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Sinking My Claws Into You ~Dark!Claire Debella xFem Younger!Wealthy!Reader
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Summary— A darker fic, set after Claire gets back from Miles’ private island, and she now has to deal with the reality of basically going bankrupt. Luckily, Claire has got her hooks in you, a young, wealthy enthusiast from New York…
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Warnings: dark fic, lightly implied smut, age gap (all legal), teasing, taunting, manipulation, alcohol consumption, unrequited feelings, little bit of gold digging behavior, praise, flustering, wealth, yucky men, flirting, little bit of sugar mommy behavior, etc.
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Ever since Claire had backed away from her friendship with Miles, she had hit nothing but impossible obstacles one after another. Without Miles’ endorsement and backing for her campaign for the U.S. Senate, the middle aged woman was facing a fate worse than death. She would have happily rode on the back of Miles’ wealth all the way, but she couldn’t ignore the events that had come to pass. However, her decision now left the woman desperate.
Miles was an eccentric prick whom Claire had met more than 20 years ago. Back then, he had charmed her. And being the young, naive woman that she was, Claire had fallen for his persuasive nature. Not to mention how easy it was considering he was loaded. But Miles never wanted anything more than a friendship from Claire, and Claire eventually was forced to accept this by the amount of pretty models and talented girls that he always had in rotation and the overtly harsh rejection he gave her, which the snob was always happy to remind her of. Over the years, the only reason Claire put up with Miles was for the money. Miles had endorsed her when she ran for mayor, and then now for governor as well.
Miles was always there to dole out a check for whatever the woman needed. And Claire took full advantage of that. The price she paid over the years was well worth the bank she raked in. Miles would compare her to others and batter Claire all the time, she was his favorite plaything. But she always took it with a stoic face, telling herself that it would be worth it, that the amount of money she was getting leveled out the fact that he was a knee-faced jerk.
But then she and Claire had had a falling out. Claire had gone behind her back and stabbed a mutual friend in the back. And if there was one thing that Claire could not stand, it was betrayal. In the heat of the moment, Claire let emotions get the best of her and she broke it off. God she kicked herself for being friends with Miles for as long as she had been… It had been over 2 decades of unhealthy friendship, but in her eyes, the money had made it all worth it. But now, without Miles’ money… She was through. Finished. Done.
That was until she met you.
Claire had met you at an art benefit, one of those fancy events where the rich and wealthy got together, socialized, and gave away millions of dollars like it was nothing. Claire had been there campaigning for more funding and endorsements. She had already talked with three or twelve basic, filthy rich white guys, the kind that flashed toothy smiles while heavily and shamelessly flirting with her. She would indulge these men as little as possible, before moving past them. Those guys weren’t the type she was looking for. They weren't a Miles or a Y/N Astor… Claire rolled her eyes and shrugged off her disgust at the idea of what those rich guys wanted from her.
After a particularly gagging interaction with a young bachelor (at least half her age and nonetheless just as gross as the rest of them who only wanted her body and willing to give nothing in return), Claire had looked around the room, champagne glass in hand, when her gaze had landed on you at the bar. She immediately noticed how the woman carried herself with youthful elegance, and that she was the type of lady who could make anything look good. She could also tell that the woman had money, she was not the type of lady that flattered and flirted with filthy rich men to get into their pockets. She wasn’t a part of the common folk. No, this woman was in the one percent. Her clothing and accessories were not loud, but Claire could read the nicheness of the fashion and knew that she was wearing thousands of dollars: her Manolo pumps, the Cartier watch, the small Dolce purse, etc. This was the type of girl she needed, and she knew this woman could replace Miles and his money. Claire finished her glass, gave it to a server, took a deep breath, put on a smile, and then sauntered over to the stunning lady.
“I would buy you a drink, ‘hun, but it is an open bar…” Claire hummed, glancing over to the wealthy woman with a sly smirk.
You blushed just a smidge, and Claire immediately took that as her first win of the night. This girl was young. Not young enough to not be able to handle commitment, but definitely young enough to fall for Claire’s charm and to agree to hand over her money without a second thought. Again, the perfect mark. While Claire waited for you to make your move, she ordered herself a red wine from the open bar.
“You’re too kind…” you lightly retorted, swirling the expensive amber liquid in your glass.
“And who do I have the pleasure of giving my kindness to today…?” Claire cooed widening her smirk as she now turned her body from the bar to face you.
You slowly swiveled towards the older woman. Claire allowed her eyes to wander and take in the younger woman in front of her. You took a swig of her whiskey, before humming lightly.
“I’m Y/N.”
Claire nodded in satisfaction, taking the glass of red from the bartender when it was ready for her. Her eyes shimmered with predatory intent. She could tell this woman was book smart. But she was confident that she could outplay you in this game.
“I’m Claire Debella. My colleagues call me Debella, you can call me Claire…” the older woman hummed, with a teasing tone.
You sucked in a breath, your face flushing some more, before you nodded lightly.
“Where are you from, Y/N?” Claire cooed, playing with the younger woman’s name in her mouth.
“New York. I went to Harvard, have family in Connecticut” You breathed out, lightly fidgeting with your fingers and your glass while struggling to maintain eye contact.
“Smart girl…” the older brunette cooed, sending a sly wink your way.
Another blush rippled through the wealthy woman’s face. Claire could tell this girl was shy. That was also good, it spoke to her privacy and naivety.
“What about you…?” You softly asked.
“Connecticut.” Peggy promptly responded, before taking control of the conversation once more,
“Are you here alone, Y/N?”
Claire could tell that her words were having an effect on the young, wealthy woman. You nearly choked on her drink at her last words, as well as flushed, fidgeting, struggling to hold eye contact… But not in an uncomfortable way, in a flustered way. In a way where you looked adorable while you were trying to cover her ruby red cheeks in embarrassment. And that was exactly what Claire was going for.
“I am…” you breathed out.
“Really?” Claire cooed, quirking her brow dramatically accompanied by a sip of red, “A stunning girl like you…? I’m surprised that a cute guy or girl hasn’t snatched you up yet…”
Now your face was beet red, and she was desperately trying to swallow all of her liquid courage, overwhelmed from all the praise that the older woman was showering her with. Now the your glass was empty.
“Why don’t we ditch this open bar and go somewhere that has some nice, expensive whiskey for you? Hmmmmm, ‘hun?” Claire purred, leaning in close to the woman’s personal space.
You gulped and nodded mindlessly.
“I’d like that…” you breathed out nervously.
“Good girl…” Claire hummed out in delight.
She placed her glass along with the younger woman’s on the bar, signaling to the bartender that the two of you were done. She then linked her arm with yours with ease and guided you, the clueless, naive, wealthy, young woman out of the expensive, testosterone filled event, getting in the back of your Maserati and heading into a future filled with good fortune for the one and only Claire Debella.
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imdoingsortagay · 5 months
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RQS
Could I ask Claire Debella to use a strap for the first time in reader?
Ty
Smut below the cut
warnings: 18+ smut, pet names, mommy!claire, strap on use, dirty talk.
a/n: this is so gay
“ be a good girl for mommy okay sweetheart?”
You nod as Claire slowly starts to run the strap through your wet folds, trying to get it as soaked as she can. It would be a lie to say that both of you weren’t nervous as hell.
All these years of sneaking around with woman during college along with working in politics gave her more than enough sexual experience. She could not believe the amount of woman who seem to fuck.
Now here you were a young intern in her campaign, sitting on her very expensive couch as she’s about to fuck you. No sexual experience besides the one time during junior year of college when you kissed that one girl during a party. May or Kate, whatever her name was called.
“ princess,” she says,” mommy’s here if you want to stop”
“ no,” you nod,” want you to fuck me please”.
" As you wish," She proceeds and holds your hand as she starts to go inside your pussy. While she let you choose the strap she'd use on you, it still felt weird the first moment it went inside of you.
" Tell Mommy when you want her to move," she whispers into your ear as a means to help you relax. You nod in agreement as she starts to leave kisses all over your neck, careful not to leave any sort of marks on you.
" I want you to move Mommy," she hears you say with a smile," can you go slow at first though?"
" Anything for you my princess," she says and slowly starts to move her strap in and out of your wet cunt. The moment that she moved, Claire would be lying if she said the moan you let you offset her off.
" I could stay here all day in your pussy babe," she groans while you try to be quiet," looking so pretty for your mommy.
All you could think about at the moment was Claire, how pretty she looked wearing the harness with the cock, how hot her voice sounded talking dirty, and so on. You were in heaven and wanted more of her.
A couple minutes go by before you tap on her arm three times, a means to tell her she can go faster. Claire wastes no time before she increases her speed. All this time of going slow with you, the older woman was ready to show you just how good you can feel under her.
" Oh fuck Mommy-"
" Such a good girl for my doll," she groans as she feels the strap hit her clit nicely," looking so nice for your mommy".
Without a warning, she flips your body over, increasing her thrusts to help you get over the edge.
It doesn't take long before you cum, Claire whispering praises in your ear as she helps calm down.
" Do you want to stop now baby?"
" Can we go again in a couple of minutes mommy?" you tell her, a smile appearing on her face.
" Oh of course my sweet princess," she says as she changes positions on her couch," how about i teach you how to ride my cock next ?"
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hahnspoetrywrites · 1 year
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imagine you’ve snuck into claire’s office. she’s been having a rough day, things weren’t going the way she wanted to. people in the office were majorly pissing her off. you decide to sneak in, wearing an outfit she bought you (the SHORTEST skirt you could get away with at work). no underwear on, you sink into her leather office chair, legs open, waiting for claire to return so she could use you however she wanted. a stress reliever of sorts.
as claire opens the door, she pauses. she wasn’t expecting such a pretty sight when she came back to her office. she smiles as she closes the door behind her, so proud of you for being so kind to her.
“heard you were having a bad day… thought you might like a little pick me up.” you mumbled. she hadn’t said anything for a few minutes, which worried you. had you done something wrong? was this not what she wanted?
you were about to apologise when she walked closer towards you, hands leaning on the desk as she leant over. you leant forward to, trying to get as close to her as possible without having to get out of the chair. a hand brushed your hair away from your face before her lips met yours, gentle yet demanding.
“this is exactly what i needed, princess. thank you for being so kind.” she pulled away, eyes hungry as they raked down your body. you sank back into the chair, smiling as she sauntered towards you. her blue irises were almost gone, pupils dilated with such lust. she unzipped her pants, revealing the bright blue strap she had nestled away.
“be mommy’s special stress reliever baby. show me how much you want to help,” her sultry voice was music to your ears as you eyed the faux cock, mouth watering at the size.
“just wanna help, mommy.” you replied as you took her into your mouth. she moaned and her hand tangled into your hair. she was one very lucky woman.
(kinda inspired by this image bc HOLY FUCK I WANT HER TO RAIL ME)
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abbyromanoff · 3 months
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Hi :3, i hope this isnt going to be weird but I would love to request Claire Debella falling for a women who is working in store? 👀 Cause i have a brainrot of Claire falling for a common girl and she inviting reader to a date and then reader knowing Claire is a governor and panicking but Claire being extra sweet. Fluff with smut XD
Thanks and have a nice day :3💛
HOAX
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PAIRINGS: Claire Debella x reader
WORD COUNT: 971
WARNINGS: fluff, boss x assistant typa fic, honestly just sweet ass fluff that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“Close your eyes- hey, I said close ‘em!” Claire spoke, chuckling at the giggle that left you. You were trying to keep your feet steady in fear of tripping and embarrassing yourself in front of her.
“Well, you need to help me if you want me to trust you!” She brought you close to her side, hugging you into her chest as she finally removed the hand covering your eyes. They instantly widened, your mouth falling open in a gasp as you looked back at her.
“Did you…buy this?” She shook her head, and that’s when you spotted the man waving to the two of you as he stood on the boat, and you almost jumped as the limo driver closed the door behind you.
“No, silly, we’re going on a trip! We used to go every year, but that slowed down after the virus - this is the first year back and I wanted to bring you.” You smiled nearly ear to ear at her shy voice, you could tell she feared you wouldn’t enjoy this gift, but seeing your expression made her worries fade away.
“And work?”
“I took the week off, my secretaries can handle it. And for you, well, you work under my hours,” The way you two met was through her job, only that also became your job as you were her assistant, which soon changed the closer you got. She was infatuated with you from the start, and your clean record only helped assure you were the one for her company. You, at the time, were managing a small business on the side and she happened to stop by for an order of flowers for her sick mother, and when you gave her a large discount with a sweet note wishing her the best she instantly had to come back. That was when she offered you the part-time job as her assistant, and you hesitantly agreed, knowing you needed the money and the shop was not cutting it.
Only months later you were lying next to her in bed, breath blown away as you recalled the activities you just took part in with your own boss. You felt guilty, and you were afraid she would blackmail you into continuing or act as though it never happened. After all, she was married when you first met her, only you failed to know she had been planning a divorce for years to come. You were just the assurance she needed, and she quickly filed for a divorce that ended messily, and that was when she made it official between you two.
She helped boost your business and teach you the lessons of promotions, and soon enough you didn’t have to rely on her pay. Although, you enjoyed working with the woman and kept your title as her personal assistant. You spent fewer hours at the shop and hired others to help, but you didn’t let your part-time job step in the way of your dreams, and she didn’t want that either.
“And the shop is well-handled, your employees know what they’re doing.” You sighed, agreeing shortly after as others began arriving.
“Who’s this?” A friend asked her, and she turned with a grin, placing her arm around your shoulder as she left a small peck to your head.
“This is my partner, Y/N. Y/N, meet Duke, one of the people going with us today.” He placed his hand on display, and you took it with yours quickly.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Duke.”
“Yeah, I just said that, muscle boy,” Claire remarked, and the two fell into a small conversation to catch up with their lives. You had to hide the chuckle that almost took over as Claire went into details about her campaign as Duke seemed to not understand what the word even meant.
“Why don’t you head to the boat, yeah? There’s a bar as soon as you enter, you wanna be a doll and get me a martini?” She left a kiss on your glossed lips and let you go with a quick slap to the ass, but was discreet enough to not embarrass you like usual.
“You got the ring?” Claire asked, and Duke handed her the case to which she glared at him.
“I told you to be secretive about it, they could’ve easily saw.” He shrugged and shook her off, looking back for his girlfriend who seemed to be chatting up the bodyguard near the front.
“Just be happy the ring is still in there.” She rolled her eyes with a huff, tugging her body forward to greet the other guests before stepping foot onto the yacht, grasping the drink you had ordered for her with a grateful expression of thanks.
“Everything okay?” You asked when seeing her nervous state. She nodded, and before you could speak you were greeted by the official owner of the boat. He smiled warmly and took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a peck. You didn’t like the action, but you assumed it was a regular for people like him. And, he was your girlfriend's friend and the one allowing you to be here, you couldn’t do much.
“Welcome, love. It is great to see you, I’ve heard lots about you.” The greetings continued until it was time to head to the island, to which you and Claire shared a couch seat as you sat close to on top of her.
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“You didn’t answer my question earlier,” You stated, and the thumb that was rubbing your thigh soothingly slowed to a halt.
“What question?”
“Oh, c’mon, you know. Don’t act dumb.” She took a moment before shaking her head, yes. You didn’t completely believe it, and she could tell.
“I’m wonderful, darling. As long as I have you, I’m okay.”
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agathasangel · 1 year
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in the middle- part 2 (Jen Barkley x Claire Debella x fem!reader NSFW)
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warnings: smut & angst, actually basically just smut, past cheating, legal age gap, threesome, pervy!mommy!claire, slightly bratty switch!Jen, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering (r receiving), strap-ons (r receiving), oral (jen receiving), threats of spanking (jen receiving).
word count: 1930
summary: jen’s plan to introduce claire to your relationship worked, and now they have you exactly where they want you.
The cab ride back to the hotel was torturous. Jen and Claire sat on either side of you in the backseat, each of them making sure you couldn’t rub your thighs together the way you do desperately wanted to. Every time you tried to cross your legs for some friction, Claire would dig her nails into your thigh to stop you.
“Such a little slut, you can’t even wait to get to the hotel, can you?” Claire whispered into your ear. Her degrading comments turned you on even more, making it even harder not to search for any friction you can get. You felt Jen’s hand sliding up and down your thigh, teasing you further. It was torture.
And you loved it.
Finally the car got back to the hotel. Claire paid the oblivious cab driver as Jen put an arm around your waist.
“I can’t wait to take you up there. Claire and I have talked every day we’ve been waiting about what we would do to you tonight. We’re going to devour you, baby.”
“All paid for, let’s go!” Claire took both your hands and the three of you ran up to the room, impatient. Jen unlocked the door and pulled you into the room and into a deep kiss, unzipping your dress and throwing it on the floor. You felt Claire’s hands on your back and her mouth on your neck. She unclipped your bra and sucked and bit on your neck so hard you knew in that moment that there would be marks in the morning. Jen’s hands found their way to your bare breasts, squeezing your nipples for a moment before she pulled away and pushed you onto the bed.
“Fuck, Jen. Our girl is even hotter in person. Nothing you showed me could have prepared me for this.”
You wondered what exactly Jen showed her. Did she show Claire the photos you’ve been sending her? A part of you hoped she did. You knew it was a fucked up thing to do, but you wanted Jen and Claire too much to give a shit.
You looked up at the two older women and innocently asked, “What are you gonna do to me?”
You see their hungry grins and darkening eyes as they begin taking their clothes off. It was an incredible sight, Jen throwing her blazer on the ground and unbuttoning her shirt and then unzipping Claire’s dress. Both of their bodies were stunning, soft and strong. Two beautiful goddesses who both wanted you.
“I’ll warm you up, baby. Although from the look of it, you’re already pretty warm,” said Jen as her palms grabbed your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart and pulling your underwear down, touching you everywhere except the part of you the desperately needed it.
“Oh, she’s more than ready, Jen. Our little whore’s been sopping wet for us since the restaurant. But I won’t deny you of your fun with her. I want to see you together before I take her.”
Jen continued teasing you as you whined.
“Beg for what you want, baby. You know how.”
“Fuck me, please. I need your fingers in me, I need you to touch my clit, I just need you, please.”
“So pretty when she begs. Touch her, Jen. Edge her until she can’t stand it anymore. Get her all worked up for me.” Claire was now sitting on a chair in front of the bed, her legs spread apart, watching your every move. The smug smile on her face excited you as Jen slipped a finger inside you, moving agonizingly slow.
“Does the little baby want more? Tell me you want more.”
“I want more, Jen. Please give me more.”
She added another finger, and you were almost painfully aroused now. You looked over at Claire, who was watching you with that smirk with her own hand between her legs, fantasizing about what she would do to you once Jen was done. Your arousal grew as Jen’s hands worked their magic and Claire’s moans grew with it. You started to get close, and Jen let up, making you whine.
“Such a whiny thing.” Claire said as she came over to the bed, running a hand over your naked body.
“Just couldn’t resist touching her, could you?”
“Of course not. She’s so cute like this. Make her beg.”
“Awww, baby, are you close?”
“Yes, Jen! So close, I need it, please…”
“Make her wait a little longer. After all this time I’ve had to wait to have her,” Claire said with a smirk on her face, her hand now groping your breasts.
“I- I don’t know if I can go much longer!”
Claire just laughed at you as you squirmed under Jen, desperate for release.
“Beg pretty enough for us and maybe we’ll give you what you want before Claire fucks you.”
“Please, please! I need you to let me come, I need it so bad! I’ll be so good, a good little slut for both of you like you want. I want Claire to fuck me with the big strap however she wants! Please!”
Jen finally began to increase the pace, drawing a loud moan out of you.
“So cute, such a little screamer for me. Come for us, baby,” said Jen as you were on the brink of your orgasm.
She pulled her fingers out of you as you flopped on the bed, already tired. Jen and Claire kissed each other while you were in between them. Normally the sight of your girlfriend kissing another woman would make you jealous, angry. But now? It was hot, it turned you on. You were willing to share. Claire pulled away from Jen.
“Put your fingers in my mouth Jen, I wanna taste her,” Jen complied and Claire moaned around her fingers, “She tastes so good. Maybe another time I’ll eat her cute little pussy. But for now,” she turned to you, “did you bring your strap?”
“Yes, Claire.”
“Get it for me.”
You dragged your tired body out of bed, and across the room to dig through your suitcase for your strap on. Jen had specifically requested that you bring the strap you used in the video you sent to her. You were going to do it anyway, it was your favorite and felt just so good inside you. You thought at the time it was for Jen to use on you, but the idea of Claire using it was even more exciting. You still weren’t sure if Claire had seen your video or not. And you didn’t want to know.
“Come on, slut. Don’t have all day, aren’t you desperate to get fucked by me?”
You ran over to Claire and you and Jen helped her put the harness on. She lay down on the bed, propped up with the pillows as Jen sat next to her, kissing her neck.
“I want you to ride me, baby. You’re wet enough, right?”
“Y-yes Claire. I am. Please, I want to ride you.”
You climbed on top of her, positioning yourself to slide her into you. You were still so wet from Jen’s ministrations and Claire’s degrading words that you slid right on.
“So greedy. Take mommy’s big cock, take it all.”
Jen took her mouth of Claire’s neck for a minute to look you up and down.
“So pretty, glad my two favorite ladies are getting along so well,” and she began sucking Claire’s neck.
“So good baby. So good. You ride mommy so well, I can practically feel how fucking tight you are. Jen, that feels so good but don’t you fucking dare leave a mark, if you do I’ll leave an even worse one on your ass.”
“Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time…” said Jen as she continued. Claire let out a quiet moan.
“I’m, I’m serious Jen…”
You were surprised by Claire’s threat. You had never seen Jen submissive, and you sort of hoped she would leave a mark so she would have an excuse to punish Jen and let you watch.
Claire started to cry out your name, and Jen’s name as you approached your second orgasm.
“Mommy your cock feels so good! I’m- I think I’m gonna come I’m so close mommy please let me-“ you weren’t used to calling anyone mommy, but Claire calling herself that excited you.
“Yes baby, yes. Come for mommy.”
You came, and it crashed over you like a wave. You collapsed on top of Claire, and she flipped you over and kissed you hard on the lips.
“Oh baby, I think Jen feels a little left out. Why don’t you make her feel good?” Claire got off of you and allowed you to crawl in between Jen’s spread legs. You noticed a light hickey on her neck. Luckily it was nothing a little makeup couldn’t cover, but you hoped it would be enough to make Claire punish her. But not now. For now, you wanted to make your girlfriend happy. You started eating her out, and Claire slapped your ass.
“Ass up, baby. Mommy wants to fuck you again while you please your pretty girlfriend. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Mmmhmmmm!” You confirmed with her, muffled by Jen’s pussy. You felt Claire entering you again, groaning.
“So pretty, so tight!”
“Keep doing that, (y/n), that feels so good,” said Jen in between loud, breathy noises of pleasure. You’ve had so much practice and you were so proud of yourself for knowing exactly what Jen likes.
The sounds of all three of you moaning and whining together was absolutely magical, making it so much more exciting.
“It feels so good, baby. I think I’m gonna come just from fucking you with a strap. Let’s come together, all three of us, that’s right. I can tell you’re close, (y/n), so close from mommy’s cock and practically dripping onto the bed.”
“I’m close too, mommy..” said Jen. Jen calling Claire mommy too. This was interesting. You knew you were still submissive for your girlfriend, but the thought of her submitting to Claire with you? It was almost too much. You tried harder to get Jen to finish, knowing you couldn’t hold out much longer. She let out a loud cry as you came, again, around Claire’s cock.
“Fuck! Fuck, baby. So good. You’re even better than I thought you’d be. Fuck.”
Claire pulled out of you, and took the harness off. She put on one of Jen’s t-shirts and went to the bathroom to clean it while you and Jen followed her to clean yourselves off. Claire saw her faint hickey in the mirror and turned to your girlfriend.
“Don’t think I didn’t mean what I said before, Jennifer Barkley. Tomorrow night, I’m gonna punish you. And your cute little girlfriend is gonna see you for the little bitch you really are.”
Jen let out a sigh, clearly trying to hide her arousal growing again. You and Claire left the bathroom and you put on your pajamas on and got on the bed, cuddling.
“You’ve done so well for me tonight. Baby, you have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“I’m glad you did. By the way, don’t tell Jen but I can’t wait until tomorrow night.”
“I bet. She deserves a punishment for making you worry so bad. Besides, she’s excited about it. Why do you think she’s still in the bathroom?” You giggled as Claire squeezed you. You settled in, Jen eventually joining the two of you as you all drifted off to sleep, satiated.
For now.
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syarinaxo · 2 years
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Favourite Kathryn Hahn's Characters Blogs
Smut~ Fluff~ Angst~ Dark~ Nothing~
Agatha Harkness
The One With The Sick Day
Stupid Beautiful Witch
That’s What She Said
Birthday Mishaps
Tenderness Crisis
Messing Around
Dinner For Two
Agatha vs Cold
Cuddling Day
Painting Day
December 6
Hard Day?
Password
Cheesy
Brain
Imagine Agatha Helping You With Your Cutting
The One With Your Brother
Harkness or Y/L/N
Two Wives
Afterglow
Share My Infinite, pt.2, pt.3
Cold Hands
Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha
Infect Me With Your Lovin', Fill Me With Your Poison
Dying In Your Lips Is How I Wanna Go
The One With The Late Night Session
Switch!R x Agatha x Sub!Eve blurbs
Make Me Behave Like An Animal
The Very Nosy Neighbour
High School Mean Girl
The One On Her Ship
December 13
The Universe Between Your Hands
Slippery Little Spider, pt.2
Prove Me Wrong, Darling
Claire Debella
Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha
Sweet Like Candy In My Veins
Fated
Carla Dunkler
Misunderstood Proposal
Imagine Knowing About Carla's Crush On You
Adorable Motivation
Eve Fletcher
Switch!R x Agatha x Sub!Eve blurbs
What You Need, pt.2
I Think I Saw You
Jennifer Barkley
Joy
Coward
Business Office Pleasure ~ Omega!Claire x Beta!Jen x Alpha!Agatha
Olivia Octavius
Worth Every Damn Courage w/ Agatha Harkness
Extra Complications, pt. 2, pt. 3
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milfandh0ney · 1 year
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I know I should work on hitwoman pt 3 but
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our-blood-is-our-ink · 11 months
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if your still doing the prompt thing how about 17, 23, 25, 29 with power!bottom claire being stressed and intern!reader offering to help but don't have any sexual experience so claire teaches them
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Afterhours
Ship: Claire Debella x Reader
Summary: When you, an intern working at the governor's office, offer to stay with the governor while she works late into the night, you find yourself in a situation you have only ever fantasized of.
Word Count: 5.8k
Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni
Warnings: smut, hints at dark!Claire, pet-names, praise kink, degradation kink, fingering, oral, first time, virgin reader, legal age gap, power imbalance, mommy kink, begging, implied subspace
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It's an open secret at the office that Governor Debella is paranoid.
If the extreme vetting process to just simply become an intern is anything to go by, the woman could use some relaxation time.
After all, a single intern hardly would have the ability to take down the political powerhouse that Governor Debella is.
Or, that's what you think anyhow.
You knew you had been lucky to land the job, the experience and credentials that will pad up your resume and qualifications that will come from working here, but some days, all you can think about is how stressed the top boss constantly is.
Being a people pleaser, being a people fixer, you started to stay late, wanting to get as much work done as possible.
Sure, you're only a low level entry personnel, but what you do helps free up time for those above you to focus on more important things.
After a few weeks of being the last one in the office, Governor Debella notices.
“Don't you have someone to get home to? A boyfriend, or a pet, or something?”
You nearly topple back in your seat, startled by your boss’s boss’s boss’s boss (seriously there's a chain of command here, and you're merely a bottom feeder) not having heard her approach from behind.
“Governor!” You gasp, trying to recover. “Uh- I don't- I live with a few roommates, but they never care if I'm there or not. We're all very busy.”
Governor Debella frowns, and crosses her arms.
“There's no reason for you to be staying so late. You're an intern. You don't get paid overtime.”
You shrug.
“I don't have much else to do. Call it volunteer hours.”
(And god, doesn't that sound pathetic, especially because it's true.)
Her frown deepens.
“It's illegal for you to stay and work without pay.”
“Are you telling me I need to start going home at quitting time?”
The words spill from your mouth before you can think them through.
There's a moment of silence, and for a second you could swear it's hesitation on Governor Debella’s face.
“No.” She says, after a beat too long.
There's another, much longer silence.
You hate the quiet, and you find yourself breaking it.
“Then, er, what do you want me to do?”
Governor Debella blinks, and it draws your attention to the dark bags underneath her tired silvery-blue eyes, her makeup must having had rubbed off enough for it to begin to show.
You suddenly realize that perhaps it's just as exhausting for her as it is for everyone else to deal with her stress and paranoia.
“Would you like some company while you work?” You offer, a gentleness in your tone that you hadn't made the decision to speak with. “I could clock out and then just… Sit in your office with you if you'd like. I know how empty the building feels when everyone has left.”
This time, you know you haven't imagined her hesitation.
“I'm under contract, anyhow, Governor. If there's an additional paper you need me to sign, for security reasons, well.” You shrug. “What's one more?”
Again, there's silence, and then…
“Call me Claire, if you're really willing to sit and do nothing for hours besides for staring at my office walls.”
You're a bit shocked she's accepted your offer, and you stumble over your response.
“I- oh. Uh… Okay, um. Claire.”
The governor’s lips twitch, as if she's hiding a smile.
“But not tonight. I was just about to head out, which means you definitely should too. Security won't stick around once I leave, and the night shift…” Claire scowls. “I need to remember to get them replaced.”
It's the most you've ever heard her talk without snapping at someone to do something, let alone to you.
“Isn't that what your assistant is for? To remind you or to arrange that on your behalf?”
“That's only if I remember to tell him.” Claire mutters, before shaking her head. “Shut your computer down, you're not staying if I'm not in the building.”
She waits, hovering over your shoulder as you listen, and she walks with you out to the front of the building.
“You didn't park in the lot?” She asks, when you start to head towards home.
You can feel your face flush.
“I uh… I don't exactly get paid enough to own a car.” You refuse to look at the older woman. “Usually I just walk back.”
“It's two in the morning.” Claire sounds incredulous.
“I have pepper spray.”
“No. You're not walking home anymore.”
Claire has her arms crossed again, and an all too familiar glare is being leveled at you.
Before now, you always thought it was an angry expression.
You're beginning to wonder if maybe it's a stubborn one instead.
You sigh.
“Well short of driving me home yoursel-”
“That's exactly what I'm going to do.”
You barely manage to keep your jaw from dropping as Claire turns, clearly expecting you to follow her.
You suppose if you don't, you won't get too far before she can find you walking.
Or if not, possibly fire you over it tomorrow.
You push down your anxiety.
Don't worse case scenario. You scold yourself.
Claire drives a nondescript silver minivan.
“I have custody every other month.” She explains your unanswered question.
Ah, right.
Sometimes you forget that Claire just recently went through divorce, that she has two little ones to care for.
You remember how the media had dug it all up, how they aired her very private life for the public.
For a minivan, it's pretty nice.
When Claire turns on the car, a few loud notes play, before she quickly slams her palm against the knob that turns the car music on and off.
You raise an eyebrow, but don't say anything about it.
Instead you ask, “how are they?”
“My kids?”
She sounds mildly surprised as she reaches for her seatbelt.
“Yeah.”
You click yours in as she replies.
“They're… They're okay, all things considered.”
She puts the car in reverse, and you rattle off your address so she knows where she's headed.
Her nose wrinkles, and you're willing to bet it's because you don't live in a particularly nice area.
“You had to hire shadows- uh, bodyguards for them, right?”
Claire's hands clench the wheel, turning her knuckles white.
“I don't know of any other governor who's had their children's lives threatened.” She practically growls. “It scares them, but they won't say anything.”
“I'm sorry.” You murmur.
Claire glances at your pale face, and she takes a breath, forcing her body to relax.
“It's not your fault.” She shakes her head. “They're my kids. I'm their mother. I'm bound to be a bit overprotective.”
You choke back an unamused laugh.
“You would hope.”
Claire gives you a quick look, before returning her full attention to the road.
“What makes you say that?”
Oh crap, you didn't mean to invite Claire to dig into your life.
“Er… My parents… They weren't the best.” You mumble.
Claire frowns, eyes still looking forward.
“How old are you again?”
“Twenty-three.”
Claire hums.
“And how much are we paying you again?”
You rattle off the salary.
Claire hums again, and then there's silence for the rest of the short drive.
When she pulls up in front of your apartment, you say, “this is it.”
You undo your seatbelt and open the door, moving to leave.
“I'll have the paperwork ready for you on your desk by lunch.” Claire says.
At your confused look she huffs.
“For your extended night hours.”
Oh!
“Right, thank you. And thank you for the lift.”
Claire nods.
“If you don't have those papers past lunch break, hound my assistant. Don't take no for an answer, I might not remember to let Brian know to expect you to be a bother.”
The word bother echoes around your head, and you swallow down sudden anxiety.
“Sure thing. Good night, Governor-er- Claire.”
“Good night.” The other woman says, and you shut the passenger door firmly behind you as you sprint into your building.
—»•«—
You do have to bother her assistant the next day, and the stack of papers Claire presents you with is frankly ridiculous, but you pull out a notepad, read them through, and write bullet points of what you're agreeing to.
You sign, and initial, and date.
And then you binder clip it all together and drop it with a fairly solid thud onto Brian’s desk.
“Governor Debella will want these to be scanned and filed.” You say, even as an intern knowing the procedure for important documentation.
The man frowns at you.
“You're not done.” Brain says, and then seemingly out of nowhere, produces another stack of papers.
You groan, but your impatience quickly disappears as you stare at the sheet of paper, towards the end of the stack, that says how much of a raise you're receiving for signing on to be Claire’s personal intern.
Claire's personal intern.
$47,000
That was $15k more than what you had been making.
What the fuck.
You sign the papers, and don't say a word.
Slowly, as the day progresses, people trickle out, until you're the last one in the main office.
Brain looks at you as he leaves, and nearly walks into a wall trying to maintain his stare.
You head towards Claire's office and knock on her door.
“Come in.”
She sounds frazzled, and you realize you haven't seen her flying around the office today as you normally do.
“Everything alright?” You ask, taking note of Claire's disheveled state.
“No.” Is the simple answer you get, and you don't push as Claire continues to frantically scribble something out.
You glance around, familiarizing yourself with the private office you so rarely see the inside of, and take notice of a little seating area, with two arm chairs and a very comfortable looking couch.
In addition, there's what appears to be a bar cart, but it's filled with bottled water and sports drinks instead of alcohol, as well as a giant TV screen and what looks like a game console hooked up to it.
Somehow, you can't quite picture Claire playing video games while at work, and you have to wonder if perhaps she has ever been forced to watch one or both of her kids while working.
You don't want to become an annoyance, so instead of pacing the space, you choose to settle into one of the armchairs, curling up with one knee to your chest, the other dangling off the side of the chair.
You stare at the ceiling and let your mind wander as you examine the embedded ceiling lights.
“This is fucking bullshit.” Claire suddenly growls, and the sound of a pen clattering against the plastic wood of her desk sounds through the room.
“What is?” You ask.
Claire’s head jerks up, and for a moment, she looks surprised.
“You're so quiet.” She says. “I forgot you were here.”
You shrug, and don't say I’m good at that, I've had a lot of practice growing up.
You do say, “I didn't want to be a distraction.”
Claire hums.
She does that a lot, you realize.
“Well, maybe instead I can bounce this off of you.”
She gestures for you to come around to her side of the desk, and you quickly skim over what appears to be a proposal for a bill.
“Is it even legal for me to be doing this?” You ask.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Claire shrugging.
“You work for the government office this will be coming out from. It's not illegal, just out of the norm.”
You make a noise of understanding, going over the contents of it, frowning.
“What’s the problem with this?” You ask once you're finished giving the proposal a once-over.
Claire viciously stabs a single digit at some handwritten notes laying next to her keyboard.
“This section, this sentence, this paragraph, this fucking word is wrong, but the thesaurus is being useless-”
“Whoa, whoa.” You slow down what was sure to be Claire spiraling into more stress. “What's the most important thing to fix here?”
Claire blinks, pauses, frowns, then flips through her notes.
“Here.” She finally decides. “This entire section needs to be completely rewritten.”
You scroll to the right place on the computer screen and read it over more carefully.
“I'm pretty sure we can bullshit what you want to say here.” You murmur half to yourself. “It shouldn't be too difficult, most of the framework is here, it's just about closing the loopholes and rewording things to be less polarizing.”
“You make it sound so simple.” Claire grumps, leaning back in her chair and frowning as she crosses her arms.
You shrug.
“I bullshitted my fair share of essays, the difficult part to it is having a decent outline, which you already have.”
The other woman grumbles something under her breath before sitting up, shooing you away with a flick of her hand.
“Alright, well if it's that easy.” Her tone is disgruntled, but her fingers are already clacking against the keyboard, and you take that as your signal to return to the armchair you had been lazing about in.
At the end of the night, she drives you home again.
It becomes a routine.
For the next few months, Claire uses you as a sound board during the late hours, and you've taken to bringing either a book to read or an adult coloring book to do while you sit with her.
And then something big must have happened in her private life, because Claire is an absolute menace even to you one Monday, tearing through the office morale like a hot knife to butter.
You don't dare say a thing, even when she snaps at you later that night for being incompetent, and you just sit and take it.
She doesn't mean it personally.
You know that.
But by the time Thursday rolls around, her attitude hasn't changed, and you've found yourself retreating, becoming as small and invisible as possible in an attempt to spare yourself from Claire’s wrath.
You hear shuffling from where you're curled up on the couch, and you look up, and find Claire downing a shot, a bottle of amber liquid sitting on her desk.
“I know I've been an ass.” She says when she catches your eye.
“You've been stressed.” You excuse.
Claire shakes her head.
“There are better ways of releasing steam.”
“Well what do you usually do?”
You think this must be the first conversation all week that Claire is having civilly.
“Get high. Or have sex.”
Your mouth drops open at her blasé answer.
“And I haven't been able to do either.” She complains.
“Well, er. I could- I could help. If you wanted. To- um. To destress, I- I mean.”
You don't know why those words left your mouth, and the moment they do, you can feel your face heat up.
Sure, you've begun to have the occasional fantasy or wet dream about your boss, but that wasn't the same thing as implying you'd have sex with her.
HR is going to have a field day with you.
You're going to be fired.
You bury your face into your hands, and when Claire gently brushes her fingers against your back, you jump.
You hadn't heard her move.
“Look at me.” She softly says, and you shiver at how low her voice is pitched.
“There's a good girl.” She smiles as you listen, and the pulse of heat that shoots down your spine makes you feel dizzy.
Her hand comes up to cup your face, angling it upwards and forcing you to meet her eyes.
“Do you mean it, baby?” She asks, and you shiver at the pet-name, biting your lip as you grow more aroused. “You'll help mommy destress?”
Your eyes widen at the title Claire has bestowed upon herself, and you flush with embarrassment as the whine you've been fighting to keep down slips out through your mouth and escapes.
Your boss chuckles.
“Such a sweet thing. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, offering to stay so late with me, did you?”
You frown, confused, despite your ever growing arousal.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
Claire smiles, but it's a sharp thing that causes gooseflesh to erupt along your arms.
“Please, doll. I've seen the way you look at me. And we both know how aware you are of how… Lonely, I have been.”
Her hand reaches out, and she brushes her knuckles gently against your cheek.
“Say yes.”
Her voice is pitched low, and it makes you shiver.
“Say yes to mommy, and I promise, you'll never have to worry about a thing again.”
Perhaps it should be your sign to leave right now, the possessiveness that practically drips from the governor's tone, but all it does is empty your head of thought.
“Yes.” You breathlessly say. “Yes, I'll help mommy destress.”
“Good girl.” She purrs, and when your lips part to allow a moan to tumble out, Claire gently presses against your tongue with two fingers.
When you stay still, frozen and unsure of what the older woman wants you to do, she furrows her brow and withdraws her fingers.
“Have you ever had sex before, honey?”
Immediately you can feel heat rise to your cheeks as you shake your head, shame rising in your throat.
“I- I'm a virgin.” You whisper, tripping over your words. “This is my first time…”
You trail off, embarrassed.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Claire coos, her eyes sparking with something that makes you feel a bit like her prey. “Budge over.” She says.
Mindlessly, you obey, scooting all the way down, and Claire settles back against the arm of the couch, and she lazily smiles at you as she slowly, tantalizingly spreads her legs.
You had no idea a suit skirt could stretch so much.
You had no idea how well it could hide the fact that Claire wasn't wearing any underwear either.
“Teach me how to make you feel good.” You're flooded by a sudden need to please this woman spread out before you, a sudden desire to watch her come undone because of you. “Show me how to touch you.” You beg. “Please.”
Claire chuckles deeply.
“You're going to be so perfect for me, baby.” She husks out, and you can feel how your pussy pulses, leaking wetness against the material of your underwear.
Unlike Claire, you're wearing a pair.
A niggling feeling of regret bothers you.
You wish you were easily accessible for your boss.
You want her to ruin you.
“Come here, honey.” Claire beckons you with a single finger, and you're obedient, crawling until you hover over her.
She reaches her hands up, and oh so gently cups your face with her hands, guiding your head downwards until your lips are just millimeters apart.
One of her thumbs softly brushes over your cheek, moving back and forth in a soothing sweeping motion, and her silvery-blue eyes gaze deep into your own.
The moment stretches, and you grow impatient of waiting, and despite your heart hammering against your ribcage, you close the miniscule gap between your lips and hers.
They're so fucking soft.
Claire isn't your first kiss by any means, but you deeply wish it were.
You're moaning into her mouth like you're a slut, and when Claire enters your own with her tongue, it's all you can do to keep yourself from falling atop of her as your limbs go weak.
Languidly, you make out with your boss, and as you do so, one of her knees makes its way between the apex of your thighs.
When you instinctively buck into the touch, Claire pulls away, and breathlessly laughs at you.
“Remember, doll. This is about mommy, not about you.”
Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen.
You whimper, and bite your lip.
Her expression softens, and she reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear.
“Didn't mommy say that as long as you're with me, I'll see to all your needs? Make me feel good, and I promise, you'll get a reward, sweet thing.”
You drop your head against her shoulder, and the whine that escapes you causes Claire to reach up and stroke at your hair.
“Let me show you how to touch mommy, baby. Let me show you how she likes to be pleasured.”
It's not fair, you think. No one woman should have the right to say things like that in such a husky sounding voice.
Your pussy throbs.
You lift your head up, and shift your weight, settling back so that you're straddling Claire.
“Please mommy, teach me.” You beg, and the older woman groans at the plain desperation that drips from your tone. “Teach me how to make you scream for your baby.”
At the word ‘scream’, Claire's eyes light up, something that simultaneously sends a shiver of fear through your body, but also a shiver of anticipation.
“You want to make mommy scream, doll? Get off, and I'll show you how.”
Gracelessly you tumble off of Claire and onto the floor, and she shakes her head as she laughs.
“You’re adorable, sweetheart.”
She stands, and as she walks back to her desk, she strips, carelessly leaving her clothes crumbled on the floor.
As she settles back into her leather seat, she spreads her legs wide in a clear order.
Her gaze feels intense as she watches you wobble over to her, before you collapse, dropping to your knees, your legs unable to continue to support your weight.
Your head spins as the scent of Claire’s arousal overwhelms you, and you look up at your boss with wide, pleading eyes.
She chuckles, and her hand comes down to pet your hair, before they tangle and tug at you.
“M-mommy!” You protest. “I still don't know what to do!”
Claire groans, but she doesn't stop guiding you forward.
“You're smart, doll. I'm sure you can figure it out.”
You whimper, but don't protest further, and then the older woman's cunt is directly in your face, and you're powerless as you stick your tongue out hesitantly.
You give her a taste test.
The wetness that is slowly dripping from Claire is a bit salty, but mostly, it just tastes musky.
It isn't bad.
It's just… New.
You give Claire’s pussy a few more tiny little licks, trying to acclimate to her taste, and she tightens her hold on your hair.
“I thought you wanted to make mommy scream.” She bites out, yanking you flush against her pulsing center. “So do it. Mommy needs to relax, and you're going to help.”
Helplessly, you do as Claire commands, and you start lapping at her earnestly.
When she lets out an unrestrained moan above you, you can't help but moan in return, and Claire gasps.
She yanks your head back, her chest heaving slightly, pupils blown wide.
“I never thought you could make such sweet noises, baby.” She breathlessly says.
You feel heat rushing to your face, and Claire's free hand grips your chin when you try to look away.
“Neither did I.” You whisper, ashamed.
Claire tsks.
“None of that now, honey, mommy wants to hear you again. Moan for me.”
Your mouth drops open, and your mind goes blank as you try to process your boss’s demand.
Her grip tightens.
“I said moan for me, bitch.”
It tumbles involuntarily from your mouth, loud and uncontrolled, and Claire's grip on your chin turns painfully.
“Does that turn you on? For mommy to degrade you like the little fucking slut you are?”
The noise you make in response causes Claire’s eyes to glint as she smirks.
“Who knew beneath all that innocence was a whore.” She coos, before jerking your head forward in a clear demand.
You eat her out for what feels like ages, the taste of Claire filling your senses, and you grow progressively lightheaded.
You find your thoughts slipping away as you become utterly focused on not letting one drop of your boss’s wetness to escape your tongue, and you find your hands keeping her legs spread apart as you become more eager in your ministrations.
You feel drunk as Claire begins to make higher and higher pitched noises until finally, she goes so high, it's a shrill thing that your ears can barely withstand, and there's a wetness soaking your face that isn't from how vigorously you had been pleasuring her.
She hasn't told you to stop, though, and you find yourself not wanting to regardless, so you continue to lap at her until she harshly jerks your head away.
“Enough.” She pants, eyes closed, chest heaving. “Enough.”
Your head spins, and you feel dizzy as you stare, memorized by the woman above you.
You open your mouth, aware there's something you want to ask, but you can't seem to conjure enough words in your mind to even speak them aloud.
Silvery-blue eyes open, and the most self satisfied smirk you have ever seen curls at the edges of Claire’s lips.
“How precious.” She murmurs, before sticking her heeled foot out.
You hadn't noticed that despite shedding her clothes, the older woman had kept her shoewear on.
“Why don't you make yourself feel good, and put on a pretty show for mommy, hm?”
You slowly close your mouth, becoming aware it's been hanging open, and give your boss a confused look.
Claire sighs.
“That's right, you really don't have any experience. Could have fooled me, with how well you've made me cum, doll.”
You flush, uncertain if it's from the praise or from the degradation.
You watch as Claire carefully stands, and you're startled when she hisses, her left leg buckling from how loose and relaxed her muscles have become.
“Strip.” Claire orders, her knuckles white from how hard she's clutching at her desk. “And then lay back on the couch.”
You scramble, tugging your shirt off as you simultaneously attempt to undo the button of your pants, and you wind up tripping, falling to the floor.
Claire's laughter causes your face to heat up.
“Looks like my baby needs my help, hm?” She giggles, toeing off her heels so that she can walk properly.
You whine, and can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with embarrassment.
“Aw, sweetheart.” Claire pouts. “Mommy thinks you're cute for being so eager. No need to be so sad over it.”
You whine again, but slowly force yourself to sit up.
“Mommy.” You whimper. “Jus’ wanted to feel good.”
The older woman’s amused expression visibly softens, and warm hands reach for you.
You stand with Claire's help, and she almost reverently helps you undress, gently kissing each newly revealed piece of skin.
“Look at this beautiful body, honey. Just so perfect for me.”
Unable to bear the compliment, you choose instead to bury your head against the upper part of Claire's chest.
She coos, and runs her fingers through your hair.
“Oh, sweet thing. Is my baby feeling shy?”
You nod against her, noticing the soft smell of vanilla.
You've never noticed it before.
You had thought it was maybe the air refresher in Claire's office, but no.
It's her.
Your head spins.
And you're so wet.
Claire's laugh rumbles against you, and she easily guides you towards the couch.
You only grow steadily redder as she pulls your legs apart, kissing her way up from one ankle, and then kisses her way back down the other, over and over until you're squirming with your need.
“Mommy, please!” You cry.
Claire groans, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments, before she pulls you close, hooking your legs over her shoulders.
When she noses at your clit, your hands find her hair, and she tsks.
“No, doll. I won't reward you if you pull at my hair.”
Reluctantly, you release your grip, and bury your fingers against the cushion of the couch instead.
“Good girl.” Claire praises, and you moan softly in response.
When her tongue presses against you, you shudder at the new sensation.
It's wet and warm and slightly rough, and–
“Oh, fuck!” You cry out. “Fuck, mommy!”
Claire's hands harshly grip at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper, but she continues to lavish her tongue over your clit, and you begin to squirm in earnest.
You've masterbated plenty of times, and have a few toys in your bedside drawer, but that is nothing compared to the older woman’s touch.
Within a few minutes, you're already near orgasm, and you chase the release, fighting the urge to bring your hands back up to tangle into Claire's hair.
And then right when you're about to reach that high, the moment before the waves of pleasure can overwhelm you, she pulls away, and you loudly sob.
“No, please.” You gasp.
Claire smirks, and you whimper at how lustful her gaze is, at how your wetness glistens on the bottom half of her face.
“You want to cum, baby?” She mocks you, pouting. “You want mommy to let you feel good? Then beg for it. I need to hear my cute little doll ask for permission first.”
You whimper.
“Please, mommy.” You can feel tears start to gather with how badly you want this. “Please let your baby cum, I wanna cum for you, I wanna feel good, please, please, please!”
“Hm…” Claire hums.
“Please.” The tears start to roll down your cheeks. “I wanna to cum, mommy. I want you to make me cum, please.”
You let out a sob of desperation when a single digit finds your swollen clit, and lightly begins to circle it.
“Please.” You whisper, your voice getting caught in your throat.
For a moment, you think your boss is going to deny you, and you open your mouth to continue to beg, when instead you gasp, two of Claire’s fingers suddenly stretching you open.
You let out a high pitch noise when she curls the digits, pleasure burning through you, and you buck your hips.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” You chant, unable to form any other thought, let alone words.
“Cum for me, princess.” Claire softly orders, and as if your body was designed to obey her every desire, you convulse, a scream tearing it's way from your throat as she continues to finger fuck you, the gushing wetness weeping from your pussy causing a squelching noise, and you writhe as you ride the high.
“Fuck, baby.” Claire groans. “I want you to come for me again.”
You squirm desperately, the aftershocks still pulsing through you, but Claire is stronger than your now limp body, and she thumbs at your clit, sending electric waves up your spine, causing your back to arch painfully.
“FUCK!” You cry out, unable to control your volume, and you can barely hear Claire's responding moan over the static in your ears as a new wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
You're gasping for air with how it steals your breath away, and when Claire collapses on top of you, you gladly welcome it, despite how it further suffocates your lungs of oxygen.
She smells so good. You think as you start to come back to your senses.
The scent of vanilla is still prominent, but it's now mixed with the smell of Claire’s sweat.
Somehow, it's more appealing.
The smell of sex still hangs heavy in the air, and you throb as your body unfairly grows more aroused again.
“Mommy.” You whisper.
Claire groans, burying her head further against your neck.
“You smell so good, princess.” She says. “And you look so beautiful when I fuck your brains out.”
A whimper catches in the back of your throat.
Claire finally moves, shifting until she's sitting upright, and you don't think she's ever looked as enthralling as does now.
Her cheeks are flushed, and you can clearly see faint freckles that are usually hidden under a layer of makeup that Claire must have sweated off, and her hair has gone from stick straight to gentle waves, a halo of frizz framing her face.
You lose yourself in her eyes, at how she smiles so tenderly as she helps you up and to the private attached bathroom in her office.
“Let's get cleaned up, doll.” She says, and you grin goofily at her.
Your head is still spinning.
She giggles, a light sound that makes you join in once a light snort causes her to double over.
“You're so cute.” She smiles, and you obediently spread your legs when she taps your thigh.
She gently runs the wash cloth in her hand over the sticky residue of your arousal, and you flinch every time she passes over your clit.
“You’re still so sensitive.” She breathes out. “Did mommy not satisfy you, doll? Do you want mommy to keep going until it hurts for me to?”
“I- ah!” You cry out when Claire firmly swipes the cloth over your swollen bud. “I just want to be good.”
Claire peers up at you, and you hold your breath as she weighs your words.
“Next time then, maybe.” She decides, and you aren't sure if your shoulders slump with relief or disappointment.
She finishes cleaning you up, before moving on to herself, telling you to wait as she does so.
You watch as her back muscles move with her motions, and you can't resist the urge to kiss them, to nip at them.
Who knew the governor would have such fairly well defined muscles?
“Baby.” Claire warns.
“Mmm… Mommy.” You reply, before darting the tip of your tongue out against her warm skin.
“Baby, if you want to go home, you'll stop.”
“But you're so pretty. I can't help it.”
Claire turns around, shaking her head.
“You're adorable, honey. Come on, let's get dressed so we can head home.”
Claire has to help you into your shirt and pants, and you don't notice when she pockets your underwear instead of giving it back to you when she spots it under the couch.
Before you leave, your boss insists on watching you drink a glass of water, predicting you'll be too tired to do so once she drops you off at home, expressing how important it is to her that you take care of yourself.
By the time you get to her car, you're stumbling with exhaustion, beginning to crash as the endorphin high wears off.
You can't keep your eyes open once she starts driving, and when you let out a huge yawn, Claire glances at you.
“Go to sleep, baby.” She soothingly says. “I'll wake you up when we get home.”
You're used to listening when she asks you of something, and so you don't think twice as you finally allow your eyes to stay close, and you drift off, Claire's warm hand on your thigh.
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dmysterioblog · 1 year
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Masterlist II
WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!
Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. This masterlist will keep being updated. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated.
Masterlist I
Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢
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Little Raven
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
Summary: You've caught the eye of her.
Rated- ♤
Special Attention
Pairing: Dark!Agatha Harkness x Reader
Summary: Agatha give you extra attention because it's your birthday.
Rated- ♤♡
Mommy Aggie
Pairing; CEO!Agatha Harkness x little!Reader
Summary: Headcannon on how Mommy Aggie treats you.
Rated- ♡♢
I think you promised me a date
Paring; Agatha x F!Reader
Summary: a guy is following you and you find Agatha (a stranger) and asked her to pretend to be your girlfriend to get him off your trail.
Rated-♡
Make Me Forget
Paring; agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader
Summary: agatha is your magical mentor, and your first and only love. she has also decided that it’s her job to protect you at all costs, and one of the many ways she does this is the special spell she casts on you to make you forget all your troubles.
Pacify Her
Paring: Agnes x reader
Summary: Agnes reminds you who you belong to after watching you flirt with Wanda all night.
Rated-♢♡
Next Door Neighbor
Rated-♤♧♡
Paring; Alice Chambers x Reader
Summary: the Victory project might be messing with Alice’s head but at least one person believes her.
Rated- ♧♡
Mistletoe
Paring; Ayo x Aneka x Reader
Summary: you get caught under the mistletoe with Ayo and Aneka
Rated-♡♡♡
Princess
Paring; Claire debella x f!intern!assistant!reader
Summary: you’re an intern for the debella campaign on her road to her becoming a senator, and one of the hardest working on the team. no one notices how hard you work... or so you thought.
Rated-♧♡♢
Maneater
Paring; Gwendoline Christie x fem!reader
Summary: Reader is called a maneater and also the nigthmare of everyone who is rich, afraid of her getting them to bankrupt. But not her dear mommy.
Rated-♡♢
Offer Me That Deathless Death
Paring; Hela x valkyrie!reader
Summary: odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.
Rated-♤♧♢
You deserve someone who will fight for you not throw you into the fight Pt 2
Paring; Jamie Harrison x Reader
Summary: You're new to the Alpha house and can't help but become friends with Jamie.
Rated-♡♧♢
Feeling Neglected
Paring; Larissa Weems x fem!reader
Summary: You are laying down playing video games, not paying attention to her. To get her attention back, she fucks you while you play.
Rated-♢
Dumb
Paring; Larissa Weems x f!reader
Summary: Larissa fucks you dumb
Rated-♢♢♢
My Little Helper
Paring; Larissa Weems x f!reader
Summary: Reader is visiting home from college for summer break and can't help but notice the new neighbor and your mom has already offered you up to help her with anything she needs.
Rated-♡♢
Personal Blood Bag
Paring; Vampire!Natasha x Fem!Reader
Summary: In a world ruled by vampires every vampire has their own personal blood bag for them to use. After years of searching, Natasha has finally found hers. The only thing left to do for her is to mark you and complete the bond.
Rated- ♤♢
Prison Break
Paring; Dark!Natasha x reader
Summary: Natasha breaks out of prison and finds her new baby. She will do anything in her power to keep her safe by her side.
Rated-♤♧♢♡
Ms.Romanoff's sweet girl
Paring; Teacher!Nat x innocent!reader
Summary: you grew up in a conservative household and you know nothing about sex, but you have a crush on your teacher who leaves you with weird feelings downstairs, what happens when she finds out?
Rated-♡♢
Saved II III
Paring; Queen Ramonda x reader
Summary: You save the queen from dying and in the process you confess your feelings and almost lose your life as well.
Rated-♧♡
I'd Do It All Over Again
Paring; Queen Ramonda x Female Reader
Summary: For Ramonda, you'd do anything. Including risk your life.
Rated-♧♡
Dating Riri
Paring; toxic!riri x black!reader
Summary: what is like to date a toxic Riri.
Rated-♧?♢♡
Consume Me
Paring; Scotty x Fem!reader
Summary: Scotty eats the reader out in a feral manner, seeking to taste the reader while relieving stress after a long day at work.
Rated-♢♡
Attitude
Paring; toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader
Summary: you’re fed up with how shuri and riri have been in the lab, and giving less and less attention everyday…but it gets resolved.
Rated-♧♢♡
Don't Play With Me Princess
Pairing: Shuri x Reader
Summary: You get too close with Riri and Shuri doesn't like that.
Rated-♢♡
When I Had The Chance
Pairing: Dark!Shuri x Reader
Summary: Namor hurts you and Shuri makes sure that doesn't happen again.
Rated-♤♢
Princess Charming
Pairing; Shuri x Fem!Reader
Summery: You try to keep your crush on Princess Shuri in check while working as one of her lab assistants.
Rated-♡
Touch Me
Pairing; dom!Shuri x brat!Fem reader
Summary: Reader is feeling neglected as Shuri takes on responsibilities as both the Black Panther and the leader of the Design Group. Instead of talking it out, she tries to get Shuri’s attention in other ways.
Rated- ♢♡
Sweet Girl
Pairing; Dom!Shuri x fem!Black Reader
Summary: smut with no plot…
Rated- ♢♢♢
Are You Avoiding Me?
Pairing; Shuri x reader
Summery: You have been ignoring Shuri ever since your accidental confession, but she won’t ;et you unlit she tells you hers.
Rated-♧♡
Not my girlfriend my wife!
Pairing; Shuri x reader
Summary: Shuri does not take kindly to other women trying to hit on you I mean she takes it to heart it makes her feel as if she's not showing that you two are a couple enough. So when this happens she makes it well known that you belong to someone and not just anyone her.
Rated-♡♡♡
No Longer A Secret
Paring; shuri x fem!reader
Summary: After hiding your relationship with Shuri for months, she decided it's time to let everyone know. But first, you must inform the Dora Milaje's general, Okoye, who is also your mother.
Rated-♡
Princess Problems
Paring; shuri x dora milaje!reader
Summary: ongoing petty bickering between you and the princess is interfering with you job. You have to put an end to it once and for all.
Rated-♢
The Panther's Muse
Paring; shuri x fem!reader
Summary: Shuri pays a visit to Riri’s new apartment but is surprised that she no longer lives alone.
Rated-♢♡
Take it off before, I tear it
Paring; Shuri x reader
Summary: You've been feeling neglected and decide to send nude pictures to Shuri while she is in the lab. When she got back, she put you in your place.
Rated-♢♡
Watching a “Movie”
Pairing; Shuri x Fem!Reader
Summary: Shuri and the reader have a fun sleepover. 
Rated-♢♢♢
Caught Your Attention
Pairing; Shuri x Fem!Reader
Summary: youve noticed it before— the lingering stares, the intense firm grip she uses with you, how close she is to you, how frequently you are with her, how she looks at people when they stare at you. you hadn’t put two and two together until an incident that made you come to terms with just how much you mean to the queen.
Rated-♡♢
Teach Me
Paring; Bartender!shuri x black!fem!reader
Summary: A one night stand with bartender Shuri.
Rated-♢♡
Evil Queen
Paring; Wanda Maximoff x reader
Summary: "You are mine. You belong to me only"
Rated- ???
The Gardener
Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Y/n was the gardener's daughter, she used to help her father to yard work for Wanda. Now she does some of the work on her own. Wanda has a thing for the college aged girl and finds a way to get what she wants.
Rated- ♡♢
Sleepy
Pairing: g!p Wanda x g!p Natasha x little!fem!reader
Summary: y/n doesn’t want to go to bed, so Wanda and Natasha find another way to make her sleepy…
Rated- ♡♢
My Best Girl
Paring; stepmom!wanda x reader
Summary: Wanda spoils her best Girl for getting good grades in school.
Rated-♡♢
Stress Relief
Pairing; Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.
Rated-♤♡♢
Comfort
Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Reader is dragged along to a sleepover at the Maximoff's house. However when she gets there Wanda isn't her usual happy-go-lucky self. She seeks comfort in the reader, which is a shock to the entire group.
Rated-♡
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imdoingsortagay · 1 year
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Top! Claire Debella x fem! R
18 please
Let it Happen
summary: Claire gets to know the new intern in the office during one of her days when she works late.
warnings: Smut below the cut +18, fucking your boss ( not me tho stay safe tho ❤️), Claire being a flirt, gay, oral. Dubious consent, oral ( r receiving).
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Did you really need to be here at 10pm at night on a weekday with Senator Debella looking at boring paperwork? NO
Yet here you were, energy drink in hand the older woman sat closely next to you in her office looking over some reports for an upcoming hearing she needs to be at.
" Didn't expect such a sweet thing like you to spend your Thursday night with me," Claire says to you," don't you have a group of girls to go out and have fun with?"
With the pet name that she used, the older woman can tell it makes you blush, always feeling proud of herself for making you act all flustered. The innocent ones were always her type, the chance to make them go from innocent beings to slutty things always drives her crazy.
Something in her knew that would be you the first day that Barkley walked into the office with a stack of paperwork, you quickly followed behind her with two cups of coffee to start off the day with nervousness written all over your face. Since then, Claire made it her goal to try to get to know you better, what makes you blush, your favorite things, what you do out of work, and whatnot.
" My work with you is my main priority Miss Debella," you answer back," fun wasn't always on my mind which might sound a bit nerdy to say".
" Really Now?" Claire asks you, placing the boring reports on the table in front of her, wanting to know what you meant by your statement.
" Maybe I shouldn't have said that-"
" Y/L/N," the older woman starts off," it's just you and me here honey, all of your secrets are safe with me".
She did have a fair point, it was just the two of you in her office, and nobody else would know about how you always wanted to have fun and " explore yourself " as people your age say. Miss Debella would never tell people your secrets.
" If it helps the last person that I slept with was my best friend and it didn't really turn out too good," Claire admits to you which wasn't a lie as she and birdie were too drunk to even remember the sex.
" Didn't think you to be into woman Miss Debella," you say which makes Claire smile.
" I know a pretty little thing like you when I see one," Claire flirts back as you try your best to cover your blushing face with the Redbull which doesn't really do much.
" God you are so innocent,” Claire says as she takes the drink from your hand and sets it off to the side.
What you don’t expect next to happen is her leading you to sit on her lap, work being abandoned as Claire can’t hold herself back from kissing your neck and running her hands all of your body. A part of you didn’t know what to do as the woman worships you but you start to feel yourself growing rather wet, embarrassed that this woman is getting you soaked by doing something so simple.
“ you have no idea how crazy you fucking drive me doll, Claire says, “ can mommy touch you baby? I’m so desperate for you please.”
You’ve never heard the woman so desperate and the idea of being fucked sounded so good now, knowing that the vibrator in your nightstand barely does the job.
“ yes please mommy,” you whine before the older woman flips your position to have you under her. Mind going crazy that a goddess like her is about to be your first, not thinking about the consequences as your only priority is her exploring your body. Claire helps you remove your skirt along with your pink panties ( fitting ) before being met with your wet core, going through with two of her fingers and almost loudly moaning at how wet you are. Her mind running wild with all the ways she’s have you wrapped around her fingers.
“ Has my baby ever gotten this wet for anyone?”
You nod.
“ good, “ she says as she goes back to kissing your body, making sure to leave marks to remind you about her later. The moment that the older woman gets to your wet cunt, Claire takes pity on you and starts to lucky at your pussy.
All you can do is quietly moan, hands going straight to Claire head to keep her in place as she eats you like it’s her day job. She was doing wonders licking your pussy and Claire is in heaven seeing you moan.
“ fuck,” Claire as she takes a bit to look up at you,” such a pretty girl for me.”
“I can’t wait to take your innocence.”
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sapphickorro · 2 years
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♥︎  Marvel Masterlist
───────    Carol Danvers x Reader -
☆ Christmas Eve Gift - Hurt/Comfort, fluff!
Carol comes home for a Christmas Eve party a little too late.
───────    Maria Hill x Reader -
☆ Forever With You - Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Dark Themes
you get captured and experimented on by Hydra. Maria’s there to help deal with the aftermath and the side effects that come with your green side.
───────    Natasha Romanoff x Reader - 
☆ Black Sheep - 18+, Smut, g!p 
The mysterious girl of the campus shows up to a party for the first time, turns out you’re the first person to get to know her in more ways than one.
☆ All Mine - 18+, angst with happy ending, Smut, g!p
After getting betrothed to a princess, your love for your knight still lingers.
☆ Office Affairs - 18+, smut
Being the CEO isn’t easy especially if your competitors are trying to sway you over, luckily your assistant is there to ground you when your brain gets fogged by lust.  
───────    Valkyrie x Reader -
☆ As Long as I Have You - Hurt/Comfort
after the fight in the shadow realm, you worry about the livelihood of your wife.
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♥︎  Kathryn Hahn Masterlist 
───────     Agatha Harkness x Reader -
☆ Assistant - 18+, Smut, g!p
You question your boss about the work you have to do (or rather don’t have to do) as an assistant.
☆ First Christmas Together - 18+, Smut, fluff
Being alone on Christmas had become second nature to you, that was until Agatha came into your life, showing you just how special the holiday can be.
───────     Claire Debella x Reader -
☆ “Are you mad at me?” - hurt/comfort, ageplay
Claire’s busier than usual after some photos of you and her leak making you think that you were at fault.
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♥︎  Legend of Korra/Avatar the Last Airbender Masterlist
───────     Lin Beifong x Reader - 
☆ I'm Grateful You're Mine - Fluff
You wake up from a nightmare and luckily, you’ve got someone there to take care of you
☆ I’d Choose You in Every Universe - 18+, Smut, Fluff
Lin catches you getting a bit too close for comfort with another woman.
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Blog is 18+ Minors DNI!
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abbyromanoff · 9 months
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AGATHA HARKNESS MASTERLIST:
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WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Kathryn Hahn, Agatha Harkness (MCU), Claire Debella (Glass Onion), Eve Fletcher (Mrs. Fletcher), Carla (Bad Moms)
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Morning After (smut, fluff)
$ting (smut)
Say Yes To Heaven (smut, fluff)
Evergreen (smut, angst)
Manipulation Tactics (smut, angst)
How To Get Away With Murder (smut, dark!!!, angst)
Stockholm Syndrome (smut, dark!!)
Let Me Love You (fluff, dark!!)
Hoax (Claire Debella) (fluff)
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agathasangel · 1 year
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in the middle (jen barkley x claire debella x fem!reader NSFW)
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warnings: smut, angst, cheating, sexting/dirty picture sharing, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex acts, threesome, legal age gap (reader is 24-25, jen is late 30s and claire is around 40).
I literally thought of this whole plot last night and somehow wrote 2k words of it in one day. Yay brainrot. also this takes place pre-glass onion while claire is running for governor and fairly soon after jen was bobby newport’s campaign manager.
summary: jen is your girlfriend, and you are trying to repair your relationship after her struggle to stay loyal to you. but when jen’s away and her new candidate, claire debella, sees a photo of you and has to have you, they make a plan to share.
“I’ll be honest, (y/n), I’m not exactly a “committed relationship” kind of gal. But I really like you. I want to keep seeing you, just… don’t expect me to be the perfect girlfriend at first. I don’t know if that’s something I’m capable of.”
That was what Jen said to you at the end of your internship on the campaign she was working on at the time. While her political career required her to lie her ass off on a daily basis, she was brutally honest when it came to her personal life. That was something you appreciated about her.
But she was more right than either of you could have imagined. While you were living in the same city, things were fine. But her work often required her to leave, and Jen had a hard time resisting temptation. Your most recent fight happened after she got back from Indiana from a job and she admitted to you that she had cheated on you- yet again- this time with a man who worked for her opponent.
“But it meant nothing! I have no feelings for Chris, you’re the one I actually care about! He- he was just there.”
Of course, she managed to win you back, like she always did. Despite her flaws, you loved her, and you knew she loved you. She worked so hard, courting you, buying you flowers and gifts, helping you study for grad school, and just making you feel special.
But then, of course, she had to leave again.
“Babe, I got another job offer! Claire Debella is running for governor of Connecticut, and she’s being backed by some tech billionaire. I can’t refuse this, I’m gonna make a killing!”
“Does that mean you’ll have to go to Connecticut?”
“It does but- hey, I promise it won’t be like last time, alright? We’ll talk every day, you can visit-“
“Jen, I have school…”
“You can visit on weekends, or breaks. I can pay for your flights. We’ll make this work, okay?”
You agreed, although you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. You dropped her off at the airport a week later, and she made you another promise.
“Keep your phone on, babe. When I get to the hotel, I’ll send you something extra special.”
And she did. That night you got a photo message captioned “wish you were here ;)”. You opened the photo and it was her, sprawled on her hotel bed, completely naked. God, she was perfect.
You texted her back “I’ll miss that so much”, to which she immediately replied, “send me something back to enjoy tonight! I’m missing u already”
This was not something you and Jen had ever thought to do before, but you complied. You stripped and found a lingerie set Jen had bought you a while back to change into, and started taking photos for her. This became a nightly ritual between the two of you that you kept sacred. You sent her photos of yourself in the various lingerie pieces she kept ordering for you.
“you look even better in that than I thought you would, baby. Let me see from the back”
You sent her another photo of you from the back, bending over and sticking your ass out slightly.
“that’s it, baby. god i wish i was there so i could take you in that position.”
Sometimes Jen would send you audio clips of her moaning as she touched herself to your photos, and you would replay those at night as you imagined you were together, and that she was fucking you.
Jen thought that this would be enough to keep her from giving into her temptations, and truth be told, it was. At least for a while. But that didn’t mean the temptation wasn’t present. This time it was the woman she was working for, Claire Debella herself. It was rare that Jen actually liked one of her candidates, but Claire was smart, had some great ideas, and was gorgeous to boot. The two women would meet daily for coffee in the morning, or drinks at night, and were starting to become actual friends.
The two of them would always start by talking business, campaign strategy, the usual. But they started to venture into talking about their personal lives.
“You dated an intern? And it actually worked out?”
“It did. She was- is- pretty great, and it wasn’t what you’re probably thinking. (Y/n) was the only one there who wasn’t some dumb legacy kid. I had a lot of respect for her, we bonded, one thing led to another and we were sneaking off to the supply closet every day for the rest of the campaign.”
Claire laughed, “I gotta say, Jen, I kinda wish I had a story like that.”
I could give you a story… Jen thought. But she knew better. You were all she wanted, all she needed. She just had to keep reminding herself.
That night you sent her a video of you riding your favorite strap, which Jen of course left at home for your use. For the first time, you weren’t wearing lingerie, you weren’t wearing anything. Jen reveled in the sight of your bare breasts moving up and down. She imagined she was wearing the strap like she usually did, that you were bouncing up and down on her cock, moaning.
“Yes, baby, just like that. You look so pretty riding me baby, just a little more, yes…fuck, good girl… cum for me baby, good girl…”
The next day at work, Jen was conflicted. She couldn’t stop thinking about your video, but she also couldn’t stop thinking about Claire. She wanted you both so much it hurt. She never felt this way before. Jen was used to hooking up no-strings-attached, mostly with men. But you and Claire were different. She walked to her office distracted and in a daze, not having gotten much sleep last night thanks to that video you sent her. Jen felt herself bump into someone, and felt hot coffee spill on her shirt.
Shit. It was Claire. Of course it was Claire.
“I’m so sorry!”
“Are you okay, Jen?”
“Yeah, I just- I didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. “
“Okay. Don’t worry about it, I have an extra shirt in my office, I’ll let you borrow it.” Claire led Jen up to her office and took off her coffee-stained blazer that covered her otherwise clean dress. The dress hugged all her curves beautifully and showed off her strong, lean arms.
“Here you go.” Claire, for whatever reason, helped Jen take her shirt off, her gaze lingering for a bit before their eyes met. Jen felt vulnerable, exposed. And what’s more, she was enjoying it. She put the shirt on and quickly made a beeline to her own office, shut the door and turned the lights off. She then unbuttoned her dress pants and put your video on, trying to get the image of Claire’s eyes and body out of her head. And it worked.
That is, until she realized she forgot to lock the door. She heard a voice behind her.
“Jen? Jen?”
“Claire! Um, how much did you see?”
“Just a couple seconds. I was going to ask about my speech, but first, I have to ask, that girl you were watching. Is she your girlfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“God, you’re lucky.” Her eyes darkened as she reached over Jen’s shoulder and pressed play. “Wow, look at her go…”
“You’re not mad?”
“Please. This is nothing. Besides, I can enjoy it myself. If you’ll let me, of course.” Jen breathed a sigh of relief, excited at the possibility that was just presented to her.
“Pull up a chair. Wait until you see all the pretty photos she’s taken for me.” Claire did so, making sure to lock the door behind her so no one could disturb the two of them as they enjoyed you.
“Stunning,” Said Claire, slipping a hand under her dress. “Imagining the two of you together, it’s getting me fucking soaked. You touching her, your girl riding your pretty face-“
“We can make her our girl, Claire. She’ll be into it.”
“Oh, I bet she will be. Such a little slut for us.”
Jen told Claire the plan she came up with to introduce them. Your spring break was coming up, and Jen would buy you a plane ticket to come and visit. The day came, but not as quickly as either of them would like.
Jen picked you up from the airport, just as you had planned. She looked beautiful and put together as always, and you ran into her arms.
“I missed you! I missed you so much Jen!”
“Oh baby, you have no idea. Let’s get back to the hotel and get you all cleaned up, and then I made a dinner reservation. You, me, and Claire Debella.”
“Claire’s coming? I know you two have gotten close during the campaign and I hate to be the jealous girlfriend but should I be worried?”
“Oh, honey, no. She just wants to meet you, that’s all. I think the two of you will really hit it off.”
So you showed up at the restaurant, by Jen’s side, wearing the impossibly short black dress she picked out for you. Claire was already sitting down, and the host led you right to her.
“She’s even prettier in person, Jen. Hi, you must be the famous (y/n). Jen talks about you all the time. I’m Claire Debella, it’s so nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
The woman was definitely your type. Powerful, charming, older. And the three of you did hit it off. You talked about the campaign, your classes, and your worried about Claire and Jen were gone. Claire was incredibly friendly to you. A couple cocktails in and you started thinking about how pretty Claire was, about all the things you, her and Jen could do together…
So you cut yourself off. You couldn’t think about that, not when you’ve spent the past few months chastising your own girlfriend, terrified of her cheating on you. You nervously excused yourself to the bathroom, not noticing Jen motioning for Claire to follow you.
“I’ve been waiting to get you alone.” Said Claire as you left the bathroom stall.
“I’m sorry?”
Claire grabbed you and turned around, pinning you against the sink, slightly bent over so that your short little dress slid up.
“Look at you. I wish you could see yourself when you’re like this. Ever since Jen showed me you, I knew I had to have you.”
“Claire, what if someone comes in?”
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She teased, pulling your skirt up further.
“What cute panties you have on. And what an even cuter little wet spot right there. Just from me bending you over like this, where just anyone can walk in and see.” She ran her fingers between your clothed folds, and you stopped yourself from moaning. It felt so good, but you couldn’t betray your girlfriend.
“Claire, this isn’t right. Jen is my girlfriend, I can’t do that to her-“
You were interrupted by a stall door opening behind you.
“It’s so sweet how loyal you are to me baby,” you heard Jen’s voice say from behind, “but right now I want you to let Claire fuck you. She’s wanted to from the moment I showed you to her. I told you this trip would be different, and it sure was. Don’t you wanna let us make you feel good?” At that moment, Claire slipped her hand into your panties, brushing your clit and you let out a moan.
“Good girl,” Claire praised as she teased your pussy some more, slipping a finger inside you as Jen watched eagerly. But Claire quickly pulled out when she heard footsteps coming towards the door. As much as the idea of getting caught turned her on, she was running for office and couldn’t risk it. You whined a bit at the loss but stood up and pulled your skirt down, locking eyes with your girlfriend, smiling at you proudly.
“Why don’t we get the check and get out of here?”
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getlostsquidward · 1 year
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Ohhhhhh requests hehe nice
Spare some alpha!claire and omega reader bit please, if it tickles the muse? I have no idea about the setting, maybe reader helps her with the campaign or miles got everyone on the island an omega to further relax during the weekend? Some sweet thing desperate to please cause if the assigned person isn't happy, miles isn't happy, and that is ... not good. And god knows Claire needs it, being a single mom running a campaign... 👀
Or something else dark, whatever comes to your mind! Have a good day!
fated
pairing: alpha!claire debella x omega!reader
a/n: hey anon! i hope i gave your request justice, my writing's a bit rusty hehe enjoyy
warnings: smut, omegaverse, alpha!claire, knotting, breeding, oral (r receiving), overstimulation, lil bit innocence kink, choking (briefly-not in a sexy way), men being assholes
summary: claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.
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“The rooms are named after chakras, your biorhythm is your key, get changed, settle, and let's have an afternoon by the pool before the real party begins,” Miles explains, as the wristbands glow with each of their chakras. Most of them go to their assigned rooms when he added: “...and there's a special surprise for you waiting in there. Thank me later.”
Claire and Birdie looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, having no idea what it is this time.
Much to Claire's surprise, a very pretty present awaits her, sitting on her heels in the middle of the bed. The short frilly summer dress you're wearing compliments you very well, not to mention it's in her signature color, as is your collar engraved in the words ‘Claire's property.’
You stay with your head down low, waiting for your new owner to regard you in any way.
What a good girl.
This is, by far, the best trip Miles had organized. 
Claire closes her eyes and breathes in, letting the Greek island wind soak her stress and worries when a faint smell in the room catches her nose.
It's faint, but it's there. 
She walks into the room, taking her sun visors off, as she gets closer to where the scent is most potent — and she can feel her cock twitch when she realized it was coming from your slick.
Claire bends a little and tips your chin up with the visor, searching your eyes for something, anything. She could see the way your pupils widened just with the intense eye contact, how your pupils dilated, how your lips parted ever so slightly,  how your throat bobbed up and down as you swallowed. 
Despite the clear attraction on your part (and hers), she could feel how nervous you are. She puts her sun visor on your head backward, caressing your warmed cheeks with her knuckles. “Do you have a name, darling?”
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Unlike the rest of the disruptors who have their omegas on a leash, Claire takes you by the hand, your palm cold against hers. When she refused to take the leash, she didn't miss the shy, small smile your lips painted as you thanked her.
Comments were thrown at her, saying omegas should/ be on a leash to keep them behaved, for them to be constantly reminded who they belonged to; but Claire disregarded all of them. She kept you close, patting the side of the bed, sharing the small space with her—until two of her friends decided to join her, with the blonde woman ordering all of you to move.
The three of you decided to sit one bed away from them as they chatted. You could hear the two whispering to each other how their alphas were with them, and all you could do was stare at Claire with great awe. 
You're thankful that you went to an alpha like her.
Prior to this weekend, someone had given you a brief introduction to your assigned alpha. Initially, you're scared, given all the politician stereotypes, even if she is a woman. If anything, she's the exact opposite of them all.
The more you look at her, the more you feel your heat starting to make you feel hazy — and you're worried if you're good enough for the dear governor to breed.
Lost in thought, you didn't notice the tall muscular man towering over the three of you.
“You.” He hooks a finger to your collar, choking out a gasp from you. The man looks at the tag on your collar. “Claire's, huh? Did she take care of your heat already? Want an alpha more capable of breeding you?”
You're shaking, terrified, but you can't even do anything because here, you are just breeding holes. Brought on this island to please this alpha pack, and holes don't speak. Above all, Miles himself had said: I don't care if another alpha wants to claim you other than the assigned. It's up to them to take responsibility for their property.
He grins when he sees how your lip trembles, leaning down slowly towards your nape—
And the pressure on your neck is gone, followed closely by a loud water splash.
“Do not touch what's mine, Duke. This is your only warning.” Claire stands at the edge of the pool, pointer finger sharply pointed at the man. “You'd do well to remember that.”
You're still trembling, but not because of fear anymore.
She guides you away from the pool area wordlessly, keeping your gaze trained on her hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. 
None of her friends dared to stop Claire, her rage keeping everyone at bay.
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As soon as you get to the comfort of her room, Claire all but pushes you into the bed, her chest still heaving as she straddled your middle. Her eyes are still burning, though it wasn't directed at you. She's zoning out.
Claire was just happy bragging about you to her friends, a sweet little thing that you are when Birdie's voice cut her off. “Claire...”
And then all she saw was red, because no one, not even her closest friends, can touch what's clearly fucking hers, and they should know better than to do so because she swears they will not see the light of day—
“Mistress?” 
Your small voice grounds her to this moment, reminding her that you're here, that no one had snatched you up right under her nose before she can even officially mark you as hers. No one can.
She lets you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, the faint red mark on your wrist that her grip left catching her eyes. This time, gently, she brings it to her lips. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” you say, eyes shimmering with adoration. “Thank you, mist–”
Claire's soft lips caress yours for a second before she pulls away. Her bright blue eyes stare at yours, then at your lips, and back to your eyes, and back to your lips again.
You brush your nose against hers, voice hoarse as you whisper. “Please.”
“Your lips taste good, princess. I wonder…” she trailed off, face hovering along the valley of your breast and stomach, the slightest touch of the tip of her nose trailing making you shiver. She stops at the hem of your dress, eyes never once wavering off yours. “...no, I'm sure you're as sweet as you smell.”
Without another word, she dove into your cunt like a feast, the lack of any underwear a relief to you both.
Claire's cock ached to be freed out of its confines with your sex so graciously served to her on a silver platter. A pure omega, never been touched, holes clenching around nothing as you anticipate her touch.
“Fuck me like the whore that I am, mistress!”
An untouched omega with a dirty mouth? Well.
She smirked. You will be fucked like the whore that you are, but she needs you to produce as much slick as possible, not wanting your first time to hurt — but the thought that she will be the first person to ever fuck your cunt, the way she can see how goosebumps arise on your skin at the unfamiliar sensation of someone else's hands touching and prodding on your most intimate and sensitive parts has her head clouded with stormy lust, all focused on how she can destroy you, your tight little holes, and breed you round until you can't walk.
She uses her tongue to fuck your hole, her nose so deliciously rubbing against your puffy clit. She smiles to herself with how wet you're getting, with how desperate you sound. Claire didn't take too long to bring you your orgasm, and another, and another until she deemed you ready to take her cock.
Claire looks at you fondly, caressing your cheek with the back of your hand. Your eyes are glazed over with how fucked out you were, your hair a mess, the pretty marks and bruises she painted across the canvas of your skin.
She's barely even starting.
“I'm ready, mistress. ’M ready to be filled up…” you say with adoration, nuzzling your head against her touch. 
Claire coos, “Aww, sweet baby. Are you, really? You think you can take mistress' cock? You think it will fit your tight pussy?” She then claws her swimsuit off of her, sighing as she strokes her cock. 
You swallow as you see how thick and girthy she was, and Claire sees the way fear has flashed in your eyes. “I know it's scary and I know you're thinking about how my cock will fit you, do you still want it?”
A blink and your eyes once again gloss over with lust, nodding eagerly. 
“Good girl.”
Claire wants to flip you ass up face down, but she also wants to see the tears slipping the corner of your eyes once her cock enters you so she spreads your legs once more, rubbing her length against your clit and pussy lips before aligning the tip in your tight hole.
“You ready, baby?”
Claire takes your nod as a go signal, pushing her cock inside your pussy so slowly, you could feel every inch of her filling you and stretching your walls. She doesn't miss the tear that escape your eyes as you feel the burn of your alpha finally taking your cunt. She wipes it with her thumb, singing praises to your ear. “You're doing so well, my lovely omega. This pussy was made for my cock.”
She's fully sheathed inside you, and as much as she wants to start thrusting into you, she needs to know how you're feeling. Claire was a little worried by how you'd been quiet for the past few minutes save from your little whimpers and gasps.
Before she can ask, you beat her to it. “You're so big, mistress! But I can take it, you're right, my pussy is made for you. Please fuck me, please!”
Claire's cock twitches with how desperate you are and starts ramming her dick into your hole. The scream that you let out was music to her ears, and she intends to hear a fucking orchestra.
She grunts as she feels your hips move to meet hers, your breasts beautifully bouncing with her every thrust. She palms your mounds and pinches your stiff buds, letting another whine escape your lips. Your mouth was barely closed as she fucks you, all the moans downright pornographic, and her chest swelled with pride. She spits into your mouth, and you make a show of you swallowing it, making her thrust harder, a bulge forming on your belly with how deep she is. 
“Mmm, fuck, mistress! More, please!” You clench around her cock as she hits that special spot, making your back arch from the pleasure. You've never been more addicted to this feeling, full of your beloved alpha's cock, getting fucked for the first time like a good omega deserves, like you deserve.
You ask, and Claire delivers. She kept hitting that spot in hopes of you clenching around her again, feeling her knot starting to swell. Claire's all set to shoot all her load into you, nothing but feral thoughts in her lust-filled head. You wrap your legs around her waist to keep her close, feeling your own orgasm close.
“This pretty little pussy is mine, you hear me? No one else's.”
“I'm yours...I want to be yours, mistress! Please, please! Let me cum!”
“You want to be mine, lovely girl? You want mistress to breed you?” Claire whispers, her hot breath against your ear adding more fuel to the heat between your legs. 
“Yes! Yes please, mistress. I want your pups...”
“If you want my pups, I'll have to take you home with me. You'll be by my side, forever. Would you like that?”
“I'd like nothing more, mistress.”
“Good girl. Now take all of me and cum, baby. Go on, cum for mistress.”
Like it's meant to be, you cum as your alpha says. Claire follows right after, her knot adding more stimulation to your sensitive cunt. The way her thick release fills you to the brim makes you feel like you're floating, too blissed out with the intense pleasure you've just experienced. 
You let Claire lay above you, her face nuzzling your neck. She doesn't pull out, not yet. She has to make sure not one drop of her cum is wasted.
She sighs, satisfied, as she smells her scent covering your body. She presses an open-mouthed kiss on your throat, just above the collar tag where her name is.
You wrapped your arms around her and whispered, “Thank you, mistress. That was…I don't even know how to describe it. It's beyond words,” you pause, feeling brave as you lifted her chin and stole a bashful kiss. “I'm glad you're my alpha.”
You feel her smile against your skin. “Me too, darling. Me too. Now get rest as much as you can, because I'm not done with you.”
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All good things come to an end, but not what you and Claire had found with each other on this island. The two of you weren't even able to enjoy the full beauty this place had to offer as you remained cooped up in Claire's room, blessing every corner with spit, sweat, and cum.
“You ready to go home, baby?”
When she didn't hear you respond, she found you looking at distant strange people in the faraway part of the island.
Claire gently whisks your hand away, effectively leading your attention away from Miles' people burying Duke's body.
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aparticularbandit · 6 months
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milfandh0ney · 1 year
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Gorgeous (NSFW)
Pairing: Claire Debella x fem!reader
Summary: Lionel brings you along to the island thinking this was his chance to make a move on you, his best friend. What he didn’t account for was how attractive all his friends would find you. However, you only have eyes for one person there, and it’s not your best friend.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, mommy kink, degradation, praise, dom/sub undertones, strap on use (r receiving), breath play, breeding kink
Notes: poor Lionel. Also, yes, title based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift. Don’t hate. My first smut please be more gentle than Claire. it might suck. Also no smut until the second half lol there’s some plot
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The moment that you first saw her will be ingrained in your memory forever.
You rested your head on Lionel’s shoulder, your left arm slung around his waist as he carried both his and your bags. Heads turned in sync at the insistent beep of a car horn and the sound of tires screeching to a halt behind you.
Your best friend had taken the time on the plane ride to tell you a bit about each of his friends that would be in attendance, so when she stumbled out of the car with too many bags in hand you knew exactly who it was. Her entrance was nowhere near as grand as you imagined Birdie to make. Instead, this woman seemed to command attention in a way that was effortless. Just her presence demanded that you pay attention, but not in the sense that she thought she was better than you. The way she clung to her bags and that god-awful visor brought her back down to earth instead of in the clouds like a god. It was incredibly endearing. Claire Debella was going to get you into trouble.
You didn’t notice her looking at you even as she greeted Lionel, your attention caught by the squeals marking the arrival of Birdie. Claire didn’t give Birdie a second look, mapping your body with her eyes instead.
“Hello! Oh my God,” Birdie greeted. “We can’t hug right? I mean, can we? I just wanna hug everybody,” she whined as she took in the sights of Claire and Lionel. Next, her eyes fell onto yours and her voice noticeably dropped. “But you,” she paused as she took in the sight of you head to toe, “Hello stranger danger.”
You gulped at all of her attention landing on you. You could understand the appeal of her, the way she was looking at you like she was going to devour you made your greeting stick in your throat. Luckily, Lionel noticed the flustered look on your face and slung his arm around your waist. The shock of two beautiful women arriving so close together wasn’t good for your sanity.
“Birdie, Claire, this is my partner in crime, she’s here with me, obviously,” he shot a stern look in Birdie’s direction. The possessiveness of his tone was off-putting to you and you took a step away from him. Carefully disguising the move as you just being polite and greeting his friends. It seemed that Birdie enjoyed pushing Lionel’s buttons, grabbing your hand, looking deeply into your eyes before saying, “how lovely to meet a little thing like you,” she pulled your hand up to her lips to kiss the back of it.
“Keep your distance, Birdie. I’m a politician, I can’t be seen with you not adhering to the six feet rule,” you noticed Claire’s jaw tense as she spoke. You couldn’t help the way you felt heat pool in your belly from the way the muscles of her neck and arms tensed with her jaw. You wonder how she’d respond if you offered yourself up as an outlet for all that emotion.
Claire told herself the almost-instantaneous bout of anger that came over her when Birdie’s lips touched your skin had absolutely nothing to do with the way your legs seemed to go on for days or how the slightly-mussed look of your hair from your day of traveling made her fingers ache to run through it.
You were both wrong. 
You took advantage of everyone’s sudden interest in Mr. Blanc to study Claire. Lionel had told you that she had her doctorate in some scientific field that you couldn’t remember. Some long name that you hadn’t thought you would want to recall when you had heard about it on the plane. You silently curse yourself, wishing you’d paid closer attention to everything your friend had said about her. All you knew was that it meant she had to be smart. She was a politician which meant she must have the charisma of one as well. Was there a downside to this woman?
You looked at her form. Claire was fit, but not in the “I go to the gym three times per week and only give myself one cheat day” kind of way. It was more like she was used to running around in her day-to-day life and wouldn’t dream of denying herself a glass of wine and chocolate bar after a particularly stressful day. Your eyes fall onto her middle. It certainly wasn’t flat, but soft from early signs of aging. She certainly wasn’t in her 20s anymore, she just looked so soft. It made her even more attractive to you, it made her seem more real. 
At the sound of Duke’s motorcycle and his loud greetings behind you, you are broken out of your thoughts. The energy surrounding Duke immediately puts you off and you make a mental note to try to avoid him this week. The girl (model, really) hanging off his arm, Whiskey you heard someone say her name was, looked like she was closer to your age than anyone else and you were happy that you’d at least have someone to talk to that wasn’t part of the original group either. 
Maybe this week would actually be pleasant.
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You were starting to think you were wrong. The confusion of Andi showing up left everyone tense and stressed. You were grateful for the chance to lounge by the pool after your day of traveling. 
“Baby, you’re too sexy to be a scientist,” Birdie’s voice caught your attention from your spot on a lounge chair and she grinned at finding you here. “Lionel told me all about how you’re working as his little assistant. That’s hot,” she smiles at you before turning to Claire. “And Claire…you look so cute,” you could practically see the insincerity drip from Birdie’s mouth as she spoke to her friend. You glanced at Claire to gauge her reaction, watching her give Birdie the bird. She was sick of Birdie knowing she was hot and rubbing it in her face. Although she played it off like it didn’t bother her, you could tell by her expression that she was insecure. She was covering too much skin, who wore a robe so thick by the pool? 
You tuned out the rest of their conversation as your eyes roamed Claire’s swimsuit clad body. Yes, Birdie was an attractive woman, you could never deny that. But she looked so plastic, so fake. Like a character instead of a person. Not to mention she had a complete disregard for peoples’ feelings, disguising her words as just being honest. Claire was definitely more your type. You wished she was more confident in her looks, there was no reason to hide her curves under a hideous brown one piece. A sigh escapes your lips as you imagine what she must look like underneath it. You stand to make your way into the pool to, hopefully, cool down your heated thoughts about the governor. 
With barely a splash, you dove into the deep end of the pool. Forcing air out of your lungs in your effort to stay at the bottom for a minute, you closed your eyes and tried to remind yourself that Claire is married and your useless pining over her would ruin your vacation. Once the need for air became too much you pushed yourself to the surface with your legs. You desperately needed a drink. 
Grabbing a hard kombucha from the cooler and heading to the opposite side of the pool from everyone else, you sit on the edge and dangle your feet. You watched the other side of the pool where Lionel and Claire were deep into conversation. Suddenly, the sun was blocked by someone standing beside you. Looking up you see Whiskey smiling at you. 
“Mind if I sit?” She asks you. “I swiped this earlier,” she holds up a mostly full bottle of tequila. “We can share if you want.”
She sits beside you as you nod and she passes you the bottle. You watch as Claire gestures with her hands while talking to your friend. The way that her fingers look does something to you. They’re long and look strong, you can’t help but to imagine them tracing paths from your thighs up to your hips before pulling on the string of your bikini bottoms before-
“They kinda suck, don’t they?” Whiskey interrupts your thoughts before they could go too far. 
You laugh and take a sip, agreeing with her. Conversation with Whiskey was easy and you were glad to have her company to take your mind off of the debilitatingly hot brunette. 
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As you joked around with Whiskey, Claire and Lionel looked over. “So, you never brought your girlfriend up during our catch-ups,” Claire fished. She wanted to know why you were kept a secret and how serious your relationship was. “When did that happen?” 
“We’ve been friends for ages, working together in the lab. She’s working on her PhD now. Over time I guess I just looked at her differently. We’re not really together yet, but I have a feeling she feels the same.” Claire nods as he speaks, internally trying to squash the seed of hope that planted in her lungs knowing it wasn't official. 
“She’s too cute for you Lionel. How do you plan on keeping her?” 
He laughs in response, thinking she’s joking. “I like to think I’m her type.”
“Seems to me her type is hot blondes that look like they could be models,” Claire huffs in annoyance. 
“What do you mean?” Up until this point, Lionel had assumed you were straight. You never talked about sexuality, but as he looks back maybe there were signs. 
Claire nods her head in the direction of you and Whiskey laughing, holding each other. “She hasn’t been out of sight of either Birdie or Whiskey since we got here, Lionel. I think your girl is gay.”
“Oh shit,” Lionel breathes out. Claire may have a point. They both watch as your conversation with Whiskey continues. Your hands rise to gesture in the air animatedly and the other acts as your pretend visor. They both could tell you were making fun of Claire, there was no mistaking it. 
Once again, Claire’s jaw tenses. It was clear that you like pretty girls and you didn’t like her. But damn if she didn’t think you look good in a bikini, water droplets falling from your hair and traveling ever so slowly between your breasts. Claire groans before downing the rest of her wine. 
“What about you? You and your husband must be faring any better in the love department.” 
Claire sighs at the question before deciding to tell the truth. Everyone was going to find out eventually. “We’re actually getting a divorce. We’ve been separated and living apart since quarantine started.” Claire desperately hoped her luck would get better. 
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You were excited for dinner, your head was pounding from all the tequila that you’d had earlier. You desperately needed food in your stomach. Thankfully, Lionel let you use the shower first so once you were ready you made your way to the lounge area. Turning the corner, your body suddenly stops as it runs into another. A hand reaches down and grabs you by the hip to steady you both. The hard grip on your body was hot on your skin and you gasped at the contact. Maybe it was a bad idea to wear a dress with cutouts at your most sensitive body part. You take a deep breath and notice the body in front of you smells clean, like fresh laundry and sea salt.
Your eyes travel up to make eye contact before apologizing to whoever you had run into. Just higher than yours were deep blue eyes glued to your face. You swallow hard at the sight of Claire looking at you so intensely. Licking your lips in an effort to add more moisture to your mouth so your voice doesn’t crack, you watch as Claire’s eyes follow the movement of your tongue. 
You force yourself to take a step back before apologizing. “I’m sorry, governor, I should’ve been watching where I was going.” You silently urged your heartbeat to slow down.
“It’s alright, darling,” she assures you. You’re not sure if you imagine it but her voice seems a bit hoarse. 
Your eye contact hasn’t faded and you feel like you could swim or drown in the ocean of her eyes. You think you would die happily in them if you could. Forcing your eyes to look anywhere but into hers, they land on her left hand still resting on your hip. 
No wedding ring. Rings on every other finger.
You use all your energy trying to drown the thought of how pretty of a necklace her hand would make.
Luckily, Lionel enters the room and breaks up any residual tension between you two. You try to avoid Claire for the rest of the evening, chatting all of Lionel’s other friends up instead. What you couldn’t help was the way your eyes drifted to Claire’s form in her white dress no matter who you were in conversation with. What gave her the right to be so gorgeous?
“Isn’t Claire married?” You ask, not bothering to turn your head back to your conversation partner as you speak.
Not being able to turn down the chance for gossip, Birdie’s excitement bled into her voice, “Lionel didn’t tell you? Apparently they’ve been separated since this whole covid thing started. I think he found out she was using him as a beard for her campaign.”
Well. That might change things.
“So, have you ever eaten pussy?” Your eyes snap back to the blonde as you spit out the drink that was in your mouth. The room goes quiet and everyone turns to stare and you and Birdie. You laugh at the absurdity of it. 
“Yeah I have. I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it too,” you wink back at her and maybe it’s time to cut yourself off again. Some food ought to sober you up again.
Claire can’t help it when her jaw drops at your response. She wanted nothing more but to test your mouth for herself. The politician knew she most likely wouldn’t get the chance. It was clear you were avoiding her and with the stunt in the pool she was sure that you hated her. It took all of her willpower to take her eyes off the hip bones you had on display and not think about the way her hand had felt on you earlier. She imagined slipping her hand under the dress to squeeze at a breast or dip down into your panties to feel how wet you were for her. God, she hadn’t had sex in so long. She silently thanked herself for packing her entire sex toy drawer. More than anything she needed a release and she was going to get it whether you were helping or not. 
-
That was not the conversation you wanted to have. After dinner had died down, everyone made it back to their rooms. Lionel had the nerve to ask if you wanted to be with him. Why couldn’t men and women just be friends? You turned him down and of course he wanted to get mad that you “led him on” by not telling him you were into women. You rolled your eyes. There was no way you were going to sleep in a bed next to him, so you grabbed a pillow and blanket off the bed to carry down to the couch in the lounge. 
You hadn’t expected anyone else to be there. “Governor! Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll find somewhere else.”
You turn to leave but before you can, she speaks up, “there’s no need to be so formal, love. You can call me Claire.” She takes a moment to take in your pajamas, just an oversized shirt and some mismatched socks. Your hair sat atop your head in a messy top bun. How could you make even that sexy? “Were you expecting someone else? Birdie? Whiskey, perhaps?” You’re not sure where the hard edge in her voice came from, but it commanded you to sit on the couch, tossing your bedding beside you. She wanted you for herself.
“No,” you sigh, “I just turned Lionel down and I don’t want to sleep next to him. Besides,” you glance at her, “I’m worried Birdie might try to sneak in and kidnap me. She’s too much.”
“But then you saw me here. You’re avoiding me,” you heard the question before she voiced it. “Why? You seem to get along fine with the other women,” Claire sat with an elbow resting on the back of the couch, her hand cradling her head. Her feet were tucked into her body as she waited for your response. 
You feel the warmth of the blush bloom from your chest up to your cheeks. Claire couldn’t help but to think you wore embarrassment well. “I-Well…I don’t think,” you start. 
“Don’t lie to me. Do you have something against me? Or have I done something to upset you?” Claire looks at you in defeat. She’s not sure what she’s done wrong to make you avoid her. Until she notices how wide your eyes are, and the way you play with your fingers in your lap, and it dawns on her. “Do I make you nervous?”
Your teeth catch your bottom lip between them and all you can do is nod at her. You’re not sure you can trust your voice. Your eyes trail Claire’s body, nervously avoiding getting lost in her eyes. Your gaze finds her thighs where her dress has ridden up. You can’t look away from the newly exposed skin. 
“Come here, baby,” Claire urged you in a gentle voice, tapping the spot on the couch next to her with her free hand. “No need to be afraid. I won’t bite if you don’t want me to.” She winked at you and it was almost as if that propelled you to the space on the couch just in front of her. “Good girl,” she grins and pats your bare thigh. Instead of removing it, Claire lets her hand stay on your skin. 
“Mm,” you couldn’t help but let out a noise at the pet name. Her hand was so hot you thought it might melt your skin. The sight of her hand on you didn’t help the coil low in your stomach or the wetness starting to pool in your underwear. 
Claire couldn’t believe it as she watched your eyes get darker as she looked into them. Never had she thought you could possibly want her back. She wanted you so badly and she couldn’t deny herself anymore. 
Her hands reached out to grab the back of your neck and your hip to pull you to her lips. Getting over your shock, you slide your lips against hers and moan. Claire uses the opportunity to slide her tongue over your own as she guides you into sitting on her lap. The hand at the back of your head tangles into your hair and pulls your mouth off of her. She roughly tugs and tilts your head backwards so she can plant open mouthed kisses to your neck. 
“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” Claire says into the curve of your throat before moving down to nip at your collarbones. You moan at the sensation and buck your hips into hers. A gasp slips from your mouth as your center comes into contact with her bare stomach, her dress has ridden up while you made out. The feel of her skin made it almost impossible to deny her anything.
Claire chuckles darkly. “I can feel how wet you are for me already. I haven’t even fucking touched you yet. So desperate and needy.”
You feel the heat build between your legs as she embarrasses you more. You move your hands from their places tangled in her hair to the hem of her dress, attempting to push it up and reveal even more of her soft skin. Claire’s hands snatch your wrists to stop your movements. You pout and lean in to connect your lips again. Once she’s sure your hands aren’t going anywhere, Claire slips one of her own into the front of your panties. Her thumb trails down to your clit and she rubs a few light circles into it before traveling down farther to feel your wetness. You cry out at the contact you’ve been wanting so badly for the whole day. 
Claire pulls back to look into your eyes and you whimper at the loss of contact. “Tell me,” she demands, “is this for me or someone else?” 
You roll your hips into her hand in an effort to relieve the pressure between your thighs. “Just for you, Claire. Only for you. I don’t want anyone else touching me like this,” you can tell she needs to hear it and you decide to show her how much you want her. You lean down to capture her bottom lip between your teeth and tug before releasing it and kissing her soundly. The way her velvet tongue feels on yours makes you impossibly wetter as you think of how it would feel to have her tongue elsewhere. Your hands roam her torso, not leaving an inch untouched. She slips her hand out of your underwear and places it back on your hips to guide you into grinding into her again. 
Claire’s kisses are so slow and sensuous that they have you almost begging for more. She laughs into your mouth, “I’m going to make you cum so hard everyone will hear you screaming and know who you belong to,” she husks in your ear and picks you up off her lap to lead you back to her bedroom. 
As soon as the door to her bedroom clicks shut she moves to take your sleep shirt off before she hesitates. “You want this?” She needed to make sure she wasn’t pressuring you. You nod eagerly, wanting to continue as soon as possible. Claire’s hand tangles in your hair again, pulling you back from her so hard your eyes sting. “I need to hear it,” her eyes search yours. 
“I want you so badly, please, Claire, touch me,” you plead with her. She must’ve been satisfied with your answer because she ripped your shirt off your body, leaving you in just your lace underwear. Claire pulls you to her and slides her tongue into your mouth, her kisses getting sloppier, her need for release obvious. Your hands roam her body before sliding under her hair to find the zipper of her dress and dragging it down. Her dress falls to the floor and she steps out of it. You walk her backwards towards the bed until she falls, sitting on the edge. You stand between her legs, mouth ghosting over her jaw until you reach her neck and you press kiss her from the spot behind her ear to her pulse point. Your hands slide from her knees up to her torso, trailing back to unhook her bra. 
“You’re so gorgeous,” you tell her, taking a step back to get a good look. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
A groan sounds from between Claire’s lips and she urges you, “show me.”
You make sure her eyes are on yours before sinking down to your knees in front of her. Your hands press into her knees, urging her to spread her legs and allow you to get closer to her. A hand makes its way to Claire’s neck and you bring her head down to you so you can kiss her. She lets you have control of it this time and you make sure to put all of your passion for her into it, hoping she could feel how intoxicating you find her. 
Once you were sure her lips were sufficiently swollen you move your mouth to her collarbone and kiss a line to a hard nipple. You flatten your tongue against it for a strong lick and then suck it into your mouth causing Claire to groan and grip your hair, forcing you to stay put. You like the pain of her pulling your hair so you swirl your tongue against the nipple in your mouth until she decides you're done and pushes your head towards her other nipple. You give it the same attention as your hand caresses her skin between her breasts and down her stomach. 
Your tongue reaches to lick the underside of the breast your mouth was working on before placing soft kisses down the line of her stomach. You feel the body beneath your fingers tense up as your mouth makes its way to a part of her body that she’s insecure about. Your kisses become more insistent along the roll of her stomach before you let out a moan and look up at her, “Claire I love your body, it makes me so wet.” Your insistence on making her feel good about herself seemed to give her a huge burst of confidence.
“No more teasing,” she pushes your head down to where she wants it and your face is almost touching her dripping cunt. “Put that pretty little mouth to good use. I want to know if you told the truth earlier. It’s probably all a nasty little slut like you is good for.”
Claire’s panties get tugged off and your tongue finds her inner thighs to lick up all the juices covering them. Your breath catches at the taste of her and you’re sure you’ve never had something this divine in your mouth. Your lips place a soft kiss to her hardened bundle of nerves before licking a long line from her entrance to her clit. “That’s it, baby, just like that. Keep going,” she encourages from above you. Her praise pushes you to increase the speed of your tongue lapping at her pussy. Fingers gently remove the hair tie tangled in your locks.
You glance up to meet her eyes and you pull your mouth back just enough to tell her, “tastes so good,” and the vibrations of your voice on her clit combined with how sweetly you were looking up at her makes her cry out. You smirk into her and stick out your flattened tongue and bob your head up and down to focus on her bundle of nerves. 
“Such a good little pussy licker, aren’t you? What’d you do, whore yourself out to everyone on the island to practice for me? Do you drop to your knees and beg for a hot cunt in your mouth wherever you go? Just passed around like the fucktoy you are?” Her hips rock into your face and her head falls back with a moan. “Your mouth feels so good, sweetheart, eat me faster,” she commands. 
“Yes mommy, just want to make you feel good,” you gradually bob your head up and down faster and faster, your drool coating Claire’s pussy lips. The combination of praise and degradation from her was going to make you drip on the floor.
You weren’t speeding up fast enough so she fists your hair and forces your face tighter to her before moving your head herself. “I said faster. Dumb little whores that can’t listen don’t get to breathe until mommy cums.” 
Her hips grind against your face in sync with her hands forcefully moving your head up and down. Your tongue flicks against her as fast as you can muster and you alternate between that and sucking her pussy lips into your mouth. All you want is to taste as much of her cum as you can get. The movement of her hips continues to get more erratic and you can tell she’s getting close. You start to get light headed from the lack of air but you don’t dare to disobey. Your mouth closes around her clit and you suck hard. At that, Claire turns into a puddle of moans as she cums and continues to fuck your face as she relaxes from her high. 
She lets go of your hair and moves her hand to caress your cheek with her thumb as she lets you regain your breath. After a minute of rest she pulls you up to sit on her lap. She takes your chin between her fingers before leaning in to taste herself on your face. It wasn’t long before you were squirming in her lap. Hearing Claire cum for you was one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed and it seems that your pussy agrees. Your panties were soaked and your juices were leaking all over her thighs and stomach. 
“Such a good girl for me, making me cum like that. You made mommy so proud,” her soft voice says while she picks you up and drops you in the middle of the bed. “Now I want to make you cry,” she smirks as she bends down to press her mouth to yours. “You better be good for me or you’re not going to like it,” she firmly presses her fingers onto your hardened nub and roughly circles it until you cry out. She pulls her fingers back from your wetness to see how sticky you’ve made them. 
“You’ve made such a mess. You’ve got mommy’s fingers all wet. How disgusting do you need to be to get this wet through your panties, all from me using your face like a toy. Clean it up,” Claire barely waits for your mouth to open before shoving three of her fingers down your throat as far as they could go. You gag around her digits, tears stinging in your eyes. She abruptly removes her hand from your face, the spit trail landing on your chest. Leaning down to pull your panties down your legs, Claire runs her tongue down your chest to lick the mess you made. Her hands find purchase on your breasts to squeeze and pull on your nipples. 
You arch your back into her hands as if urging them to touch you harder. “Mommy, please, more,” you plead. You’re not sure what you need more of, exactly, whether it’s her mouth, her fingers, or something else. 
“Shh, calm down, darling, I’ll take good care of you,” she coos and shuffles her body down to bring her face in line with your center. She spreads your lips with her two thumbs, inspecting you to see all the wetness you made for her. She hums in satisfaction and touches her tongue to your entrance, slurping at your pussy like you were her last meal. You whimper each time her tongue pressed to your clit and you squirm enough that she needs a hand on your hip to press you into the bed. She squeezes hard enough that you think it might bruise and a gush of wetness leaves you at the thought. 
“God look how badly you need me,” she strokes a finger up and down your slit. “Such a whiny little thing. Probably can’t think about anything other than mommy fucking this tight little cunt, can you?” Her sweet and gentle tone makes you want to fall apart before she’s ever inside you. You let out a strangled noise as the tip of her finger enters you. Her other arm stretches up your body so her hand can grip at your throat, not bothering to remove her rings. The responding flutter of your walls around her finger encourages her to squeeze your neck tighter as she drives two fingers into your core. 
“Oh fuck, mommy, so full, so good,” you ramble as she slowly drags her fingers in and out of you. “Gonna cum so fast for you.”
“That’s okay baby. You can cum as many times as you need to while mommy stretches you out for her cock. You’re so small I’m not sure mommy’s fat dick will ever fit,” she teases you before picking up her pace and fucking you harder. 
“Nooo, I’ll be so good for you I promise. Mommy, please,” It sounds like a whine as you plead with her. You’re getting so desperate to cum. 
Claire adds a third finger and you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her grip on your throat tightens even more as she curls her fingers inside you. “That’s it,” she coos at you, “you’re stuffed full of me aren’t you? Are you gonna cum all over these fingers for me?” She flicks her thumb over your bundle of nerves and that’s all you need to cum around her fingers. 
“Fuck,” you whine and she doesn’t stop fucking you. Her hand around your throat moves to grab your thigh instead as she takes your clit in her hot mouth. You’re overstimulated but her moaning into your pussy and her fingers fucking you hard enough to make squelching noises send you over the edge for a second time. Your eyes squeeze shut and you push her head away and she presses a kiss to your stomach before getting up. 
You hear her rustle around in her bag for a minute but you don’t think much of it as you breathe through your recovery. Eventually you lift your head up to find Claire with her legs through the harness of a strap on, fucking one end of the double ended dildo attached to it into her. Once it’s in she gives herself a few pumps before heading over to you. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, realizing she intends to fuck you on it. 
“No way will that fit in me!” 
“You’re alright baby. Mommy’ll make it fit for you. It’s not even going to hurt,” she lies, spitting on her length before spreading it all over. You trust her so you nod your consent. She smiles at how innocent you are and takes hold of one of your hands to lace your fingers together. 
“The tip is going to be the worst part. I need you to take deep breaths and focus on staying nice and open for me,” she checks that you understand before guiding her length to your tiny hole. Claire tightens her grip on your hand before gently rocking the tip inside you. She continues to rock against you, ever so slowly adding more of her hardness into your weeping pussy. Her thumb rubs soothing circles on yours before thrusting the rest of her tip inside. You yelp in pain and feel tears fall from your eyes. You feel so full already you don’t know how you could take the rest of her. 
As if sensing your apprehension, Claire takes the thumb of her hand not holding yours to rub small circles over your clit as she works on fucking more of her strap into you. “Don’t worry baby. You were made for this. Just a hole for me to fuck whenever I feel like it. I’m going to ruin this pretty little cunt for anyone else.” Your mouth falls open in a silent moan in response to your words. She takes the opportunity to slam her hips against yours, filling you completely. Claire’s mouth opens as she watches you take all of her inside you. She just barely resists thrusting into you at the sight, but she waits for your nod telling her she can move inside you. 
“So proud of you baby,” she slowly drags her hips before thrusting back into you, “you’re taking me so well. Such a good girl for making me feel so good.” She makes sure she’s going slow enough at first not to hurt you but her own need wins out and she bucks her hips into yours. Her thumb continues to rub at your bundle as her hips pick up pace. Every thrust felt better inside you, more pleasure than pain. Claire can’t keep her eyes off you being fucked dumb by her dick. 
“Shit baby, you feel so good around this cock. So hot and tight around me. If I could cum out of this dick I would finish all over these puffy pussy lips. Then I would fuck right back into you and cum all inside. I’d fuck a baby right into you,” you can tell she’s getting off on her dirty words just as much as you are. The words brought you right to the edge. Claire’s head falls back and her mouth opens, moaning at the idea of being able to breed you. 
You cum so hard this time that your legs clutch Claire to you so tightly that she can’t move to fuck you through your orgasm. Your chants of “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” are so loud that Claire worries you really will wake everyone up and that they’ll interrupt you. She can’t have that so she bends down to cover your mouth with her own, swallowing the rest of your noises as you come down from your high. She runs her fingers through your hair and whispers sweet nothings into your ear until your body relaxes against her. 
“You’re so pretty when you cum for me. You’re going to give me one more,” she demands of you, starting back up with an urgent pace. You start to protest that it’s too much but she cuts you off, “mommy still needs to cum, sweetheart, let her use you like the little cumdump you are.”
You don’t have the words to protest any more. She lifts a leg onto the bed for more leverage and the new angle has her cock pressing at your cervix and g spot with every thrust. “That’s a good little whore, I knew you could do it for me,” she coos and smiles at your obedience. Her hips start moving more frantically and you know she’s close. 
“Can you cum again baby? Mommy’s so close and she wants you to cum with her, can you do that?” Her hand moves down to rub at your clit again. You moan in response and she takes that as a yes. “That’s a good girl. Get ready to cum baby. Fuck. I’m gonna cum soon” her leg drops back to the floor as she fucks as deep into you as she can get. “You’re doing so good. You have to cum for me. Come on. Come on baby,” her voice sounds so desperate for you to cum with her you don’t even think about not complying her command. Her legs start to tremble with the force of her fucking into you. Her hips are now moving impossibly fast. “Cum for me baby. Cum for me. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, fuuuuuck,” she groans and lays on top of you, her forehead resting on yours and your eyes locked on either as she cums with her dick inside you. The sight of her cumming for you while deep in your pussy makes your own legs shake with the force of your orgasm. You stare into each other's eyes as you writhe against each other with pleasure.
You think that’s the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had as you struggle to gain your breath back. Claire squeezes your hand as she pulls out of you as gently as she can, then untangles her legs from the harness to throw it across the room. She gathers you into her arms, “you were so good for me, I’m so proud of you. You’re alright sweetheart. I’ve got you. You’re safe,” she repeats over and over again as she hugs you to her chest. She kisses your forehead and holds your head to her as she rocks you in her arms. You don’t even realize you’re crying until you kiss her sternum and your lips are met with saltwater. You pull back and Claire smiles down at you. She wipes your tears with her thumb. Gently laying you on the bed next to her, she pulls the duvet up and over your bodies. Lips are pressed to yours in a gentle, reassuring kiss. 
“Sleep, love. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
You believe her. 
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