#which is kinda crazy?!?? belly button is high waisted already! but i was getting used to it riding up higher and higher...

[lilahsmorgan]

i exclusively wear high-waisted jeans and vehemently oppose the low-waist jean trend that's coming back. but we gotta look at ourselves and be real and acknowledge that the high-waisted jeans are getting just a bit tooooo high-waisted. honestly getting more into jump suit territory at this point

[queenmylovely]

Don’t Forget to Brush

Summary: Roger taylor x fem!reader. After a long, hungover day, some toothpaste and a certain look are all it takes to turn it around. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff, cussing, innuendo about toothpaste, smut (kind of sub!rog barely, oral sex], [18+!! marked with ***])

A/N: Alright, so this was quite the interesting request lol, but I actually had a lot of fun writing it and banged it out in an hour. I appreciate the creativity of the request, and while full-on smut doesn’t happen, I think this is pretty fitting for the topic at hand. Also, the title is a play on “don’t forget to smile” which I’m both sorry and not sorry ab (at least it’s not swallow... that I am sorry for saying). This is my first Roger smut, so that’s exciting too! Any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

Request: May I request one where the reader is brushing her teeth and walks into the bedroom to answer a question of rogers and he sees the white toothpaste all round her mouth and chin and it reminds him of something else that’s usually round her mouth and smutty smUt takes place

Masterlist 

(he’s just so fucking cute /and like a little bit subby/)

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It was a lazy Saturday in for you and your boyfriend, Roger, after a crazy Friday night out with him and his bandmates. The two of you had stayed on the couch all day with the blinds drawn, plenty of water, and the TV turned on with the volume on low for the majority of the day, only really getting over your hangovers at around 5:00pm.

From then, you made spaghetti together for dinner and relaxed by watching a couple movies and listening to a couple records while switching off playing with each other’s hair. You were ending the night much earlier than either of you were used to (although, let’s be honest, it was always an early night when you were hungover) at only 10:00pm.

Normally, on nights after long days of hangovers, the two of you would have lazy sex lying down next to each other before going to sleep to let off some of the tension that gathered throughout the day when you had too big a headache or penchant for throwing up to do anything about it. But tonight it didn’t seem like Roger was up for it because earlier you had straddled his lap and started to make out with him, but he returned the kisses half-heartedly and you gave up after only a minute.

You shrugged to yourself as you started getting ready for bed. Changing out of your comfy lounge clothes into your just as comfy pajamas, you headed to the bathroom to do your nightly routine. You always started with brushing your teeth so that if you ended up getting toothpaste around your mouth (which was most of the time) and needed to wash it off, you wouldn’t wash off your moisturizer with it.

After squeezing out a glob of toothpaste, you started brushing your teeth, humming “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window,” by The Beatles in an attempt to make yourself actually brush for two whole minutes. When you were done, you leaned down and spit into the sink, and just before you rinsed out your mouth, you remembered something you needed to tell Roger.

Walking into the bedroom, you called to him, “Rog, we need to remember to pick up that cake tomorrow for Mike’s birthday on Monday. Remember the birthday celebration’s at like 11:00am at the studio-- why are you looking at me like that?

Roger was staring at your mouth, stock still and you frowned in response.

“What, do I have something…?” you trailed off, touching your fingers to your mouth and you realized that the foamy toothpaste was all over your lips. You laughed, “Oh, whoops, guess I should go and rinse off…”

You trailed off again, taking a harder look at Roger and realizing that he wasn’t just staring at you normally. No, his lips were parted and his eyes were darker than usual and had a hungry gleam to them. Then you realized what it was, he was turned on because the toothpaste looked kinda like cum.

A second went by and then you were cracking up, “Rog, no, you’re not turned on by toothpaste are you?”

That seemed to break him from his stare and he pulled a face, frowning and crossing his arms, “No, shut up, that’s not what-- shut up!”

You laughed again, heading into the bathroom and rinsing your mouth and then returned to the bedroom to find Roger still pouting. As you walked up to him, you mirrored the pouty look on his face and tried to touch his arm but he shrugged you off.

“Aren’t you turned on, Rogie, I thought you’d want to do something,” you said in a half-mocking tone.

“Well, maybe I would if you weren’t being so mean,” he said haughtily, looking away from you.

“Mean? When have I been mean?” you asked, actually a little confused.

“Well you’re making fun of me right now,” he started and you had to admit that was a fair point. “And earlier, you stopped making out with me for no reason!”

“No reason? I stopped because it seemed like you weren’t into it,” you explained, touching his arm again, and this time he let you keep it there.

“I was,” he protested. Then he said a little sheepishly, “I was just sleepy.”

“Oh,” you said in realization. Then you got a glint in your eye, “Well, are you sleepy now?”

“I mean I was getting ready for bed--” he started mumbling before you cut him off.

“‘Cause if you’re not tired, I think I know something we can do,” you hinted, moving his arms from their crossed position and placing them on your waist.

His hands immediately tightened on you, “Yeah?”

***

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “How would you like to see your cum on my lips, baby?”

Roger gulped and you just smiled up at him then he stuttered out, “F-fuck, um, yeah.”

You pulled him down to you and kissed him fully, trying to take his breath away with the way that you used your lips, tongue, and teeth. As you did, you guided him to walk with you until your thighs bumped into your bed and he was in front of you. You stopped there, taking the time to let both of you get lost in the feeling of the kiss.

Once Roger broke away to actually take a breath, you started kissing down his jaw to his neck, able to go down from your tiptoes. You kissed your way to the hollow of his throat, leaving a couple quick nips, knowing he liked the sharp pain of the bites more than the dull ache of a hickey. He was already shirtless since that’s how he slept, so as you continued to pay attention to his neck, you rubbed your hands along his chest, thumbing at his nipples.

When you could feel his moans vibrating in his throat with your lips and his hands were pushing on your hips ever so slightly, you moved lower. Pressing a kiss to in between his collarbones, his sternum, the middle of his torso, and then right above and below his belly button, you sat down on the bed. You hooked both pointer fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear. Then you leaned closer for what was going to be another kiss on his stomach, but you suddenly couldn’t help yourself and instead blew a raspberry right on his stomach.

“H-- Hey, w--what’re you doing?” Roger said in between giggles due to the ticklish feeling of the raspberry and he tried to squirm from your grasp. You pulled him back though and just did it again causing him to laugh out loud and exclaim with a smile he couldn’t help, “Stop, stop!”

“Oh, sorry, baby,” you told him with a smile that wasn’t sorry at all. “Your tummy’s just too cute.”

Roger blushed at your words, but didn’t look away, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear instead. The two of you shared a tender smile and then you got back to business. You did place another kiss right where his waistband was before you had pulled it down, and you could see his muscles tense. Pulling both pieces of clothing down all the way, you followed with your lips, stopping to let him kick them to the side. His dick was already hard and you grabbed it with your hand, pumping him slowly but firmly.

Then you gathered some saliva in your mouth and let it drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it around. Once that was done, you stopped moving your hand and held him at the base before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. Looking up once more into Roger’s eyes, you opened your mouth and slipped the head between your lips and started sucking softly.

Roger groaned and he moved a hand to gather your hair into a ponytail, not to guide but just to help him see and keep it out of your way. Jerking him with your hand again, you kept his head in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it in tandem, and Roger moaned long and low. You always loved sucking him off because he was way more vocal, able to focus solely on his own pleasure and losing his inhibitions with it.

Before long, Roger’s cock started leaking precum into your mouth and you used it to help as you took him in deeper. Now working your mouth and hand in tandem, you bobbed up and down his length, adding an extra flick of your wrist or swirl of your tongue with every move. You kept one hand on his thigh to help steady yourself. Roger was a mess above you, and was fighting to keep his eyes open in order to see the so fucking hot sight of you taking him in your mouth.

You planned to keep eye contact as long as he did and batted your lashes at him as you took him even deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat as you relaxed your jaw.

“Oh, fuck, oh you feel so good, yes, fuck, keep doing tha--that,” Roger said and his voice broke due to the pleasure he was in.

Then you moved the hand that was on his thigh to gently tease his balls and he was immediately right at the edge.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined out. “On your lips, please, please.”

You lifted your mouth off of him until the head of his cock was resting against your lips and continued jerking him, going faster and faster until he came with a high moan. His cum spurted out into your mouth and onto your lips, coating them and you continued to work him through his high.

“Shit you look so fucking hot,” he groaned, unable to keep his eyes off you even as the hand on his cock overstimulated him a bit. Then you wrapped your lips around his head again to clean the drops of cum that had accumulated there, removing it from your mouth with a pop when you were done. Finally, you used a finger to gather all the cum that was on your mouth and pushed it between your lips, sucking it all off, swallowing it, and showing him your empty mouth when you were done.

“Holy fuck I’m almost ready to go again,” Roger said as his cock twitched at the sight.

You smiled up at him and giggled then frowned in annoyance as you realized something,

“Aw man, I have to go brush my teeth again.”

“Me too,” Roger said with a smirk.

“What do you mean--woah!” you exclaimed as Rog suddenly moved you further up the bed and pulled your pants and underwear down. As his head settled between your thighs you thought to yourself that it was worth it.

***

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[pcygoldenchild]

Female Anatomy

✨summary: You never thought learning about your body would turn you on so much. You also never thought it would be your best friend who would be so educated about making you feel so good.

✨warnings: NSFW, fingering, dirty talk (kinda), cunnilingus.

It was a rather calming Saturday night. It had been gloomy and raining all day so you were relaxing in your apartment, cleaning up and just letting time pass. You were surprised when Chanyeol showed up around 5pm. It’s not that he doesn’t usually show up randomly, but he seemed off. He hadn’t really looked at you that much or cuddled with you. You two were more than close at this point and little things like that put you off. When you did talk, he seemed distracted or trying to distract himself. He’d been with you for the past 4 hours and hadn’t told you what was wrong. So you figured the only way you’d know is if you asked.

“Hey...Loey?” you nudged him as you moved over to sit with your leg crossing his. He looked down at your leg before his eyes trailed up your leg to your face. He seemed a little nervous or conflicted. You were wearing an oversized shirt and underwear but that never bothered him before. He just looked at you not giving you an actual answer.

“Chanyeol what’s going on with you? You’re being weirdly distant.” you place your hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch closing his eyes before taking a deep breath. He always loved when you showed him skinship. He loved it but would never initiate it unless you showed him it was ok. Something you did a lot more which you hoped would give him the idea that you were more than comfortable with it.

“It’s nothing Y/N.” he whispered still nuzzling into your hand. He looked so innocent and beautiful. It was obvious he was beautiful but you got to see a different side of him. The side that was soft and shy but comfortable to tell you anything. But for some reason he wasn’t opening up. You placed your other hand on his other cheek and lifted his face to look at you.

“Loey you tell me everything. You can tell me what’s bothering you.” you say as your thumbs caress his cheeks. His eyes are scanning all over your face as if looking for a sign. You smile a little when his eyes stay on your lips for a little longer.

“I want to...to explore you.” he says looking directly in your eyes. His face seems hot and his cheeks are slightly red under the dim light.

“Explore me?” He knew everything about you. He’s seen more of you than any of your other friends. What did he mean by explore? He just nodded and closed his eyes as if feeling ashamed.

“What do you mean?” you ask as you tap his cheek to tell him to open his eyes. He bites his lip and looks you in the eyes again.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N. I know how every part of your face dips. How your body curves. I’ve studied every part of you that I could.” he confesses. Your heart is speeding up with every word.

“But I want to explore more. I want to know what all of you looks like. I want to study every part of you.” You’re skin is hot and you don’t know what to say, but you can only think of saying yes. Yes Chanyeol. Whatever he wanted to learn about your body you would let him. But your body couldn’t process what was going on in your brain. You just sat there holding his face looking into his panicked eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked while placing his hand on your thigh. He moved so slow afraid of if he just made a mistake. But you felt like he just lit a fire inside of you that you didn’t know was there before. You didn’t know why but you pulled him in to kiss him. You couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to feel his lips on yours to ease the blood rushing around your body on overdrive. He leaned into you as if wanting to feel you for so long. He pulled away and picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist. You both looked at each other not scared or unsure. You were both comfortable and willing to do anything with each other.

He placed you on the bed softly and hovered over you for a minute. He kissed you slowly making sure to learn every bit of your mouth. He pulled away again and pulled his shirt off before pulling yours off too. His eyes raked your naked chest before his gentle fingers trailed all over. Everywhere his finger went, you felt your skin burn. From your collarbone to your sensitive nipples to your belly button. He’d already seen your naked upper half before when he walked in accidentally while you were changing. But he didn’t get to explore you the way he wanted to.

He moved to hook his fingers in the waistband of your panties. You watched him as he slipped them off you and slowly spread your legs. His eyes were dialated and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He dipped down to lay with his face directly in front of your womanhood. He didn’t do anything, just looked at it as you lay there completely turned on. He wasn’t doing anything but the way he looked at you like he wanted to have all of you really made you dizzy.

“It’s so beautiful, like a flower. You’re constantly clenching making your swollen labia bloom like a flowers petals. Everytime you clench down on nothing you push out your precum like a flowers nectar.” He is talking to your core. One hand is laying on your stomach as the other rubs gentle circles on your thigh.

You can feel yourself clenching uncontrollably. His beautiful description of your arousal making you react in a way you never thought you would. He finally touches you. He ever so gently brings his finger to your vaginal orifice where you can feel your precum gliding down. He slowly drags his finger between your labia lips collecting your juices. His adoration of you is driving you crazy. Your gripping the bed sheets trying to stay still but his delicate fingers are making your hips slightly buck involuntarily.

“Sweet like nectar. You’re so wet and sensitive.” he says as he takes his finger into his mouth tasting you. He spreads your labia apart and pushes your clitoral hood back exposing the sensitive glan. He lightly blew on your exposed clit making you whimper and tense.

“The clitoral glan has over 8,000 sensory nerve endings. Because you’re so aroused, you’re very sensitive. A slight blow and those nerves go into action. Your pussy is so pink and pretty. A work of art.” He’s so close to your clit you feel every word he says. Your nerves are on fire. Your knuckles are white from how tight you’re gripping the sheets. You can feel your juices dripping down into the bed. He was only talking, telling you about your body that you knew all so well, but he seemed to have a different view of it. He adored it, admired how sensitive and needy you were.

He leaned in and lightly kissed directly onto your clit. You let out a loud whimper tensing your thighs again. His arms circled your thighs and prevented you from closing them. He went in again and kept his lips there while he stared in your eyes. Then he opened his mouth and slowly licked your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the stimulation as you let out a quiet chocked moan. He continued to slowly lick your clit while massaging your spread labia with his thumbs. You’d never experienced something like this. He knew so much about your womanhood and how to make the most ignored parts feel loved. He pulled away releasing your hood and letting your folds fall back into place. You let out a breath you’d been holding since he started.

Then his tongue found you again as he licked up your folds to collect the ample amounts of ‘sweet nectar’ he caused to flow from you. He placed his thumb on your clitoral hood as his other hands finger pushed slowly into your opening. His thick finger did more than yours did making you feel fuller than normal. He began to slowly rub your clit while sliding in and out of you.

“Most people think that women can have an orgasm solely from penetration. But it’s not true. Penetration causes contact with the clitoris if done right. The nerves in your clit right now are reacting to me rubbing it causing your vagina to tighten around my finger. I can feel the smooth wet texture of your walls. And if I bend my finger like this, I can feel the bumpy ridges of your g-spot. And if I add another finger like this, you tighten even more making me stretch you out.” he says as he does everything he describes while kissing your thighs in between sentences.

You’re going crazy. He’s rubbing your clit and fingering you so well you start to think he’s done this many times before. Your back arches with every curve of his finger. You let out silent whimpers every 2 seconds, too weak to use your voice. You feel your stomach coiling from his paced speed and techniques. Your vision is going blurry as you try to stare at him but your eyes constantly roll back. He’s watching you, watching your face as you silently scream, watching your boobs as they vibrate everytime you shake, watching your pussy take his fingers and how they glisten when they pull out to plunge back in.

“You look so beautiful. Y/N I want you to cum on my fingers. I need to taste your release. I can feel you cumming. You’re getting tighter. You’re vibrating around my fingers.” he says. And like his words were magic, which you were convinced they were, you cum. You cum shaking and let out a long whine as your high hits you. He presses his thumb on your clit hard and pushes his curved fingers up into you fast. He makes you squirt in his face leaving you completely breathless. He pulls his fingers out of you and gently licks up your juices from your core.

“I love knowing I can make you feel good. Make you experience an orgasm the way every woman should. Look at my fingers and how they glisten with your essence. You taste like beauty in every way.” he says as he gets up from between your legs and hovers over you. He takes his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean then licks around his lips to collect the juices you squirted on him. You were out of breath and completely astonished by the man hovering over you.

“Thank you for letting me explore you. You’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the chance to discover.” he said as he kissed you.

“Chanyeol I love you.” You don’t know why you said it, maybe it was because he made you feel loved and not like he just fingered you. His eyes showed he was truly amazed by you. No one had ever made you feel as incredible as he managed to.

“I love you too.” he said and you believed it.

(Hello doves! I hope you enjoyed this one. I’m in love with the way it turned out and I hope it “effected” you all haha. xoxo golden 🕊)

[artificialqueens]

Mrs. Needles, Thank You (Shalaska) - Josie

AN: Hi!! I originally posted this fic on ao3, but I’ve decided to submit it here, too, as a way to get more feedback n stuff. It’s basically pure smut. It’s the first thing I’ve written in years and it was originally supposed to be a oneshot but I’ve decided to keep updating it whenever I find a new weird/dirty/crazy kink that I think would be fun to write lmao. Anyways, Sharon takes the role of a trophy wife in here and Alaska’s a lawyer, which is (kinda??) important to the fic once I start posting more chapters. I hope y’all like it because I refuse to read it.

“Sharon, I’m leaving, I love you!” Alaska called out into the bedroom where her wife was currently sitting on the bed, still half asleep. No matter how many times Alaska woke her up at six in the morning she would never get used to it. Sharon walked over to Alaska rubbing her eyes and kissed her on the lips.

“How long are you going to be at work today, Lasky?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Not too long, hopefully. I’m finishing up the case.” Alaska smiled, patting Sharon’s scraggly hair down. She saw the little glint in Sharon’s eye as she did it. Sharon pulled the blonde into a hug, yawning into Alaska’s neck. She could fall asleep right there. Alaska pulled back and kissed her on the forehead. “Go back to sleep baby. I love you. I’ll see you later.”

Sharon mumbled an incoherent ‘I love you too’ as Alaska left the house.

Alaska reached her work building with a yawn and a scowl, seeing her coworker’s rig outside. He always tried to hit on her, apparently not getting the face that she was a lesbian with a wife. She enjoyed the attention, though. Pulling her hair up into a loose bun as she walked into her office, she saw Russell on the other side of the room talking to their boss. He turned around quickly and smiled, and it took everything she had not to roll her eyes.

“Morning, Russ.”

“Good morning, miss. How are you?” Mrs., she corrected in her head.

“I am fine. Please leave my office.” His smile faltered for half a second before getting up and leaving, closing the door gently behind him. At that exact moment, Alaska felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She swiftly opened and unlocked it to see a picture message from Sharon. She was in the shower. It wasn’t uncommon for Sharon to send Alaska pictures of herself at work, but so quickly and boldly was unusual for her. Alaska stared at the picture lovingly, noticing the drops of water cascading down her wife’s body, following the line that starts directly under her perky tits down to her belly button. Alaska got up and closed the blinds to her office, locking the door and sitting down in the desk chair.

She unbuttoned the button on her pants and looked back at the photo, silently thanking God for her wife. Her fingers dipped below her waistline, feeling the lacy panties she had put on that morning. Fingerpads made their way across her thighs to her clit, lightly rubbing. Her fingers felt lower, spreading the wetness that had accumulated up to her folds. A slight moan left her lips as she texted Sharon back.

You shouldn’t have done that. Bad girl. But I’ll forgive you.

She opened the photo in full screen, staring at her wife’s tits, wandering lower and lower, to her belly button, and even lower, until the picture cut off. She fantasized about what was below the black edge of the picture, about getting her wife off, telling her she was a bad girl. Her orgasm was building and she shoved a finger and then another into herself, curling them up to touch her g spot, and she let out another moan.

It’s no fun without you here., Sharon replied quickly.

You know I would be there if I could., Alaska responded, typing quickly into her phone so she could get back to the picture. She could feel the heat in the pit of her stomach building, two fingers stretching her and hitting her g spot with every thrust, all it would take was one more thrust and she would be coming, in her office no less, and she would finally be able to focus for the day and-

And then she stopped.

If you’re a good girl for the rest of the day you won’t be punished. She sent with a quick tap on her phone screen. The rest of the day was going to be hell, and she wasn’t gonna make it without seeing her wife until she gets home.

Message from Cupcake

She opened the text seeing a picture of smiling Sharon, this time with clothes on.

“We won the case, sir.” Alaska announced proudly to her boss. She had just gotten back from the court after working on a case with a foster kid. After being stressed about this case for months she was relieved to have finished it off the way she did, putting her heart into it. Her fingers reached up to unclip her loose bun from her head as she walked into the breakroom, running them through her long blonde hair to make it go flat again.

The light blue couch where Alaska usually sat during her breaks was taken, so she settled into a gray armchair in the far corner of the room and pulled out her lunch. She let Sharon pack her lunches usually. Sometimes Alaska would end up with sweet notes or fruit cut into hearts. Sharon, Alaska thought. Sharon would be happy to hear about the case. Alaska would watch how her light grey eyes sparkled as she congratulated her and gave her kisses, her wavy hair bouncing with every movement.

“Alaska,” She whipped her head up to see Russell, her coworker. He was second chair in court today, working along with her on the case. “Boss just informed me you can leave early today. You don’t have another meeting until tomorrow.” He said, nodding at her. His eyes floated down to her white blouse and blazer where she had subtle cleavage showing, but the sudden movement of Alaska’s phone coming out of her pocket made his eyes drift back up to her face quickly before smiling and walking away. She saw how his eyes stopped on her breasts for a moment.

Alaska video called Sharon three times before she answered. “Hey, baby.”

“Sorry, I was cleaning up.”

“Yourself or the house? You look nice.” Sharon smiled at her comment and blushed. Alaska’s eyes crinkled at the corner and she moved her hand to the inside of her thigh, thinking about earlier.

“Momma’s bringing you home a present today… I won the case!”

“Really? Yay! I’ll make cookies for when you get home!”

“What do you want for a present, angel?” Alaska said, winking. “You’ll have to behave though… naughty girls don’t get presents.” She saw Sharon’s eyes glaze over at the statement almost immediately.

“It’s so hard for me to not be bad when you take so long to get home…” Sharon replied quickly, playing the game her and Alaska knew so well. She was so, so hopelessly turned on just because of one comment. The blonde saw Sharon’s arm make her way down to her legs.

This was aggravating; Sharon knew she couldn’t talk like that at work, yet she still wanted to break the rules her and Alaska had set in place. She knew what she was doing, toying with Alaska like that. “Baby, don’t. You’re such a pretty little girl. I would hate to have to punish you for denying one simple rule.” Alaska pulled her own hand away from her thigh and rested it on her chin, placing her elbow on the arm of the chair. She lightly grazed her fingertips on her high cheekbones putting her pinky slightly into her mouth and Sharon whined. Alaska’s eyes narrowed and Sharon pulled her hand back up to her face.

She knew Sharon was probably so wet by now. It was probably dripping down her thighs, soaking her panties. She would have to throw those panties away.

Maybe Alaska would bring her home some new ones. Shove the other ones in her pretty baby’s mouth to get her to shut up.

Alaska was at work. She shouldn’t be thinking these things.

“Sharon.”

“Yes?” Sharon’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name after the dead silence.

“What did you pick out for today?” Oh, code words, Sharon knew this one. She slowly pulled the strap down on her dress down to her waist for Alaska to see the bright red bra she was wearing. Her tits spilled out of it at the top, and Alaska bought it too small for a reason. Her cream colored skin was so nice to stare at. It was one of the previous presents from Alaska, one from a while ago, but she took great care of it because she knew the blonde loved it. Her petite C-cup breasts barely even needed the push up from the bra, but she appreciated it anyways. After a few seconds she pushed the straps of her dress back up. “So, what’d you do today?” Alaska asked her after deciding not to torture her wife any more than she already has.

Sharon would do anything for Alaska. She was wrapped around her finger. Right now Sharon was ready to unravel with just one word from Alaska’s mouth. She wanted to melt and mold herself to be whatever Alaska wanted.

“Invited Katya over and watched movies, but she left to go to Trixie’s. I miss you.”

“I miss you too baby. I can’t wait to come home and bring you presents. But you have to promise to be a good girl while I’m gone, angel, or else no presents anytime soon. You know the rules.”

“Yes, mommy.” Alaska shivered at the nickname, and twisted strands of her hair around her fingers, gently tugging. She could feel the heat at the pit of her stomach sending small shocks down in between her legs.

“Can you do the dishes sugar? And put on your nice clothes for mommy when she comes home. That dress is far too… conservative. You want to look extra pretty, kitten.” Sharon smiled wide, Alaska gazing softly at the round edges up to her face leading to her sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. Her plump lips her a deep, alluring red, telling Alaska she was waiting for her all day. She wanted her to beg, wanted her to have to get on her knees before Alaska even touched her.

“Lasky-”

“Mommy.” Alaska cut her off. “Babydoll, you know not to call me that.” She saw Sharon’s eyes narrow. She was losing patience. She needed release. “Don’t be naughty, doll. It’s not my fault if you break the rules.” She said, nonchalantly, clicking her fingernails together. Sharon had to be wet by now, dying for Alaska to come home and fuck her.

Russell walked back into the room with his laptop and seemingly more paperwork. “Alaska, do you have a daughter? You seem like such a good mother!” He said enthusiastically, a poor attempt at trying to flirt with her.

“Got to go, babydoll, be a good girl before Mommy gets home and I’ll bring you something.” She smiled, and Sharon smiled back, before ending the call.

Alaska stood up, putting her lunch back into the fridge to eat later, and directed her attention to Russell, who was trying extremely hard to drag his attention away from her ass.

“No, that was my wife. She’s waiting for me at home.” She smiled a grin, watching Russell’s mouth gape open.

“O-oh. Sorry. Have a good day, miss Needles.”

“Mrs. Needles, thank you.” She closed the door to the workroom with a bang. What a prick.

She headed out to her car, a nice red convertible she’d had for a couple years. There were bags in the back full of clothes and some papers she had yet to drop off.

She headed out of the parking lot of the huge brick law firm and onto the highway it was conveniently placed on, and pulled into a new little bakery that she hadn’t seen before. Apparently they specialized in cupcakes, had been on some show or whatever. The door rang as she walked in, still so turned on she could barely focus. The woman behind the register had dyed grey hair and pretty blue eyes. She smiled at Alaska when she came in, but seemed timid. Fragile, almost. She moved gracefully, too, and Alaska appreciated the gentleness of her actions.

“I’ve never been here before, I want to get something for my wife. What do you recommend?”

“Um, well, personally I like the red velvet. It’s really good. But if you’re not into that the vanilla is also amazing.” She smiled, pointing down into the glass case to point out what ones she was talking about.

“I’ll take both, thanks.” Alaska smiled at the woman and got her wallet out of her purse, pulling out ten dollars in cash. “Keep the change.” She said, walking out the door and making the commute home.

Pulling into her house was like waking up on Christmas, exciting and alluring. Sharon was so close to her- probably sitting inside reading, or watching a movie, with a glass of red wine. She’d been waiting all day for this.

Sharon watched as the door open, waiting to see Alaska’s reaction to her in the finest lingerie, a black and nude corset, black thigh highs, a thong, and garters with just a sheer robe covering her. Her thin waist and thick thighs were accentuated in the lingerie she had chosen, with her boobs practically fully on display, spilling out of the cups on the top. Alaska finally saw her and sucked in a breath, not being able to stop her hips from rolling at the sight. She’s been waiting for this all day, all fucking day, she needed her and she needed her now.

“I brought cupcakes.” Alaska said sweetly, regaining her composure.

“I was good, mommy! I promise.” Sharon said back. She smiled proudly and wiggled a little bit.

‘Good job, cupcake! I’m proud of you. Come here.” She grabbed the box with the cupcakes in them and set them on the table, watching Sharon slink her way over from where she was standing on the couch. Her hips swayed seductively, catching Alaska’s attention. Once she got close enough, Alaska twirled a finger around a lock of Sharon’s hair and tugged, making Sharon moan. “Sit down.”

“I missed you today.” Alaska said, unboxing the red velvet cupcake and placing it on a plate, and grabbing two forks. Sharon was sitting at the small dining table with her legs crossed and her fingers twirling two strands of her hair together.

“I missed you too! A lot. I made cookies, they’re in the fridge.”

“I’m more in a cake mood right now princess,” Alaska replied softly, setting the plate down onto the table in between them. Alaska picked up the fork and took a bite off the cupcake with it, holding the fork out to Sharon. Sharon stared at the fork for a second before leaving in and eating the bite off of it, pressing her lips over the fork tightly and slowly leaning back, releasing the fork from her mouth. Alaska took off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Sharon knew that. Alaska fed her another bite before standing up.

She quickly unbuttoned her pants again, pulling them down her thighs and eventually onto the floor, with her ass in Sharon’s face. “Don’t touch, kitten. You don’t want to get in trouble now.” Her wife whimpered and crossed her legs tighter, staring at the visible space between Alaska’s tits, watching how the fabric of her unbuttoned shirt grazed over her nipples. She was in nothing but the shirt and a lacy white thong now, and Sharon could see the discoloration in the panties where Alaska was so obviously turned on. Her stomach twisted as shots of heat spread down to her thighs. Alaska sat down on the table, carefully making sure that none of her breasts were visible as she fed Sharon another bite of the cake. Sharon shuddered with every movement.

“Lasky,” She said, closing her eyes. She was shaking, she needed to be touched, right now. Alaska looked her straight into her eyes and stood up.

“Take it all off. I want you naked and I want you in the bedroom. Now.” Sharon made a beeline to the bedroom, leaving Alaska to whatever she was doing.

After a few torturous minutes Alaska walked in the room. Sharon was on the bed, sitting with her calves tucked under her ass, the skin on her hips pushed out. Alaska almost moaned at the sight of it. “God,” Alaska said before coming up to Sharon and kissing her passionately, letting her tug off the shirt she had on and then putting her knees on either side of her hips. Sharon was biting at her lips every so often, and every time she did Alaska moaned. Alaska’s fingers made their way across Sharon’s waist, up and over her tits, squeezing for a brief second. Sharon stopped kissing Alaska to let out a loud moan.

“Sharon, baby,” Alaska said between breaths. “Get up, stand over there.” Alaska pointed at the area in the front of the bed. Sharon quickly got up and followed orders. The blonde followed, sitting at the edge of the bed in front of Sharon. She let Sharon’s eyes wander down her body for a few seconds before giving another order. “Give me your hands, doll.” Sharon gently placed her hands on top of Alaska’s when Alaska pulls a small piece of rope out from behind her, tying her wrists together in front of her.

“You shouldn’t have sent me that picture at work today. I’ve changed my mind about forgiving you.” Alaska said in a pitying voice, lacing her fingers through locks of Sharon’s hair, before tugging so hard Sharon yelps. “Spread your legs, put your arms out in front of you, use the bed to hold yourself up.” With that order, Alaska stood up and got behind Sharon while she used the bed for leverage. Her fingers traced the cream colored skin of Sharon’s ass, watching how pale it got the harder she pressed into it. She noticed the wetness that had gone from Sharon’s pussy to the insides of her thighs. She let her hand go in one more circle over her before lifting it up and bringing it down hard onto Sharon’s ass, leaving a red mark as Sharon jumped. She spanked her three more times before Sharon spoke up.

“Please, Alaska,” She whispered, panting.

“What was that?”

“Please.” She whimpered, trying to stay standing. Her legs had practically almost turned to jello, leaving her wobbling.

“Ok. Fine. Stand up.” Alaska said, sounding bored. Sharon stood up and walked over to Alaska, her eyes following the blonde’s curves all the way down to her ass until she felt the rope from her wrists being untied. Alaska let her go and walked over to the bed, laying down and spreading her legs. Sharon got the memo almost immediately, pulling herself onto the bed and settling her face between Alaska’s legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. Alaska gasped once Sharon finally came in contact of her clit, rubbing her tongue over it, fingers still playing lightly with the area around her folds before pushing one finger in slowly. Alaska pushed her hips up, moaning loudly. She pulled her hand away from the headboard and grabbed a handful of Sharon’s hair, tugging and pushing her head deeper into her. Alaska was a panting mess now. Sharon put another finger in, curling them upwards, feeling Alaska contract around her, becoming completely undone.

Sharon started kissing her thighs, still thrusting into Alaska. Alaska’s moans couldn’t be contained anymore and she was sure the neighbors could hear her. “Sharon, baby, I’m gonna come, please,” Alaska moaned one more time before finally convulsing around Sharon’s fingers as she fucked her through her orgasm. Alaska’s hands had never left her hair, still pulling and tugging at the wavy strands while climaxing. Soon enough Sharon felt Alaska slow down and her hands left her hair. She gave Alaska’s thighs one last kiss before leaning up and kissing her on the lips. Alaska brought her hands up to Sharon’s neck gently and put her knees in the dips of her waist, Sharon’s fingers grazing along her outer thighs.

Alaska pulled away after about a minute of just kissing and sat up with her legs dangling off the bed. Sharon followed, trailing behind her and slowly moving her hair across her back to kiss her neck. Alaska turned around, kissing her on the mouth again, leaning her back and pushing her onto the bed.

“Wait here, don’t move unless you want me to punish you, doll.” Alaska whispered into Sharon’s ear, Sharon squirmed and elicited a moan from the other girl’s words as she walked out the door.

Alaska headed straight to the secret closet in the bathroom- a small safe that sat under the sink in the cabinet. It was built into the wall for discreteness. She unlocked it quickly using her birth date and grabbed the only thing that was in there- a pair of pink painted handcuffs. She walked back into the room and made a rattling sound with the handcuffs that made Sharon giggle. “Thought you said you weren’t going to punish me, Lasky?”

“This is hardly a punishment for either of us and you know that.” She retorted. Sharon giggled again letting a devious grin take over her previous smirk. “Here, baby, give me your hands, put them around- yeah,” Alaska said motioning to the bedpost behind Sharon’s head so she could put the handcuffs on, using the bedpost as a way to keep her from moving.

“You’ve been waiting all day for this, huh, doll,” Alaska said, walking around the bed and sitting down on the corner. Sharon stayed silent. “Answer me, brat!”

“Yes,”

“Do you want me to touch you?” Sharon felt her hips roll up as the heat in her stomach and face pooled down.

“Yes.” Sharon replied, exasperated. She loved when Alaska took control like this.

“Beg for me.” Alaska moved her hands down to Sharon’s legs, playing with her skin. Pinching, pulling, biting.

“Please, Alaska, I need you to touch me so bad,” Alaska looked uninterested, still playing with Sharon’s legs, running her hands up and down the sides.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day so you could fuck me, please,” This got Alaska’s attention, finally letting herself move her hands to the insides of Sharon’s thighs and spreading her legs apart.

“Keep your thighs there.” Her fingers crawled up her wife’s body and into her parted lips. “Suck.”

Sharon immediately went to work, sucking and licking at Alaska’s fingers, lathering them. When she finally pulled them out of her mouth there was a tiny strand of saliva connecting the tip of her middle finger to Sharon’s thick lower lip. Alaska went to work quick, wrapping her mouth around Sharon’s nipples, licking and sucking at them as she rubbed her clit, going from fast to slow.

Sharon started shaking, sobbing as Alaska touched her. Her moans couldn’t be silenced even when Alaska covered her mouth, letting out one more moan before coming all over Alaska’s hand, soaking the sheets underneath her.

Alaska was the first one to leave the bed. She slipped on another pair of underwear and an old t-shirt from their previous vacation. She grabbed another t-shirt for Sharon and threw it at her wife, who was still chained to the bed post trying to catch her breath. Alaska walked over and lovingly undid the handcuffs, letting Sharon sit up, before grabbing the t-shirt off her lap.

“Hands up, love.” Sharon listened to Alaska, putting her hands in the air so she could slip the loose XXL t-shirt over her. “I love you so, so much. You know that, right?”

“I love you too, Alaska.” The blonde curled into Sharon’s arms and lied her head back on her shoulder to get Sharon to lean down onto the pillow, gently spooning her.

“Goodnight.”

“G’night, Lasky.”