Screw You | Brie Larson
Summary; You have pissed Brie off by flirting with someone else, and so she reminds you that she is the only one that can make you feel so good.
Warnings; smut, use of strapon, angry Brie, degradation, Dom Brie, fwb relationship
There was no denying that the rage on Brie’s face was intimidating.
Whilst it brought focus to some of her stronger features, such as her jaw, and the angle of her brows, she still provoked worry down your spinal cord.
She could be ruthless when she wanted to, and you expected no less whence you bent over the arm of the couch without the order to do so.
You could hear her behind you, unbuckling her heavy belt.
It made you relieved that you had not chosen to wear such attire, instead, your body was clad in a skimpy little number, that had been fast to catch the attention of the blonde woman.
No, the two of you were not an item, instead, you were under an arrangement.
Pleasure for each of you was both the price and the reward, and neither of you had never complained about such regards, that was, until tonight.
That was when the argument had broken out, for she grew angry, and you were unable to see exactly why.
Until, at least now, as she traced your back that was clothed in thin material.
You felt Brie lean over the entirety of your hunched form, her lips right beside the ear that you claimed to hear best out of.
The whisper of her breath had your skin crawling as you awaited for the woman to do or say anything, rather than hover over your shoulder.
“You’re mine pretty girl, nobody else gets to feel this pussy.”
It was a statement, one that she had every intention of making you inclined to remember.
She pressed the tip of her strap against your underwear, before sliding the material layer to the side and out of the way. “Am I understood?”
Her hand that was free from handling herself was grasped onto your hip, giving it a squeeze as she easily slipped inside of you.
Brie sighed, content with how you mewled from the feel of her, trying to push back against her attached length.
“Yes, no one else is allowed to touch me.” You whined, shushing your face into the cushioning of the couch.
And with that, Brie began to fuck into you, making you drool against the furniture and blubber under her brutal pace.
She was relentless, using her feet to harshly lock onto the ground, and thrust up into your cunt.
A moan spilt from your chest as she continued her fucking of you, and reached her arm forwards to grip your hair.
“Little slut, aren’t you?”
The name had you sopping helplessly around her dick, it could be heard slushing with each of her thrusts.
“Your slut.” You breathed helplessly, your eyelids fluttering as they experienced the ecstasy that she evoked inside of you.
“That’s right baby.” She admitted, reaching around you with her spare hand, toying with your clit.
“My little slut.” She raised your head with her grip on your hair, pulling you up so that you were stood against her body.
Despite the change in position, she remained clutched in your walls, moving so that whimpers would slip through your supple lips.
“Yeah.” You whined, leaning your weight back against her own, allowing her to use you and bend you however she wished.
Her hand slipped from your bud to your thigh, grasping it and hoisting it backwards over her right leg.
It opened you up, reinforcing her thrusts so that they struck deeper within you.
Her hips gyrated each time she bottomed out, brushing the bare flesh that was encased around the strap to stroke against your ass.
“Cum for me, show me how much of a slut you are for me.”
Her order flowed straight down to your wrecked cunt, and within seconds, you came over her you.
A groan fell from your mouth as she slipped out of your pussy, tucking herself back in the complimenting and flared slacks that she had opted to wear tonight.
“Good girl.” She cooed, wrapping her arms around you as she placed you comfortably upon the sofa.
A hum of content fell from your lips as you closed your eyes and smiled.
“Stay right here, I’m gonna get you some water.” Her hand brushed across your forehead as she left for the kitchen.
She soon returned, a pleasant and satisfied smile upon her face as she watched you.
After you had taken a few gulps, you placed the glass atop of a coaster, shuffling towards her. “Again?” She asked, surprised.
“I am your slut, aren’t I?” A smirk riddled your face, a glint bearing behind your y/e/c irises.