Exposure Therapy
Vyn Richter x reader smut
contents : afab!reader, she/her, mentions of past sexual trauma, cunnilingus, established relationship, spoken consent, sir, good girl, darling, dearest, not proof read (i know, i know, i’m lazy whatever), short ending
Word count: 2.9k~
minors DNI. 18+!!!!
When you began dating Vyn, you never once hid your trauma and predicament. He was well aware of the incident and the baggage you carried from it. He was dually aware that you did not expect him to fix you. You saw a therapist of your own and had been working with them for a few years now. You were not for Vyn to fix. As your boyfriend, it wasn’t for him to do.
Vyn was more than understanding, completely agreeing with you. You worked at your own pace and with your therapist to heal how you needed to. Vyn was just there to love and support you, with or without the trauma you were working through. He, of course, was always at your side on good days and bad days. When you couldn’t make an appointment though, he’d always offer extra comfort, as he knew those days could be rough.
This particular day, when you arrived back to your shared home, you felt every nerve ending in your being on edge. You noticed Vyn’s slippers were missing as you slipped on your own pair. He must be in the house somewhere, you thought.
You carefully set your coat aside, entering the foyer. Not there. Looking to the kitchen, you found nothing there either. You recall that Vyn didn’t have any scheduled sessions this evening though, so if you were to check upstairs, you’d be okay.
Heading up the wooden stairs, you slowly made your way. It wasn’t rare for Vyn to be unaccounted for when you came home typically. Especially since he’d take emergency or late night sessions to better his patients. That was something you always admired about your boyfriend. In the one and a half years you were together, you got to know just how caring he was. Vyn was wise and compassionate. He always made time for you and his clients, rarely ever double booking. Even when he did happen to have overlap, you couldn’t find yourself too upset. Vyn Richter was a man dedicated to helping others. He wanted them to succeed and healthily manage whatever they may be dealing with so they can lead a long, happy life. So, there was hardly any room to be upset when he may be a bit late to a date or run over time on a counseling session, food already on the table.
You made it to the top of the stairs and sure enough, Vyn’s office door was closed. You quietly made your way over, footsteps slowing. You had big news. But it was scary for you.
As your hand raised to knock on the door, you hesitated. Vyn was one of the most loving and caring people you know. Vyn has always respected your boundaries and the pace at which you needed to go in the relationship. This development in your treatment should not surprise him. He can help in a direct manner finally. Vyn would not laugh or be disgusted. You had to remind yourself this, but your brain still struggled to believe it all.
It took you a bit, but you willed yourself to softly knock upon the white door. A muffled ‘come in’ promptly replied, causing you to walk right in.
Closing the door softly behind you, you looked to Vyn’s desk. He fixed his glasses and offered a gentle smile. Standing from his desk, Vyn began to speak. “Welcome home, dear. Did everything go well?”
“Yeah,” you began. Your voice drawled off, immediately putting Vyn on alert. He could tell there was more. You wouldn’t have come in to his office so shy and on guard unless there was - or you were needy, of course.
Vyn stepped out from behind his desk, motioning to his client couch. “Would you like to speak about it at all?”
You didn’t reply, instead opting to purse your lips. The anxiety was evident from your body language alone. The short walk over to the white couch was filled with an empty head, thoughts so loud your mind went blank. It wasn’t until your bottom hit the cushy surface that you recognized you’d made it over and sat down beside Vyn.
“You know I won’t force you to speak, ______. If you just need company or a hug, I am more than happy to supply.”
Why was he so sweet? And, why was this so difficult? It wasn’t like you hadn’t been intimate before! It was just…kept to heated makeouts and a bit of dry humping. Vyn was sexually attracted to you. He’d voiced that before. You were ready; you were simply scared.
“Vyn, I don’t know how to go about this. It’s…It’s just embarrassing.”
“My dear, there’s not a thing you could say that’d make me love you less or see you as less.”
“I know. It’s just difficult,” you groan. You find yourself reaching out for Vyn hand closest to you, wrapping your fingers about his pinky.
“Take your time, love. I’m free all night.”
All night. That’s right. Vyn is all yours tonight. You don’t need to tell him just yet if you aren’t ready. You two can go downstairs, have dinner, get ready for bed and then you could tell him. But wouldn’t it be better to rip it off like a bandaid? To get all this over with. The decision was difficult.
You looked to Vyn though, and your body knew which option it wanted more. Vyn was so pretty. His sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top two. You could see the veins in his strong arms. Something so simple, made you feel a coil in your stomach tighten. It was now. Your body was screaming now. And who were you to disobey?
“My therapist,” you began. One look in Vyn’s eyes that intently watched you, and you found yourself looking down, averting your gaze. “They, uhm..- ahem! Suggested I begin…exposure therapy. With you.
“They said replacing the bad memories with new, better ones, would help me. But I know that’s a big ask, so I understand if you aren’t interested or are busy. We can just pretend I didn’t say that and go have dinner-“
A warm pair of lips quickly placed themselves upon your own, grinning. Vyn. He was smiling into the kiss. He was smiling.
As he pulled back, the smile was still evident. “I would be honored to aid in your treatment. I can begin whenever you are most comfortable.”
“Can…we order in if we do it now to get it out the way?”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Food is the best motivator or else I’ll never be ready,” you smile, half joking, half serious.
“Well, if you are certain.”
“Mm.”
“I’ll be sure to have my phone nearby to order as soon as we finish.”
That was all it took. And that is how you found yourself in your shared bedroom, back on the bed. Your legs were spread, Vyn sat in between them. Your panties had hastily thrown to the side almost as soon as you hit the mattress.
“Now, _______,” Vyn spoke up. He hiked up your skirt with a hand, catching your attention. Nothing was in the open just yet, but it was nerve wracking. His gaze never left your eyes though, watching carefully. “We’ve talked about the stop light system, yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
Vyn nearly let out a shudder upon being called sir. He could feel his cock twitch. Not yet, he thought. Not tonight. “Good girl. Red means?”
“Stop.”
“Green means?”
“Go.”
“Yellow?”
“Sl..slow down.”
Vyn grinned, patting his girlfriend’s thigh gently. “Good girl. I’m only going to go down on you tonight, okay? Eating you out, if you will.”
The different phrasing for the action made you squeeze your cunt. Everything was going so quickly. You knew Vyn would slow down but you just couldn’t help how anxious you felt.
“I’ll be gentle and slow. I’m sure this is scary and overwhelming for you. Please, don’t hesitate to stop me, call out your safe word, anything at all. This is about you. Okay?”
“M…Mhm.”
“May I begin? May I eat you out, darling?”
“Y-Yes, Vyn. Please.”
A sigh soft left Vyn’s lips before a smile graced them. Vyn took off his glasses, neatly setting them off to the side, on the mattress. He scooted back some, lowering himself down. It took everything in you to not close your legs, but your hands still instinctively covered your wet pussy.
Vyn didn’t even flinch though, gently taking one hand, intertwining your fingers together. “My love, don’t push yourself. I know this is scary.”
“I want to. My body just…I react without thinking.”
“I know. Hold my hand. I’ll take your other in just a second.”
You did exactly as he instructed, holding his one hand in yours with both of yours. His gentle grasp was so calming. It made you relax your tensed shoulders ever so slightly. Even as he fully flipped up your skirt, revealing your cunt, you found yourself not as anxious as expected. You did force yourself to take a few deep breathes though.
“Your other hand, milady,” Vyn beckoned. He waved his now free hand, inviting you to take it. You wasted no time, clinging to it automatically. Vyn’s hands were like a life line in the dark abyss. They were soft but strong. You put all your anxieties into them.
“Alright, my love. Once more, are you absolutely certain?”
“Yes, Vyn. I want you,” you whimper. You could feel Vyn’s light exhale over your skin. It nearly had you jumping. You resisted, yet again, opening your legs wider for your boyfriend, but never laying them flat. You struggled to not cage Vyn’s head but with how he held your hands, it made it difficult to lay your thighs flat.
All the while you tried calm yourself down, Vyn simply laid there, taking you in though. He didn’t make a move at all. He didn’t move to kiss your thighs, he didn’t move to taste you. None of it. He simply held your hands, resting his cheek against your inner thigh m. His eyes shut as he took his time, truly getting comfortable. But this only confused you. You could only see so much, and Vyn was a complex guy. What was he thinking? What was he doing? Not that you were complaining that he slowed down.
It was silent. But for once, your rushing thoughts ceased. You felt like you could breathe again. You weren’t struggling to take in all the air you could. The soft grip on your hands, kept you calm almost. Vyn’s cheek against your thigh, reminding you that he was always right there for you. Vyn was letting you get comfortable. He was giving you control back of your mind. Of course, this was a gamble. Your thoughts could’ve swarmed you instead of quelling.
You found yourself calming down so much so that your eyes fell shut. Your chest rose and fell at a steady, calm pace. You were calm. You trusted Vyn. Vyn would never intentionally harm you. That wasn’t in him. Everything Vyn did was to make you smile and be comfortable in your relationship, and in yourself. You never had to doubt when it came to him. Even when he wasn’t in sight, he was always there, ensuring your safety and comfort.
A small, soft kiss was placed upon your inner thigh. Vyn hummed softly, looking up to you. You were met with that honeyed pair of eyes as soon as you opened your eyes. Those eyes that were so intense, filled with emotion on top of emotion. You found yourself heating up even more.
“Darling?”
“Y…Yeah, Vyn?”
“I love you.”
“I-I love you too!”
Vyn pressed his cheek against your thigh, sighing softly. “Have you settled down a bit?”
Ah, as you suspected. “Y…Yes.”
“Good.”
Vyn shifted a bit, his grasp on your hands never leaving you. He centered himself between your legs, no longer resting against one of your thighs.
“I’ll be sure to keep the teasing to a minimum, my love,” he stated.
With another gentle, reassuring squeeze to your hands, you felt Vyn’s lips gently kiss your cunt. It was almost as if he was promising you he’d be gentle and take things slow. He was slow and cautious in his movements, tongue peaking out. Vyn gave an experimental lick to your clit. Upon seeing your collected response, he pressed on a bit, tongue stroking up your pussy lips. His tongue greeted every inch, leaving no spot unfamiliarized. Vyn returned to your clit though, tongue gently encircling it.
All the while Vyn’s hot breath was an added stimulation that had your eyes scrunching close and your breath being held. You could hear him chuckle ever so slightly and you shot your eyes open to glare at him but he just grinned at you, eyes staring into yours.
“Wh…What?”
“You’re cute,” he hummed, still drawing gentle circles with his tongue.
You could only whine at his teasing; he said he’d go easy on you but here he was right off the bat teasing you. As if to tell you not to whine, his tongue began to flick back and forth quickly, and you were suddenly whining for a different reason. You shut your eyes tightly and you tensed at the pleasure.
Vyn hummed, eyes trained in your face and reactions. His warm breath an added stimulation. “Such a gorgeous woman…trusting me and allowing me to taste her delicious count..”
While you initially feared his dirty talk would make things worse off, it oddly heightened the experience. He talked you through it, making your head spin and your cunt drool. Your boyfriend’s words going straight to your needy clit that he flicked with his tongue.
“My love,” he moaned, looking up from her folds. “This may…be a bit too much. I apologize but I can’t help but want to hear you moan for me. Just let me know if I’m being too much.”
Vyn proceeded to wrap his lips about your sensitive clit, sucking and slurping. At first it was okay but then as he continued to suck, you found your toes curling and back arching. A gasp was ripped from your throat. A desperate cry left your lips as he sucked, a triumphant grin on his lips at the reaction.
It felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. It was intense and had you begging for more but no more at the same time. Your hands tried to leave Vyn’s but he gripped your hands, not allowing it. You were his.
Once he finally came up, he panted, licking his lips. “What’s your color, darling?~”
“Green,” you said without hesitation.
“Oh?~ Did that feel that good?” He teased. “Then I shall continue.”
His tongue gathered your juices on his tongue, dining on you like you were a Michelin meal. His eyes grew dark with lust as his tongue prodded your pink pussy’s dripping entrance. He wanted more straight from the source. And he was going to have it.
Vyn muttered something about ‘such a sloppy little pussy’ before lapping hungrily at your folks again. He needed every drop you’d give him.
You didn’t miss how his hips subtly grinded against the mattress seeking his stimulation. But you knew better than to bring it up. He made it clear tonight was about you. So he’d settle for dry humping the porcelain white sheets, cock in his trousers begging to join in on all the fun.
“Vyn,” you moan, thighs beginning to tremble as his lips returned to your puffy clit. “Vyn, I-I’m getting close, love.~”
You didn’t need to tell him twice though. He sucked on your clit harder, tongue teasing it in his mouth, swirling it. His golden eyes trained on you, daring - demanding that you came on his expert tongue. An order from your boyfriend. An order you weren’t keen on disobeying.
You chanced a glance down only to see Vyn’s intense gaze on you. He was a wild but attentive. He was vigilant…all over you. It was as if he stared right through you.
And as if on command, your back arched and your toes curled. A strangled whine escaped your lips as you came, being pushed from your lungs. His name fell like a desperate plea as your senses were flooded with nothing by Vyn.
“Breathe, my darling,” he whispered. He was at your side in an instant, holding your hand and coaching you through the rush. His gentle voice was warm in your ear, reminding you to inhale and exhale. It was what brought you back to the shore and had you looking to him, panting.
“Are you alright..?”
You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yes…yes, I’m alright.”
“Was it too much?” Vyn inquired, wanting to make sure all was okay.
“N-No! No, that was…fantastic. Christ, Vyn.”
His worried but measured expression turned cocky. Vyn was a humble man but in that moment he was practically preening. That smug smile spread across his lips as he fixed his glasses back upon the bridge of his nose.
“Glad to hear I could be of assistance in your…care plan.~”
You swatted at his chest, rolling your eyes. Even now, he was cheeky bastard. But it was one of the reasons you loved him so much.
“I believe I was promised food delivery right away after we were done?” you mentioned.
“Ah…right,” Vyn laughed breathlessly. “On it, on it.”
