living for soft mommy dom!pieck
sitting you in her lap nd looking out the window while she hits the joint for the 10th time 🥺
one hand holds the joint while the other is in your cute little panties 🥺 rubbing at your clit nd telling you “mommy’s making you feel so good, isn’t she princess” 🥺
you can only whine nd nod your head against her perfect tits. 🥺
she’s making you feel so high, she doesn’t let up till the joint is finished. 🥺
Warnings: drug use, fem!reader, fingering, breast worship, mommy kink, edging
inhaling that second hand smoke, maybe reaching up to her lips nd stealing some, breathing in a little hitched and jittery cause she's playing with you so gently and so lightly that it's only just enough to keep you yearning for more.
Two fingers softly swirling your hard bud, slipping it back and forth, scissoring down your labia and gathering slick, dipping her fingertips into your fluttering little hole before moving back to your clit just to do it all over again. Sometimes she slows down, when she's inhaling deeply and concentrating on doing that trick you love, when she exhales the white puffs through her nose and it never fails to make your thighs clench around her hand, urging her to speed up once again. The cycle continues, slow and gentle, almost soothing in a away, your mewls filling the quiet room, almost slurred with the fog in your head and the heavy heat in your belly.
"S'good isn't it baby?" she drawls, tilting your chin up with her finger, tongue poking from her cushiony lips and breaching yours, dipping into your wet mouth for a moment before pulling back, as if she'd only wanted to reach in and taste you for a second. You squirm, her fingers hardening between your thighs, panties sodden and soiled with your arousal and nearing orgasm, "How're you feeling pretty baby?"
All you can do is wine sleepily, limbs so heavy and so loose, but moving so fluidly, writhing beside where Pieck lay reclined on the bed. The joint lays burnt out on a plate somewhere forgotten, her heavy mind now filled only with the high of making you cum,
"Mommy making you all messy? Is mommy making her pretty baby feel too good? You've been so patient, so good for me,"
there's a moment of fumbling when Pieck yanks the tight band of her sports bra up over her tits, letting them drop heavy on to her chest and she cups the one closest to you, fingers straining with the soft fat spilling between them,
"Go on - you earned it poppet," her puffy pink nipple almost leaks for you, stiff and peaked and shadowy against the cream of her breast, immediately being engulfed by your mouth. God - it's like you're trying to suffocate yourself, sucking in as much of her tit as possible, using her as something to ground you, something to keep you from jerking and jittering and arching off the bed completely. Pieck's still going, still slipping two fingers over your clit, the thumping of your heart causing it to twitch and pulse with every second your orgasm approaches,
"Mmm - that's my good girl, mommy's best girl, go ahead poppet - cum f'me, nice 'nd wet okay? That's my good girl, I got you, mommy's got you,"
