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wraithdance · 23 hours

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Pet me, please [3/?] (Kate Laswell (& wife) x Reader)

CW: graphic depictions of sex, toxic kink/poly dynamics, reader and Kate's wife has vagina/clit, not infidelity per say but some other pre-negotiated gray area between Laswell and her wife, women being down bad and gay for real and not for play. Note: hehehe trying to get out of writers depression so this one is for my pookies @fairyboygenius and @simon-rileys this is truly nasty so sorry in advanced lmao

Kate's wife follows you on Instagram.

It’s been a month since Kate left you in the alleyway. Since she left from your life like a ghost in the wind, going as far as to change her number when you’d tried to dial her for a third time.

Your roommate had found you curled up in a ball just outside your bedroom door where you collapsed as you listened to the automated voice nail the coffin containing your heart shut.

I’m sorry but the number you have dialed is no longer in service, please hang up and-

You’ve cashed in on all your vacation days to let lovesickness take you under. You think you’d hallucinated manicured nails running across your scalp, the feel of entangled legs and the nip of teeth across your nipples.

Of course the only tangible thing available is the scratchy comforter sewn by your grandmother and the feel of your own too short fingers reaching for that spot inside you that glowed like amber when she touched it.

You’d been reaching for that place inside you again when you got the notification, the bundle of nerves inside your cunt your last remaining link to the woman with sensible hair and a hidden smile. The video of the porn actress that held an uncanny resemblance to the older woman that cut you to the quip plays on, but you don’t notice despite the heady sounds of her eating cunt like a fiend starved.

The actress’s suckling and moans meld with yours inside your darkened room, while you’re driving into yourself with curled fingers. You beg the cruel image of Kate from behind your eyelids for release if you can’t have her.

“Pleasepleaseplease, I’m sorry, please just let me cum, please I’ll be good just let me cum, I-”

PING.

The wave that could have been your first orgasm in 4 weeks dies out a quick death. The too bright screen of your phone stings your bleary eyes as you blink frustrated tears away.

a.laswell: Hi love… I’ve been thinking of-

You’re sitting up in your bed so quickly you nearly give yourself whiplash. Your shaking fingers take multiple tries to unlock your phone to view the half preview of a message from Instagram.

Your breath comes out into a stutter when you verify the profile of the smiling face beauty is real. You could never forget the taste of her cum or the strawberry scented body wash lingering at the sparse hair on her public mound, much less can you forget her face. Or her wife.

The follow request she sends is only pending for two minutes before you accept, following with your own request. She accepts within thirty seconds.

You feel like a gluttonous and fattened thing as you greedily scroll through picture after picture. The dinner selfies, barely there swimsuits, the glimpse of a soft hand on tanned thighs in a car…

The parts of their lives you were only given a brief access to. Just a taste of ambrosia beneath your tongue before left to starve off the addiction on you’re lonesome.

Kate’s wife sends another message as you sob quietly into your stained sweatshirt.

‘Pretty baby are you there?’

With a raspy breath you click the message thread wiping fallen tears from the temper glass. Her previous message stares at you with the follow up. Her declaration of missing you. Of thinking of you. Of asking to see you again. Alone.

You hate yourself for not hesitating to say yes.

Kate’s wife is a vision in a too short sundress. It’s pink with bows and tassels that make you feel alien and unsexy in comparison in your cut off jeans and old college t-shirt. She smiles though nonetheless, placing a kiss on the edge of your lips before sitting down on her mattress. She swings her legs, flexing her toes out until they nearly touch the hem of your pants. Your hands twitch at your side, attempting to not touch her.

You’d begged her to meet anywhere but the coffee shop, the first place she’d suggested. You couldn't stand the look of judgement from your maternal aunt who was also your boss. You couldn't tell the her the reason for your sudden vacation especially after having given you a job when you'd been laid off from your corporate position.

Kate's wife had agreed not to meet up at the shop, instead inviting you to her home, encouraging you when your breath caught on the other end of the late night phone call.

“It’s okay, Kate’s overseas for work pretty baby. I promise. it’ll just be us, I just want to talk.”

You wanted to believe her badly. So it's why you stand before her with socked feet sinking into the plush carpet. Waiting for something. anything.

She's just content to stare at you, blinking delicate but long lashes as she takes you in. The gloss on her lips is shiny, a darker nude than the one Kate had worn when you kissed her last. It makes tears spring up in your eyes.

"Mrs. Laswell-"

"Angel." she smiles at your frown like you've done something cute. Like a pet who'd done a silly trick for a treat.

"I know Kate told you no names but you can call me Angel." you're watching her now. Wanting to believe in your heart this olive branch is being extended so she can mend the hole in your heart.

She, Angel, smiles prettily at you. It's disarming enough but still makes you want to fall to your knees and worship at her altar. She stands, reaching for your hands and steps into the personal bubble posing as a fortress around you.

"She told me what happened and I wanted to say I'm sorry. I thought she explained better about how we... work. Had I known I would have never..." she trails off but you find the thread and yank. hard.

"Never would have dragged me to your home and fucked me?"

Her eyes are sharp. You can see what Laswell sees in her to make her a wife in the way she cuts you down without words. Her beauty and dissatisfaction makes you feel like a sinner beneath her gaze.

"It's okay if you're upset with me- with us, but fucking you is not something I'll ever regret. Don't make what we did feel cheap."

She trails acrylic tipped fingers up to your clavicle, skirting past the valley of your breasts and the small bulge of your old ratty bra, to grip your throat.

De ja vu hits you like a semi truck.

Instead of cruel words Angel leans in to kiss your jaw and throat leaving sticky residue behind.

"I missed you," she nips at your throat, "I don't want us to stop seeing each other." with a gasp you pull away to search her eyes.

"Kate said she was done, I don't understand what's happening."

Angel pouts. You hiss when she cheekily plucks one of your hardening nipples right over the school emblem on your shirt.

"Kate and I play together but I get lonely sometimes so I'm allowed to play when she's away. I want to keep seeing you." she looks demurely at you tangling her fingers between yours and you suspect you might actually be communing with the devil.

It's something you have even more certainty of when you find yourself on your back as Angel titters while she slides your shorts and underwear off your body. The first glide of her tongue nearly sends you careening off the bed.

She parts your sex over and over gathering slick from your soaking cunt. When she catches your eye as you whimper she sticks her tongue out obscenely to show you the sticky cum she coaxed from you on her pink tongue. The ball of her tongue piercing is a heart shaped diamond.

Angel demands you fuck her face as she spears inside you with the pink muscle, careful to not cut you with her nails as she spreads your cunt open for her leisure. It doesn't take long for you to soak the mattress beneath you or wrap your hands around her carefully styled tresses to pull her closer to where you needed her.

You can't help the mounting tears or anger as you rock your hips and placing your soaking cunt into her mouth without abandon. She felt so good sucking your clit and begging you to pull her hair harder. But it wasn't fucking fair.

When you cum on her tongue twice in succession the anger makes you sick. Angel's pussy drunk and humming in happiness when you smash your lips to hers. You bite and pull aiming to hurt but she takes everything you give her, begging for more.

Pull harder baby, I can still taste your pussy please one more time, sit on my face.

You don't give her what she wants. Rage blackens the corners of your eyes and sits at the tight grip you have on her as you maneuver her on her marital bed. You make eye contact with Kate's photo in her wedding picture as you spread her wife beneath you and press the seal of your cunt onto hers.

Angel cries out at the first rock of your hips and moans loud and keening gasps on the third and fourth when you give her what she needs and grip her throat. You don't look at her even when she begs you to. Your eyes never leave Kate's eyes in the photo.

When Angel cums she reaches between you to rub frantic circles on her clit to prolong her orgasm. She yelps when you disconnect from her suddenly and sobs when you plant an open handed slap to her sex as she clenches around nothing.

It doesn't take her long to cum again when you plant open mouth kisses on her cunt and lap away at your combined slick. She's pushing your head away as she squirts with tears streaming down her face. She doesn't say anything when she curls into the fetal position as remaining tremors wrack her body. So you don't say anything either.

You're stuck with clenched jaw as you listen to her shift off the bed and into the bathroom after some time. She turns the faucet on but not quick enough to hide the low tones of Kate's voice when she picks up the phone.

It wasn't fair. You get nothing, while they have each other and you as well.

While Angel is in the bathroom you dress quickly with jerky movements. You're sick to your stomach by the time you've taken notes of the achy feel of your cunt from missing the stretch of angel's tongue and the scratches she left behind. Before you leave you block Angel on instagram and knock over the wedding portrait on the night stand.

They didn't get to have you and each other. You weren't a fucking dog waiting for petting.

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grabattheseballsss · 7 months

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141 and their captain’s assistant

- it all started with a comment made by Laswell, she mentioned to John how tired he seems, how his eye bags are growing heavier each day passing

- she recommended him to get an assistant, John declined the offer and tried to get back to work, but laswell already made the call, she knew how annoying John can be when it comes to getting help

- then enters a pretty little thing, your hair in a messy bun, glasses neatly resting on your pretty face, short pencil skirt hugging your curves perfectly

- John couldn’t help himself from staring, gawking at you like some horny teenager

- the boys began seeing you scurrying around the base more often, the first to approach you was Johnny of course

- his deep voice partnered with his thick Scottish accent made you subconsciously bite your lip, staring up at him with your big doe eyes, you don’t even mean to, it’s just that more than half of the people in here were 6feet+

- Johnny’s flirtatious nature made you giggle, lightened up your day, but not your boss’

- every time the Scott decided to drop by your desk to accompany you, he’d get scolded by his captain

- “don’t need you distracting her from her job”

- “it’s her break, cap, plus, she’ a good lass, I’m sure she’s on top of…all her work” the scott would throw you a wink before his captain orders him to run laps around the base

- next came gaz, since he’s always visiting his captain’s office for reports, he saw you at the new desk in the captain’s office, the aura around you not matching anything in the dim, old and boring office, you gave him a slight smile before returning to your paperwork

- but gaz wasn’t going to let that be the end of your interactions no no

- he’d walk up to you in the mess hall, as you’re loading your plate up, striking a conversation with you, making last long enough for him to lead you to a table with his other teammates

- you shyly but politely sit down and introduce yourself to the masked man who sat opposite of you, his brown eyes staring into yours as his arms stayed locked, he just nodded and replied “ghost”

- you figured he’s not a social one, the Scot and the Brit both kept asking you questions, some may have been a bit intrusive but maybe they’re just being friendly !

- “so why ar’ ye here?”

“Kate laswell requested that I work for John price for a few months to ease the paperwork load on him”

- “I’m sure there’s a different kind of load he’s trying to get you to ease off of him”

- the three of your heads snap to the silent man, his brown eyes seemed to be crinkled, suggesting he was grinning or smirking underneath that mask

- “OI! LT’s got jokes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it” Johnny tried to reassure you, glaring at Simon as you looked down at your food

- you excused yourself as you made your way back to price’s office, you saw him still there, no signs of him moving at all “captain ? Did you eat today?” You asked sweetly

- oh what this man wouldn’t give to have the honours of eating you for every meal of the day, to have you sprawled on his desk, papers sticking to your sweaty skin, your chest rising and falling as you try to quiet yourself so nobody hears what your captain is doing to you

- “captain” fuck he’d love to hear you moan his rank, begging him to be gentle, but he knows deep down you’re a dirty girl and you want your “captain ?!”

- John snapped out of his daydream, he looked up at you, you were leaning to the side trying to check on him “have you eaten today?” You asked again, a worried look in your eyes

- John nods, not looking you in the eyes “yeah yeah” he cleared his throat as he tried to get back to work, but your soft, smaller hand stopped him from grabbing his pen, his brown eyes looked up, ab eyebrow raised as if to ask ‘what are you doing?’

- “I’m sorry, captain but I can’t allow you to get back to work if you haven’t had food” you stated, your body trembling as you stood your ground

- truthfully, price can easily launch you across the room with one arm, he knows his limits, and you’re nowhere near it, but you were right, he does need to eat, and although he wishes he could order you to spread your pretty thighs for him and let him have his fun, he doesn’t want to lose such a pretty sight so fast

- he let go of the pen, leaning back on his office chair “I haven’t brought any food”

“The mess hall still have some food there”

- “I don’t eat that rubbish”

“Well too bad, you need to eat”

- ooh… I guess his little kitty got claws now

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