Heyyy can you please write a dovesso x reader threesome?? thank you, your work is amazing. Love ya. Hope you're having a great day
Heyyy, @principal-weems09 !! Ofc, I’d love to write this 🥰 + @delisasdf ‘s request—Could you maybe please do 2 and 54 with Lesso ?:))
Mommy & Wifey Cure Panic ~Dovesso xFem Professor!Reader
Reader is struggling with chronic panic attacks, and Dovesso comes to the rescue. PSA:(By no means implying that sex actually cures panic attacks, do not take this as a recommendation/cure/answer!!!)
#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”
#54. “You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, panic attacks, lots of angst in beginning, strap fucking, eating out, fingering, face sitting, more implied smut, teasing, mommy kink, etc.
You woke with the same dread and panic as the nights previous.
With a dejected sigh, you sat up, feeling your breathing was shallow and your head was swimming.
You walked to your closet to find clothes for the day.
On these types of days, you put on whatever the hell was most accessible to you.
Your heart was racing and pounding in your ears.
You had had panic attacks all throughout your life, but in recent years, they had turned chronic.
You grabbed your work that you had fallen asleep to and made your way to your classroom, deciding to get again skip breakfast.
You walked down the corridors until your were met with the door to your class.
Your mind was reeling as it did when you had these chronic episodes.
You entered your room with a turn and click of the key.
You entered and closed the door behind you.
Just another day to survive you thought to yourself…
With a heavy sigh, you placed your things on your desk.
You plopped down on your chair and went to open and start your work.
But you had gotten used to it.
There was no use fighting it.
So you worked through the early morning hours including breakfast, until your first class of the day.
As the students walked in, you could already feel your exhaustion and extreme fatigue kicking in for the day.
Your classes went by in the slow fashion that they usually do.
You enjoyed teaching but it was difficult to say the least during your episodes.
Eventually, your lunch break rolled around.
The last class left, excited to get to lunch, leaving you in your room.
You had a habit of skipping lunch too and you were not breaking that today.
Not when you could barely walk around your classroom without feeling faint.
But today, something odd occurred…
A small sheet of calligraphy paper was slipped under you door during your lunch break.
You got up and went to go inspect the paper.
Lesso and I are worried about you, love.
Meet us in the courtyard after dinner.
Great, another thing for you to worry about.
You were curious as to what was going to happen…
Your classes up till dinner went just as slow as every class before them.
Honestly, you were drowning.
Every class going by filled your lungs with more water.
Finally, dinner came around.
By now, you were starving, so you beelined to the dining hall.
You sat in your usual corner spot on the staff table, and you wolfed down your food.
Partially because you were so hungry…
Partially because you wanted to get out of the dining hall as soon as possible…
And partially because of your nerves for your meeting in the courtyard later…
The second you finished you meal, you were out of the hall.
No one had a chance of making any sort of conversation with you.
You were in the courtyard in no time, and by no surprise, you had beaten Clarissa and Lesso there.
You sat on the edge of a rock, fidgeting with your shirt collar, when you eventually heard Lesso’s signature cane coming your way.
You stood up, finding the two deans walking up to meet you.
“Hi.” was all you managed.
“Hello, dear.” Clarissa lovingly greeted you.
“What did you want to talk about? And why did it have to be out here?” You nervously asked.
“It’s sensitive…” Lesso spoke, “and not of a professional matter.”
Clarissa stepped in for Larissa to expand, “We’re worried about you, love… It’s clear your not doing okay, and we want to help.”
“What makes you think you can help me?”
Lesso chuckled at your directness, “We have a proposal.”
“I think you could use a good fucking, but Clarissa thinks I’d be too harsh, so we agreed we’d both do it.”
“We are offering to take care of you for the night.” Clarissa gently said.
A tear escaped your eyes.
“Oh see, Lesso, you made her cry!” Clarissa scolded her red headed partner.
“I, wait no!” You tried to correct Clarissa, causing both of them to look back at you, “I just… I’ve never had anyone offer that… offer to help me, I mean…”
Both the deans hearts broke at your statement.
“Well then it’s decided.” Lesso stated, looking over to Clarissa and receiving the confirmation she needed.
Lesso then walked over to you, ghosting her lips over the shell of your ear, “Go upstairs to your room and be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts… we’ll follow you up in a minute.” she purred.
“I… Yes…” you stuttered, your face going flush red with blush.
“You can call me Mommy if you want too…” Lesso said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Your throat went dry at this.
“Yes mommy…” you whispered, before high tailing it back to your room.
The next morning while your legs were extremely wobbly from your late night activities, you were actually feeling far better.
Your chronic panic has gone away.
And all day, all you could think about was last night…
“Do you want mommy’s dick, pet?” Lesso taunted.
“Yes please please mommy want you inside me…!” You mewled, pulling against your restraints.
“Then be a good girl and let Clarissa sit on our face…”
“Yes mommy GOD please mommy…!!”
“Oh Fuck, love I’m so close!” Clarissa moaned, she ground her cunt against yours.
You bucked your hips up to meet hers in need, “God fuck me, right there Clarissa!!” You cried out.
“Awww, is mommy’s pet about to cum…?” Lesso taunted while latching her tongue onto one of your nipples making you cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s it baby, right there…!” Lesso moaned out, as she sat in between your spread out legs, while Clarissa lapped up her juices and tongue fucked her cunt.
You moaned out in lust and need at the sight unfolding in front of you.
Lesso chuckled, “Is someone turned on by watching mommy, hmmm?”
“Yes! Please mommy need you, need you so so bad!!” You begged the red head.
To your great pleasure, Lesso used her spare hand (the one that wasn’t pushing Clarissa’s head impossibly closer to Lesso’s cunt) to tease your entrance, and then thrust two fingers inside your aching cunt.
“Fuck yes mommy please don’t stop!!” You cried out, as she rutted her fingers inside you…
You were happy to say that you never had a panic attack that bad since that day.
