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muffinsin · 23 hours ago

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Mommy's Girl

Sub! Faith Seed x dom! OC deputy

A bit of a cute SMUT/Fluff snippet here XP I’d normally wait a little more in-between posts but I fear I have tormented @viavrse enough via my story to deny her this after telling her about it yesterday, too XD

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A little, shy smile. That's how it started. With the deputy sat at the bed and sharpening her knife, dressed in only her boxers and a well fitted, but comfortable shirt. With her angel pressed up against her, curled on her lap, playing with one of the bliss flowers while burying her head into the deputy's warm, strong thigh.

A comfortable, almost innocent scene.

Then, that damned, adorable smile, that seductive little gasp when Faith first began to shift, then tremble, then clamber onto her girlfriend's lap and settle on her strong thigh like it's the only safe place in the world.

To her, that isn't entirely wrong.

The deputy of course immediately moved the knife away with a knowing smirk, strong, large hands sliding to slim, bare hips as thumbs traced the sensitive skin found there and dark, greedy eyes took in her girlfriend's bare, trembling body.

The sight alone is, always, enough to drive her crazy.

And now, at last, they're in another familiar scene, with Faith on her lap, her hips thrusting slowly, almost shyly, but eagerly nonetheless. A faint blush covers her soft cheeks and travels down her petal-soft throat, heating the skin along its way. The deputy leans back a little more, her legs spread just enough to give her angel the space she needs, her thigh flexing as though to help the needy thing.

She traces her hips gently, her large, callused fingers a sharp contrast to the herald's butter soft skin. She is small, is gentle, much like the flowers she is so fond of, and every time Faith curls up against her, rests in her arms or is perched on top of her like this, it's like a reminder. A reminder of how fragile she is, especially so in the protective deputy's eyes, how delicate and ethereal. To her, Faith is almost something god or angel-like. If she is, the woman proves far, far more selfish than Joseph, for she would die keeping this angel for herself, and only herself.

She groans softly beneath her breath as she feels Faith's small hands set on her strong, broad shoulders, a little gasp and huff passing her pink lips as her wet pussy grinds down on the strong thigh it's pressed up against. Her hips rock slow, desperate, adorably sinful in their movement against the thick muscle of her deputy's thigh.

But despite this, Faith can only keep going, can only hold herself closer and moan softly, can only squeeze her eyes shut and whine gently when she can't help but think of how wrong her actions are. What she is meant to be, meant to represent...it has nothing to do with this lust burning in her, with this need the deputy fires up in her, with the perfect ache lighting up in her and growing stronger, and stronger, and stronger.

And when she feels those strong hands effortlessly yank her closer by her hips, grounding her, owning her, all thought of her sin leave her slightly hazy mind and allow her to only moan and sigh softly, her green eyes slipping shut. She will atone later, she promises herself. She will make up for it. No one has to know, and she doesn't have to admit the sin she indulges in more and more often with her deputy right there.

The auburn haired woman shivers as those strong hands slide up her body, one gripping the back of her soft neck, fingers splayed wide, while the other moves to her face. She feels the strong, callused fingers by her jaw, then giggles breathlessly and happily when they curl under her chin and caress her soft cheek with a tenderness no one but her knows, or would even imagine the deputy is capable of offering.

She leans into the touches eagerly, her hips rocking gently and slowly, her soft jaw fitting perfectly into the woman's palm. When her thumb brushes across her pink lip, she automatically opens her mouth, blushing a little warmer and pinker as her body seems to automatically respond to the deputy. Spotting the smirk this draws from her, Faith only whimpers softly, her hips grinding down a little harder as her clit aches.

"Good girl, that's it", the deputy praises lowly, her smirk widening a little and satisfaction growing when she slips her tongue inside her angel's mouth and she immediately begins to suck the digit into her mouth, her eyebrows drawn together slightly, her hips bucking helplessly.

Her breath is warm when she moans around her, her breath hitching in her throat and fingers curling and clutching the deputy's shirt like it's the only thing keeping her together. With every rock of her hips she feels herself not only become more desperate and sensitive, but wetter, too, until she easily slides against the bare, muscular thigh between her legs, her own juices smearing against her privates.

Again, this has the deputy chuckle lowly as she slowly slides her fingers back and forth, relishing in the way it has her supposedly innocent girlfriend whimper and moan, blush and squirm on top of her.

"Please...", she breathes around her, green eyes squeezing shut and hips rocking just slightly faster before Faith feels the strong hand tighten its grip at the back of her throat, a subtle command to slow down. She only whimpers, but obeys, rolling her hips seductively rather than sticking to the fast, needy thrusts she's so used to.

"Good girl, does that feel good, my little flower?", the deputy whispers, leaning close enough to feel the herald's soft, warm, hitched little breaths against her lips. Sliding her fingers out her warm and wet mouth as the younger woman nods, she lazily wipes them clean again on her shirt and grips her chin again. Faith moans softly as she's made to look up, her eyes fluttering open again and pulse racing beneath the deputy's very fingers.

"Please, my love...I'm close...", Faith pleads softly, her voice gentle as the white, pure-looking bliss flowers she is so often connected with.

She moans instead when rough, strong lips push against her pink ones and a tongue boldly pushes inside her mouth, effortlessly dominating her own with no resistance from her at all. She hums against it, her fingers curling and clutching the front of the deputy's shirt a little harder. Her nipples stand hard and sensitive, her perky breasts pushed up against the covered, much larger ones of the deputy when she's tugged closer by the back of her neck again.

"My little lamb, you have been close for ten minutes now", the deputy rasps, her voice low and deep, patient and almost amused by how sensitive her angel always proves to be. She flexes her thigh under her again, just slightly, and the moan it tears from that pretty little throat she cups is enough to make her throb. She tightens her grip slightly, just enough to feel the pulse beat rapidly against her fingers, just enough to feel the warmth of Faith's blush when it travels down her throat and to the top of her cleavage.

"You'll cum when I say you can, princess", the woman whispers lowly against her lips, a fleeting moment before she pushes her lips back against her and dominates her mouth again. She eagerly swallows every moan and whimper and offers low, guttural groans in return. Obedient, Faith nods, her lips parting like she wants to protest, but can't. She only keeps moving, rubs herself along the hard, muscular skin of the deputy's thigh in slow, sloppy rolls, her wet pussy warm against the older woman, her helpless, inexperienced little thrusts onto her thigh enough to make her smirk against her lips and trail her hand from her chin to her hip to help her.

"You're such a good girl, Faith", the deputy praises, allowing the trembling thing to get slightly more pleasure by gripping her hip tighter and guiding her back and forth a little faster. Her hand trails from the back of her throat to the front, her fingers curling around it. She doesn't squeeze, would never harm or even think of killing the precious creature in her lap. She only holds her, claims her, groans into her mouth at the feel of her fast pulse beating against her and the soft skin beneath her thumb when she brushes it over it in slow circles. "My good, good girl...", she praises again, feeling her stomach clench at every little coo, whine, hitched breath and cute moan dragged from her angel.

Bliss, the weapon and Faith's drug of choice. To her, the herald herself is the drug she finds herself dangerously addicted to.

She leans in again, pressing a tender kiss to her lips as she guides her hips back and forth a little faster, encouraging the inexperienced, but desperate younger woman to roll her hips down against her, her wet heat dragging against muscular flesh found there. "That's right, Rachel...", she whispers, the mere mention of her true name never failing to drag a whine and soft little noise from her angel, a noise that almost has her turn feral, almost has her grip her hips and thrust them back and forth sharply, almost has her pounce on the herald and force two strong fingers inside her tight hole. Alas, she is in a gentler mood today.

"That's right...", she repeats lowly, watching as her good girl rolls her hips a little more desperately, her short nails digging into the shirt and fingers clutching it. She presses another hot kiss to her lips. "Very good, Faith, let mommy take care of you..."

Immediately, she is met with a the tiniest, almost pathetic little sound from the herald, her breath catching, her voice small and desperate;

"M-mommy..."

And God, how it turned the deputy on.

Her eyes darken and grip tightens a little, just enough to bruise her angel's hip a little and leave her fingerprints on her, making her roll her hips harder and deeper rather than guiding her as she smashes her lips back against softer ones. She didn't mean for the word to slip out, wasn't sure it was all that appropriate given her girlfriend's history, no matter how often the thought of it lingered in her mind.

But she saw the way her angel reacted, how her hips jolted and bucked up against her palm, how her thighs tried to squeeze together, instead only pressing in on the sides of her thick, strong one, and how her eyes slipped shut and she kissed her back all the more eagerly, her lips parting to make way for that cute little sound only a moment after.

She didn't mean to say it, yes, it rather spilled from her, but she notes how her girlfriend's body now trembles in her lap, her face bright pink and cheeks and throat hot beneath her hand, her lips trembling with every ragged breath, her hands clutching at her shirt tighter and thighs shaking, a clear sign of just how close she is already.

The deputy grins at her, slow, dangerous, proud.

"Oh, angel", she whispers, her voice going a little softer than her usual rough one, low, and dripping with lust. "You really are mommy's good little girl, huh?", she coos.

And Faith?

She moans, hot and needy, moans like it hurts and feels like heaven at the same time, her hips grinding faster, helpless now, chasing the edge as she whines helplessly for permission and help from her deputy.

She loves the sight of it.

"Look at you...", she whispers lowly, leaning in to kiss her again- deep and slow this time, her rough, practiced mouth easily swallowing each of Faith's little cries and moans. She adjusts her grip, her hand holding her throat firm, but tender, her fingers just tight enough to leave a slight mark she is sure will fade before the herald will step out of the bunker the next time.

She leans forward, into her, guiding her restless hips back into a strong, but more controlled pace to help her get to her orgasm faster, even as she groans hotly at her inexperienced, needy little rocking against her thigh before correcting her. "So small...", she whispers, squeezing at her hip and throat as though to make her point, flexing her thigh and raising it a little as though to bring more attention to the obvious height and strength difference between them.

"Mnnnm...ple..please...ma-A-Ah..! My...-love...!", Faith pleads softly, her words swallowed by a hot mouth a moment after, her entire body heating up and perky, round breasts rubbing up against a larger chest.

"So soft...", the deputy only continues, pulling her a little closer by her throat, the younger woman's pulse jumping and clit pulsing for her. "So fucking pretty riding mommy's thigh like that"

Faith can't form words anymore, can only release little "A-Ah!"'s and breathy little gasps, helpless moans and high pitched shrieks and squeals. Her hands slide from the shirt to grip at the deputy's biceps, her short nails digging in and groping shamelessly, her nose scrunching up a little as her expression twists with pleasure and raw need. She's so overwhelmed, so needy, so desperate for what her lover has to give, and the deputy loves every second of it.

She kisses a path down her throat, kissing in the space between her strong fingers, her tongue darting out to taste sweet flesh and the lingering, subtle taste of almost bitter bliss that near-constantly sticks to the herald.

"Do you feel how soaked you are for me?", she coos, flexing her thigh again and groaning against her throat as she feels how Faith twitches and shakes for her in return. "All from this, little lamb. From riding mommy's thigh like a good little girl", she praises, chuckling lowly when she is met with a string of moans and whimpers. Green eyes are screwed shut and Faith's soft lip is captured by her teeth, her body trembling, but completely pliant and responsive for the taller woman.

Then, at last;

"You wanna cum for me now, angel? Soak mommy's thigh in you even more?"

And God, how the words make her thighs tremble and toes curl. Yes, yes, yes! She does! She needs it! Faith can only moan helplessly at first, can nod and shiver with every kiss and bite to her throat, can only whine helplessly before, at last, words seem to form again; "Yes, please, nnmmhm...-please my love, please, mommy, mommy I-need...mommy..!"

And how beautiful the word sounds slipping from the herald, the deputy thinks.

How could she deny her, then?

The deputy groans lowly, pulling her flush against her and dragging her into another kiss, messy, breathless, perfect just for the two of them as she commands against her mouth; "Then be good. Show me how cute you are when you fall apart for me, little lamb"

With that, Faith cums with a sob, her whole body clenching and shaking in the deputy's strong arms. She holds herself close to her as she trembles, her clit aching and wetness squirting from her and onto the woman's thigh, her hands weakly holding onto her shirt as though she could pull her even closer.

She desperately leans in for another kiss, moaning and humming softly as she feels a usually so rough and violent hand linger so tenderly on her throat and a thumb brush against her jaw. The woman easily wraps her entire other arm around her and pulls her tighter and closer to her still, her posture straightening a little as she kisses Faith's forehead in a show of care and love only reserved for the auburn haired woman.

"Good girl", she praises, her voice low and dark, but full of the love, possessiveness and protectiveness reserved only for her angel. She feels her cling to her in return, her breath warm as she hides away in her throat, little gasps of breath hitting the deputy's warm neck. "My perfect, sweet little girl", she praises again, feeling the small tears forming at the woman's green eyes and hitting her neck. She didn't take the orgasm, or setting, for such an intense one, but is here to hold her precious angel still as her little sniffles turn to cries and desperate little kisses pressed to her throat, her smaller body held securely and tightly against the deputy.

"Mommy...", Faith whispers lowly against her, a little plea, a little whine turning into a contented sigh when rough lips press against her hair and fingers gently massage her hips to help her calm down. She's trembling still, eagerly lapping at every little bit of praise and admission of possessiveness the older woman reveals and showers her in.

Because she is hers.

Her drug.

Her everything.

Her mommy's little angel, now.

The mere word has her tremble with both, arousal and excitement, and love and comfort.

She lays panting against the deputy's chest, her face flushed a pink shade, skin warm with the heat of it all and the arousal still coursing through her. Her fingers tremble where they cling to the woman's shirt, her knuckles white, her smooth legs still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. And the deputy? She holds her tight, holds her like she is the most precious thing in the world. To her, Faith almost looks so impossibly small like this, like something in need to be held forever just to stay whole.

She isn't going anywhere.

Her hand strokes up and down her spine and slow, lazy passes, her other hand still resting at her throat possessively. She smirks a little when she brushes her thumb along the soft skin beneath the woman's jaw and feels her shiver from the touch. She holds her tight, holds her gently, and smiles a little as she feels her cuddle close to her at last.

Neither of them mind the wetness between them, the cum and squirt drooling and dripping from Faith and smearing against the older woman's thigh, but neither of them need to, either. Not when they're right in one another's arms, not when the deputy feels so utterly calm when she first feels Faith's body slump completely against her, then go completely limp as her breathing evens out and she sleeps soundly against her.

She holds her for another hour or so, her previous activity forgotten, the fighter's eyes resting and fingers lazily stroking along soft auburn strands of hair and even softer, warm skin.

Hers.

Always.

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