Hello again:D I would like to request a Phasma x fem!reader fic if you're okay with it. I would like to see Phasma brings the reader to a nice place for dinner and bring her a little gift as a secret birthday surprise. And then the reader get drunk and Phasma brings her back home and eats her up. *whisper*super submissive reader please*whisper* Yeah cause I just love dom!Phasma so much<3 Sorry for my poor English, cause it's not my primary language. Thanks for reading my ask and have a nice day!
hey!! so, writing the reader as drunk if kinda…..iffy subject matter, y’know? so i’m gonna keep the ask EXACTLY the same, but minus drunk reader, ok? ‘cause it kinda seems like phasma is taking advantage of reader. and don’t worry about your english! it’s perfectly fine!
Phasma wouldn’t tell you what she was doing for your birthday. But then again, Phasma never told anyone anything. So when she simply told you to put on some nice clothes, you didn’t really question it. You knew she wouldn’t do anything to put you in danger or anything, you trusted your girlfriend.
It turned out she was taking you to an extremely nice place for dinner. At first you were nervous, afraid that you hadn’t dressed nicely enough, but Phasma just reassured you that anyone who said anything would answer to her. She surprised you during dinner with two airplane tickets, so the two of your could spend the holidays abroad, something she knew you’d always wanted to do.
Now, you’re both at home, and Phasma can’t keep her hands off of you. She’d slowly been working you up all night, with subtle touches here, a hand on your thigh there. She wanted to satisfy you tonight, and she knew just how to.
“I want you naked and on the bed in five minutes, love,” She tells you as she kisses your neck. She starts to lock the house up for the night as you scramble to your bed rooms. You’re undressed in record time. You sit on the bed, ankles crossed as she comes up the stairs. Phasma walks in and smiles softly when she sees you perk up for her.
“Such a good girl,” she coos, cupping your face wit her hand. You leans into the touch, eyes slipping closed. Phasma undresses, her silver dress slipping to the ground. She re-positions you to lay down, one hand lingering in between your legs, stroking your labia. “I want you to stay quiet, can you do that for me?”
You nod, one hand twisting in the sheets already, feeling yourself pulse between you legs. Phasma smiles when she slides between your lower lips. “Have you been waiting for me all night?”
You sigh heavily through your nose, suppressing a whine. A finger on your clit makes you tense. Phasma rubs slow circles around your clit as she looks down on you, pressing kisses here and there. It’s driving you crazy, your hips eager to move them against her fingers, two of them now in your cunt.
As Phasma passes your clit particularly rough, you make a sound. You freeze, knowing she’s heard you. She stops, fingers pausing in place. “Darling, you know what happens when you disobey me.”
You whine inwardly as Phasma gets up, rooting around in a drawer before coming back. She’s got a small egg vibrator in her hand, the wireless remote in the other. She puts some lube on the tip, settling it right between you labia, on your clit. “Since you’re so eager to make some noise, let’s see how many orgasms you can take before you’re begging me to stop, love.”
