pegging whiny sub!gareth PLEASE
dear lord we’re literally the same person.
warnings: sub!gareth/dom!reader, whiny subspace gareth, pegging, mommy kink, harsh dom reader, female reader, spanking, etc etc
the color system is used.
“Green! Please keep going,” Gareth breaks character for a second to tell you how he’s feeling in the moment. He scoots up farther and arches his back a little more, giving you full access to his dark pink, bruised ass.
He’s bent over your lap, jeans and boxers discarded on the floor along with his shoes and flannel. He’s in his sweater and what’s left of his necklace, but it’s hanging on by a thread, almost fallen off into the floor several times by now.
It’s been a hard, hard day for Gareth. You know that much. He made a B- on another quiz and his mom got mad at him, so you’re fixing the problem the effective, safe way. The way that’s best for him. You’re being the mom that he needs, that he never got.
“Good boy,” you reply, lightly dragging your nails along the skin of his ass before bringing your hand up and harshly slapping it down against him again. He whimpers and bucks down against your thighs hard, clenching his legs together tightly. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminates his tear-stained cheeks enough for you to push his curls back and smile at him. “Alright, that was ten. You did so good for mommy,” you tell him.
As he sits up in your lap, you pull his legs around your waist and manage a glance away from his face and down to his leaking cock. A dark pink blush covers his cheeks and he looks away, but you only smile in return.
“Nothing to be ashamed about, pretty boy,” you reassure, leaning up to press a gentle his to his cheek, then his nose, then his forehead, and then his lips. “On your knees. Now.” He obeys, knowing what’s coming almost immediately.
“Mommy?” He asks, turning his head around to face you, “permission to speak?” And you nod, giving him permission. He hesitates for a second, not knowing how to properly word what he wants. He doesn’t want it to sound too demanding or too vague, he needs to get the point across but it can’t come out as anything other than a request—especially not a command. He’d get more spankings for that. “Can you…um…fuck me silly?” He asks, blushing again, darker than earlier.
You sort of know what he means, but you’re not sure if he knows what he’s asking for. He’s never had more than one orgasm in the same hour before, you’ve never overstimulated him. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Can you ask for it…with different wording?” You ask, running your hands through his gentle brown curls. He nods his head and clears his throat.
“Want you to get rid of everything that happened today,” he starts, arching a little more to show that he means it. “Go until I can’t think.” You understand what he means, you’re just not sure if he’s ready for it. You suppose that you’ll try it, though.
“Alright. You’ll tell me if it’s too far, right?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nods in reply. He’ll tell you when he gets to yellow and especially if he goes to red. Yellow is the slow down point, and red is like the safe word. Red means stop. He’s never gotten to red before.
“Alright, then I’m starting now, and I won’t stop until you say the word, okay?” You open the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pull out the lubricant, coating your fingers in the stuff and tracing the outside of his entrance. He nods and shoves his face into a pillow.
At first, you work through it very slowly. You start with just your middle finger, pushing in and out and twisting around inside of him, and then move on to two fingers. He occasionally lets out gentle gasps or whines that tell you to speed it up, but he mostly stays muffled by the pillows below him. He’s always been pretty quiet, which is not your favorite thing about him for sure.
By about the millionth time that you’ve pushed three of your fingers in and out of him, he finally breaks and lifts his head up to look at you from behind him. “Please,” he breathes out, noticeably glancing over at the bottom drawer of his dresser across the room. “Need it.”
You know what he means, but you want to tease him. “Need what?” You ask, smirking. He whines and buries his face again before answering.
“Your strap! Please, need it so bad,” he’s finally breaking enough to actually ask for it.
“Good boy,” you place a gentle his to his back, right above where your fingers are rapidly fucking into his ass, and pull off of him to go over to the bottom drawer as he whines and clenches around nothing. As you make your way back over with the item, he’s a whining, whimpering mess beneath you. All he’s done so far is seen the item and he can barely take that much. “Patience,” but you’re already strapping the thing on yourself and pushing the tip into his hole. He whines out loud at the stretch and grabs the pillows to steady himself.
“Hurts,” he whimpers, closing his eyes tight.
“I know it does, bud, but you can do it,” you urge on, pushing a little more of it into him. “Do it for mommy, baby.” You keep going, not really giving him enough time to get used to the size before you’re all the way in and he’s twitching below you. You pull out, rock back in, and repeat the same actions over and over again.
“Mommy…” his voice already sounds far off and outside of himself. He sounds far away or something. He doesn’t sound close to you. “Right there!” He’s suddenly shooting up and arching his back very quickly, gripping the bedsheets again and he loses his breath. He whines, curls his fingers around the sheets harder, and leans his head back in pleasure. You know you’ve hit the right spot. You pull out and harshly push back in, watching the effect it has on him. “Fuck! Yes!” His legs are shaking. He closes his eyes and his mouth falls open. The boy in front of you has went from an angry mess to a whining, whimpering, begging mess. He’s barely the same person that he was an hour ago. “Please! Please!” He’s begging, over and over again without stopping. He’s babbling beneath you, gripping at the bedsheets and laying his head down on the pillow to completely give up. He’s giving himself over to you, he’s yours. Yours to do whatever you want with his body.
“Such a good boy.” You pull back and slam your hips into him again, repeating the process quickly over and over again. Your hands meet his waist and you’re holding him up, he’s pretty much falling down onto the bed on his own. “Hold on, baby, you’re allowed to cum but I need you to stay up for me.” He obeys, pushing himself up onto his knees just as you feel his legs start to shake again. You don’t stop fucking him. In fact, you go even harder.
“Fuck! Fuck! Please, mommy!” He’s repeating, eyes rolling back in his head as he finally moves his hand down to stroke himself. You slap it away and pin his arms above his head with one of your hands, replacing his hand with your own. You harshly fuck your hand down onto his cock over and over until he’s spilling out below you, spreading his seed all over the sheets and your hand.
“Good boy, so so good for mommy, aren’t you?”
hope this is what you wanted ! :) requests are open !! I write for any characters!
