a little longer for me?
“you’re irreplaceable…”
word count: 2.2k
tags: grace ashcroft x reader, top!Reader, bottom!Grace, grace is a pathetic subby, wlw, porn without plot, puppy play, baby talk, leashes and collars, mommy kink, breeding kink, strap ons, oral (g!Recieving all), overall strange kinks, FINGERSINMOUTHSYEAAAA
jemmaswriting on ao3 (not yet posted to ao3 :)
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i watched a long, thin arm outstretch towards me, hand practically pawing at my thigh with a whine. her face formed a pathetic pout, her eyes droopy and low. “mmm…”
i looked up from the book i was reading, still running the curve of my finger down the page before closing it. i toss the book somewhere across the bed, before sitting up to face grace. “what? what’s your problem?” i spoke mockingly, crossing my arms across my chest.
grace whined again, nudging me with the palm of her hand. “y/n…” i chuckle lowly at her tone, a smirk pulling at my lips as i placed my hand over graces. “now now…is that how you ask, puppy?” grace frowned, then recalibrated. she arched her back into more of a…downward dog position and made proper eye contact with me. what a sight to see. a thin torso hugged by the tight fabric of her tank top, toned shoulders with visible collarbones, and hips for miles. her voice was a mere whisper, a glimmer of confidence amongst the sheepishness. “p-please?”
“please what?” i teased, grabbing the edge of graces chin and tipping it up with gentle fingers. graces whined, squeezing her thighs together and attempting to form words. “t-touch me…?” my brows raised. she gave up easy. “there’s a good girl.” grace gave a soft smile at the praise, her eyes slightly hooded.
let’s not keep the lady waiting. at this hour, the moon had casted a soft glow through the window, making graces face all the more beautiful when she thumped back onto the bed, and i climbed onto her hips, straddling her with one knee on either side of her waist. just like that, a switch had been turned on. for the both of us.
grace had been repeatedly squeezing her thighs together, legs crossed at the ankles. no, no… that won’t do. i learned you don’t need to force them apart yourself. grace will listen to my command. “did i give you permission to touch yourself?” my eyes shot daggers into hers. “n-no maam…” she sheepishly pulled her legs apart, pulling her knees closer to her to hide the tremble in her thighs.
i give a satisfied hum, extending a hand towards this poor puppies face. she had sweat dripping in small beads from her temples, her cheeks hot and red. at this sight, i lean forward, opening my mouth and licking stripes across her skin to clean the sweat. grace gasps at the sticky, uncomfortable sensation, but she says nothing. i clean the sweat from her forehead, moving the glasses on top of her head to get the sweat on her eyes. when i finished, i admired the now dry grace…dry on her face, at least.
my hand meets her cheek again, tracing smooth skin under rough fingers. she locks her eyes directly onto mine, even though i wasn’t watching her whatsoever. my thumb made a path across her cheek, meeting the underside of her chin and tracing previous love bites on her neck, tender to the touch. my thumb resurfaced, finding graces lips.
i used my thumb to pull down on her bottom lip, but it seems she wasn’t taking the hint. “open for me, baby.” her jaw immediately drops. i laugh momentarily at her willingness, then slot my thumb between her lips. she takes it in eagerly, wrapping her lips around the digit and sliding her tongue on it. she sucked on it softly, her eyes flitting closed in complete trust. her hands lifted to my shoulders, squeezing the skin underneath like an anchor.
my thumb slid from her mouth, causing a whine to fall from her lips. i replaced that thumb with my middle and ring finger, which she took just as eagerly as the thumb. if anything, this was easier to work with. her tongue swirled around the two digits, working saliva on to and into them. i slid my fingers from her lips again, this time permanently. she whines quietly, but doesn’t dare complain about it further than that.
“ready to get these clothes off of you, pup? i know it’s sopping wet, and i bet it’s so uncomfortable…” i gave a mocking empathetic stare, a false sense of relief building in grace. she nodded frantically, unbuttoning her blouse with shaky, warm hands. her fingers sweat and her muscles twitched with every little further movement. i just sat back and watched as fabric fell from her skin. the little red button up that slid off her shoulders. work pants that were way too small on her, shifted out of and tossed aside. she found herself on her knees on the bed, unclamping her baby blue bra and tossing it onto a nearby chair. her underwear she hesitated with for a moment, before hooking her fingers underneath and lowering them. there was a faint wet patch on the bottom, which grace caught herself and grumbled in embarrassment before tossing the pair aside.
i bit my bottom lip. once she finished undressing, i did the same, my clothes in a rumpled pile beside me. graces mouth went dry as she stared. i climbed back onto the bed, instructing grace to lie back. leaning over her, my hand finds the bedside drawer. inside is a whole plethora of sex toys. whips, ropes, vibrators, and even some weird fuck machine we were yet to use. i found what i was looking for. a long, thick strap-on dildo, that grace could swear was pulsing, but that might just be the arousal talking.
i took my time putting on the toy, adjusting the harness and buckling everything up. once i was done, grace reached to turn the lamp off, instructing which i quickly leaned over to smack her hand away. “ah…no way. i want to see you.”
she whined, but albeit fell back into the pillows and let her legs drift open. she bit her bottom lip, hiding her face from my view. i let it pass, instead focusing on lining up the strap with her hole. the silicone slides past her exposed clit, grazing the oversensitive nub in a way that caused grace to bite down into her lip harder. once the toy was aligned, grace got no warning. it was slammed inside of her, forcing her body to accommodate to the size. i give a small smirk, pulling my hips back achingly slow just to get a reaction, then meeting her skin again in rapid succession.
my hands move to her hips, keeping her thighs well and spread as i fuck her. her legs wrap around my back, toes curling into me in attempt to both push me away and pull me closer. i use this new position to my advantage, ramming her quicker. each thrust is the same. a sharp slide inside of her, then a slow roll of the hips on exit, making her feel every bit of the strap inside of her pussy.
wet, squelching noises filled the room shortly. with each thrust, you can hear the squirm of her sopping cunt, arousal and sweat mingling then dripping down the toy. my pace picked up, hips snapping in and out repeatedly, shaking the headboard with each one. the neighbors probably hated us at this point.
i held that pace, ramming grace into the headboard, entire body moving with each rough thrust of the strap-on. thump. thump. thump. and within about five minutes of this, grace was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. my rhythm changed. the thrusts got shallower, throwing her off. she was about to whine before i cut her off.“beg. beg for me to fill you right up.” graces eyes widened, her voice a babbling mess. “p-please, mommy…fill me up…make me full…please..”
a harsh thrust. grace sobs. i speak louder. “you want me to get you pregnant, hm? make you a mother? you’d like that. getting off to the idea of me giving you a new responsibility.” my hand finds her stomach, tracing over the smooth tight skin that would stretch and ruin with pregnancy. (even if i can’t really get her pregnant.) i palm over her uterus, using my hand to apply pressure to the sensitive area.
she cries out, thrashing her head from side to side as she struggles. she just wanted to cum, not this weird humiliation ritual that i tortured her with. i slowly rocked against her, brushing the best spots inside of her that made grace throb. “cmon. you know you want to. beg for me to make you a mother.”
grace cries out but obliges, considering she really did want her to impregnate her. “fffuck…p-please make me cccum…fill me up just right…” she squeals at the deep thrust i give, head slamming back into the headboard. “mmmake me a mother…make me cccarry it to term, please…i dd-dddonntt give a fffuckk..” i give an impressed look. i start to fuck her faster, my own hips twitching just from watching her orgasm build.
grace is extremely close now, not quite cumming without my say. she lets out a string of desperate “please”’s and “let me cum”’s. i honestly pity her. this poor woman landed herself in a relationship where her whole world was flipped around. grace had always been quiet and kept to herself. i came along and exploited that to hell. fingering under the table, fucking on counters, and millions of sex toys she had to adjust to? she’s doing great for someone as straightforward as her.
i decide to give grace a bit of reprieve, and let her finish. “cum for me, baby…do it.” that’s all the approval grace needs. her body spasms, a loud moan ripping from her lips, and hips thrusting desperately in the air as she rides out her high. i help her through it, only slipping out of her once i see she’s lying boneless on our bed. “there’s a good girl…” im already unclipping the harness and chucking it somewhere across the room.
“what? you think we’re done? get off your back.” grace sat up immediately at my tone, still panting softly as she tries to catch her breath. her body is shivering, trembling as she sits up against the headboard with her legs still spread.
i move towards her in a crawling-like manner, finding my chin lowered onto her stomach. “aw, look atchu…” i coo, hand sliding to her waist and squeezing the smooth skin there. she twists in overstimulation at the pinches, but can’t move much under my hold. i make an ‘aww’ sound condescendingly. “little sensitive, huh, babygirl?” she nods frantically, still squirming just from my hot breath on her stomach. a grin slips from my lips, and i climb down her body, till my face is aligned with her pussy.
my hands come to either thigh, pushing them apart enough that her legs can rest on my shoulders. my face dives in, mouth meeting her clit and latching on. my tongue swirls around the sensitive bud and she mewls, squirming from my hold. “ggaaahh!!—“ she cries, hands desperately clawing at my hair.
i suddenly pause, and pull back. she gives an exasperated whine but silences herself soon after. i pause, then reach into the bedside drawer to pull out a thin leash. “even good little pups must be kept close by…” i mumble, attaching the collar to her neck, tight enough to choke, and take hold of the leash. my face returns to its previous spot, the smirk on my face growing, “not so tough now, hm?”
she sobs softly, giving me a little pouty face. i resume going down on her, tongue now lapping at her clit. she leans back, and i tug on the leash, forcing her to look at the mess she’s made of herself. “mmm..mommy, please..” she whines, struggling against the collar, only to choke herself as she tugs.
i give small kitten licks to her clit, flicking my tongue out and grazing the oversensitive nerves. “now, now…be a good pup…” i coo, tugging the leash once more for good measure. she whines, shaking her head and arching her back when the locks continue. “iiit…it hurts…” she whines. god. so dramatic. i roll my eyes in annoyance, letting my lips latch back onto her clit. “you can take it.”
“ffffu—i’m gonna come..i’m gonna cum so fast…” she cries once more, tugging on the leash to catch my attention. my tongue doubles its efforts, now working to push her over the edge by overstimulation. she gives a roll of the hips and moans, squirting right on my face. the liquid coating my lips, hitting my nose and even getting in my eyes. i lick my lips, then wipe my face, chuckling.
her body slumps against the bed frame, collar still around her. i give a kiss to her nose, unbuckling the collar and tossing both items aside. i fall onto the bed next to her, reaching out and pulling grace tight. “you did so good.” i mumble, hand reaching to her hair to stroke the strands at her scalp. she gives a soft noise, quickly dozing off into my arms.
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i’m sosoosso sorry this is a little sloppy…i was rushing to get it done🥹 idk this was very difficult to write hopefully i’ll get better in the future. thank you all!!!!!
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