearly delirious.

➶❥➶❥➶

Parker never really wanted kids.

Don’t get her wrong, it wasn’t something she felt strongly about, at least not in the way some people do. She didn’t hate kids, she actually really liked them. But she also didn’t feel strongly about having them, you know, like the kind of people with lists of baby names saved on their phones and timelines mapped out before they’re thirty. If anything, it was something she could take or leave. A hypothetical version of herself might have wanted them. Or not.

When she came out, the question drifted even further away. Kids belonged to another script, one she wasn’t following anymore.

Then med school swallowed what little space was left. Residency devoured the rest. Long shifts, overnights on call, and the bone-deep exhaustion that lived inside her permanently didn’t leave room for hypotheticals. Parker’s future became clear: rotations completed, exams passed, hours survived.

And then she met you.

Right out of college, when everything was still provisional and bright-edged. You were easy in a way nothing else in her life was. No games, no drama, no need to explain the sharp corners of her personality or the long silences she slipped into after difficult shifts.

You wanted the same things she did: partnership, independence, a life built by yourselves instead of inherited. A small condo that felt like yours. Shared groceries. Late-night takeout on the floor because you couldn’t afford a dining room table fresh out of med school.

Kids weren’t a loss. They just weren’t part of the plan.

And Parker liked the plan.

Years later, she still does: the quiet routines you’ve built, the ease of moving around each other in the kitchen, the way you reach for her all the time without looking. The life you’ve built is full and exactly what she’s ever wanted.

Which is why the tightness of her chest now feels so unfamiliar.

The backyard is strung with warm lights and the low hum of conversation. Someone has a speaker playing music near the sliding glass door, the music loud enough to hear but soft enough to not bother the neighbors. Laughter rises in pockets around the patio – people playing cornhole, the easy laughter of people who have known each other since they were barely adults.

Her college friends have aged into themselves the same way she has. They’re softer around the edges without the stress that came with higher education. One of them is arguing about grilling technique, another is balancing a paper plate and a sweating beer while telling a story Parker has heard at least three times in the last few years. 

She should be listening.

Instead, she’s looking at you.

You stand near the patio, half-turned toward the house, bathed in the amber glow spilling from the kitchen windows. Someone has pressed a bundled weight into your arms, small and wrapped in a pale blanket, and you’d accepted without hesitation, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You don’t look uncomfortable, you’re not stiff or fumbling or awkward. 

You adjust, settling the baby against your chest as you sway without thinking to the beat of the music.

The baby’s fist curls into your shirt and you smile down at it, and Parker watches as you duck your head and your mouth moves as you say something to the baby with an animated expression on your face. 

“Careful,” a voice says from beside her. “You keep staring like that and people are gonna talk.”

Parker doesn’t look away from you as she responds, “I’m not staring.”

Tre chuckles quietly and bumps his shoulder against hers anyway. He’s holding two beers, handing one over to her without looking. 

“That’s my kid, Ellis,” he says. “You look like you’re planning a heist.”

Parker finally glances at him out of her peripheral. “Relax, I don’t even like kids.”

Tre snorts. “Yeah? Coulda fooled me.”

Across the yard, Hallie sets something on the patio table, keeping half an eye on you holding her baby the way all parents do – alert, and trying to hover without hovering. But she doesn’t move to take the baby back. You’ve gotten comfortable too easily, the sway of your body is absentminded and rhythmic.

Tre follows Parker’s line of sight to you.

“She looks real good with one, though,” he says casually. “A natural.”

The agreement leaves Parker before she can stop it. “Yeah,” she says softly.

Tre goes quiet. 

Parker feels it a second too late, the way it sounded. Intrigued instead of dismissive.

He turns his head slowly. “You two next?”

It’s meant as a joke, the same kind that’s been lobbed around her friend group for years. He isn’t the first to make jokes about Parker having kids. 

She opens her mouth to say something dry, something deflecting. Something that fits the version of her that her friends know and expect.

But then you laugh at something the baby does and the sound cuts through her like a wire pulled tight. 

The baby’s fist is still tangled in the front of your shirt, and your hand is spread instinctively over its back.

You look…

God, you look right. 

“C’mon,” Tre nudges her again with a laugh. “You’d be a scary PTA mom.”

Parker’s jaw sets. “I’d never survive the bake sales,” she mutters.

But she doesn’t say no.

Try studies her for another moment then tsks as he looks away, apparently satisfied with whatever it is he thinks he’s seen. 

“Hallie would lose her damn mind if she heard you even considering it,” he says. “She’s already planning playdates with babies that don’t even exist.”

Parker doesn’t answer because she isn’t thinking about playdates. She’s thinking about you, about the curve of your hands holding that baby, about the warmth in your face right now, about the way you adjust your stance without thinking to accommodate that baby.

About what you would look like –

She swallows hard.

No.

She takes a drink of her beer instead.

Across the yard, Hallie finally comes to reclaim her baby. You hand the bundle back with visible reluctance, but the smile lingering on your face. 

The rest of the party is a blur.

Parker answers questions on autopilot. She laughs in the right places, she corrects someone’s wildly inaccurate retelling of a college story, and nods through a half-baked debate about hospital administration policies with her med school friends.

But her attention keeps drifting to you.

To your hands when you gesture, to the way your shirt settles when you sit. To your stomach when you stretch.

Every time someone mentions the baby - sleeping schedules, daycare waitlists, pediatricians - something tightens in her chest instead of recoiling the way it used to.

She doesn’t understand it, nor does she try to. In fact, she tries not to think about it.

By the time you say your goodbyes, the sky is fully dark and the air has cooled.

You slip your hand into hers as you leave your friends’ house and she holds on tighter than usual.

The drive home is weirdly quiet. It’s not awkward or tense, or heavy, just…quiet.

The city lights smear across the windows as you drive. Parker sits in the passenger seat, her elbow braced against the window, clearly lost in thought. 

She hasn’t said much since you left.

You glance at her when you stop at a red, and she’s staring straight ahead.

“You okay?” you ask lightly.

“Yeah.”

Her answer comes too quick. You hum, unconvinced, and turn back to the road.

She’s been like this all evening, distracted and distant in a way that isn’t normal for her. At first you thought it was exhaustion, after all she works nights and she’s been up almost all day. But she doesn’t look tired, she looks like she’s thinking hard.

You catch her looking at you twice in the reflection of the glass. But not at your face, at something lower.

The light turns green and you start to go.

“You’ve been weird since the party,” you say softly. “Did something happen?”

There’s a long pause and she shifts in her seat. 

“No,” she says finally. “…but you looked real good tonight.”

When you pull into the driveway, the quiet is still just as noticeable.

Parker unbuckles her seatbelt but doesn’t get out of the car right away. The light in your kitchen that you always leave on glows from the second-story window and throws a warm cone of yellow light across the hood of the car.

You nudge her knee with yours. “C’mon, doctor.”

Inside, the air still smells a little like the candle you burned that morning. You kick off your shoes near the entryway, dropping your keys into the little ceramic bowl out of habit.

Usually, Parker would reach for you the second you were in the door. Maybe slide an arm around your waist, tug you in for a kiss. But instead, she lingers near the kitchen counter, her hands resting against the edge like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

You follow her into the kitchen and lean back against the island, watching her.

“Okay,” you say gently. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing.”

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Parker.”

You push off the island and step closer, caging her in against the opposite counter, you body pushed up against hers.

You tilt your head, studying her. “…was it the baby?”

Her shoulders tense up.

There it is.

Your eyes light up with recognition. “I knew it.”

She looks away from you.

“You’ve been weird since the baby,” you go on.

“I have not.”

“You have,” you insist, your hands settling on either side of her waist. “You went so quiet, you even stopped making fun of Tre. That alone was suspicious.”

“I make fun of Tre all the time.”

“Not tonight, you didn’t.”

She opens her mouth and then closes it again, still refusing to look at you.

You grin triumphantly. “Oh my god, it was the baby.”

“It was not the baby.”

You soften, your fingers digging gently into her shirt. “It’s not a crime to think babies are cute.”

Parker’s throat bobs as she swallows, her hands coming up to brush your arms just below your shoulders. Finally, she looks at you, but you watch in real time as her gaze travels from your face, down your neck, over your chest, and finally settles on your stomach. 

Your pulse kicks as you manage a, “What’s this about?”

She closes her eyes and exhales slowly through her nose, like she’s holding herself back from something. 

“It’s about you,” she says quietly. 

That shocks you.

“Me?”

One hand travels from your arm down to your side, before settling low on your abdomen. Her palm flat, the warmth from it heavy even through your shirt, fingers splayed just below your belly button.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Parker leans in until she’s right next to your ear.

“I care about you,” she mutters, “looking like that because of me.”

Oh.

The words are heavier than you’re used to hearing from her. There’s no teasing, no deflection. You feel it low in your belly.

“Are you serious?” you breathe.

Her thumb traces a slow, absent line just below your navel. 

“I can’t stop thinking about it.” Her gaze lifts to yours again, her usually warm brown eyes almost completely swallowed by black, pupils blown with lust. “About puttin’ a baby in you.”

“Parker,” you breathe, moving to stand next to her at the counter, though it doesn’t slow your heart rate back down.

Your deflection doesn’t go unnoticed. Parker’s lips part as her tongue darts out to wet them. 

“You like that?” she husks, watching you practically wither under her gaze as you do your best not to make eye contact with her. 

She moves to stand behind you and now it’s your turn, caged between her body at your back and the counter in front of you. Her hands find your hips and she pulls you back until your ass is flush with her.

“You want me to fill you up?” Her hand travels to your front, holding just under your navel again as she breathes into your ear, “You’d look so good swollen here with my baby.”

You let out a whine as your head tilts back and you grind against her. The heat in your belly has become a flame, her hands traveling over your waist, your hips, like she can already picture it. It’s not one-sided, either, Parker is pushing right back against you, her face buried in your hair just behind your ear, rubbing herself on your ass. 

“You wanna get me pregnant, Parker?”

She freezes behind you. 

Her hips stop moving, hands stop travelling, feet rooted to the floor as you can hear the little gasp she lets out.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, grinding back against her. “You’re gonna make me feel good, aren’t you? Gonna fill me up?”

That does it.

She moves so quick you don’t even register her hands popping the button of your jeans, only when she rips them down your body do you realize how fast she’s moving. With one hand between your shoulderblades, she practically shoves you down onto the counter, the other pulling your jeans and your panties down to your ankles. 

She drops to her knees without warning, burying her face in your pussy from behind. 

The yelp you let out at the sudden pleasure is loud and you’re grateful you have an entire floor to yourselves.

Parker drags her tongue from your clit to your hole, moaning as the taste of you floods her mouth. Her fingers dig into the sides of your thighs as her tongue alternates fucking into you and flicking at your clit and then repeating. 

“Fuck, Parker,” you cry out, your hand reaching back to fist the bun she’s tied her locs into. You know she’ll give you shit for it if you mess up her hair, but you couldn’t care less at this moment as you grind back onto her tongue. 

Her fingers trail up your inner thigh, slick gathering beneath them as she uses it to start circling your clit in tight little circles while her tongue pushes deep into you.

“God, fuck, P -” you choke on your own words as her tongue curls inside of you. “Gonna cum!”

Her mouth works overtime, licking and sucking like she’s starved for you, the circles her fingers were making becoming messy and desperate. 

The heat rises inside you, the burn of your release sending your mind reeling and when you come it’s messy – your thighs shaking desperately around Parker’s head as she pulls away from you, her face shining with your slick.

But she isn’t finished with you, a fact that she makes abundantly clear as she stands, arms wrapping around your middle and hauling you to your bedroom. She’s not gentle as she drops you to the bed haphazardly, and you scramble to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, desperate to feel her skin against yours.

Your wife strips herself of her own clothes, but you only have a second to appreciate the sharp lines of her body before she’s turned her back to you, digging in a drawer for the strap. She retrieves the harness and deep brown silicone and slips it on in record time, desperation apparent on her face as she climbs onto the bed over you. 

You hold out a hand to her sternum, stopping her. Confusion flashes across her face before you push her down onto her back instead. She nestles comfortably into the pillows, a dark little smirk on her face as you climb on top of her.

You grind down against the fake cock, letting your slit rub over it until the tip bumps your clit deliciously. 

Parker groans at the sight, gripping your hips with bruising strength and pulling you up just enough to position the tip at your entrance before slowly pulling you down onto her.

Your head tilts back and you let out a sound that’s half-moan, half-sigh. Despite how wet you are, the stretch is overwhelming, the foreplay not opening you up enough for the size of Parker’s strap. Still, you slide down carefully until you’re fully seated on her, your lips parted and breath heavy as you try your best to focus on adjusting to the size with patience you don’t have.

Once the sting gives way to the feeling of fullness, you start to move. Alternating between circles with your hips and fully sliding up and down along the silicone, you’re slow as you search for that spot inside you, the one Parker always seems to find so easily.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.”

Speaking of Parker, she lays below you, still holding onto your hips but not guiding you, letting you have full control. 

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you struggle to find it, feeling good but not good enough, not as good as Parker fucks you. You whine loudly, your hands kneading at Parker’s breasts below you even as she starts to lift her hips to meet yours, fucking up into you.

The moment she puts in the effort, the strap rams into that spot immediately and your vision nearly whites out. You cry out loudly, your hips beginning to cant back and forth as you find a rhythm that keeps the silicone nudging that spot over and over.

“Fuck!” you moan, head still thrown back as that coil begins to pull taught in your belly once more. “Put a baby in me, please, Parker -”

You hear the gasp from underneath you, and it’s followed by a harsh grip on your waist as Parker manages to flip the two of you over without sliding out of you. You land on your stomach and Parker shoves her pillow under your hips for leverage.

She grips your ass, spreading you wide to get a good view of the faux cock sliding in and out of your cunt before setting a brutal pace.

“Takin’ it so good, gonna fill this pussy up,” she pants, somehow managing to keep her pace up and talk at the same time. The sight is driving Parker feral, dirty words beginning to flow out of her mouth like water. “You’re gonna look so good all swollen and full of me.”

Her words send shivers up your spine, pussy clenching tightly around the strap as a white ring begins to form around the base every time she pulls out. 

“Gonna be the prettiest baby mama I’ve ever seen.” Parker accentuates her words with a sharp smack on your ass, the crack echoing through the room accompanied by your squeal.

Her hips begin to stutter, momentum faltering just a fraction. Her clit has been grinding against the bumpher relentlessly, driving her toward her own orgasm, and she’s practically doubled over you, trying to force an orgasm out of you before cumming herself. 

“C’mon, baby,” Parker pants, pulling you back to meet her thrusts. “You’re gonna cum for me one more time, and then I’m gonna fill this pussy up.”

The movement from being pulled back and forth has your clit rubbing against Parker’s pillow underneath you and the slick sounds coming from between your legs grow louder as she drills into you at an unrelenting pace. 

Your body begins to shake uncontrollably as you cum again and you can’t stop the broken “Oh my god!” that falls loudly from your lips.

Parker’s thrusts never falter, the pace brutal as she continues to fuck into you, chasing the feeling of the silicone against her clit. 

“Fuuuuuck, baby, right there,” she groans, her thrusts dissolving into grinding as she nears her own edge. “Gonna – put a baby in you -”

It doesn’t take long before her legs lock up as her own orgasm overtakes her, grinding into the bumpher and nudging the tip of the strap into that spot inside you as overstimulation rears its head. 

She hovers above you, catching her breath, before collapsing onto the bed next to you, her chest heaving with exertion. 

Her attention is caught when she hears your muffled voice coming from your face-down form next to her.

“What?”

You lift your head just enough for her to see your exhausted grin as you let out a weak chuckle, “Think it worked?”

Parker huffs a breathless laugh. 

“Ask me again in nine months.”

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