👀 Aspen in a virgin killer sweater and high thighs getting tied up using Christmas light and then ridden until she's an absolute mess
Yessss, that’s so cute… having Aspen tied up would be a perfect time to sit on her face, or suck her off too… you could tease her for hours…
Aspen’s Xmas Surprise
( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )
CW: smutty, restraints, teasing, overstimulation, crying
Info: gender-neutral reader, dom reader
Aspen squirms uselessly next to the Christmas tree, muttering to herself.
“Shoot, shoot shoot…”
All she’d wanted to do was give you a nice surprise, let you come home to all the Christmas decorations already set up. But she’d only got some of the lights strung up around the tree, before her antlers got caught in a tangle of lights… in trying to get them off, she’d only managed to tangle the lights around her hands, too.
Aspen closes her eyes and sighs. The twinkling lights still shine through her eyelids, mocking her. Aspen’s about to start trying to untangle herself once more, when the sound of the front door unlocking makes her freeze like a deer in headlights. She shifts her legs and tries to curl up a little to hide herself, regretting her choice to wear the short, backless sweater dress you’d gotten her.
“Aspen~!” You sing, arms full of bags, “you home?”
Aspen squeezes her eyes shut tighter and prays that if she doesn’t say anything, you’ll leave the room without seeing her and she’ll have another chance to get unstuck. Of course, she’s not so lucky— the bags rustle, fall on the couch. You giggle, and then— a click.
Aspen’s eyes fly open. “H-hey! Don’t be taking pictures like that!”
You only laugh again, squatting down next to her. “Sorry, sweetie~! You just look so cute like this.”
You pause thoughtfully. Aspen pouts, eyeing the phone in your hand. “Can you please untie me now…?”
“Hmmm… No, I don’t think so. Not yet.”
Aspen’s heart skips a beat as you straddle her hips. You take another picture, giggling again at her flustered expression. She tries to turn her head, embarrassed by the neediness you must see on her face, but her bound antlers hold her in place.
“Ah ah ah… don’t move so much, baby girl. You don’t want to knock over the tree you spent so much time putting up, now do you?”
Aspen gulps, swallowing a whine at the pet name and the pressure of your body atop hers. You cup her face in your hands, silently asking for a kiss. Her cheeks are burning hot under your touch. Aspen shuts her eyes as you lean in, lips parted and breath shallowly fanning over yours. You press a soft kiss to her lips— gingerbread lip balm, how cute— and pull away, watching her through lidded eyes as she strains upward to follow you. Your fingers slide down her cheek, to her neck, feeling her pulse.
“Your heart’s beating so fast, baby… tell me what you want.”
“You, always you, anything for you—“ the words begin to slip out before Aspen can think them through, but you only smile and cut her off with another kiss.
Aspen’s head is buzzing by the time you pull away. You can feel her hardness growing against you, and Aspen whines softly every time you shift your weight. You move back a little bit to slide your hands up her thighs, then further, dragging her dress up. Her abs twitch under your touch as you uncover her lacy panties, the tip of her dick peeking from the waist band.
“Oh, baby…” you purr. Aspen’s breath catches as your thumb runs under the waistband, tracing dangerously close to her cock. “These are so pretty… haven’t seen them before.”
“G-got them for you…”
“Awww, a Christmas present for me?” You trace the lace with your fingers. “You wouldn’t mind if I… opened it early, would you~?”
Aspen gulps and agrees with a nod, shaking the tree and dislodging part of the string of lights from its branches.
“Hehe, okay… just try to stay still for me, okay?”
She can’t, not when she has to watch you open yourself up on your fingers, can’t touch you. Her fingers clench and unclench, her thighs twitch beneath you.
Aspen’s eyes roll back and she arches up against you as you hover over her and guide her inside of you. She’s just so big, you have to pause every few seconds just to breathe and make yourself relax. Your thighs tremble with the strain. You can barely hear her whispered pleas for more over your own blood rushing. Aspen’s breath hitches, then spills over into a hiccuping whine as you finally settle all the way down, resting your head on her chest. Her hips jerk once, then twice, and you gasp at her warmth spilling inside you.
“M’sorry, sorry…” Aspen hiccups again, tears beading her lashes.
“Mm, you’re okay baby…” you grind your hips against hers. “You’ve got one more in you, don’t you? One more for me?”
Aspen nods tearfully. Anything for you.
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