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AXLE | APEX LEGENDS
that's definitely her trophy now, sorry mirage
Face cards never decline
I love Apex Women.
So,,, the new legend,,,,
AXLE // ISA WEGNER.
GN! SFW GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HCS.
warnings: none. audience: gender neutral. word count: 1026.
a/n: first ever tumblr post. I write most of my stuff at three in the morning, so this is where I plan to dump shorter things that are too short for AO3. I don't expect this to get much attention in a relatively dead fandom, but asks are also open if people want to request specific headcanons... or have questions.
HCS BELOW THE CUT.
As long as possible, Isa would prefer to keep you far from her work, and especially from racing, as much as she loves the thrill of having a rival and someone to compete with. After Weaver passed, Isa felt a sense of disbelief that her rival had really passed away.
Since joining the Apex Games, that’s been her replacement for a thrill.
She wouldn’t want you to end up similar to her parents, with her father dying and her mother ending up depressed. Competing is an escape for her to punch her feelings into when she’s anxious or upset.
Lots of pride, you’ll drown in it. She’d risk any part of her body if it won her the game, trophy, badge, whatever.
Isa accepts any challenge and you’ll kinda just have to... deal with that, even if it’s dangerous and you don’t like it. Ping Pong, a race, a tabletop game, a literal bloodsport, she’d do it all.
She gets WAY too competitive about it.
Had added way too much force to her racket during a casual game of Ping Pong, sending the ball hurling towards a wall, ricocheting off, and trickshotting Mirage in the eye. He ended up with a black eye for a little while.
It’s good to pull her away sometimes, even if she does get annoyed about it.
Able to take care of herself of course, but obviously holds a toxic mindset towards competition.
Her pride can blind her from her partner’s feelings. It’s one of her red flag traits. Again, something you’ll have to just deal with. Talking about it is like mopping up water from a running tub. If your relationship is long term and you’ve known her for a while, she might ease up if you mention it.
Her big no is trying to keep her from the Apex Games though. When you first got into a relationship with her and even before that, Isa made it apparent that her work meant a lot to her. It’s what she lives for.
In a domestic setting, Isa is pretty bad at the normal things like cleaning. She can clean decently, but she will always complain about how tedious it is.
She only makes simple meals, but she’s able to make a lot more sophisticated meals if she puts her mind to it. She normally doesn’t bother. If it energizes her, then she’s alright.
Don’t even ask her about settling. She’s not a marriage person either. She doesn’t see a point in the label.
Not a kid person, but she’s still not awfully terrible at babysitting. Still, she shouldn’t be the number one pick to leave a child with.
She’s a sweet cuddler if she’s exhausted. She wouldn’t admit liking ANY warmth, and would probably bring out the stubborn, “I’m just resting my eyes, I work hard,” as she slowlllyyyy puts more weight on your shoulder... and suddenly begins a soft snore. It isn’t loud, but it’s easy to tell when she falls asleep and her breathing grows deeper.
Isa sleeps deeply, especially after the amount of energy she spends during the day. She sleeps like a rock.
Mumbles in her sleep.
But she gets very pissed if you somehow manage to wake her up.
In the mornings, she likes to wake up before you do and go for a run. She insists that it warms her up before she goes to compete.
Not fond of pet names unless they’re semi-degrading towards you. If you call her any pet name, especially in public, you’re not making it home safe, and not in the sexy way.
Her love language includes quality time and gift giving. Gifts let her have a way to remember you while she’s out and about, while quality time is something she wants to hold onto for as long as possible before it’s inevitably ripped away from her. She became more needy for it after her parents had been lost to Redline, but she doesn’t say that.
PDA is a no. She knows she’ll get teased, and she doesn’t have time for that.
If you want a kiss in private, she makes a game of it. Can you do this? Can you do that? Can you beat me in rock, paper, scissors?
She gets annoying about it too. Sometimes she might purposefully make things more difficult for you just to see your face puff up. She rewards you with a good peck, though. Her black lipstick is really hard to wipe off.
Holds things away from you for fun while encouraging you to try harder to get it back from her.
Doesn’t initiate hugs, but if you initiate them quick enough, she’ll let you cling to her for a few extra seconds.
She likes massages, specifically over her back muscles and trapezius.
Shockingly.. really good at art? Give her a marker and she marks your arm up with little doodles. She probably could’ve made it as a tattoo artist as well.
NEVER challenge her to air hockey. Your fingers will end up smashed and you’ll be lucky not to break them.
Can grill absolutely killer burgers and complain if you don’t know how and state that it’s a basic skill.
Definitely reeks of motor oil sometimes.
She keeps a workshop in the lowest part of the house for her attachments and dealing with her prosthetics. Will come up from time to time to grab a bite before slinking herself back down the stairs, spending most of her time in there. She doesn’t really let you in there, but if she does, she explicitly warns you not to touch anything.
Rarely will have bouts of phantom pain in her legs, but she won’t seek you out for it. She ranks a 2/10 on the communication scale.
If you cut yourself or get yourself minimally injured somehow, she isn’t the coddling type. For you, she’d help you wrap it up before telling you to stop complaining about it.
“Real winners don’t whine. Steh auf.”
Overall, kind of like a big, standoffish cat. You have to let her come to you first.
Don’t touch her unless she touches you first.
hiya , axle anon again . im happy with whatever :) as in I'll literally take any writing or content even if it's something small. there really isn't alot for her aha. if hcs are easier then I don't mind. nothing too crazy long if you don't want to. maybe with a shy reader ? im not very good at requests or anything so I am sorry if this is ramble-y
thank you again😄
AXLE // ISA WEGNER.
FEM! SHY! READER RELATIONSHIP NSFW HCS.
warnings: includes a written ficlet portion of being eaten out, power play, pinching, little pain play, heavy on face sitting, dacryphilia. audience: female reader. word count: 1195.
a/n: thank you for the request anon! trust me, this was a joy to write and I do not mind ramblers. In fact, I prefer them more than those who are vague in their requests. I added fem nsfw because you mentioned it previously. sorry if it seems ooc, I have little experience writing nsfw, my only perk is having lesbian thoughts.
HCS/FICLET BELOW THE CUT.
Isa isn’t really used to being around shy people. Redline had hammered people into being tough and competitive... so... she doesn't meet many people like you. Much less get into a relationship with someone who’s shy.
She might’ve overlooked you if you had been any quieter.
She’ll start calling you her “maus,” German for mouse, in and out of bed to mess with you. If you ask her to stop, she won’t. She likes reminding you of your place.
She’d actually enjoy a shy partner more than one that is like her. It's more fun for her to press a few buttons and embarrass you under her.
Isa is a total power dom whether you’re shy or not. She always wants to be more dominant than you no matter what position you two are in, as long as she’s in control of your pleasure.
She likes topping, though will bottom rarely. But that doesn’t mean you’re actually in control.
Generally is more of a receiver in the beginning, but gradually becomes more into a giver.
Tit person all the way. She likes to grab and squeeze them, pinching your nipple whenever she feels like it. She’ll do it randomly to keep you on your toes, or to remind you to stay focused. The more sensitive you are to that, the better.
Likes to pinch in general, whatever skin she’s touching. She uses it to teach you what she likes and how she wants you to act.
Isa enjoys the learning process of you. A lot.
She isn’t really into anything too pain related besides pinching, but she naturally has a strong grip, and it often leaves bruises wherever she's holding. So, she leaves marks no matter what.
She’s normally not one for any public displays at all, but if bruises make you nervous to go out in public with, she might double down and leave more, as long as it doesn’t lower her own reputation.
If she’s feeling playful with you, she likes to deny or edge your orgasm to make you work for it.
I.e., Begging. Good luck staying shy.
Doesn’t appreciate being ordered around. She’s cocky out of her mind.
She’ll make you thank her afterwards, but her aftercare is decent. She offers water and lingers for a little while.
Really good (mostly) at hiding her desires from you and can hold herself back for weeks. If being shy means you’re scared to bring up your sexual drive or what you want, she’ll literally make you wait until you grow desperate enough and tell her, because she knows she won’t be the first.
She takes vocal cues as affirmations that she’s doing you right. She doesn’t like you being shy in her bed because she’ll want noise out of you. Being quiet with her means you aren’t appreciating her efforts.
100% into power play.
Uses that finger-tongue combo when she’s eating out and will more than likely shove those fingers in your mouth afterwards.
Likes to overstimulate just because it gives her a reason to tease you.
She likes to see you cry.
Likes thigh riding, but only if you’re the one on her thigh. The wheel on her knee does wonders.
Heavy tongue usage. She likes going down on you, especially if you’re shy about physical affection in private as well.
Face sitting, liking to receive pleasure rather than give, but she likes it either way. Will pull on your hair.
The type to hold your thighs open or drag you back towards her if you try shutting them on her out of embarrassment, then complain that you can’t stay still for a “measly few seconds” while she has her fill of you. Her strength is nothing to play around with either.
“Where are you going? I didn’t tell you to chicken out. Stay.”
Isa’s hands palmed your bare buttocks to keep you from scooting any further into the headboard, yanking your body towards herself with enough force to elicit a sharp slap throughout the air where you connected to her lower abdomen. Redness bloomed over your skin in shapes suspiciously similar to her hands.
Her arms hooked around your thighs, fingertips pressuring the bare skin and forming the remnants of light bruising. “Now, sit still. You'll thank me, maus.”
She didn’t let you stutter. She was too busy craning her head to lick a long stripe from the base of your pussy, up to the nub of your clit where she readjusted to a brief suction between her lips. Her right hand's fingers now rifled through your folds, gathering moisture to now rub against your clit instead, while her tongue drifted towards your entrance.
Almost immediately, the urge to grip onto her hair was high. This daring technique had caused your hips to buck involuntarily towards her face, eyes glancing upward for a moment before her nose nuzzled back into your pelvis where she made herself at home. Fingers dashed to grasp her hair the second her tongue entered your pussy, greedily pulling her head towards yourself in a strangled moan.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Isa lifted her head, her breath dangerously warm over your slit, “off.”
Isa’s left, which had been occupying the front of your thigh to hold you, suddenly pinched, your hand now obediently lifting with the shot of pain. Mild, of course.
“Over your head, not your mouth, your head,” she commanded, and once you obliged, she rewarded you with another swirl of her tongue over your pussy. Your moans were only fueling her drive.
Heat was coiling rapidly in your lower stomach. Your thigh muscles contracted violently, unable to kick them out or relieve them with the way Isa was pressing down on you with her body, tongue curling upwards into that familiar spongey spot inside of you, forcing a cry. She didn’t relent once she discovered your weakness, juices spilling from her lips as she devoured you from below. You never thought she'd be this good at it.
Her fingers relocated from your clit, now side by side with her tongue to scissor inside you with two fingers, stretching your walls out deliciously and drilling them inside of your wet pussy to your pleasure. The pressure was building embarrassingly fast until your body finally reached its limit, walls clenching--desperate to keep Isa’s fingers and tongue drenched inside of you. You clung to her like a vise, your hips bucking violently into her mouth as she helped you ride out that sweet pleasure over her tongue. Her mouth only halted once you grew too squirmy for her taste, retracting her slick fingers from your pussy and sitting up on her knees.
“I think we should open that mouth up of yours.”
Isa’s palm took your chin, keeping you in her grasp as she guided her messy fingers towards your mouth, coaxing you to open up and taste yourself. You were eager to take her fingers, despite it being unexpected. Your tongue obediently spiraled her digits, swallowing before she slowly withdrew.
“I’d even say you did well for something so mute, maus.”
Isa praised, before promptly handing you a bottle of water.
“Take your rest.”
Could you maybe write an axle x fem reader please ? Ive been really fixtated lately on axle and barely anyone writes for her, so when I came across your blog, I was really happy. Is it okay if the scene is their first time together in bed, like what would happen ? It could be headcanons or a scene whatever works for you. Sorry if its too specific.
AXLE // ISA WEGNER.
“JEALOUS, MUCH?”
summary: After a hard earned win, Isa is burdened by sponsors and fans alike. Upon returning, Isa gets ticked off by Mad Maggie’s audacious approach of you, determined to show you a different kind of domination and test your limits with your first time in bed with her. relationship: Axle x FEM! Reader NSFW warnings: eating out, power dynamics, fingering, thigh riding, domination, use of the nickname “mistress.” word count: 3445.
a/n: hello anon, please never apologize for being too specific. In fact, I should be apologizing. I’ve rewritten this three times with at least two tears shed and I still think it’s awful. please try to enjoy. I’m very sorry in advance.
FIC BELOW THE CUT.
“I will push you to the brink of madness. Should be fun.” Your girlfriend’s ending quote had left a strange taste in your mouth since she uttered them just hours ago. It had been fleeting, something you didn’t expect her to say after she’d just stepped off the podium that had promoted her latest win and poured into bets across the Outlands, overrun with fans and sponsors who wanted a chance to speak to one of the coolest Apex Legends under the spotlight right now. You still didn’t know what those words meant. Even the tone confused you. You suppose you were lucky not to have to face off against her in the ring. You weren’t a Legend. Isa had her way with words. They clung to people like barnacles wherever she went, wherever she competed. They had an effect that was hard to ignore on her competitors, her judgement always seeming to slam into someone’s chest a lot harder. Maybe it was her fire. Maybe it was her energy. There was just a ferocity about the racer. It invoked a carnal instinct within you that was anything but easy to swat away, the ache that grew between your legs each time you thought about her. It didn’t help that thinking about her only made you more aroused. You’ve never even slept with her before. Why does she make you feel this way?
And so suddenly… — Sighing softly, you drifted your eyes from your phone, clicking the longer “OFF” button to darken the screen to a dim and placing it flat on the wooden bar in front of you where you’d been drawn to pass the time while Isa was gone. Your legs shifted on the stool, one idly bouncing as you tried to collect your bearings. Where even was Isa? Probably cooped up with sponsors, you assumed. She left fairly quickly. “Ay! I ain’t seen ya in a while! Where ya been, eh?” A toned hand suddenly finds itself on your shoulder, nearly making you jump out your seat. The volume also made you wince. Who even has the audacity to be so loud? Being surrounded by boisterous Legends with booming voices was something you haven’t gotten used to yet. “Ha—jeez. I didn’t mean to give ya that big of a scare. Ya look ready to poop your pants!” Turning to face the audacious noisemaker, you find yourself eye-to-eye with Salvo’s infamous Warlord. You had to suppress a tiny gulp from being so close, your body instinctively trying to make yourself a little smaller. Your eagerness to say something died down just as quickly as it built. Her hand was still perched on your shoulder, her fingers curling into the flesh even through your shirt. “I’ve been—uh. Um. Around,” you responded, now hesitant to break the eye contact you unwillingly made already. Having an important connection to an Apex Legend like Isa gave you access to the normally restricted Legend’s common areas, so naturally, you were bound to meet some other Legends. Some were used to seeing you, Maggie being one of them. She had recently garnered an interest for you ever since she found out about your relationship, much to your chagrin. You’d be lying if you said she didn’t scare you. Especially without anyone else around. “Around? Yeah, yeah…“ Maggie turns her head, looking around for a moment, maybe looking for someone, before settling back on you, her hand slowly sliding off your shoulder. She carelessly plunged into the seat beside you, swinging her arm over the rear of the stool as she continued. “Where’s that hoon of yours? Thought you were attached by the hip. Would need bloody surgery to take ya apart.” “Hoon?” “Axle. Hoon. Same thing. Why she ain’t with ya?” Maggie corrected, though partially. You had no clue where Maggie got some of her nicknames. You weren’t going to question the whole “egg” thing either. “Got a drink with her name on it.” “She’s… busy. Probably with sponsors and stuff. The usual stuff after a team wins,” your eyes finally averted, staring down into the bar table. You were too socially awkward for this. Maggie was scary. Your fingertips tightened around your phone’s case.
“What’s with ya and that hoon anyway?” You actually weren’t too sure what made you so special, even now. You didn’t know why Isa decided to pluck you from the overflowing crowd that would do anything just to lick her boots. And yet here you were. You didn’t expect to be asked about it, though. About your relationship. To Maggie, you basically tamed a wild Prowler. And that made you a dot on her radar. “Well?—“ “That’s enough.” A familiar, heavier accented voice radiated through the room, and you exhaled slowly. Maggie abruptly swung her feet onto the polished flooring of the commons area, a sharp grin striking its way across her face as she laid eyes on the racer now standing beside you. Others were filtering into the room as well, some focused on the altercation. “Well, well. Were ya takin’ a nap? Was looking for ya…” “You found me. You can speak to me now,” Isa bit, curtly. You were now practically sandwiched between two women on either side of your stool. And Salvonians, too. This is what you got for trying to relax. “I was hopin’ to down a few drinks with ya, but it looks like to me that you’ve got other plans. What’s got ya all twisted up today?” Maggie caught the bit of venom tainted in Isa’s tone. “Didn’t ya win?” “Nothing. You mind your business.” You suddenly felt a strong grip fall against your already bruised shoulder, the same inches of skin where Maggie had snatched you by earlier. Magenta tinted nails then slid to curl around the back of your collar, tugging you slightly off the chair like a kitten by its scruff. Isa seemed more than insistent for you to get up. Maggie didn’t miss it. “Like I said,” Maggie shrugged, snorting, “other plans. Goin’ too soft for someone with Salvo’s boilin’ blood. Still gonna honor me with a drink when you’re done with whatever this is?” Maggie asked, outstretching her pointer finger to circle around and gesture to Isa as a whole. “I do not like repeating myself. Buy yourself a drink if you have to,” Isa pulled tighter on the back of your collar whilst simultaneously waving Maggie’s finger out of her face, and you were more than happy to obey. She had a flair you didn’t want to fuck around with right now. Your shoes stumbled to a squeak onto the floor, your back colliding with Isa’s chest. She was dragging you away before Maggie could catch her. “Oh, wow. Even you know drinkin’ by ya-self ain’t no fun. I’ll be in the lounge once ya get the stick out ya ass!” Maggie called out, though her voice faded as Isa turned into the hallway, you in hand. Even out of sight, Isa didn’t release you yet. It was only until you reached the hallway of the Legend’s quarters did she let go of your collar, and you stumbled into the bleached wall beside you. Looking back up, you turned to face her. Orrrr.. maybe not. She looks incredibly intimidating right now. You swallowed a noticeably large lump in your throat, peeping something small. “What was that for, Isa? Her and I weren’t—“ “That’s not the point. Keep your excuses to yourself,” Isa replied, placing her hands on her sides in her usual form. “I do not care what you were saying to her. You don’t do it again. I have told you this before, and you continue not to listen. Understand?” Oh, jeez. She really was in some sort of mood. You just nodded, your back pressing against the white wall. Thankfully, nobody else was around to see you get scolded. But this new streak of aggression was making you a little more wet than you’d like to admit. “I asked you something, I don’t remember asking you to nod at me. Properly this time,” Isa raised an unimpressed brow, her lip quirking in irritation. Her hand snaked to curl her fingers around your upper arm. You knew better than to go against her wishes. “I understand.”
“Good. Follow me,” Isa suddenly turned around to continue walking down the hallway, her hold on your arm tightening as she kept you walking alongside her with a sharp tug. It felt like she was planning to dislocate your arm. You didn’t seem to have a choice whether you wanted to follow her or not. The warmth of her palm felt like a surge of energy—a heat that plunged right between your legs and spiraled through the twists of your guts. That feeling still clung to you, only amplified by her mean mood. Reaching her door, the distinguishing name plate above the frame gleamed under the aggressive beating of the overhead fluorescents. She pushed you aside to place her palm onto the rectangular biometrics screen, it transforming into a steady blue in the midst of scanning her print. “You remember what I said to you?” Isa inquired, her sharp eyes now darting to yours. Her tone now changed from firm to blank, your mind contorting itself upside down and around in an attempt to read what she was feeling. Normally you were decent. “Huh?” “What I said. Did you not listen?” So, you’re fucked. “I… was. I just don’t remember,” you replied with a hint of shyness, noticing the door now flickering green, hissing open to reveal her room. You had a twinge of relief, thinking she’d maybe step inside and give you a moment of time to think, but she didn’t. She stared at you. “I told you I’d push you. That’s what I said. So you weren’t serious about listening. Okay,” Isa paused to sigh, flicking her chin towards the entrance. “In. Go.” Isa hooked her wrist around your arm again, dragging you inside her room. You saw the light flicker out from the hallway once the door hissed shut again, leaving you two confined. Isa’s room was a mix of black and violet, with several awards on the wall and.. houseplants? Her room was pretty dark, but bright enough to see something. You were promptly thrusted backwards onto her bed, your butt making contact with her previously made blanket, scrunching it up. She stood over you, clearly displeased despite it not being your fault. Isa’s hand darted to your chin, digging her nails into the softness of you. You winced with the sting of contact. Heat pooled feverishly in your lower stomach. You really fucking wanted her. Now you were panicking, from excitement or fear, you weren’t sure. Your words tumbled from your mouth like a landslide, as if you had no control over yourself. “I feel like you’re going to make a habit of disobeying me. Are you?” Isa muttered, almost bored. As if this was some sort of inconvenience. “No—no—of course n—“ “Of course not, what?” Isa interrupted instantly. Her strength grew under your jaw, the projected redness now bound to bloom. “Of course—uh—“ “Of course not, mistress,” Isa corrected finally, pushing you back and releasing her firm hold on your aching jaw. “Correctly, now.” Your hands clutched the sheets below you, your lips stutter for a moment. They froze for one moment then opened after another. You couldn’t believe you were doing this shit. You were not calling her your mistress—
“Of course not, mistress…” “Ah, better. Keep this up,” Isa finally nodded, satisfied. She placed her hands on either side of your head, pulling herself onto the bed and over your hips. She used her left to hold herself up, bringing her right towards her mouth and sinking her teeth into the fabric of her glove to take it off, tossing it onto the nightstand. A few burns littered her wrist, something your eyes locked into immediately. “Eyes on me, not there,” Isa corrected once again as she caught you staring, taking this opportunity to act as a teacher. She nudged your chin up again, forcing you to make eye contact with her. “You will try and stay good for me. Can you do that? Or are you incapable?” Those words shot through your body again, a throb now resonating through your lower half. Shit. Your underwear was getting soaked by the second, your heartbeat racing faster than it had before. “I—I’m capable,” you nodded once again, clearly expressing your excitement. You took her glare with another gulp, clearing your throat. “… mistress.” You couldn’t help the way your thighs rubbed together, despite being confined in your pants, it still provided some stimulation to your needy body. You were halted by the rough push and insertion of her prosthetic between them, the wheel poking the seam. The sudden pressure over your crotch made your hips jerk onto it, eager to chase the feeling. Isa’s palm suddenly pressed onto your lower stomach disapprovingly, enough to stop you. “Nein. I will not tell you again. You receive what I give.” Her knee rifled over your clothed, wet pussy, eager to make a mess of you before your pants came off. You let out a strangled yet needy whine, a soft moaning escaping your lips as her free hand returned to your collar, the pull only making you hornier. “I want this off. All of it. Go,” Isa demanded, releasing you again to watch you. You immediately got to work with taking off your shirt, the cold breeze of the air conditioning erecting goosebumps where it assaulted your skin, but you were sure it would heat up quickly. You threw your shirt onto the other side of the bed. “Bra,” she gestured, rewarding you with another firm few circles with her knee along your covered pussy. The texture was fucking amazing, but you bit back a moan in an attempt to make yourself seem under control. Your hips betrayed you with a sudden stutter along the plastic. You reached back for the clasp of your bra expertly, ignoring the wave of pain in your shoulder from that earlier bruising. You removed the cotton, dropping the strings down your arms and letting your breasts fall free, nipples already pebbled. Isa gave you a quick pinch over one, making you yelp. Your clit twitched as she pushed her prosthetic into it. “Good. Getting antsy?” She had some nerve to ask you that. But she shifted to use both of her hands to work you, rolling your nipples between her fingers. Your palms twitched you grab her.
“Yes, mistress…” you muttered meekly. Of course, you wanted so much more. “Fine. Get down, on your knees. Do not waste time,” Isa’s hands hooked around your thighs, pulling you back towards her and partially onto her lap for a moment, before settling you on the ground where you sat by her legs. Her fingers bunched into your hair, dragging you forward until your cheek was able to rest on her inner thigh. She spread her legs to accommodate you, still sat high on the mattress like your queen, and you were just the puppy. The racer sat back slightly, staring down at you. You really were like a pet for her to teach to do tricks. “Undo me. Hurry,” the racer muttered monotonously. You nodded once again, your shaky hands attaching themselves onto Isa’s belt, the cold metal a sharp contrast to your overheating skin. You flicked the metal prong, sliding the leather strap from the loops. She made it graciously easier on you by lifting her weight, letting you pull her pants down easier. “You know what your tongue is for. Go on,” Isa suddenly encouraged, spreading her thighs further and letting your fingers slide beneath her dark underwear, already plagued with a dark spot, pulling until it pooled at her ankles. “Do not make me wait. Then, you might get your reward. But do well for me first.” Hesitantly tracing her thighs, you held on carefully. You’ve never eaten someone out before, but another impatient tug on your hair brought you closer. You flicked out your tongue for a small kitten lick of her clit. She groaned, more frustrated. “Unless you want nothing at all, then I suggest you pick up the pace,” Isa huffed, now cursed with want. Swelling with more confidence, your hands wrapped around Isa’s hips, keeping her in reach as your tongue stuck out of your mouth, sloppily licking around her wet slit, nose lightly nestled into her pelvis and giving it a tiny nuzzle. The racer hissed with her thighs growing more tense around you with the tongue of your moist tongue. Isa instinctively pressed your head more firmly between her legs, and your mouth hitched onto her clit instead, visibly pulsing with need. Your lips wrapped around to suck her off, the tip of your tongue swirling around that bud of pleasure locked inside your mouth. She let out a soft moan this time and moved to cradle the back of your head, those sounds so very foreign to your ears. It encouraged you to go even farther. Your eyes peeked open to look up at her, seeing her visibly blissed out as you ate her out. The bucking of her hips and increasing volume warned you how utterly close she was getting to spilling in your mouth. Her soft moans were fuel to the fire, burning the flame of pleasure inside of you even brighter.
You lapped her juices anyway, eager to please your mistress for granting you this opportunity. You used the wetness of her pussy to slide your tongue inside of her, humming at the moist walls you felt around your tongue. You dragged your tongue back up her slit before suckling back on her clit. It was what ultimately pushed her off the edge. “Ah! Ah—mm—off. Off!” Isa jerked, her toned abdomen sucking in as she pulled you away from her with urgency. Your cheek rested on her inner thigh momentarily, wiping your mouth as you admired her. You’d say you did pretty good for a first timer. “Up. Up, now,” Isa demanded once she caught her breath, hoisting you onto her lap where she now found her hands on your waistband. You were still so incredibly wet under all these layers. She made hasty work of peeling them off, leaving you completely bare on her lap. She exhaled shakily from that earlier strain, a hand resting on your butt. Her cheeks radiated a small, pinkish tint. She pinched your nipple absurdly hard this time to earn her a satisfying yelp, kickstarting your pleasure once again. Her free hand wandered between your thighs, her knuckles brushing against your oversensitive clit. She slid her thumb across the wetness of your leaking pussy, collecting enough moisture to comfortably rub your clit with the pad of her thumb. She swallowed your moans before you even had the chance to silence them. She plunged her tongue into your mouth immediately, fighting you for dominance while she massaged your aching clit. A moan escaped you, leading her to finally stroke the length from the top of your slit to the bottom with her fingers, slipping two of them inside without warning. You took them very easily, a testament to how fucking greedy you were right now. She spread those two inside of you, stroking your sensitive walls until she finds that small, familiar button. She slid her fingers over your g-spot repeatedly like a small jackhammer, smirking against your mouth as you crumbled on her thighs. Your whimpers grew more frequent, more buzzing against her dominant tongue. You were definitely going to finish soon. Embarrassingly sooner than you would’ve liked. She took that opportunity to kiss you deeper, drool barely slipping from your mouth as she finger fucked your pussy a little harder, hitting the spot that made you feel like jelly. Her movements made it difficult for you to sit up properly, and you broke apart from her for a moment, moaning embarrassingly high as you finally spasmed against her digits, rocking desperately against her until you fell against her chest. “You’re embarrassing,” Isa finally spoke, slowly reeling her fingers back with a small shlick sound, both hands cradling your hips. She patted them somewhat sympathetically, aware that you’d probably be kept from walking for a little while. And someone probably heard you during all that. “Aren’t you going to thank me?” Her words made your eyes crack back open against her shoulder, leaning on sore legs. “Thank you? Oh—uh..” “For teaching you your limits. Dominating you.” “Uh—yes. Thank you.. mistress..”