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junebugsanctuary · 1 year ago

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nsfw. mdni. inspired by @iciclesses <3

cw: mommy kink

your resolve was diminishing the longer you stood in front of the mirror looking at yourself. you were wearing a spur of the moment purchase, something that caught your eye in an advertisement on instagram. as you put in your credit card information for the garments you thought it would be a fun little surprise for kate to come home to after a long day on base.

the matching set was white, a frilly little top made of white cotton that hugged your breasts, thin enough to see the hard peeks of your nipples. the neckline was low and lined with a little ruffle. it felt dainty and pretty. but the star of the set were the panties.

you didn't recall them being so. bare. a strip of white lace wraps around your hips, a patch of lace covering your mound. but what has you questioning the whole set is the two little stripes of satin that outline your puffy pussy lips. you thought it would make you feel sexy and daring. but instead you felt stupid the more you looked at yourself.

when you and kate have sex she's still usually in a sports bra and you're in a tee shirt. she's never cared for anything like this, so you've never tried. you want to scrap the whole plan of surprising kate entirely until you hear the front door opening and closing and the sounds of her kicking off her boots by the front door. she was home early.

you scramble, instead of ripping off the little pieces of fabric you grab the first articles of clothing you can find to instead put on top. you greeted kate in one of her old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you had left lying on the bedroom floor. when she greets you with a kiss to the cheeks and a gentle, "hi, honey," as she pulls you into an embrace you wait for her to notice what you're wearing underneath.

but she doesn't, she pulls away and goes back over to the entryway to hang her coat up. "i thought you were going to be home later," you commented in lieu of a greeting, "i already had dinner, but i can heat up the leftovers-"

"no need, honey, i picked up something on the way home." she interjected and you couldn't help but watch her arms as she raised them to undo her bun. "paperwork didn't take me as long as i was expecting, though." she offers up.

"oh, do you want to celebrate with a drink?" you quip. kate and you had fallen into this routine once she finally decided to quit smoking. (you use the term "quit" loosely, she just didn't smoke around you anymore. you knew she still smoked when she was gone on missions.) she would come home from a long day on base and you'd make her a cocktail.

with a hand at the small of your back she leads you to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses as you rummage around for the liquors and mixers for the both of you. you mix her a gin and tonic and something a little fruitier for yourself. she's leaned up against the kitchen across from you and when you make your way over to her she's takes the drink you offer to her in one and pulls you flush against her with a hand around your hip.

she mutters a quick thank you before taking a long sip from her drink. you giggle, "long day?"

she sighs, "you know everyday is a long one with that crew."

you giggled again, this wasn't the first time she had said something to the same effect about the guys she worked with. you hadn't met any of them, you probably never would, but kate filled you in on each one of them as much as she could. but even with her exasperated tone you knew that her words weren't unkind. she loved those men and entrusted them with her life and she with their's.

"you home tomorrow?" you inquired. you already knew the answer, of course she was home tomorrow. it was the main reason you decided to save the lingerie for tonight, a late night rendezvous. you try not to cringe at the thought of the lingerie you were still wearing.

"yeah," she takes another sip, "i was thinking maybe we could go out and look at paint samples for the bathroom."

you both were planning on taking time off soon to do some renovations to your flat. the conversation about paint colors and whether or not to rip up the tile in shower flowed easily and as you reach to grab her now empty glass for a refill kate stopped you. she reached her hand up to your shirt, finger ghosting along the ruffle of your bra that was pressed against the thin shirt you threw over it. "what's this?" she questions.

you try to think of a lie, but only for a moment. kate knows you too well at this point, can read you like a fucking book, and she knows it. her gaze is locked onto your's as she waits you out. "a bra."

"a bra?" her brow is quirked in curiosity, you won't be getting out of this one. "show me." she challenges.

you roll your eyes, trying to portray annoyance rather than insecurity while you hook your fingers under the hem of you shirt and pull it up. her lips quirk up in a barely there smirk as she runs her fingers over the smooth satin of one of the straps. "cute," she comments before taking one last sip of her gin and tonic, mostly water from the ice at this point.

you take a moment to wait for her to say something else. anything else. but as you lower your shirt all she does is press her glass into your empty hand.

cute. you knew she wasn't intending to be dismissive but as you filled up her glass for the second time you decided you were done for the night. one simple word knocking the wind out of your sails completely. you felt childish as you returned to her, she at some point had pulled out her phone and was scrolling mindlessly. you set the glass down next to her on the counter and you dodge her grasp as she tries to reach for you again. confusion tugs at her brows as you tell her you're gonna go to bed, "i've had a long day, kate."

she lets you go, easily. you don't know if it would have made you feel better or worse if she tried to stop you. or if she decided to come with you. but you find yourself in bed now, lying on top of the covers still in your clothes with the lights on, scrolling through your phone. you thought you could use this time to gather your thoughts, feel your feelings. maybe come up with something to say to her about this whole thing tomorrow. but scrolling through social media was easier.

it's not long before she joins you, though. standing in the doorway all she says is, "i thought you were going to bed."

"yeah, well," you shrug, not having any semblance of a response and not caring either. you're frustrated and your little sensitive feelings got hurt, so you try to just shut down and hope she either joins you in bed and you both go to sleep or she leaves you alone to go back to whatever she was doing.

she crosses the threshold and joins you on the bed. she lays on her side, head propped up by one her hands and just looks at you. you know she's waiting you out, again, but there's nothing for you to give to her so you continue to look at your phone.

she must realize you're icing her out because you can feel her eyes trail from your face down your body. in a moment you feel her hand reach down to your hip where your sweatpants have ridden down, exposing a hint of lace. her hand reaches for it, "hey, does this match the bra?"

you swat her hand away from you in a flash of anger, her fingers just barely brushing the lace. "it's not like you fucking care." you snipe back, sitting up on the mattress to wrap your arms around yourself.

"hey," she barks back, authority in her voice. "you've had an attitude since i walked through the door."

"no, i haven't," you retort, irritation heating up your skin. "we were having a perfectly fine night."

you know that neither of you are really in the right here. you could have said something about how her reaction upset you, but you didn't. but was she really that emotionally repressed to not see the correlation between her reaction and your feelings?

"you're right, the night was going fine until you showed me that bra and then what?" she probed and when you didn't give her an answer she kept going. "i don't even know what fucking happened with you after that."

"i tried to fucking do something nice for you, kate." you assert, feeling spurred on at the look of skepticism that crosses her face. "i tried to do something for you and you didn't fucking care enough to give me an actual response."

she gestures to your chest, "how was i supposed to know that was something for me?"

"would i wear something like for myself, kate?" you retort, incredulously. you should try to reign it in because you can see this conversation going nowhere, but your hurt pushes you forward. "i covered up when you got home because i knew you wouldn't even care."

she just sits back on her heels besides you on the mattress and looks at you for a long time. you watch her shoulders relax as she whispers, "i care."

watching the anger dissipate from her body helps you come down as well. but you still don't bother to give her a response, you just want to change out of this stupid lingerie and go to bed so you two can go look at paint in the morning.

her eyes linger back to your hip, the hint of lace that's still peeking out from your waistband. her fingers barely grazes the fabric, "can i see?" she prods.

you roll your eyes but still hear yourself say, "sure."

"sure isn't a real answer, ho-"

"yes," you all but shriek at her as she gets her nimble fingers under your waistband, exposing yourself and the lace to her. you decide to take off your shirt too, giving her a chance to look at the complete set before you throw it away.

"wow," she coos, voice gentle and soft compared to the harshness of it previously. her eyes roam your naked flesh, greedily taking you in. it's still just one word but it's in stark contrast to her almost sarcastic, cute. you try to stay mad just based on principle, but the adoration in her voice makes your insides melt.

you keep your pudgy thighs together so she can't yet see the satin adorning your cunt but she easily spreads them a part, placing her strong hands at the tops of your thighs, thumbs digging into your flesh. "oh, wow, this really was a surprise, honey." you feel utterly exposed and you, on instinct, try to clench your legs shut when you feel her press a kiss to the lace atop your mound.

"hey," she chides, crawling up your body, hooking her finger underneath the band of the bra, pulling you closer to her. your breasts spill out of the flimsy cotton as you gasp. "stop being a brat and let mommy apologize."

kate laswell doesn't fuck around. she knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. she's turned you into something so easy for her and you know it, which is why you sometimes try to put up a fight. "if you're apologizing at least say i'm sorry."

she reaches up to your tits, fingers grabbing at your nipples. "i'm," she pinches your left nipple, "sorry." she pinches your right swallowing your whine of pain with a kiss. "now will you be good for mommy and let her enjoy her surprise?"

all you can do is whimper out, "yes, mommy."

"good job, honey," there's a laugh in her voice that makes heat bloom in your stomach. she liked to tease, she liked to get mean. she lowers herself back down to face your cunt. it's already slick from the pain and her teasing, wetness darkening the white satin enveloping your weeping pussy. "easy access for mommy, huh?"

"yeah," you affirm, voice whiney and high pitched. it's something that you try not to think about outside the bedroom.

she drags a thumb against your swollen clit, reveling in the gasp you let out at the touch. "so wet for me already," she observes, dragging her thumb down through your folds, prodding at your tight hole. her touch leaves you for a second before her hands are reaching under each thigh. in a moment she has you rolled up onto your shoulders with her knees on the bed and face inches away from your twitching cunt.

"that's better," she remarks before pressing a kiss directly towards your sensitive clit. your body jerks in her hold but it doesn't stop her from licking a strip from your hole back up to your clit. on most nights she's efficient, getting her tongue on your clit just the way you like it, letting you grind against the flat of her tongue until you cum. but tonight she's sloppy, spitting on your puffy lips and using a finger to spread the wetness around, her gaze never leaving your cunt. she laps at your clit as her fingers spread through your folds, two finally pushing past the tightness of your hole.

you're a mess against the mattress, squirming and trying to buck your hips against her face. your legs jerk against her shoulders and your tits jiggle with every harsh breath you take and gasp you let out.

she may be sloppy, but she knows exactly what she's doing. the finger that she has in your clenching cunt, the knuckles rub firm and tight against that little spot inside of you that makes you cream around the digits. she gets her lips around your clit and sucks causing you to wail out. her fingers are relentless, grinding inside of you as she mercilessly stimulates your clit. with a broken sob you finally cum around her fingers, body jerking and twitching against her hold.

she releases your clit and pulls her fingers from your fluttering pussy, giving your used hole a sloppy kiss. she chuckles at your whine before she grabs the backs of your calves from her shoulders, lowering your bottom half back to the mattress. you two aren't really that adventurous with your positions in bed so your hips and back ache as you melt into the mattress.

"just give me a minute," you babble, mouth dry and body still pulsing with aftershocks. "you can do whatever you want with me."

"don't worry, honey," she coos against your ear, body lying down bedsides yours. she pulls your bra back up and over your tits. the fabric presses against your sensitive nipples. "i'm taken care of."

you open your eyes and look to her face, but the soft smirk doesn't really explain much. it's then when you notice her cargo pants are unbuttoned. fuck. she leans in close, pressing a kiss against your cheek, "gotta surprise me more often."

#Juno Reads #Smut #Kate Laswell #Gnaws on this #This is everything to me #Need more wlw content w/ her and the other wonderful cod ladies

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junebugsanctuary · 1 year ago

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dad’s best friend graves and he’s insisting he take care of you and your sexual needs because “I know your body better than yours” as he quietly fucks you deep into your mattress. That man will not hesitate to bend you over and go to town, after putting on a condom of course. He doesn’t want to have to explain what happened if his girlfriend were to suddenly get pregnant

(afab!reader, mdni 18+)

dbf!graves who knows what's best for you. knows what you need before you'd even come to know it. plus a sweet little thing like you needs to be taught how to properly take care of yourself. what better way than for him to teach you?

he's got you on your knees, allowing you to feel his cock while he strokes your hair and tells you what a good job you're doing. doesn't matter if you've done this before or if you've never at all. because he knows any experience you've had would never compare to him.

the commanding aura he exudes as he tells you to fist his cock just like that, squeeze a little tighter, see if you can make your fingers meet around his girth. such a pretty baby. he coos when you look up at him with expecting eyes as you wait for his next instructions.

"doin' so nice for me, sweetheart," he grins at you while you jerk him slowly. "feel how big it is? play with the tip, see what happens."

he encourages you and you slowly take another hand to rub over the head of his cock. he restrains a groan that your ears still pick up on, but you're too focused on watching how his dick throbs in your grip. how it twitches nicely when you smooth your thumb over his slit to smear the precum around the head in slow circles.

"good job," he coos teasingly and thrusts his hips a little in your fist. making sure it bobs enticingly in front of your face. "i'd let you have a little taste, but let's do that another time. wanna make sure you still have a voice for later."

he takes out a condom wrapper and hands it you to, telling you that he'll teach you how to put it on him. uses it as an excuse to keep your pretty little hands on his dick. so when you take the condom out and look up at him again, he gives you a nod with a smirk. telling you to keep going. do it well enough and he'll give you a treat.

and he loves the way you're slowly rolling the condom over his fat dick. how you struggle to stretch it around him properly so it snaps back from his slippery precum. he chuckles when you catch it and try to press the condom onto him with a firmer grip. how it pops over the first half of his dick and how you nudge it downwards by jerking him more in fear of it snapping back again. once it's on nice and snug, you give the tip a tentative kiss. oh it sends him into a fury, the carnal desire to stick himself right into your pussy taking over him when you show him that cute little smile. needs to reward you just like he promised.

so that's how you're bent over with his arms wrapped around your front to brace your back against his chest. how he plows into you so meanly that your hips bounce off the bed only to be pressed back down when his hips slam into yours. sticks his fingers in your mouth for you to slobber on so you don't squeal too loudly.

"shh, shh, shh," he hushes you and presses a soft kiss to your ear. "don't be too loud, sweetheart. don't want your daddy to hear you, hm?"

#Smut #Juno Reads #*screaming without the s rn*#It's 2 pm I need to take a cold shower after reading this #giggling and kicking my feet #Phillip Graves

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