The ups and downs of Valencina’s marriage. Happy Mother's Day ya'll
MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED
Tw: Misogyny/sexism and Reader nagging Valencina for a sexual act
Valencina was a very nice person. She protected you from the outside world and gave you many things. You were happy being her wife. There were times you got tired too though.
Although she loved you very much, she was very stubborn and gruff, especially in her views on relationship dynamics. Having assumed the role of the man, she thought that her woman should stay at home supporting her while she worked to put food on the table. It wasn’t all bad, since she at least let you rest when you needed it and would buy you lots of presents, it was so frustrating, especially on a day like today.
You’d told her over and over again what you wanted for Mother’s Day, but she just brushed you off again and bought you flowers with some food like that made up for it, like she’d done every Mother’s Day before…you did it for her for years, so why couldn’t she just let you be the dom for once? Yeah, she’s the dad and you’re the mom, but that doesn’t mean you have to be the one getting your guts rearranged every night…!
Ironically, it was her stubborn assertion otherwise that got her agreeable. She knew she shouldn’t pester you for sex on Mother’s Day, but…she shouldn’t have to go to sleep pent up when she has a wife, and besides that, it’s not good to fight her wife on Mother’s Day anyway. She felt ridiculous, standing there with her ass out while you were prancing about getting undressed, but…happy wife happy life or whatever, and very happy you were seeing her muscular backside on display.
You’d better be grateful you were so cute. If it weren’t for that bright and happy grin on your stupid face distracting her, she’d have shoved you out the second she felt the tip of that silicone appendage you’d donned brushing against the sensitive patch of nerves embedded within her vaginal walls. Though she figured you were aware of that. Why else would you be peppering her neck and face with kisses like this other than to distract her from the rubbing on her clit and pinching of her stiff nipples…she married such a sly woman…!
She was your ‘man’ though. She could overcome all of this. It was a bit disorienting, but she’d been bombed and flash banged in her time at war. It felt a bit tense to have stars bursting behind her eyeball like that, but it was alright…embarrassing she…released in that way, but it happened sometimes. She was better than this. She was better than you.
“…Hah. That wasn’t so bad, wife. Wonder why you always gasp and complain and shit when I stick it in you. I barely broke a sweat.”
She smirked when you huffed. You’d use one closer to her in size next time. After she got her fill of you.
