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[angelic--kitty]

dilf arlecchino stretching out a virgin reader on her fat cock

dom!dilf arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, transfem!arlecchino, virgin!reader, age-gap (arle is in her late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), size kink, fingering, penetration, handjob

a/n: tagging my favorite silly @myfriendscallmebun who i hope enjoys this ♡ this is so long

she first hired you merely as a form of entertainment for her children. someone eager to please who wouldn't require such a large salary. someone who, at least, would never ask someone like her for more than she offered.

it's a surprising decision, on her end, to select a college girl to watch over her precious children. though, you presented yourself so nicely at the interview, and your references and resume did you well.

besides, it might be nice for the children to be around someone closer to their age for a change. they often spent time with arlecchino herself and occasionally her coworkers.

and, you had grown on her.

it's been nearly two months since you started working for her, and a few weeks since you began passing flirtatious remarks to one another.

the thing that finally melted her heart was an evening she worked late. she was already irritated her children would be asleep when she got home, but she felt guilty making you stay hours late at her home.

much to her surprise (and inner delight), when she came home, she found the children tucked into their beds, and you standing so sweetly at the door.

you had slipped her jacket off, hanging it up and tugging her into the kitchen. sure enough, you had saved her a plate of the spaghetti you made, along with a glass of her favorite red wine.

that was the day when she finally asked you to accompany her on a proper date.

and, now, here you are, standing in front of your mirror, fussing with your dress and jewelry. the dress she had bought for you special for tonight. it was black, falling just below your knees- rather classy for someone so young.

20 minutes. in 20 minutes she was picking you up.

nervous as you were, you couldn't believe you were going on a date with her. especially to somewhere so expensive and exclusive.

it was some sort of upscale bar with expensive alcohol and food. somewhere arlecchino claimed to frequent often when she needed alone time.

you almost broke out into laughter when she admitted she hired childe, her younger coworker, for the evening to watch her children.

"oh, i'm not concerned for my childrens' safety. if anything, he should be afraid for his own." was her reply, a small smirk on her lips that you nearly missed.

she lead you into the restaurant with confidence, turning heads, eliciting whispers as she kept her hand on the small of your back while the waiter brought you to your table.

"what do you think so far?" she asked, her wine glass already being filled, no need to speak her order.

"it's...definitely different than what i'm used to. but it's really nice. i like having an excuse to dress up a little." you smile at her and she raises her glass to her lips.

"i want to spoil you for the evening. for not only treating my children so well, but because you are an exceptional woman. i only hope my gestures come off as genuine as i intend." she sips her wine, setting it down to begin rambling to you about the menu.

but you're not quite listening, distracted by her hands, her lips, her eyes. how could someone be so perfect?

she's quite a bit older than you, probably much more experienced. does she truly feel the same way you do? and-

"sweetheart?" she breaks you from your thoughts and you stiffen up.

"i'm sorry- i'm listening!" you squeak, but she sees right through you.

although, she finds it rather cute. she's noticed before, obviously. your wandering eyes, the way you bite your lip when she picks up something heavy like it's nothing, or how your thighs press together when she takes a stern tone.

she simply wants to know the depths of your affection for her. after all, she has similar thoughts of you.

"which dish would you like then?" she asks pointedly, allowing you to hold the menu with shaky hands.

"ah...um..." the words blur together, not registering. "what do you recommend?"

she tilts her head, taking the menu back. "allow me to order for you then."

you like when she takes control. she knows what she wants, and she will have it. you wish it a quality you embodied more, though she fascinates you. it is almost natural to her.

dinner goes rather smoothly, and you get to taste test a few different wines, but not nearly enough to get you even remotely tipsy.

"i much prefer coherent company." her lips quirk up as she says this, and you laugh behind your hand.

she's funny, you admit. her dry humor is one of your favorite things about her.

it's a shame when dinner comes to an end, but you two mutually draw it out as long as you can. you share a dessert, and plenty of good conversation about yourselves. you learn things about her you never would've thought, and likewise for her.

the ride back to your place is just as pleasant, though you feel nervous inside. you want to make a move. you want to ask her to come inside. to stay...

but you couldn't possibly. that would be absurd... right?

regardless, she walks you in, ensuring you get into your place safely. she's a gentleman in how she holds your bags and all the doors at every stop.

the little bit of wine in your system has you feeling bold, stopping her in her tracks before she could put her shoes back on. "wait! why... don't you stay for a little? i could make us some tea. herbal! so you won't...uh... be awake all night."

she merely tilts her head, nodding either way. she listens to your rambling about the tea and the coffee mugs you have, her eyes wandering your walls when she sees familiar art.

"did the children draw these?" she interrupts, taking one off the wall.

it's a rather rudimentary stick-figure drawing, but she can tell who each one represents. this is one of lynette's drawings. she's drawn herself with pretty blue bows, along with her brothers, and, of course, their father.

and you.

there you are, standing on the other side as if you were the mother to complete their family portrait.

"oh- those? yeah, the kids drew them for me... i thought they were really cute, so i kept them." you smile and her heart flutters.

she skims her fingers over the papers, pausing when she sees one from freminet. he's drawn a flower field of green scribbles and rainbow dots, the children playing on a swingset while you and arlecchino watch.

with the words 'mom' and 'dad' written above your heads.

she can hear you nervously talking to fill the silence, and she turns to you. "they really do seem to enjoy having you around." she murmurs. "as do i."

you look up at her, feeling her lean in, gently holding your waist. "am i being too forward?" she asks, breath fanning over the side of your face as you shiver.

"not at all-" you breathe out, trembling as she lifts your chin gently. she can see your anticipation.

"you're not phased by our gap in experience?" she asks. "it's inevitable. i cannot change it, but i do not want you to feel forced."

"i actually like it. i really like it." you blurt, catching her off guard.

"oh?" her voice is low, sultry as she cups your jaw. "is this alright with you, then?"

"please-" and that's all she needs to connect your lips, kissing you so softly at first. her tongue gently prods for entrance, and she can instantly tell you truly are inexperienced.

she pulls away, gently swiping a thumb over your cheek. "is this your first time?"

"you could tell?" you groan, and she nearly melts.

"it is not shameful to wait. i only want you to be sure this is what you want." she explains, stroking your cheek as your eyes flutter shut.

"i want you. please? i want you to take it." you leave it open for interpretation, but she knows exactly what you're referring to.

"if you're certain, then i'd be honored, sweetheart." she says so gently you'd think she was someone else.

you bring her to your room, cringing at the mess. "i know it isn't what you're used to but mmph-!" you whimper when she kisses you, pulling you onto her lap on the bed.

she trails kisses down your neck, watching you tilt your head back instinctively. you pant, overwhelmed so quickly she almost feels guilty.

keyword: almost.

instead, it makes her twitch within the confines of her expensive suit slacks.

her hand tangles into the back of your hair, tugging you firmly so she can nip at your jaw. she takes it slow, easing you into things until you're practically begging her to go further.

your dress slides off slowly, a treat waiting when she sees the pretty matching lingerie set beneath. it's white and lacy, delicate, something she could easily tear right off, and it drives her mad.

"aren't you full of surprises? naughty ones at that." she tuts, squeezing your jaw as you gasp.

she unclips the bra, her gently squeezing your breasts as you moan for her.

she teases your nipples until they go pert, wrapping her tongue around them as you arch up into her.

you're being vulnerable with her; she knows this much. she holds you steady, ensuring you feel safe on her lap before pulling away with a soft 'pop.'

she unbuttons her shirt, tugging it off to match you. she watches your eyes go wide, eager yet embarrassed as she tosses her bra aside with the shirt.

"you're so...pretty." you gasp quietly, eyes wide.

"you can touch me, sweetheart." she pulls your hand to her chest, allowing you to explore. your fingers clumsily rub her nipples and she grunts, guiding them into place.

"does it feel good?" you ask her so hesitantly, and she kisses the top of your head.

"you're doing well." she watches your gaze slide down, eyeing the growing bulge in her pants. she dryly grunts, lifting your chin up. "something catch your eye?"

"i... i'm sorry- i didn't mean to stare-" your words are mumbled, your face hot as your mouth goes dry.

"you're curious. that's alright." she brushes a thumb over your lips, coaxing you to open up.

she slides her thumb over your tongue, gently easing it a little further until you gag, keeping you just like that. your eyes are so wide and pretty, glazed over with untapped lust.

she hums thoughtfully before withdrawing, using the thumb to brush over the front of your panties. you gasp, thighs snapping shut as she pushes them back apart.

she lightly smacks your thigh. "keep them open." she rubs gentle circles on your clothed clit, your body clearly unsure how to react. she can see it doesn't take much to bring you to the edge, and she lightens her touch, able to control her own desires with ease.

her hand comes back to your lips, sliding your wetness over your tongue while her free hand slides your panties to the side.

something you've missed before, but she's filed her nails down on this hand. just for you, though only she knew that.

she gently slides her fingers through your folds, hearing you whimper and squirm on her lap. she tucks your head under her chin while she eases a finger into you, feeling you squeeze so tight around just one digit.

she gives you time to adjust, feeling you clutch her wrist. you're such an angel, aren't you? holding so tightly to her, so cute, all while you fidget right above her confined cock, inevitably making her grow harder.

her second finger slides in slowly, with an intent to stretch you out enough to take her cock more comfortably. she curls them inside of you, hearing you whine loudly into her neck.

"ah- that feels-!" you squeal when she brushes against your g-spot. her finger pads rub into it, and you tremble, thighs clamping down on her hand.

"relax." she reminds you, pumping her fingers in and out, slick sounds filling the air. she stretches you out every so often, spreading her fingers slightly and hearing you whimper so sweetly.

your hand clumsily rests on her bulge and her fingers still as she inhales sharply.

"i... want to- try and make you feel good too..." you whisper, looking up at her.

and who is she to deny such a sweet girl?

she pops open the button, unzipping her pants and freeing her cock, allowing you to see her.

your eyes go comically wide, shocked by the size. "that's... i-"

she can feel your walls fluttering around her fingers and she nearly moans. "it's alright. don't be nervous." she practically reads your mind, soothing your concerns as her free hand unwraps itself from your body, collecting some of the messy slick from your thighs, sliding it over herself.

"you haven't done this before, i presume?" she's met with a shake of your head. she proceeds to guide your hand in wrapping around her cock. she hisses through her teeth. "archons-" she groans lowly, her fingers resuming their gentle in and out motions while she guides you to stroke her cock.

"tighter." she tells you, feeling your hand grip more firmly, her pre-cum oozing over your hand, spreading across her cock. "good girl-" she praises and you clench around her fingers once more.

she says nothing, but she knows exactly how her words affect you. such a sweet little thing you are, curled up on her lap, fingers stuffed inside of you while your hand wraps around her cock.

her hand covers yours still, dwarfing your hand and guiding you into her preferred rhythm. "that's it. you're doing well-" she tips her head back, hips grinding into your hand as she lets go.

she allows you to move your hand on your own, finger-fucking you faster. she knows you're losing focus, too overwhelmed by your own need to cum, though she doesn't mind too much. you're just so sweet with how your moans pick up in volume, your eyes closing as your hips chase her hand.

"go on." she tells you, her voice stern as you release around her digits like such a good girl for her.

she slides her fingers out, admiring the webbed slick coating them, cleaning them in her own mouth as you shyly hide in her chest.

she pulls you away, laying you on the bed. "wait! you didn't get to..."

she shakes her head, pushing her hair back. "hush." she simply says, spreading your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. it exposes you perfectly, allowing you to feel shy, yet unable to cover yourself as she studies your twitchy cunt.

arlecchino uses one hand to guide herself through your slick, sensitive folds, gathering the remnants of your orgasm. she is gentle when she slides into you for the first time, a thumb on your stiff, swollen clit to ease the stretch.

she watches your eyebrows furrow, nose crinkling as she stretches you out. "so big-" you whine, chest arching up against her own.

your moans are melodies to her, feeling you flutter around her was like heaven. she lifts you up to sit on her lap while she leans back, guiding you to slowly take more of her in.

"too much!" you whine, looking down.

"you haven't taken all of me yet." she hushes you, easing you down to swallow her all in your pussy until you're mewling incoherently.

"full-" your head falls back and she grabs your hips, her nails leaving sharp little indents as she guides you to shallowly fuck yourself on her cock.

"such a pretty little thing." she coos, slowly growing more harsh, grinding up into you.

and, oh, you sing for her the rougher she gets. you urge her to grow bolder, now using your body as a toy while you desperately try to match her tempo.

you're inexperienced, but oh, so eager to please, aren't you? what a good girl.

she grabs your ass, fucking you on her cock while you keep a vice grip, your tits bouncing with each thrust. "oh- archons!" you squeal.

arlecchino picks you up like you weigh nothing at all, settling you beneath her instead, fucking into you with boundless energy.

she knows the right spots to fuck, where and how to grind herself into a woman, she knows exactly when to speed up and slow down. yet it seems you don't even know your own body fully.

and the thought of helping you explore with her is enough to have her twitching inside of you.

your incessant mewling and moaning of her name is driving her mad for you. her hand wraps around your throat, earning her breathless gasps as she urges you to cum for her.

"be a good little pet and cum." she orders, slick sounds penetrating the air, the smell of sex coating you both. "cum for me."

she rubs your clit harshly, watching you shake as you do cum, tightening up around her cock, sending her eyes rolling back into her head.

the moment you loosen up, she pulls out, cumming onto your tummy, creating a filthy mess as she moans deeply for you.

"fuck..." she sighs, squeezing her cock to ease the rest of her cum onto your skin.

you pant, looking up at her. your eyes are blown wide, but you look exhausted as you lay limply beneath her.

and, well, you'll soon learn her cock may need time to recover, but her mouth and fingers certainly don't...

[angelic--kitty]

Arle dirty making out- almost dryfucking wife!reader in a dark hallway while almost half of the organization is looking for her ngh SHE GOT MORE IMPORTANT STUFF ON HER HANDS (her wife’s ass for example)

hiiii alba (twirling my hair and giggling)

yeah.... im down with this

semi-public with dom!arlecchino

warnings: nsfw (mdni), wlw content, dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader, semi-public, making out, thigh grinding (does this count as clothed sex?? lmao). you call her peruere (shhhhh). mentions of murder in thought (not perrie or reader; she loves you!!!!)

zapolyarny palace; a cold and rather silent home to the tsarita, though it feels rather warm from where you're nestled into arlecchino's coat.

"peruere- this is-" you gasp softly, feeling her wrap her fluffy coat further around your body, concealing you against her in the dark, cold hallway of the palace.

"hush now, unless you would like us to get caught and cut this short?" she asks, eyes slightly narrowed as she brushes her knuckles against your cheek.

she watches your eyes dart to the side as you bite the inside of your cheek. you knew she had a meeting to attend, one she was late for in favor of pleasing you.

you knew the meeting attendees were surely sending people to look for your wife, and yet...

you only wanted her for yourself, at least in this moment. and she can see it in your eyes, the slight movements letting her know you made up your mind.

"kiss me." you order her, letting her lips capture yours, her hand gripping your jaw. it starts slow, tender, turning into something more feral as your back presses against the wall.

you're shielded from the cold by the fluffy lining of her coat, but not from how her other hand pierces the flesh of your hip with her nails.

her thigh slides up between yours as her tongue slides into your mouth. she explores and devours you, leaving you to quietly moan into her mouth as her tongue laves over yours.

she allows your hips to gently rut over her thigh before she grows bored of your languid movements.

her hands roughly grab your hips, grinding you in a faster motion, enough that you could feel it through the thicker material of your pants.

you break away from the kiss first, desperate for air as you hear people calling for her in the distance, looking for the knave.

"fuck, please- don't stop-" you whimper, head falling to rest against hers as she stares at you, etching your image into her memory.

she doesn't care that they're looking for the knave. you need peruere right now, and so she shall deliver.

she trails hot kisses down the side of your neck, pleased at how you crane your neck to give her better access. peruere feels your own hips finally catching up to the pace she set, clearly nearing the edge from the friction of fabric and toned muscle.

"that's it," she mumbles against your skin. "you're perfect."

your whimpers grow a little louder, and she recaptures your lips, ensuring to drink up every little sound you make when you cum for her. as much as she loves the thrill you get from almost getting caught, she would never let it happen.

after all, if anyone had seen you in that state, they wouldn't be allowed to leave. and she'd have to clean up that mess. too bothersome when she's busy taking care of her wife, really.

"good girl." she praises you softly, feeling your hips slowly come to a halt as you nuzzle into her, giving her cheek a few kisses of your own.

"you should...get to that meeting before they send the entire army to find you." comes your cheeky little voice as she grunts.

"very well."

[angelic--kitty]

okay, hear me out... TRANSFEM! XILONEN IN HEAT 🗣️💥💥🗣️💥

ପ( xilonen in rut )ଓ

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!xilonen x sub!fem reader, xilonen is in rut and her dick is spiny (🤧), breeding kink, size kink, cunnilingus

a/n: the double ask was crazyyy bro really wanted me to hear them out on xilonen 😭😭😭 but i got you 🫡 though im gonna call it rut 😭

"xilonen-"

she stares blankly at you, ears tilted back slightly and twitching, her nails digging into the wood of the table.

"are you listening-"

she stares at your body, the soft curves of your frame, picturing her hands on your hips, yanking you back against her-

"xilonen, the table!" your voice finally snaps her from her thoughts. she looks down, seeing the nasty marks her claws have left in your shared kitchen table.

"shit," she sighs, smoothing the placemat back down over to cover it. "sorry, i've been so out of it." her eyes glance away, tail lashing, showing her irritation as you frown.

"is something wrong?" you ask softly, your hand covering hers as she bristles, and you move closer. "you're burning up." the back of your hand lays against her forehead, your body nearly pressing to hers.

xilonen grunts, pushing your body away. "i'm fine, really. i should get back to work-"

you scoff, finally having enough of her dismissive attitude. "okay, now i know something is wrong and you're just hiding it. you? finding an excuse to work? and not to mention after you've come home already. so, what's going on?"

you watch as she sighs, hand pushing her hair away from her face. "it's my rut." she says plainly, not one to beat around the bush. "normally, it's no problem for me. but for some reason i just... it's you." she bristles, catching you off guard.

"me?" your voice is sharp, confused as she finally sits up, ears flicking with irritation. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i mean it's you. i can't stop thinking about you. archons, you make it impossible for me." she shifts around in her seat, and for the first time, you finally notice the bulge in her shorts.

"oh- oh fuck. i'm sorry-" your eyes are wide, concerned, and archons, it makes xilonen harder imagining you looking up at her like that while she fucks you. "i didn't think- archons, you've been working like that all day?"

normally, you would avert your eyes until you were in the bedroom, but you just can't help yourself, eyeing her shyly. "you know, i'm your partner. if something is wrong, i want you to tell me plainly." your face feels hot as you finally make eyecontact with her again. "which obviously you did, and you're really good at it." you mumble.

she can tell you're embarrassed, but you collect yourself, slowly standing up and walking towards her chair.

you slowly ease into her lap, your clothed cunt pressing to her barely contained bulge as she hisses.

"fuck." her hands grab your hips, claws lightly digging in.

"why were you keeping your rut a secret? you know you can have me anytime you-"

"you don't understand." she asserts, her head falling forward, resting on your shoulder as she breathes softly against your neck. "it's more than just fucking you."

her sharp teeth graze your neck as her hand tugs your shirt down to give her access to your skin. "i need to breed you."

you go silent for a moment, feeling her press you down against her harder, the firmness pushed up to your clit. "xilonen-" you gasp for her, grabbing at her biceps. "yes- yes- please-"

she is about to argue, when you begin to roll your hips against her, wringing out gasps of her own.

she lifts you up with ease, your legs wrapped around her hips as she rushes the both of you to the bedroom. it's messy and hot, your tongues sliding over each other, sharp teeth making their home in your neck as she kicks the door open, tossing you onto the bed.

before you can sit up, she pushes you down, one of her hands easily caging both of yours down against the soft blankets. her tail tickles you as it sways, and her eyes trail slowly up your body, drinking you in.

your clothes are practically shredded off, and you find yourself on all fours, face pressed to the sheets with her tongue inside of your cunt.

she kneels for you, one hand holding you open while her other remains occupied, wrapped around her cock as she jerks herself off. you can feel her shaking from the movements, feel her moaning into your pussy, and it drives you insane.

her hips jerk up, cock sensitive and desperate to fuck you full as she pulls away, saliva connecting you to her as she pants. "are you ready?" she asks you gently, uncharacteristically, really.

you turn around, gently cupping your cheek, nodding as she mounts you, sliding herself through your wetness. before you can beg her, she begins to slide herself in.

you whimper, feeling that she's much bigger this time, and the spines are more pronounced. not painful, but designed to keep you locked together. your hands grasp the bedsheets. "xilonen- you're...why are you so-"

"i know," she grunts, her full chest smushed against your back. "sorry- m'sorry." she rushes to apologize, giving you kisses and licks across your skin as she stretches you further than you've ever felt with her.

you melt from how soft her voice is, how she tries desperately to restrain herself from fucking you roughly, like you know she wants to. you see claw marks in the sheets, hear her grunting and mumbling to herself, and so you lay lax beneath her. "fuck me- please...need it so bad-"

you don't even finish your sentence before she shoves herself impossibly deeper. generally, xilonen isn't one to have this much energy, though it seems she has much to spare in her rut with how she jackhammers into you.

she can't help but picture you as a cute, noisy little toy. you practically disappear under the size of her body anyways, and the grip your pussy had on her left her throbbing. her spines catch on your walls, refusing to let her out as you cry for her, hips grinding back against her cock.

she leans down, shoving you against the mattress, kissing your neck to get you to relax as she fucks you, leaving such a pretty bulge in your lower stomach. her hand smooths over your skin, groaning at the feel of herself inside you. all the while, you whimper for her, squirming beneath her body.

her fingers slide down to your clit, ensuring that you cum first. even in her rut-filled fantasies, she puts you first.

when it comes time to fill you up, she shoves herself as deep as she can, biting down on your shoulder, holding you still as you feel her cum flood your pussy.

your left speechless, writhing, yet being held still as you pant, your cries turning to soft little mumbles as she lays you on your side. she doesn't pull out, nor does she move, only flopping down next to you, pulling you close.

"xilonen..."

"mmm."

"i need to clean up."

xilonen only scoffs, peering one of her eyes open. "oh? but it'd be a waste. you didn't think we were done yet, right?"

[angelic--kitty]

*ringing the dinner bell* hi kitty I cooked, obligatory ask in your inbox to post it 🤭

party girls!mavuika and xilonen x inexperienced!reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, xilonen and mavuika are sorority party girls, reader is an inexperienced nerdy college girl, fingering, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, dom!characters x sub!reader

a/n: everybody say thank you @myfriendscallmebun for these yummy thoughts. love you, pook

Imagine being in a polycule with Mavuika and Xilonen- specifically being the cute nerdy inexperienced college girl that’s getting sandwiched between these two popular sorority party girls

Mavuika preferring to take you out clubbing for the night- pulling you to dance with her on the dance floor under near total darkness, save for the neon colored strobe lights occasionally illuminating the provocative way she has you pulled against her.

She’ll pull your back to her chest, hands roaming up and down your body in such a way that she’s practically groping you- and you don’t have much objection when she slips her hand under that miniskirt she picked out for you.

It’s so loud and claustrophobic in the club, you’re thankful that not even she would be able to hear your moans from the way she’s curling her fingers inside you so deliciously, although you’re amazed no one seems to notice, or if they do, that they don’t care.

Mavuika isn’t shy about letting others know that you’re her cute little girlfriend, and that no one else could ever have a chance with you- not with the way she’s making you cum on her hand like this.

Xilonen on the other hand, enjoys dragging you along to the frat parties and house parties she frequently DJ’s at. She prefers the less intense lighting, the free booze, and the shitty party snacks that get left out in the kitchen.

When she’s not at the turntables she’s usually got you pushed up against a couch so she can do bodyshots off of your stomach. Her favorite part about house parties is that it’s usually easy to grab your arm and drag you off to one of the bathrooms as soon as she gets turned on.

She’ll pick you up like you’re nothing and perch you on a bathroom counter so she has plenty of room to kneel down and lap at your cunt like it’s the first thing she’s drank all night. She takes her time dragging her tongue over your clit, her fingers massaging that gummy spot inside of you so slowly it’s almost torturous.

Even your climax with her is long and drawn-out; a stark contrast to the fast-paced thumping of the music you can still feel resounding through you.

And if you thought parties alone with them were bad enough, be prepared for when they take you out together; Mavuika pulling you against her at a frat party, your ass practically grinding on her hips while her fingers assault your cunt. Xilonen watching intently from her perch at the turntables, fiddling with the music so she can time the bass drop to the moment you cum all over Mavi’s hand.

They’ll trade places, Mavuika coming in to take over while Xilo takes a break between sets- tugging you along to a spare bedroom so she can start eating you out while you’re still shaky and sensitive.

Once a playlist gets set up, Mavuika is coming back in to ensure that by the time you leave, you’ll be a sobbing and shaking mess <3

Mavuika pulling you into her lap on the bed, hands shoved under your shirt and playing with your chest while Xilonen shoves her tongue in and out of your hole. Xilo leaving scratches all over your thighs while Mavi is leaving hickies on your neck.

They’ll pull a mirror in front of you so you can see how that mascara Mavuika helped you put on is running down your face as Xilonen draws another orgasm out of you with her mouth.

[angelic--kitty]

would arle be on the lengthier side or the thicker side?

sorry i've been gone so long, but i figured this is a nice ask to come back to.

oh, and good question!!! i'd like to think of it in terms of cock vs strap ;p

(nsfw 18+ utc - dick/strap discussion)

if arlecchino had a dick, i think she'd be more on the lengthier side! she's taller and toned, but still pretty slender. i'd like to think she has longer hands, too (better to nudge that sensitive spot of yours 😚). she'd have the same type of markings on her cock as she does on the rest of her body; a pretty gradient that she likes watching your lips slide down closer to her pelvis.

if arlecchino had a strap, well, who am i kidding- she has a collection. different ones to suit her different needs. sometimes, she wants length to watch you struggle to sink down fully on her, whining when she settles against your g-spot. other times, she wants girth so she can admire your pussy squeezing around her, desperately trying to fit all of her in. and, on other occasions, she needs both. perfect to get you squirming and crying for her while she urges orgasm after orgasm out of you!

[angelic--kitty]

Hear Me Out- Werewolf Arlecchino- Omegaverse- KNOT... (Along with Size/height difference)...

Now I'm outta here.

knotting w/ werewolf!arlecchino

warnings: smut (mdni), transfem!arlecchino x sub!fem reader, penetration, size difference, knotting, biting, omegaverse dynamics, 'sir' for arle

a/n: happy 1st day of october!! i never participate in kinktober, but i feel like i should so... excuse my lateness. i will make a little schedule for myself and release it later today mwah ����💋💋

you had never imagined your generally put-together girlfriend could ever become something so... aggressive.

you'd say desperate, but that adjective is far too fitting for the position you stand in now. or, rather, beneath her.

your ass is perched up in the air, her claws poking into your skin as she growls, fucking you back against her onto her cock. 'she's big' is just about the only thing running through your mind with every thrust.

it's noisy, it's messy, and the scent penetrates the entirety of your bedroom. you moan for her, listening to her soft grunts and mumbles about finally being able to take you in this form.

you hadn't known what a full, blood moon would do to her. but by the archons, was she unapologetic. the feeling of your cunt squeezing around her was enough to make her wish she could always be in this form. despite the adjustment your poor little pussy had to make, it was clear you were wetter than usual.

she brings you back down to earth with a hand around the back of your neck, her chest pressed to your skin. "darling-" she heaves. "i cannot hold on much longer... i need to know if i have your permission." she grits her teeth, ensuring your comfort despite her wicked desires.

you nod repeatedly, pathetically, begging her to knot you. aren't you so sweet? pleading for her to stretch you further than you've ever been. asking her to break you, to ruin you.

why, she just couldn't pass that offer up and deny a sweet thing like you, now could she?

she slams her hips into yours, her knot knocking against your cunt as she teases you, pushing further everytime until she finally presses it into you.

you cry out her name, trying to escape her firm hold, only for her to lean down and latch her teeth onto your shoulder. "sit still-" she grumbles, her hand spanning your hip as she fills you impossibly deeper.

"too much-! can't-" you wail, feeling her lap over the bite wound, finally popping her knot snugly inside of you before she came. "oh-" your protests disappeared as you felt the warmth fill you, settling into your belly as you go lax for her.

she snakes her hand to your front, stroking the bulge she makes before two fingers slide to your clit. she rubs circles, ensuring she brings you to climax one more time before settling the both of you on your sides.

she gently laps at your sweaty skin, leaving little butterfly kisses. "full..." you softly whine, shifting around, only for her to hold you still.

"hush," she kisses your cheek, squeezing your hip. "we'll be stuck like this for... some time. i suggest you close your eyes and rest. i will wake you when it is time to clean up."

you look up at her, eyes wide. "you did well." she praises you, kissing your forehead. "sleep."

as you close your eyes, her breath ghosts across your cheek. "i'll let you know when i'm ready to continue."

[angelic--kitty]

Arle's boss form makes me go feral.. I need her boobs in my face so bad!! 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。could I request something like that w/ Arle? Bonus points if there scissoring bc DAMN we're severely lacking scissor content on this site !!

scissoring w/ arlecchino

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!arlecchino, boobs...., scissoring, oral, mentions of strap

a/n: your wish is my command 🫡🫡 i totally get it. while this isnt her boss form, i hope you accept this ;w;

arlecchino hovered near the closet, perusing the options she could use for tonight. she felt you saunter over, your footsteps soft on the red carpet before you gently touched her bicep.

"not tonight." you mumble against her shoulder. "no strap. just you."

she exhales softly, nodding as she peers at you over her shoulder. "very well. if it would please you."

"of course it does." you smile at her, making her lips quirk up the slightest bit as she follows you back to the bed.

you pull her clothes off slowly, teasingly, tracing your fingers down her arms and chest, flicking over her nipples. she grows slightly impatient when you play with the button of her pants, watching her yank them off and push you down.

"oof-" you huff at her. "i'm delicate!"

finally, you earn a little smile from her as her hand keeps you pressed to the bed. "and you're much too covered for my liking." she tears your clothes right off, careful not to scratch you with her nails, until you're both stark naked, pressed against one another.

when she kisses you, it feels warm, like fire that consumes your mouth, your brain, and your body. she slides her tongue over yours while you squeeze her biceps, squirming underneath her until she finally presses her fingers to your pussy.

you are, of course, riled up, dripping for her, yet she makes no comment. she only moves to press her cunt to yours, leaving her chest close to your face as you whine, rolling your hips up against hers.

"oh- archons-" your face pushes against her soft chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her clit grazing yours.

she doesn't speak, only grunting, as she begins to find a suitable pace. eventually, with the help of your little moans, she begins to grumble soft praises to you, ones that make you squirm even more. she can tell you're desperate and aching to both cum and feel her cumming against you.

your tongue messily laps at her tits, laving over her nipple as she sighs heavily. "pretty-" you gasp, your hands coming up to squeeze them and keep your grip on reality with how roughly she rubs against you.

her eyebrows furrow as you play with her, thumbs working over her nipples as her own hips stutter, pace faltering.

she shoves you down harder, letting your mouth stay pressed to the skin of her breast, leaving pretty little marks only she will see while she drives the both of you impossibly close to the edge.

"cum for me." she urges, head falling forward to allow her hair to cascade around you. and, oh, you do, leaving a beautiful mess all over both of you as she follows not long after.

though, as you catch your breath, you see her sinking to her knees, parting your thighs. "wait-"

"i'm not finished. lie back down." her eyes find yours, searing hot with lust and pride as she runs her sharp fingers through your glistening mess. your chest heaves as you eye the red marks you've left on her, and you know, even after this, she won't be quite satiated yet.

perhaps you will find yourself helping her pick a strap out after all.

[angelic--kitty]

hear me out.... bunny arle and fox reader...

im listening, but all i can think of then is bunny!arle dominating fox!reader and degrading them

like. she's pounding you with the strap, fluffy little tail twitching while you're on all fours for her. her claws pierce the skin of your hips while she ruts into you.

"for a predatory animal, you are far too easily subdued. how pathetic."

and, even if you tried to gain control back, she's stronger than you. oh, and smarter, too. she'll tie you up and muzzle you if you start to get mouthy with her. though, she actually doubts your sharp teeth and claws are really much use on you at all.

you're too docile and submissive. not very fox-like, if you ask her.

[angelic--kitty]

im too obsessed,need more of rabbit!arle in rut. LIKE a full fanfic😇😇😇

rut with hare!arle + bunny!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle × fem!reader, hare!arle and bunny!reader, size kink, breeding kink, you call her peruere

i know the bunny fic won by like 3%, so i figured this was a good ask to put the fic on. here yall go, enjoy ♡ and thanks to bun for her input mwah

your wife was always so much larger than you. even when her ears were pressed flat, she still towered over you impossibly. it was rather arousing to you, a sweet little bunny, to have such an imposing wife to take care of you.

she did try her best to be gentle with you, admiring the soft twitching of your tail while she would grind into your g-spot from behind. she would never scratch or bite.

well, at least not until her rut.

it was at those times that she became insatiable. ravenous, even. she wanted you desperately, and, of course, she would have you every which way she wanted.

her ruts were difficult for her to deal with alone, given her human stamina and rabbit refractory periods. now that she had you, she was more than happy to drag you into her room, into the nest she's lovingly designed for you, to surround you with her scent to trigger your own heat.

and, so, that was how you ended up beneath her, your back arched perfectly, her cock fucking so deep inside of you. her nails pressed into your hips, sure to leave marks and bruises as she slammed her hips against yours.

and, archons, that damn creamy ring you'd form around her base made her head tip back as she shoved herself as deep as she could possibly go inside of you.

"bunny-" she grunted, leaning down, her plush chest pressing into your back as your fluffy tail tickled her abdomen. "how are you feeling?" it was almost sadistic, knowing damn well how you were doing.

you feebly clawed at the bedsheets, drooling and crying over her cock. unfortunately for you, it was the opposite of genetic inheritance, gaining the ability to cum rather quickly. and, so naturally, you had spilled your slick over her multiple times over thus far.

"per-uere-! more-" you cry for her, grinding your hips back against her.

she grabs the fat of your ass, leaving a sharp smack before grabbing your fluffy ears, tugging them up just enough to lift your head. she presses a gentle kiss to your cheek before shoving your head back into the blankets.

"mine. my good girl..." she mumbles to herself, words of possession over you as she ruts herself into you.

she lifts your hips up, nearly using you as a fleshlight to chase her own pleasure, hips slamming noisily into yours.

from this angle, she can see the bulge she leaves in your tummy, her hand pressing over it as she feels you squeeze around her. "fuck-" she grunts, her head tipping back as she hears you mewl for her.

"pe- peruere i-" she shushes you, leaning down to gently lick your ears flat, a sign of her own submission to you despite your current position.

"go on." she urges, feeling your release coat your thighs and her stomach, making her desperately buck into you over and over, determined to fill you with her kits.

her curses and praises fill your ears, and you incessantly cry and whine for her. she lifts your hips higher, putting you into such a perfect arch, shoving herself as deep as she could reach as she fills you up entirely.

you both groan, your body falling limp beneath her as she admires the bulge her cum leaves in your tummy. her hand presses on it, ignoring your whines as she sees the mixture of slick spilling out of your hole around her cock.

fuck, she can't wait to do this over and over again. she can't wait to make you a mother and see you round like this with her kits ♡

[angelic--kitty]

Mean milf rosaria likes handcuffing you and sitting you on some kind of machine while she does work in the other room so when she comes back you’re all needy

oh yeah rosaria is 100% into bdsm. and she's a saidst domme. she LOVES to make you squirm and cry for her.

(nsfw thoughts below- 18+ wlw)

she'd absolutely put you on all fours in some pretty bondage, tied to a machine to fuck you while she's busy.

she'd tell you to keep quiet as to not disturb her, but she knows you can't help it. so, don't worry! she'll just gag you in advance.

by the time she gets back, you're already a mess; teary eyed with drool dripping down your chin. your pussy is just as messy, creating a sticky disaster on the sheets.

of course, she'll give you a few heavy-handed spanks to your ass before turning the machine off to fuck you with her girthier strap. she just loves watching you stretch around her.

she'll grab at your hair, pierce your hips with her claws, have you ride her strap when she gets tired. and, archons, it gives you the perfect view of her deep, dark circles and slight wrinkles on her skin.

even if you're absolutely spent at the end, twitching and leaking on her bed, you wouldn't have it any other way <3

[angelic--kitty]

riding dilf!arle after a long day of work, ughhhhh😫😫😫😫

riding dilf!arlecchino

warnings: smut (mdni), fem!reader/transfem!arle, wlw content, implied age gap (reader is in her early 20s & arle is in her mid-30s), bondage w/ a belt

a/n: sorry it's slightly short. this has been sitting in my box forever, but i wanted to share something with you dilf!arle likers since it's been all rabbit!arle lately

arlecchino was a busy woman. not only raising children but keeping a position of power at work, dealing with people who acted more childish than her own kids.

but you. archons, she adored you.

how you would run to her when she returned from a long, stressful day. greeting her with a kiss, taking her coat, helping her make dinner for the children.

and, of course, putting them to bed together, her hand on your waist the entire time you read their bedtime story.

and, once the children finally lay down to sleep, that is when she whisks you away for the real fun.

she's stuffed your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, your hands bound behind your back by her expensive leather belt while you bounce on her cock.

she can see your thighs straining, your head falling back as you moan through the fabric when she rubs the gummy spot in your pussy. "feeling good, aren't we?" she teases, grabbing the fat of your ass, pulling you further down her length.

you whine, grinding your hips to elicit a rough grunt from her. "that's it- fuck-" her head tips forward, nails digging into your skin. she leans back, readjusting you on her lap. she tiredly sighed, pushing her hair back to expose her forehead and the sweat glittering against her skin.

she removes your panties from your mouth, watching your saliva stick to the fabric and create strings connected to your tongue. she tosses them aside, pulling your chin up to look at her.

"let- ah- let me ride you, please please please-" you whine desperately for her. she knows it's partially you being insatiable, but partially knowing you can see the exhaustion etched into her features.

her lips brush yours, eyes looking up for yours. "go on then."

she unties your wrists, allowing you to shakily brace yourself with her biceps, her hands moving up to your waist, leaning back to admire your pretty body on her lap. she can feel you squeezing around her cock, hear your cute little moans everytime you sink down, the bounce of your tits.

you were perfect, such a sweet girl for her.

"ah- arlecchino- ah-" your whines turn into a melody, her eyes looking up with affection and lust as you treat her to such a tantalizing display.

"good girl."

[angelic--kitty]

Need more Rabbit!Arle pounding us into the bed for hours as we slip in and out of consciousness from the overstimulation. Breeding us until our womb is completely overstuffed but she’s still horny.

Waking up the next morning with arle’s comfortable weight on top of you, and once she finally wakes up and you go to stand it becomes abundantly clear that your legs are still like jelly. Which perks up arle and gets her in the mood again

ohhh rabbit!arle...i see i've brought the rabbit!arle truthers back to life

(nsfw utc - minors/ageless blogs dni, wlw content, rabbit/transfem!arle, sub!f reader, breeding kink)

she simply can't help but rut into you like it's the last time she'll ever find her cock buried in your cunt

even when she isn't actively fucking you, she insists on staying inside, growing soft and then hard again at your pussy clenching around her while her cum leaks out of your spent hole

she adores the slight bulge she leaves in your tummy from her length, but even more, the bulge her cum leaves in you after the number of rounds she intends to take you

she treats you well, of course, ensuring you have a soft nest to sleep in (under her body weight) while she licks and kisses you to soothe you to rest

after all, she'll need you well-rested and recovered for your next breeding session if this is to be a successful rut for her

in the morning, she will roll over and off your body only at your insistence. though, how you tremble like a baby deer taking its first steps leaves her heart aching. you need her to take care of you.

she is your mate, so, naturally, her instinct is to drag you back to bed, lick away your sweat and tears all while slamming you up and down her cock while the morning sun filters into her dark bedroom

and, don't worry, she'll make an excellent father to all the baby bunnies you're going to have! plus, you already know she's a wonderful and dutiful husband, so she'll be taking the utmost care of you before, during, and after ♡♡♡

[angelic--kitty]

oohhh, being sandwiched between signora and the tsaritsa is a needddd

la signora + fem!reader + the tsarita

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, threesome, strap usage, implied future dp, signora referred to as rosalyne, tsarita as her majesty.

a/n: powerful, pretty women? yeah....

how you ended up in this situation was a blur, really. it all started with rosalyne passing on a compliment from the tsarita. something about her wife being so pretty.

of course, it had you flustered, though you missed the lustful intentions of both her majesty and your wife in the way she spoke.

you thought nothing of it. well, at least until her majesty had you seated in her lap. and, maybe more once half your clothes were tossed to the floor.

now, her majesty's strap was buried in your cunt, something girthy and long to make you clench around her everytime she sunk slightly too deep. your wife sat in front of you, her fluffy coat gone, her hands teasing your bare chest.

she occupied your lips, swallowing all your pretty little sounds while she tweaked your nipples and the archon fucked you silly. you wondered how such a frivolous comment could turn into something like this.

it would almost make you question your loyalty to your wife.

letting another woman fuck you? how whorish.

though, your concerns were abandoned as you realized how much rosalyne seemed to enjoy herself. she was indulging her majesty while at the same time admiring her wife from a unique sort of scene.

as she broke the kiss, you could feel her urging your face down towards her lap, leaving you but a moment to wonder why until she pulled her dress up to reveal her own strap tucked away.

your wide-eyed look made her laugh, tightening up around the tsarita's strap, earning a pleased grunt from her. you felt her nails dig into your hip, squeezing your ass. "loosen up, sweet thing. you shouldn't be shocked. if i didn't want to watch your wife take you, she wouldn't be here."

rosalyne taps her strap at your lips, grabbing a fistful of your hair. "better start getting it wet, or it's going to hurt when we both fuck you."

[angelic--kitty]

eating out signora under her table while she's on a meeting, oh my goddddd

☆ eating signora out at her desk ☆

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!signora x sub!fem reader, cunnilingus (s!receiving), exhibitionism

a/n: yeahhhh. let's do it. i love signora

her hand rooted itself firmly into your hair beneath her desk, sharp nails digging into your scalp as she kept your mouth up against her.

she kept her fluffy coat draped over you, ensuring you stayed hidden beneath her desk while she held an important meeting with two of her officers.

of course, they could tell what was going on. they could hear your muffled whimpers, though they stayed completely still in their seats, not wanting to piss their superior off.

and while her poker face was very good, it wasn't perfect. anytime you sucked her clit just right, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips slightly opened, a soft exhale falling out.

"speak!" she barked at the officers, watching them scramble to give her their reports, awkwardly averting her gaze, but not daring to even glance downward towards her desk.

she bobs your head for you as you eat her out, hips grinding against your tongue. "get out of my office." she suddenly snapped, her free hand gripping her desk as they rush out, most likely grateful she had grown irritated.

the door slammed shut, and in an instant she pushed the coat open, putting your nude body on display for her as you stare up through your lashes. the soft fur of her coat brushes your skin, and a cute moan slips out of your lips and into her.

signora laughs, fucking your face as you hold onto her thighs for balance. "archons, you're such a good little slut, huh? desperate for anything i'll give you, is that it?"

she gets cut off by a soft groan as your tongue slides inside of her, and she tuts. "greedy." yet, she makes no move to stop you, only rocking her hips against your mouth and letting everyone know exactly what was going on behind closed doors.

[angelic--kitty]

Ok so i might have an ask now. I really want to be sandwiched between yae miko and ei. (Maybe a bit of bondage)

-🌹 anon

🪻 ei + reader + miko 🌸

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, fem!reader x ei x miko, threesome, miko/ei are switches, bondage (r!receiving), vibrator usage, sloppy makeouts, slight nipple play, orgasm denial

a/n: a bit short, and this ask was from months ago, but tada

miko giggles, flashing her sharp canines up at you as she secures the last knot on your thigh, lightly nipping your skin. "how does that feel?" she coos, swiping her hand sensually up your body as she rises.

"feels good." you hum. behind you, ei toys with the vibrator, checking on the speeds curiously. as you try to turn your neck to face her, miko's clawed fingers grab your chin, keeping your gaze on her.

"ah, ah, no peeking. ei are you almost ready?" she glances past you, smiling at ei's little nod.

"ready." ei's rougher hands brush your hips, parting your thighs as much as the rope would allow. "let me know if it hurts and i'll go slower." her breath brushes your ear, prompting a shaky nod from you.

miko keeps your eyes on her, nails piercing your skin slightly as she watches ei slide the silicone into you as your face scrunches up. she delights in how your thighs shake and wetness is evident on ei's fingers. "such a good girl for us, hm?" miko hums. she opens her mouth to continue before ei huffs.

"enough, miko. your voice is drowning her out." ei snaps, watching miko's ears fold back, though she quiets down nonetheless.

ei slides her thumb over your clit gently, running her hand over your pussy, across your entrance where the toy was fit snugly. "good". she sneaks a chaste kiss onto your cheek, her bare chest pressing into your back as miko slides in front of you.

ei slowly turns the vibration speed on, watching you squirm between the two women. miko grins, watching ei's generally stoic lips quirk up slightly.

miko leans her head towards ei, nipping at her lip while your head falls forward onto miko's bare shoulder. your hips grind against nothing as the women kiss above your head, the filthy noises reaching your ears.

you can hear ei whimper softly as miko takes control, sliding her tongue into the archon's mouth, consuming her entirely.

someone's hand slides to toy with your nipples, pinching and pulling, and another to tease your clit. you strain against the ropes, your head tilting back against ei as she gasps for breath.

your moans grow in volume, signaling for ei to turn the vibration speed up, both women eyeing the sweat dripping down your body, yet before you're able to cum, it all stops.

"what- no, no! ei!" your head whips around, grabbed forcefully back by miko.

"you thought we'd let you cum? just like that?" her free hand covers her mouth.

"the night is young. there is plenty of time for pleasure. let us have our fun." ei urges. you curse both of them in your head, panting as your hips twitch.

[angelic--kitty]

i can't believe tungle.hellsite won't let me submit my cooking to you pookie :(

dom!ceo arlecchino x sub!intern reader

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, power dynamics (ceo and intern)

a/n: i got you, i'm uploading it here. enjoy some delicious arlecchino x reader thoughts from bun, everyone ♡ and happy belated birthday, arlecchino ❤️

you're a brand new intern at a massive fortune 500 type company. there were a limited number of positions available and you already had to compete with the other fresh faced graduates just to interview here, and only a small number of you were hired on. despite being sold on the opportunity to "break into the industry with fresh new ideas" you mostly spent your day running around at the behest of disgruntled seniors- retrieving coffee and lunch orders, delivering documents to other branches, and taking notes during meetings- all largely thankless tasks. it's clear you're seen less as a potential new coworker and just another intern that'll be chewed up and spit out in a month. but you do your work, show up early and stay late to better your chances at getting the boss's attention.

and that you do.

despite your best intentions, you're clearly not the best intern; messed up and mixed up orders, misdelivery of correspondence, it was clear you were trying your best, yet you couldn't quite catch a break.

so the boss pulls you into her office, having you sit across from her desk. your head bowed in shame, not wanting to meet her gaze, instead staring down at the nameplate on her desk

_"arlecchino, chief executive officer"_

surely you're going to be fired, no amount of genuine intention or passion for the field could save you now.

she tells you you're not cut out to be an intern here, a sentiment you unfortunately agree with. and then, she offers you a different position... one that would mean no more running around the office trying not to spill coffee, or spending hours shredding papers for the seniors who haven't bothered to remember your name.

one that will technically have you working longer hours, but you were already coming early and staying late to prove yourself, so surely that won't be much of an issue. arlecchino herself was usually the first to arrive and last to leave anyway, so what better way to earn your salary here than spend those hours in her office, warming her cock?

of course, that's not all you're going to be doing. in between her own work and smoke breaks she does take a moment or two to push you up against the desk and give you a good fucking before resuming her work.

she'll keep you under her desk, patting your pretty little head while your lips are wrapped around her cock, telling you to keep quiet when one of your fellow coworkers stops by her office. she'll have you bent over that desk, challenging you to not make a sound as her hand assaults your cunt, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you while she's on a conference call, knowing even the smallest sound is going to be heard by everyone on the line.

officially, you've been "promoted" to her personal assistant. odd, considering she never expressed a need for an assistant in the past, always preferring to do her work herself. but you know exactly what she means by that title. to keep up appearances, she still has you doing some basic assistant tasks not unlike your intern duties. why don't you go fetch her a coffee, sweetheart? don't worry, she'll keep your panties here in her desk until you get back. be a good girl and take some notes for her during the board meeting, if you can concentrate that is, given how she's fiddling with that vibe she stuffed inside you.

there's a big conference happening overseas, and she'll have to take a business trip out for it. good thing the company pays for the nicest hotels in the area, and how thoughtful that she was able to bring you along for the trip. sure she'll be dragging you along to boring business meetings, with She’s dragging you along to boring business meetings, your instructions being to sit quietly and nod along, take some notes, and don’t give away the fact that she made you cum in the elevator on the way up here.

the more you behave, the more she rewards you, and the further she starts to push things. you handled that meeting well, now let's see if you can handle sitting through another without your panties and her cum slowly leaking out of you. no need for notes at this meeting, but you still need to look busy, so why don't you write down some ideas for what she should do to you once you're back at the hotel? the flight home is booked an entire day after the conference and all the meetings have ended, just so she has some extra time to fuck you stupid before you two leave; a whole extra day with no obligations, dedicated to you naked in that bed and her belt wrapped around your neck like a collar.

when you get back to the office the next day, your legs are still trembling like a newborn lamb. "poor thing doesn’t do so well on planes" she’d tell anyone who asked, as if you two weren’t riding first class with her hand shoved up your cunt a majority of the flight