#talatomaz’s kinktober 👻

[talatomaz]

wait | natasha romanoff x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 6

a/n: i’m surprised that i’ve committed and actually followed this kinktober thing so far

kinks/trope: dry humping

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warnings: beefy!nat (a major warning). smut - slight dub-con, no actual smut. dry humping, pet names, choking, size kink, strap on, orgasm denial

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Natasha could never keep her hands off you.

Whether it was sleeping, eating, showering or watching tv, she always had hers on you. And, more often than not, it turned into sex. Not that you minded it of course. But it was just amusing to you when you heard of couple abstaining in order to intensify the pleasure when they finally had sex again.

Intrigued by the idea, you’d suggested it to Nat who had outright refused the idea. She even tried to entice you into forgetting about the idea by flexing her biceps - she knew you had a weak spot for her muscles - and wrapping her huge arms around you, pulling you impossibly close to her. When that didn’t deter you, she finally relented and agreed and so far, it had been 5 days. And that was a massive feat in and of itself.

But you’d tested Nat’s patience one time too many.

You’d decided to work out in yours and her’s shared home gym, wearing tight shorts and a sports bra that left little to imagination. Carrying out your reps, you timed your squats perfectly, Natasha walking in when you had just squatted to the floor. Your ass was practically on full show to her and the redhead found herself reaching out to grab your plump, round cheeks before catching herself.

Instead, she walked over to you and pushed you to the floor, straddling you. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was wearing a strap. She almost always was.

You loved the way her muscular arms were caging you in on either side of your head as she leant down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re not smarter than me, angel. I know exactly what you want.”

She slotted one of her thick thighs between your legs and pushed it up against your pussy making your eyes roll back at the sudden pressure against your clit.

Natasha tsked and grabbed your hips, stilling them when you’d unconsciously started to rock them against her thigh.

It was no use trying to fight her grip, she was stronger than you - and bigger - but it was one of things that made your dynamic work. You loved that she could devour you at any moment in time and you’d have no say in the matter and had to take whatever she’d decided to give you.

“Nat, you promised. Just a couple more days until we can finally fuck.”

Deciding not to answer, Natasha pinned your hands above your head and started to thrust her strap - that was concealed in her sweats - up against your barely clothed pussy. You began to pant as the friction of your shorts rubbed deliciously at the right angle directly on your clit. Natasha groaned as she watched your face contort in pleasure and as your shorts bunched up around your hips.

Natasha still held your wrists above your head on the mat but moved her other hand to wrap around your throat. She squeezed with the right amount of pressure to make you feel light headed and realise that your body was in her hands and in her control. Not that you ever forgot but having a reminder didn’t hurt.

The redhead snapped her hips harder against yours, stroking your clit in exactly the right angle. Your pussy grew wetter and your shorts were getting soaked through. You felt the coil starting to form in the lower pit of your belly and it was then that you wished you’d never suggested the idea of abstinence as you wanted nothing more than to have your pussy filled to the brim with Natasha’s thick cock.

“Nat, oh god, don’t stop. Please, right there.” You begged and whined, lifting your hips to meet each thrust.

You could feel the coil growing tighter, practically able to taste your relief. Unfortunately for you, Natasha was an expert on your body and, sensing that you were close, she stilled her hips immediately ruining your high.

Your head fell back against the mat as a pathetic whine was dragged out of your throat before being stopped when Natasha squeezed your throat again.

The latter leaned down and placed a somewhat sweet kiss on your lips and then nuzzled her head into your neck, turning slightly so she could whisper in your ear.

“Just a couple more days.”

[talatomaz]

angel | natasha romanoff x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 2

a/n: this kinda got dark at the end oop

kinks/trope: innocence kink

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warnings: stepmom!nat (yes, that’s a warning). smut - dark nat, dubcon, manipulation, masturbation, mommy kink, legal age gap (r is 18+), innocence kink, petnames and fingering (r receiving)

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Closing the fridge door shut, you downed the glass of water you’d poured a few moments earlier. You set the now empty glass on the counter top and wiped the droplets that had spilled over from your lips.

After rinsing the glass, you made your way back upstairs to your room. You were incredibly restless tonight and you weren’t sure. Well, that was a lie, you knew why.

Although it was sinful to admit and you cursed yourself for your inappropriate thoughts, you had a crush on your step mom, Natasha. You’d lost your father a few years ago and, since then, Natasha practically refused to leave your side.

Suffice it to say, you relished the attention but, you found that the more time you spent with her, the more infatuated you became. Especially when she would innocently touch your shoulder or caress your arm or thigh. Her actions were normal, right? But each and every time her soft hands were on you, you felt a strong pulsing between your legs that made you clench your thighs.

Of course, you didn’t know that Natasha was aware of just how much she affected you.

You walked upstairs, taking care not to wake your step mom, when you heard strange noises come from her room. Intrigued by the sounds, you inched closer to her door, noticing that it was cracked open. Peering inside, your mouth went dry at the sight before you.

Natasha was naked from the waist down, her body only covered with a bra. Her duvet was flung to the side and her legs were spread, a hand in between them, as her fingers pushed in and out of her pussy.

Your ears pricked at the sounds she was making but heated when you realised how wrong it was for you to be standing there even though you’d stumbled upon her accidentally. Just as you turned to walk away, a name fell from Natasha’s lips. Your name. Eyes widening, you froze in your spot, unsure of how to react.

“I know you’re out there, detka. Come inside and join Mommy.”

Your eyes grew even wider as you pushed the door open, revealing yourself to her. You approached her when she patted the empty space next to her on the bed.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-I’ve never even.”

You quietened when she placed a finger over your lips.

“It’s okay, baby. I just had to show you that I wanted you. And I know you want me. Come on, dove. Show Mommy how you touch yourself.”

“I-I don’t-“ You stumbled over your words. This was the first time you’d seen another person touch themselves let alone touching yourself.

“Has my angel never touched her sweet little pussy before?”

“No, Mommy.” You whispered, your cheeks heating in embarrassment.

“Of course you haven’t, sweetie. You’re a good little dove who’s been saving herself for her Mommy.”

Natasha cooed as she moved to hover over you, her hand dipping into your shorts.

“Am I the first person to touch you here?” She asked, slowly dragging her fingers through your folds causing a soft moan to rise through your throat.

You nodded, “Yes, Mommy. B-But, is it alright that we do this? You’re my step mom and used to be with my dad.”

Natasha leaned down to plant a deep but gentle kiss on your lips. At the same time, she pushed a finger into your tight core and groaned at how hot your walls felt around her.

“Mommy.” You whined, arching your back.

The feeling was odd and slightly painful but, as she pumped her finger in and out of you, you felt a heat growing in your stomach.

“Yes, dove. It’s okay. I’ve wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you and Mommy’s been so lonely ever since I got your father out of the way. Don’t you want to make me happy?”

[talatomaz]

blinds | jennifer jareau x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 4

a/n: this takes place during the time where jj was the unit chief

kinks/trope: voyeurism

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warnings: smut - mommy kink, voyeurism, degradation, innocent reader, legal age gap (r is 18+), choking, strap on

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“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, please sit.”

Obeying your boss’ orders, you entered her office, closing the door behind you, and went to sit at her desk.

Your hands were folded in your chest, your stomach in your throat, worried you’d done something wrong to cause this impromptu meeting.

You swallowed hardly, staring up at the attractive blonde who sat opposite you. You’d only been on the team for a couple of months, and during that time, you’d been under the command of two different unit chief’s, the most recent being Jennifer Jareau. The woman who’d called you into her office.

“Is everything okay, Miss Jareau?”

“JJ, please. Miss Jareau makes me sound like a teacher.” The blonde chuckled, hoping to put you at ease.

You smiled alongside her but still felt panic bubbling inside you. You waited for her to continue.

“To answer your question, no. No, everything is not okay. You see,” she got up and started to circle around the desk until she stood over you, “I have watched you every day since you started and I want nothing more than to rail you where you stand.”

You blinked, jaw dropping in shock as your cheeks grew hot at her words. You stammered, trying to find the right words to formulate a response but you remained mute.

JJ leaned to rest her hands on your thigh, slowly dragging it up to the place in between your legs.

“I’ve seen how you look at me. I know you want me too. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You nodded hesitantly, unsure of whether she was playing a trick or not. If she was, it was a very cruel one.

“Stand up for me, sweetie.”

You did as she asked and, before you knew it, you found yourself pushed flush against her desk, your back against her chest.

“Do you want Mommy to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours in my office whilst everyone else is working outside?”

Though you were worried about the implications of what would happen should someone walk in, you couldn’t deny that her words had an effect on you.

“Yes, Mommy.” You groaned out before being rendered mute when JJ wrapped her hand around your throat.

“Now, now, slut. You don’t want everyone to hear how good I make you feel.” She said, spreading your legs and lifting up your skirt.

She unbuttoned her own slacks, her fake cock springing free. Pulling your panties to the side, she entered you in one smooth motion. A low moan caught in your throat when JJ squeezed your neck.

She started to thrust herself in and out of you, practically feeling just how tight your walls were gripping her.

She glanced over at her half closed blinds and smirked. She started to rub your clit in time with each harsh thrust.

“Tsk tsk, seems like Emily is making her way to my office. You better hope you come before she sees you whoring yourself out to me like a good little slut.”

[talatomaz]

eyes open | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 1

a/n: happy spooky season everyone. it’s been over two months since i last wrote something so i hope you enjoy this

kinks/trope: mirror sex

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warnings: mentions of body image. smut - mirror sex (duh), strap on, praise kink, marking and choking

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“What you doing, baby?”

Startled, you jumped and turned around to face the redhead who was standing in the door frame, staring at you with a confused look in her eyes.

You shrugged, “Just staring at myself, I guess. And the longer I stare, the more disgusted I feel about how I look.”

You turned back to face yourself in the mirror and, swiftly, Wanda reappeared behind you, her hands curling around your waist, her chin resting atop your shoulder.

“All I see is my beautiful baby who is so sexy that I just can’t keep my hands off her.”

A faint blush rose to your cheeks as they heated. You hung your head, allowing your hair to drape over your face, hiding your flushed face.

“Now, now, baby,” Wanda gently pulled your hair back over your shoulder and began kissing up your neck, “you know better than to hide yourself from me.”

Leaning into her soft kisses, a breathy moan fell from your lips when her teeth grazed over that sweet spot on your neck, “sorry, Mommy.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Wanda reassured as her hands slid down from your waist to unbutton your jeans which she then tugged down your legs, alongside your panties, using her powers.

You kicked them off your feet and were about to turn to face Wanda when she kept a steady but harsh grip on your hips.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror for Mommy, detka.”

Doing as you were told, you watched as her hands roamed over your body, rising up to pull at your nipple, whilst her soft lips continued to kiss and mark up your neck.

She lowered the two of you down to the ground before pulling you up to rest on your hands and knees. She discarded her own clothes revealing a red strap between her thighs.

When she tapped your thigh, you spread your legs allowing her access to your pussy. She dragged her fake cock against your wet lips and nudged the tip inside you. She continued until she’d buried the entire strap in you.

You hung your head once more, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of being filled. But they flew open and widened when Wanda smacked your ass harshly, the sound echoing in the air. Her other hand curled around your throat deliciously as she pulled it back.

“Eyes open on the mirror, detka. If I have to tell you again, you won’t be coming tonight.”

Nodding your head, you mumbled an apology and watched as Wanda drew her hips back and forth, dragging her strap through your walls. Each time she buried herself to the hilt, she rocked her hips trying to get impossibly deeper inside you. It was taking everything in you to remain focused on the mirror and to not drop your upper body down to the soft carpet.

Your fingers gripped the fibres and a loud whine escaped your throat as Wanda started to pound herself into you at a rapid pace.

Looking into the mirror, you watched as she stared down at your pussy; she loved the way your walls were clenching around her cock and how your juices had started to drip down your thighs.

You were surprised at the look in her eyes, a mixture of animalistic lust and adornment resided in her emerald orbs. She truly loved you, the whole you, no matter how you looked and that was what brought you to the edge.

Wanda’s hands gripped your hips once more and roughly pulled them back to meet each thrust. She lifted her head to stare at the mirror. She caught your eye and her strong gaze had you enraptured, unable to look anywhere else.

“You are beautiful, detka. Now come for Mommy.”

[talatomaz]

ruined | sharon carter x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 5

a/n: my first time writing for sharon, hope it was okay

kinks/trope: hate sex

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warnings: powerbroker!sharon. smut - dubcon, strap on, rough sex, degradation, hair pulling, choking and spanking

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“Screw you, Carter.”

You could practically feel your blood boiling as you stared up at the blonde. You’d had an ongoing rivalry ever since she’d first arrived in Madripoor and had taken over your territory.

Unfortunately, there was strength in numbers.

Something she had and you didn’t.

But that didn’t stop you from going everywhere she went, attempting - and succeeding in the majority of situations - to ruin any and all deals she was trying to make.

Which is how’d you ended up in this situation. She’d set you up. That bitch.

Sharon knew it was you that was consistently messing up her deals.

In the beginning, she’d tolerated it because she’d known that she’d completely overtaken everything you once owned. But, as of late, it had started to annoy her. So, when she found out she had the potential to land one of the biggest deals she’d ever get, she couldn’t have you railroading it.

She’d falsely lured you to one of the clubs she owned - you should’ve seen it coming really - and had locked you in one of her offices.

You would’ve picked the lock, had it not had a biometric lock. You’d been here for almost an hour trying to escape when the motions whirred and the door clicked, signifying her return.

As quick as the door opened, the faster it shut, so you’d pushed Sharon up against the door and this was how you ended up here.

In a flash, she’d flipped the two of you so your chest was pressed against the door, the cold metal hardening your nipples into rough pebbles. She pushed her front flush against your back and you tried to get out of her grip when your ass brushed up against something hard.

She was packing. And not just a gun.

You stilled before attempting to squirm again but Sharon’s harsh grip had you pinned between her and the wall.

“I think that’s a great idea, honey. After all, I see the way you look at me. I know you want me to fuck that greedy pussy of yours.”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, your jeans and underwear had been pushed down to your ankles, the cool air hitting your pussy making you hiss.

“Fuck off. I know you want me more than I want you.” You spat out but grimaced in pain when Sharon used her free hand to pull your hair back.

“Oh really? Then why are you dripping wet for me? You get off on me manhandling you, don’t you, slut?”

Not waiting for an answer, you heard her unbuckling her belt and, in one thrust, she’d buried herself deep inside you.

She didn’t give you a moment to adjust. She started to roughly pound into you, sounds of skin hitting each other filling the air.

She let go of your hair and wrapped her hand around your throat instead, giving her more leverage to thrust into you. She grabbed your hip with her other hand, her harsh grip meaning that you’d wake up with a bruise there tomorrow.

“I can fuck myself better with my strap. You clearly need lessons.” You said, your words not nearly as strong as you wanted them to come out.

Sharon rutted inside you and slapped your ass cheek roughly, smiling when you cursed at the pain and when she saw a red handprint forming.

“I’m going to ruin you and then you’ll come running back to me when no one else can satisfy you the way I can.”

[talatomaz]

tell me | carol danvers x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 7

a/n: sorry this is so short, i need to sleep because i have to get up in less than three hours to go to the airport

kinks/trope: dubcon

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warnings: smut - dubcon, voyeurism, degradation kink, petnames, fingering (r receiving), captain kink and choking

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“What are you doing?”

You were currently backed into a corner in the living room of the Avengers Building. Towering over you was Captain Carol Danvers, current Avenger and your secret crush.

You’d been relaxing on the sofa, watching some comedy show that was now forgotten in the background, when Carol had joined you. She sat beside you and remained quiet but halfway through the episode, her hand started to creep up your thigh that was scantily clad with the exception of your nightie shorts.

The rest of the Avengers were currently out, some on a mission and the rest were doing god knows what.

You assumed that it was a mistake and gently nudged her hands off up, hoping she got the idea. But then she draped her arm over your shoulder and resumed her caresses. Only when she reached between your lips was when you jumped up, making up an excuse to leave.

Carol didn’t like that.

She got up and started to walk towards you as if she was a lion and you were her prey. She’d continued to move closer until you felt the cold wall behind you. Her face was inches away from yours.

You didn’t know what she was doing.

Yes, you liked her but one, you thought she was going too fast and two, you were in the public living room. Someone could walk in.

“C-Carol, stop.”

The blonde smirked when you stuttered, your voice not nearly as strong as it usually was.

“Why, baby? I’ve seen the way you look at me. I can make you feel so good. You tell me how and I’ll do it. My mouth, my fingers or my strap. Your choice, doll.”

The blood drained from your face and rushed in between your legs; you clenched your thighs in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

“Does my little slut want to be touched?”

You darted your eyes around the room, double checking that no one was there, and then relented as you nodded in response.

Carol lifted your chin with her finger and tsked, “Need to use your words, doll”

“Touch me, Captain.”

She raised an eyebrow at the title but then immediately pushed her hand into your shorts and dragged her slender fingers through your lips before slipping one inside of you. You covered your mouth with your hand to stop a groan from slipping past.

Carol used her free hand to wrench your hand from your mouth and then wrapped her hand around your throat.

“I don’t think so. I want to hear the pretty little sounds you make. Let everyone hear just how good I make you feel.”

[talatomaz]

☾ TALATOMAZ PRESENTS: KINKTOBER 2021 ☽

·˚ ༘ ┊͙༄ welcome to my kinktober/2k celebration! 31 days and 31 kinks.

⁀➷ below is the prompt list for my first kinktober 2021 2024

⁀➷ i reached 2k followers a few months ago and i just haven’t had the chance to come up with anything to celebrate but, with it being spooky season and all, i thought why not celebrate by taking part in kinktober?

⁀➷ i’ll be posting a new drabble every day. the length of the fics for each day will vary but they’ll all be linked here

⁀➷ acceptable aus: momsbestfriend / ceo!character / bestfriendsmom / beefy!character / mommy!character / professor!character / power broker!sharon / wife!character / roommate!character / neighbour!character / dark!character / stepmom!character

⁀➷ hope you all enjoy, please don’t be shy to send me feedback of any kind!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

➢ here’s the list for each day:

DAY 1: mirror sex w/wanda maximoff

DAY 2: innocence kink w/stepmom!natasha romanoff

DAY 3: daddy kink w/hailey upton

DAY 4: voyeurism w/jennifer jareau

DAY 5: hate sex w/pb!sharon carter

DAY 6: dry humping w/beefy!natasha romanoff

DAY 7: dubcon w/carol danvers

DAY 8: overstimulation w/emily thorne

DAY 9: car sex w/tess nobody

DAY 10: riding w/carol danvers

DAY 11: drunk sex w/jane tennant

DAY 12: begging w/andy herrera

DAY 13: somnophilia w/step!momwanda maximoff

DAY 14: strap-on w/valkyrie

DAY 15: jealousy w/letty ortiz

DAY 16: against a wall w/stella kidd (molly’s)

DAY 17: choking w/carol danvers

DAY 18: office sex w/alex cabot

DAY 19: breeding kink w/regina mills/maya bishop

DAY 20: in the kitchen/edging w/jennifer jareau

DAY 21: knife kink w/lottie matthews

DAY 22: shower w/andy herrera (6x01)

DAY 23: belly bulge kink w/valkyrie

DAY 24: thigh riding w/wandavision!wanda maximoff

DAY 25: sundress w/carol danvers

DAY 26: marking w/andy herrera

DAY 27: bondage (magic) w/regina mills

DAY 28: dirty dreams w/hailey upton

DAY 29: praise kink w/stella kidd

DAY 30: mommy kink w/jennifer jareau

DAY 31: dacryphilia w/regina mills

[talatomaz]

shots | emily thorne x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 8

a/n: this is set at some point in s2, before amanda was killed in the boat explosion and this will flop completely

kinks/trope: overstimulation

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warnings: smut - dacryphilia, degradation kink, petnames, oral implied (r receiving) edging, fingering (r receiving), orgasm denial

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It was your own fault.

You wouldn’t be in this position had you not decided to spend time at the Stowaway, specifically doing shots with Amanda.

Emily was a very jealous person so when she found you drinking with Amanda, allowing the latter to caress your arm or tuck your hair behind your ear, Emily could feel the possessive rage coursing through her.

You weren’t drunk but had been tipsy when Emily had dragged you away to the beach house and had ordered you to strip naked and wait for her in your shared room.

Emily was also quite condescending, especially during sex. But, honestly, you loved the way she would tease you and degrade you. And this is what she’d spent the last hour doing.

She’d left you a crying mess, sweat sticking strands of your hair to your forehead. Exactly how she liked you. She’d edged you at least 4 times and still hadn’t granted you permission to come. And you were ready to fully breakdown and beg and plead like your life depended on it.

In that moment, it felt like it did because the pressure between your legs was almost painful at this point but she’d forced your legs to spread out on the bed, refusing to allow you to get any form of release.

“I’m sorry, Em. Please. I need to come.”

“No, you want to come. You don’t need to. Sluts like you don’t deserve to come.”

She said, wiping her mouth of the remnants of your juices.

“Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t believe you, princess. I think my whore is just lying to me.”

“No, no, I swear. I’ll never do it again.” You cried out, shaking your head profusely.

The blonde thrust her fingers into you once more causing you to whine in relief as you arched your back.

“You did 8 shots with Amanda. So for each one, that’s one orgasm you’re not allowed to have. If you pass out or come without permission, we’ll start again.”

[talatomaz]

yours | hailey upton x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 3

a/n: y’all should send me more hailey requests, either sfw or nsfw, idrc. i just need to write more fics for my wife

kinks/trope: daddy kink

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

warnings: gross men. smut - edging, fingering, daddy kink, petnames, slight degradation kink

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“Hailey, fucking hell!”

You groaned as the former pushed another finger inside of you. She’d already worked you up to the edge for second time, with her mouth and her fingers, and it seemed like she was trying for a third. And she was succeeding.

The blonde had a lot of pent up energy ever since you’d completed your undercover mission. In order to bust a drug operation, Voight had sent you to go undercover as a hooker moonlighting as a waitress at this fancy club for schmucks, pervs and rich assholes. And, of course, that meant allowing men to get grabby with you much to the irk of both you and your girlfriend, Hailey.

Her hands twitched as she watched those slimy men put their hands on you through the grainy video that you were secretly recording through a camera hidden in your necklace.

You hated it as much as she did, even more so; wanting nothing more than to slap their hands away and kick them where the sun don’t shine.

The mission lasted until the middle of the night when you’d finally caught a break and had gotten the information you needed. After doing the relative paperwork, Hailey had dragged you back to your shared apartment and, as soon as the door was closed behind you, her hands were on you. But her touch was the only ones you really wanted. Hailey was the only one allowed to lay her hands on your body. After all, you were hers and she was yours.

“Those dicks thinking they could have you. I should have taken you right then and there and showed them who you truly belong to.”

You whined at her words, bucking your hips to drive her fingers deeper into you.

“You’re my beautiful baby. Only I get to see you like this. And only I can make you feel like this. Right, baby?

You nodded frantically, not strong enough to voice any coherent words.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, daddy!” You moaned, your mind growing hazy when her fingers pressed deliciously against that sweet spot inside you.

Her fingers stilled inside you for a brief moment when the title had slipped past your lips. You’d never called her that before.

Noticing that she’d stopped moving her fingers, you blinked, clearing the cloudiness of your mind when you realised exactly what you had said.

You opened your mouth, embarrassed and ready to apologise when, in one swift, smooth motion, Hailey covered your mouth with a deep kiss and thrust her fingers in you once more.

She buried her face in the crook of your neck, her mouth right near your ear as she started to whisper sweet nothings to you. It was like a switch went off in her mind.

“You’re such a little slut for daddy huh, baby? Only daddy can make you feel this good.”

Her husky whispers came out in hot pants as she brought her thumb to your clit and started to rub harsh non-existent circles on the little nub.

“Come for daddy, slut.”