the feminine urge to help relieve my ceo sugar mama’s stress by being her sweet lil good girl <3
♡ mdni ꒱ imagine her coming home after a long n stressful day at work :(
♡ n im just lounging by the pool, like the spoiled brat i am ofc
♡ but!! i am soo happy 2 see my mommy, and i would never be lazy when tending to her needs!
♡ as soon as i notice she’s home, ‘m running to greet her happily, jumping into her arms with a squeal of delight
♡ “missed you all day mama :(“ i pout, wrapping my arms around her neck n squeezing my legs around her waist.
♡ “yeah? i bet i missed my sweet girl more. were you a good bunny today?”
♡ n! at this point im so excited, squirming in her arms, leaning down to kiss her neck. “yes mama. did nothing all day, just like u told me to.”, as she sits down onto one of her outdoor couches.
♡ she lets out a soft sound of acknowledgment , tipping her head so i can have more access to her neck. “i see ur in ur new bikini.”
♡ pulling away with a parting kiss to her jaw, “mmh! i think i may have gotten a bit sunburnt though..” i reach up to untie my tiny bikini top, letting it fall to the ground
♡ “aww, my poor girl.” but her focus is only on my soft perky tits, nipples pebbled from the breeze. she leans forward to take one into her mouth, the warm wetness a reprieve from the windy chill. her hand moves to the other, simply cupping it, letting her thumb gently move back n forth over the raised button
♡ i let out a low whine, grinding down onto her thigh, one of my hands cupping the back of her head,, i get lost in the sensations for a minute :((
♡ but!! i remind myself that mommy’s had such a long hard day, n i wanna help her relax
♡ i gently tug on her hair, silently asking her to unlatch. she does so, looking up at me curiously, “what’s wrong bun?” settling her hands on my waist, she begins trying to grind me into her, back n forth, wanting me to resume my actions
♡ “mommmaa” i pout, “i wanna help you relax. let’s go in the hot tub.” her eyes start to narrow, “Please?” i hurry to add, “please mama.. just wanna make u feel good :(((“ i start to unbutton her shirt, revealing her lacy bra that’s more lingerie then anything. “wanna kiss you here!” i reach down to place a wet kiss on the fat of her boobs, pushed up by the bra. “n.. here..” i reach my manicured fingers down to unbutton her trousers, then let out a soft whimper at the sight of the matching lacy black panties. softly rubbing her over the damp fabric, i nuzzle into her neck. “i can make u feel real nice. pretty please?”
♡ n of course she can’t deny me of anything, none the less her, so let’s just say we both got very wet in the hot tub ;)
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I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.
“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.
“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.
you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.
you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.
he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.
“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.
“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.
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