the second she steps into the bedroom, you know. the game didn’t go well. she’s still in her oversized jersey, hair a little messy from running her hands through it, frustration written all over her face. But when she looks at you- dolled up in your little nightgown, legs tucked under you, book in your hands, waiting so pretty- something shifts.
she exhales, slow. bows over, runs a hand down your thigh, eyes dark. “princess,” she murmurs, voice thick. “can I use you?”
your stomach flips. you know what she means.
you bite your lip and meet her gaze with blown out eyes. “please,” you whisper, setting your book aside. “want you to, baby.”
she groans, hauling you onto her lap, kissing you deep and messy. “always so fucking perfect for me,” she mutters, hands sliding under your nightgown, palming at your tits. „sitting here all dolled up, just waiting for me to take you apart, hmh?”
you nod,A whining into her mouth as she pulls you closer, making you grind against her. “knew you’d come,” you say breathlessly. “always do.”
“yeah? ‘cause you’re my good little bunny,” she breaths out, flips you onto your back, yanking your panties down. “all mine.”
and then she’s on her knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed, shoving your thighs apart.
“christ, baby,” she groans, eyes locked on you. “so wet already. so warm.” she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, another, breathing you in. “tastes so fucking good,” she murmurs before licking you up, slow and deep, groaning at the way you twitch under her tongue.
you whimper, hands tangling in her short hair, tugging her closer. she lets you, lets you guide her, moaning into you like the frustration made her starve for forever.
“fuck, princess,” she mutters against you, voice wrecked. “always so fucking sweet for me. letting me do whatever I want, letting me use you.”
“’m‘ yours,” you gasp, back arching. “all yours.” she groans, fingers sliding into you, pushing deep. “yeah, baby? gonna let me fuck you stupid?” you nod frantically, moaning as she curls her fingers, fucking into you hard, deep, the stretch making your eyes roll back. “oh my god- fuck- ” “that’s it, bunny,” she purrs, kissing your clit between words. “so good. so fucking good. so loose, taking me so well- ”
you sob, clenching around her fingers, legs shaking. she just laughs, breath hot against you. “needy little thing,” she murmurs. “can’t get enough, huh?”
and then she’s pulling back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes heavy-lidded as she climbs back on top of you.
“turn over, baby,” she murmurs, voice still thick with lust. “wanna take care of my pretty little wife.”
you whimper but obey, shivering as she presses kisses down your spine, dragging her strap between your slick folds. “gonna fuck you nice and deep, princess,” she whispers, lining up. “make you cum all over my cock. fill you up so good.” and then she’s sinking in, groaning at the way you squeeze around her, praising you the whole time- telling you how perfect you are, how beautiful, how you’re her best girl, her sweet little wife, her princess, her bunny.
and when it’s over, when you’re boneless and breathless, thighs shaking. she presses kisses all over your face, tucking you into her arms. “did so good for me, baby,” she murmured, stroking your hair. “so perfect.” you hum, nuzzling into her chest. “you’re not mad about the game anymore, right?” she laughs, squeezing you close. “nah,” she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “my princess always makes me feel better.”
