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razrbladekiss · 1 year ago

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Thirty-seven minutes | Tig Trager

A/N: this is just a shitty little angsty one shot, which i put together in like fifteen minutes. it's supposed to be helping me get back into the swing of things with writing, but it isn't! but anyway, here 'ya go!

WORD COUNT: 900 smth

PAIRING: tig trager x fem!reader

WARNINGS: angst, strong language. you're in your cunt era

Thirty-seven minutes ago, malevolence was rippling through your veins, surging through each and every artery like hot, molten lava drifting toward that village at the volcano’s edge.

You were mere seconds from an outburst, almost spattering your last morsel of equanimity when Clay’s pompous snarl reached the drums of your ears and all you saw was red.

Ripping the man limb from fucking limb would’ve been so gratifying, you thought. Causing him that same abundance of grief that he had inflicted upon you, making him hurt, was the one thing you could only wish to happen.

But slivering so deeply into Clay Morrow seemed borderline inconceivable. Because he was formidable, and tough, and you were yet to see him crumble under the wayward burdens bestowed upon him by his club.

Frankly, getting to him was simply impossible. And, if you could strike a chord within that phlegmatic prick, Tig wouldn’t even let you try.

It wasn’t worth it, he guaranteed that seeking revenge for the shit the SAMCRO President did to you—to the man that you love—wasn’t worth thinking about.

Because he might’ve made Tig dive head first into yet another ire-fueled, gun-wielding battle that could’ve ended a hell of a lot more bloody than what it did, but that was a part of this life.

You understood that. You understood what Tig’s life—his line of work—entailed, but it was tough. Coming to terms with it all—every last thing—was painful, and sometimes you wished that Clay didn’t depend on him so much.

But he did. And there was nothing that you could’ve done to change that, or put a stop to it. So you got along with it.

You got along with it until you couldn’t.

Ten minutes ago your face was reddening, rage dripping from every pore as you became privy to the events of the day. Eagerly—desperately—you awaited an explanation.

An explanation that never came.

An explanation that you needed, but one that you never got. And, for that, you were irrationally angry.

“I just hate that he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, Tig! It’s gonna get you seriously hurt one day!” You expressed your repugnance, stamping into the clubhouse.

Tig was hot on your heels.

“I’m sick of finding out through Jax, or Juice, that Clay has put you into yet another situation that you might not find your way out of—“

“Baby—“

“No! Don’t baby me, Alexander.” Pissed, you threw back at him as you stopped dead at the front door. “You’re not getting out of this by sweet-talking, or fucking me, like you always do.”

Being an authoritative figure suited you, he thought. Being put in his place by you was so sexy, he thought.

But you had also yelled at him—“humiliated” him—right in front of his club, and he was irked at your boldness.

The boldness that he lauded, of course, but the boldness that no old lady should’ve conveyed before the Sons Of Anarchy.

Because old ladies were supposed to be submissive. They were supposed to take orders, know their place, and abide by the rules set in place by the club.

That wasn’t your thing, however.

“I—I can’t take this anymore.” Frustrated, you retorted. “This fucking club—“

“Hey!” Tig yelled, pointing at you.

This unbending—frightening—look washed over his face, and for the first time ever, you felt yourself tremble underneath his gaze.

“Don’t talk shit about this fucking club!”

Your heart was pounding.

“I’m serious!” He barked, cornering you.

Tig was intimidating, everybody and their fucking dog knew that. Everybody knew what he did, or what he had the capability of doing.

But you weren’t scared of him.

Not anymore.

You puffed out your chest a little, refusing to be backed up against the wall. You walked a little closer to him. Two noses almost brushed against one another.

“And so am I.” You said, biting back tears. “I am so fucking serious about this—“

“About what?!” Tig was yelling again now.

He was so short tempered. But never with you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you began by saying “about how this club—more like fucking cult—is ruining our relationship that we have been trying so hard to rebuild!”

It was like a weight lifted, but it maimed him.

Because you hadn’t known Tig before the Sons, nor would you ever know that version of him. But he thought that you enjoyed him being part of such a tight brotherhood, a ready made family that supported the pair of you, not just him.

And there were benefits to Samcrow, there always were. But Tara had told you what it was like getting involved with them, and you chose to ignore the warning.

Until now.

“It’s like everything you do revolves around the club.” You say, as if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world. You take a step toward Tig, making him take a step backwards.

Fists clenched.

“We had something good, Tig. We really had a beautiful thing. But the Sons Of Anarchy have brainwashed you into thinking that, if you’re not here twenty four hours a fucking day, that some shit will happen and the club will crumble.”

He rolled his jaw.

“I promise you, nothing bad will happen if you take a day to spend time with your old lady—y’know, the woman you married.”

“You spend too much time with Tara—“

“And that’s such a bad thing?!” You hurled his way. “I spend my days in this shithole! I have no other fucking friends aside from the club and their wives, and it sucks! And now you’re mad at me for spending time with the only female in this gang that I can tolerate?!”

“Not a gang!”

“Oh, fuck off!” You stomp toward the front door, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth of your husband.

Tig couldn’t wrangle his composure. He couldn’t bring himself to go after you as your heels clicked along the uneven concrete, and you mithered to yourself about how worthless he was.

He didn’t care.

He couldn’t find a reason to care.

You disrespected his club, so he threw away the vows that he made to you.

Only temporarily, of course.

Because in thirty-seven minutes, he’ll be at your knees begging for forgiveness.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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I Wonder, Can I Have a Taste?

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous/Possessive Flo, Insecure Flo / Reader. Mixed signals (Flo -> R!)

Smut: Oral (Reader), Strap-on (R), “Blow-Job” (Flo), Nipple Stimulation(F), Mommy (Flo), Angel (R), Marking (R/F)

18+ | Minors DNI ‼️

Florence had been a bit anxious about going to the Netflix premiere of Wonder alone, and so she was beyond thrilled that after only a tiny bit of pleading you'd agreed to go with her., "Y/N—darling, are you almost ready to go?," Florence shouted back towards the door of the hotel bathroom while looking herself over in the vanity mirror, smiling in pure amusement when you finally shouted back a labored yes. This was only ever meant to be a pitstop to change out of one fancy set of clothing, and into another. However you're not Miss. Hollywood so it takes you just a smidge longer to change outfits. She didn't really mind though, she would take your slow as a snail pace over being made to go alone any day.

"Shall we go then?," she turned around with an excited expression at the sound of your voice. Beautiful eyes of hazel gave you a slow once over, and you shyly looked away when they'd finally made their way up to yours., "You look stunning Y/N.," Flo complimented, thoroughly enjoying the way you were doing your best not to fall apart at her words. She meant it too, you were wearing a two piece to correspond with hers, it was two toned, and split down the middle, with hers coming in black and creme that alternated sides with each different piece she had on while yours did the same but it came in two complimenting shades of green.

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"Let's go.," you groaned playfully as you took in her smirk, Flo was quick to link her suited arm through yours, and then the both of you made your way down to the car., "Seriously Y/N, you look beautiful.," the blonde reiterated, you'd continued to keep your eyes downcast but she still saw your sweet, shy smile., "You look lovely as well Flo.," she smiled and squeezed your arm in thanks before opening the door to the awaiting car for you, and then she herself scooted in right after for the short drive.

Florence smirked to herself when you were doing your best to avoid looking at her, your gaze transfixed on the beautiful NY city skyline. She'd always loved how easy it was to tease you, your reactions were just so darn cute, like whenever you would whine or shove her away. Flo absolutely adored you, and if anyone were to ask she'd say you were her favorite person. That pretty face and angelic nature of yours only urged on her need to tease you, and as much as she loved to tease, you hated it just the same, to have the woman you were beyond smitten with playing upon the feelings you had for her was never really a welcome experience.

However, you knew for Flo it was all in good fun, it's likely she'd failed to understand just how much you'd wanted her to mean it over the years, or just how devastated you'd been whenever she would leave a party with another. John, her driver, would always drop you off first while she sat in the back making out with someone new, and you'd enter your apartment broken every single time. After each time you sillily convinced yourself it might be different. That this time when Flo danced with you to the sensual beat that is was for you, and not to pull the gaze of another—but it never was different.

The cycle was likely to repeat tonight too, but this time you decided it best to do a bit of flirting yourself, the need to be intimate with someone not lost on your touch deprived body. Every time Florence had touched you at the premiere earlier tonight told you just as much. For her it was an anxiety reliever, but for you it only made your skin crawl with need, and you knew just what you'd be seeking out tonight. Should not be hard either, you've felt the eyes of her costars, and movie team all day long.

Florence tapped your shoulder, the shiver it sent down your spine hard to hide, but you just tugged your hardly there jacket tighter to feign coldness, and fortunately for you Florence was far too nervous to question it., "Ready doll?," you hummed, and now found you were cursing yourself for ever agreeing to come tonight with every innocent pet name she threw your way.

As soon as you entered the venue you apprised Flo that you'd be getting a drink, and offered to bring her back her go to flute of white wine. Her bright smile all the confirmation you'd needed as she sucked up her nerves and began to make the rounds with her previous team. You'd always admired the way that she took to knowing all those involved in the film making process. She cared so deeply for all those around her and you reason that's why you are still agreeing to being her plus one, no matter how it hurts come the end of each night.

While you waited for the bartender to fix your "wet pussy" and to pour Flo's wine you could feel a few sets of eyes on your body, and it brought a smile to your face to finally be seen. After surveying the prospective patrons you settled on sending a flirty smile back to the beyond gorgeous redheaded woman. It seemed to work too because she was soon elegantly striding her way on over to you with eyes that shone of nothing short of lust. Her hourglass figure filled her silky red knee high dress beautifully, and the plunging neckline left you with the lovely knowledge she'd gone braless.

"Hey sweetheart, wanna tell me why a beautiful girl such as yourself is all alone at the bar?," her predatory gaze, plus the rasp in her voice sent a delicious chill down your spine, and she held a smug smirk as you softly sipped on your drink to gather the lubrication needed to speak., "Technically I'm not here alone, but I am in all the ways that count.," you answered her with a subtle yet confident smirk, and watched her hand closely as she settled it on your outer hip, while her other brushed your hair behind your ear., "Well, I'd be glad to show you back to my place and have you screaming in all the ways that also count."

Florence was growing worried as she saw all her friends returning with drinks, ones who'd went up well after you did, and so she started to make her way through the crowd of people. Only to then be stopped in her tracks when she saw you flirting with one of the makeup artists. Her least favorite one mind you—she's a total player, and there's no way she'd ever let her sink her treacherous talons into your wings. Especially not when she had this sudden, and overwhelming urge to be the one to have you in such scandalous ways. It'd evaded her until now that the reason teasing you is so much fun for her is because she'd always thought you were the most precious thing, someone she could one day mould into her perfect angel. Sometimes you need an outside stimulus to make you see what's right in front of you, and this moment here and now was Florence's.

Her blood boiled at the way Janet leaned into you, the words she heard leaving her mouth nearly made her vomit, and without a moment wasted Florence's arm reached around your waist, pushing the wenches hand off of your hip., "That won't be necessary Janet, but I am sure you could find another to fulfill you.," the way Flo pulled you into her made you feel even more electrified than the previous encounter., "Leave.," she lowly growled when the redhead appeared interested in fighting, but the 'try me' glare reminded her of Flo's star status pull causing her to abandon her post rather quickly.

Florence made no move at first to separate from you as thoughts of Janet touching you plagued her mind, and though the thought of Flo wanting you was exhilarating you refused to believe this was more than it likely was. Clearly Janet was bad news and Florence just wanted to protect you she always did with you. Well, you believed that until her grip on your hip tightened—almost possessively, and she then slowly leaned into your ear from behind leaving you a bit torn., "I wonder, can I get a taste?," you were a bit confused but spun around nonetheless, lifting the straw of your nearly finished drink to her lips, and Florence honestly found the innocence rather adorable.

She made a show of wrapping her lips around the straw, her eyes locked on yours as she sucked the liquor up, only for them to flutter shut as she swallowed down the sweet drink that came with a subtle burn, and it was when she moaned at the flavor that your resolve was all but gone. Florence released the straw, her eyes opening to see you looking like a deer caught in headlights causing her to hotly chuckle, that natural deepness making your knees weak, and so her leaning in didn't help., "That was delicious angel, but not exactly the type of wet pussy I was interested in tasting..."

That was truly the last straw for you, the way her hands were already on your hips so that she could hold you up, a sign that she already knew that it would be too., "My darling angel, do you think you can help me out with that?," you nodded dumbly, and Florence chuckled while inconspicuously guiding your shaking form out of the long forgotten about party and into the elevator where the moment the door had closed her lips were on yours., "Fuck, I just know you're going to taste so good honey, my sweet angel, with her equally as sweet pussy.," your soft moans and little nod to her words nearly had her ripping your suit off right there, but she managed to hold onto her last bit of resolve for the sake of your nervous heart.

However, the second that the elevator reached the first floor Florence couldn't contain her excitement, she pulled back from you with the brightest smile that made you instantly melt. She pecked your lips ever so sweetly once more just before winking at you and before you could even blink she was pulling you out and towards her car by the firm hold on your hip. A bright smile had blanketed your face the whole way there as you watched Florence eagerly pull you along, but then it fell as you noticed how her driver John had reflexively opened both doors on the passenger's side of the car.

Florence completely overlooked the doors, she'd never noticed her own patterns and as she pounced on you in the backseat her driver swiftly shut the door with a perplexed face. You were instantly mortified, John and you'd always conversed on these rides and the way he looked at you left you feeling a bit insecure. This sudden shame washed over you, and the thought of becoming another notch in Flo's belt made you feel nauseous.

A clueless Florence Pugh was trying to pick right back up from where you'd left off as she slammed her eager lips to your hesitant set., "Darling, what's the matter?," she asked in a raspy tone, one telling you that she was less than a second away from devouring you, and instead of it making you ecstatic you could feel your stomach twisting into knots., "I can't.," Florence was worried that she might've misread this whole situation, her heart on the verge of cracking open at the potential truth., "Baby, what's wrong?," she reached out to cup your cheeks, but instead of finding comfort in holding you she gasped as you slapped them away while violently shaking your head from side to side., "No, Florence. I-I can't be another one of your one night stands—I won't do it!"

Florence was truly taken aback, she just couldn't tell if it was from your words or the way you'd so violently rejected her advances. Instead of pushing you further she fell back into her seat with thoughts of what went wrong while John sensed the tension and decided to make the drive back to your apartment as the both of you sat there in uneasy silence.

While Flo was thinking over every time she'd made you witness her sexual escapades you were sat crying right besides her. Her heart sank further every time she thought of a past event, and your sob in tandem only pushed it down further. There'd always been a slight bit of tension between you both but she thought it was the alcohol, and never a genuine interest. Turns out you were just too nice to ever say what was on your mind with each passing moment, and Florence was too invested in getting off to consider her actions having an affect on you. The longer she thought about it though she knew that somewhere deep down she'd likely always known how you felt. In this very moment she felt like an absolute tool to have played with your heart in such a way, and to only find you of interest tonight when her claim to you was threatened doubled her guilt.

After a few minutes of introspective silence your sniffles broke through Flo's shame spiral, but it was only as they were followed by a door slamming shut. John knew better than to go though, and Florence shouted her thanks and instructed him to go home through the glass separator before she was next to slam the door. It didn't take her long to catch up to you as you were a sobbing mess and she was genuinely sprinting for her life., "Y/N/N...," she panted out your name into the cold night, a soft cloud following her words to accentuate the chill., "Go home Flo, or maybe go back to the party to find your next sexual conquest; either way I'm not interested.," your cold response was not a deterrent, and her hand was quick to catch your door as you tried to shut it in her face., "Y/N, please, just hear me out."

Reluctantly you let her in, stepping to the side with a heavy sigh you reasoned that it was only fair to give her a chance to speak. Everything happened so fast, and she deserved a moment to process just as much as you did., "Y/N/N, you have every right to be mad.," you scoffed., "Wow. Thanks a lot for graciously granting me the permission.," Flo flinched at the way you spoke once more as she'd never been on the receiving end of your wrath before.

"I just mean I understand what went wrong, and I'm sorry.," she mumbled while her gaze dropped from your furious one that she simply couldn't bare., "It never occurred to me that you were ever displaced by my old ways.," you held back your reply, because even though she literally did this to you just last month you could hear her struggling to speak and you obviously still love her dearly., "Tonight would have been different though—I swear to it Y/N... I never would've thought of you that way."

Sorrow rushed through you once more, but as you went to speak Florence's voice boomed., "You mean the absolute world to me, how do you not know that already?," she finally met your gaze again and her eyes were a mix between genuine hurt, and a bit of rage making you gulp as she quickly made her way over to you. After backing you up into the wall of your apartment Flo caged you in with toned arms., "I've loved you for years as my best friend, but I realized tonight that my love runs deeper."

"Flo, you can't just say—.," Florence's finger was pressed over your lips instantaneously., "Angel, I mean it. It hadn't occurred to me before tonight, but when Janet's hands were on your waist I felt this rage consuming my entire body.," she slowly leaned her body against yours., "At first I thought it was because she was a skank that I couldn't trust.," her hands then fell from the wall to grip you by your waist., "Which is true—she is, and there was no way you were leaving with her, but that wasn't all of it. It was also that this almost carnal need for me to have you overcame me and suddenly I knew something I wish I'd known all along."

"Wh-what's that?," you shakily whispered, Florence's hands slid until her arms were wrapped around your lower back, and her eyes were glossy and full of vulnerability as she smiled at you., "That you're the one who is meant to be in my arms Y/N, on all the red carpets, on the streets of whatever city I inhabit, and most importantly in my bed."

"You're sure going through a lot of trouble here Flo.," you nervously mumbled, your heart was desperately pounding within your chest as she seems to have just confessed her love for you., "You're worth it, and I'll do whatever it takes to convince you that I want this whole life with you my angel.," This is all you've wanted for years—for her to finally see you, so you're not about to allow your insecurities to ruin your chances again., "Then how about you finally have that taste you were so desperate for, hm?"

Florence smirked as a wave of confidence left you in the form of words she'd waited to hear. Leaning forward she caught your lips in a rough kiss, setting a fast paced momentum as her arms relinquished their embrace of you to make quick work of the buttons of your top. You shook your shoulders to help the heavy denim fall from your body, and just as quickly as your bare breasts were exposed to the air were her hands kneading at the flesh, with a set of thumbs roughly rolling over your nipples. Gasps of shock left your lips, allowing the blonde to slip her tongue into your mouth, and your gasps soon turned into moans as your barely covered center glided over her knee that was now perfectly slipped between your thighs.

"Fuck.," your groans were like music to the blondes ears, and the way your arousal was smearing over her thigh as your hips continued to reflexively move against her was driving her out of her mind. Florence had been in no real rush tonight seeing as how she'd no plans that required sleep, but as the scent of your arousal wafted up she realized she wasn't all that interested in taking things slow anymore., "Mommy's going to get that taste now.," she mumbled against your lips, hands that once roamed now sat on your hips to halt your movements and that left you quite the whining mess for Flo to chuckle at., "Be patient love."

Florence's lips softly pecked yours once more before they began to travel down your exposed upper body hungrily. Marks of all sorts were left in their wake as she dropped to her knees, nervous eyes looked down to see hazel ones alit with giddy need, the darkened orbs winked up at you, and your body shivered as her hands bunched your skirt up., "Oh my, was my angel going to be a whore tonight?," Florence growls as she takes in the sight of your bare cunt, her fingers reflexively dig into plush thighs as the idea of another person touching you threatens to upset her newfound peace., "Never mind that now, because mommy got to you first, and I'll be ruining you for anyone else henceforth."

Florence threw your right leg over her shoulder and settled a hand on your left hip to steady you as she lunged forward to finally get her fill. Loud moans erupted from your throat as she sloppily ate you out, and low grunts that only spurred on your immense bouts of pleasure left hers since your hips held no shame as they rolled, meeting her mouths ministrations. Your essence now covered the entire lower half of her face, and she was positively reeling as your divine release finally flooded her mouth., "Angel, you taste better than I dreamed you would—fuck, I can't believe I've waited this long to have you.," you whined pitifully as Florence's tongue showed no mercy, lapping at your sensitive folds all in the name of ensuring none of your arousal goes to waste but if she were to be truthful it was because she wasn't ready to give up her space between your thighs yet, tasting you from the source had already become something she deemed addictive.

The blonde chuckled into your core when your hand weakly tried to push her head away, you moaned as the vibrations traveled throughout your body, successfully working you up again., "Please tell mommy you have a strap baby, I am nowhere close to finished with this pretty pussy.," Florence excitedly murmured into your heat just before she began to kiss back up your body, her hands held onto you tightly so that you wouldn't slide onto the floor yourself., "Answer mommy now baby, come on, I know you're still in there.," she teased while looking right into your eyes and smiling at you softly. Florence found your dazed state amusing, she'd barely even begun and you were proving to be a bit of a beautiful mess already.

"Darling, mommy doesn't like being made to ask more than once.," she whispered, there was a hint of playfulness to her tone, but you could tell she wasn't exactly joking so you did your best to clear your mind so you could answer her., "I have one in my bedside drawer.," Florence slammed her lips to yours in the midst of her excitement, her arms then wrapped around your middle so she could lift you up. The action caused you to squeal into her mouth, shocked that she had such strength, and for her to groan as your drenched center was now pressing into her exposed abdomen.

She held you securely to her body then she raced down the hall like the offer to have you beneath her was going to expire. The eagerness in her actions made your heart flutter, and hers followed suit with the sounds of you giggling. Florence was gentle as she lowered you onto your mattress, and though she was literally just rushing to strap you, now she was stood still. She hovered above you with a soft smile, and a set of eyes unmoving from your face., "What?," she chuckled at your expected nervousness., "You're just so beautiful Y/N, I need to take a minute to admire the pristine work of art before turning it into a torn up masterpiece."

Florence jumped back, expertly avoiding your violence all the while laughing boisterously., "What? You were the one who asked.," she playfully mused as you lifted onto your elbows, and your breath hitched when you saw her in all her suddenly bare glory; how one could be that beautiful stumped you, it felt like a crime. Then to see her slipping into a harness with your strap dangling from it in preparation for fucking you had your whole body warming up. The blonde saw your eyes fixated on the thick silicone so she made quite the show of stroking it while slowly approaching your bed, and climbing on to once again hover over you., "Well, I was going to ask if you had lube...," she paused, and your eyes followed hers on the path to your glistening folds., "But I'm now under the impression we won't be needing it."

Florence allowed the heavy strap to drop from her hand causing you to groan as the tip perfectly slapped your engorged clit and Flo once again chuckled at your reactive nature., "You've been a desperate whore all day Y/N, and I have all night, what's to say I don't drag this whole process out, hm?," you could see the need for control in her eyes, she was desperate to have you clinging to her, begging for her to give it all to you, and that was exactly what she'd get., "Mommy, please... I will be your best girl, I promise, please just fill me up."

"I don't know, you were ready to give it up to that redheaded bimbo earlier.," she growls, you frown as you see some residual insecurities lurking beneath her gaze, and your heart aches since she still doesn't get it., "Mommy, I thought you didn't want me, but now that I know you really do I'm not ever going to think of anyone else.," you pulled her down by your newfound hold of her face to kiss her slowly., “I’m all yours Flo.,” she pulled back to see the truth confirmed in your eyes, and when she finally saw it she smirked., “All fucking mine.”

A loud gasp erupted from deep within you when Flo thrusted the strap into you without any further hesitation. Short, pained breaths continued to flow passed your lips as the stretch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. Every inch that she pushed into you was a struggle., “Fucking hell baby, you’re so tight around me.,” she grunted against your neck and the both of you moaned when her hips finally met yours., “Mommy, fuck, I’m so full.”

Something finally clicked in Florence’s head while she waited for you to adjust to the sizable intrusion, and once she realized that no one had used this particular toy on you before she was excited., “Baby, I am gonna move now, okay?,” her hips pulled back at the sound of your hum, and you moaned loudly against the shell of her ear when she slammed back into you which you found was only the beginning of the brutal pace she was setting you up for.

Florence was desperate to see you coming undone so she held herself up with her hands besides your head while her hips rutted into you without reprieve. She was enamored by the way your boobs bounced with every harsh thrust, or how your face scrunched up as the pleasure was rolling through you in droves., “‘m so close, please mommy let me cum.,” Flo beamed when you asked for permission, and she herself was desperate to see it happen so she wasted no time in readjusting so that one hand could slide down your body and rub tight circles onto your clit., “Go ahead angel, let go.”

Her face lit up when your orgasm rolled right through you, the stinging feeling of your nails dragging down her back as the pleasure of her pounding into you was becoming too much for you to bare was spurring on her own arousal. Florence was desperate for release of her own, and in one fluid motion you found yourself on top of her strap, her hands holding yours as she sweetly encouraged you to ride her., “Come on baby girl, fuck you look so pretty up there, just be my good girl and ride my cock.,” and you didn’t waste any time with giving her all she could ever want from you.

Your hands left hers, and fell to her breasts where you kneaded the fleshy mounds in hopes of bringing her further pleasure. Florence’s mouth was agape as you tweaked her nipples between your fingers, and ground down against her so aggressively that the pressure being placed on her clit left her beyond clarity. Florence screamed your name aloud, followed by a string of colorful words as her orgasm took her over, and you fell into her, catching her moans as your lips crashed into hers as a second wave of burning hot pleasure consumed your entire being. The kiss was sloppy as the both of you tried to catch your breaths, neither of you seemed to want to be disconnected for even a second even if it would help with the breathlessness.

Flo watched you with curious eyes as you were clearly a woman on a mission, you gently kissed down her jawline, and she was proud that without her needing to say a word you knew to leave her visible skin unmarked. When you lifted off her strap she frowned, but it didn’t last long as your mouth continued to travel, this time nibbling and sucking deep red marks into the soft skin of her breasts and abdomen. It turned her on to no end knowing you were staking your claim, and then when she saw that you were now settled in between her thighs she was practically drooling.

Your hands gripped her at the base of the strap, you yanked up before pushing back down and causing the fabric to rub against her just right. The blonde moaned at the sensation, then again at the sight of you lowering your face. Licking the tip you visually teased her as you savored the taste of your own arousal, she was unable to keep still as she anticipated your next movements, her arousal abundant as she could now feel it dripping over her ass. Once your lips had wrapped around the tip she found the urge to fuck your mouth was all too consuming.

Her hips jutted up off the bed, forcing the thick strap further into your mouth than you had anticipated taking, causing you to gag harshly and for hot tears to instantly fill your eye-line. Florence groaned, the whole ordeal becoming an indelible memory for the woman that will likely inspire all your future sexual endeavors. You were just so incredibly hot as you now struggled to keep up with her hips thrusts. The hand tightly woven through your hair keeping you in place as she fucked your throat raw. She knew she wouldn’t last long with a sight like this, and fortunately for you it was only about a minute of building her up before that tight coil in her stomach was ready to burst.

Her body thrashed as her second, far more powerful orgasm overtook her body. The hold she had on your head was loosened enough to grant you the ability to release the strap, and so you pulled back, desperately gasping for air as you slowly crawled up the bed to lie beside the blissed out woman. Florence turned her head to face you, a pleased smile on her face as she took in your mussed up features., “Look at how perfect; my beautiful, torn up masterpiece.,” she sighed as she leaned in to kiss you, her tongue quick to enter your mouth, and the remnants of your arousal on your tongue were enough to keep her satiated as she lazily made out with you before pulling your tired body into hers for a much needed moment of relaxation.

“Angel, we need to get you cleaned up.,” Flo cooed against your hairline, and your sleepy grumbles in response had her chuckling., “It’ll be okay, I’ll do all of the work.,” she reassured you while slowly sitting the both of you up, and guiding your wobbly form to your bathroom. While the water warmed up she allowed you to lean against her chest since you were clearly too tired to stand alone. Just as promised she took care of everything from washing your hair and body to changing your sheets before laying a freshly dressed you atop the new set.

“Goodnight Flossie.,” you mumbled as you threw an arm over her abdomen as soon as she was lying down beside you., “I love you too.,” Flo beamed, looking down she admired your soft features and her heart was fluttering in her chest at your soft admittance., “Goodnight my angel, I love you so very much.”

Florence smiled when your sleeping form snuggled further into her, she'd always loved your apple scented products, but she'd yet to be this close to smell them. Having the comforting scent surround her settled her remaining reservations about taking such a big step with you. No longer did she wonder if she made the right decision, of course she did—you were a wonder all your own, and she'd be damned if she'd ever let you slip away from her grasp.

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Sorry, I have been rather ill lol.

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