can you please write a soft dom stephan smut
but when you start to praise him and tell him how good his cock feels he loses it and can’t go on,
so you ride him till he’s whimpering mess PLEASEEEE😞😞🙏🏻
It’s official. Stephen is a soft dom. You heard it hear folks. This was delicious thoughhhh ughhhhhhheheh
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“Taking me so well sweetheart.” Stephen praises while panting, watching as his cock disappears again and again in your pretty little pussy. “Doin’ so good f’me.” His curls are stuck to the sweat on his forehead.
“Just like that Stevie..” You mewl, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.
He lets out a groan as his cock delves deeper into your gummy walls, hands coming to your hips to keep you steady, “Stop..lemme take care of you.” It was only fair. He’d been working late for the past week. This was the least he could do for you.
One of your hands drift down between your bodies, towards your clit to rub it.
Stephen tuts and grips your wrist, pulling it away and pinning it above your head. “I said..” he grunts as your walls squeeze his cock tighter, “let me take care of you.” He gathers your other wrist and pins it above with your other one.
“Can’t help it..you feel so good..”
His hips stutter a little bit. “Y-yeah..?”
“Mhm..love it..love your cock s’much..feels amazing..”
“Fuck sweetheart..” His hips slow.
“So-…so good..feel so full..”
He lets out a grunt, head hanging down, finding it hard to keep his bearings hearing your praise. “Can’t keep talking like that.” His grip on your wrists loosens.
A smile manages to work its way into your face, knowing he was losing control. “You feel so good Stevie. Always feel so good. Fucking me just right. Hitting all the right spots. Treating my pussy so well.”
He groans and his head falls into the crook of your neck. “Baby..”
You manage to untangle your wrists from his hold, finding a way to easily get him on his back in the state he’s found himself in now.
With you on top of him now, you sink back down onto his thick shaft, his eyes nearly roll back behind the lenses of his now crooked glasses. You looked so good like this to him.
His hands instinctively go to your hips to ground himself. “No fair baby.” He practically whines.
I You shake your head, starting to roll your hips while seated on his cock, feeling every vein and groove. “Shh..just be a good boy and let Mommy take care of you Stevie.”
The tips of his fingers sink deeper into the soft flesh of your hips, his cock twitching in you. He nods his head weakly. “Mhm..yes mommy.” It comes out in a breathy whimper.
A grin works its way onto your face, reaching out to touch his chest, running your hands down the expanse of it. He shivers, goosebumps rising up on his skin. “Always such a good boy for me.” You murmur.
He nods his head immediately in agreement. “I-I try..”
You work yourself up to bouncing on his cock, his head pushes further back into the pillow, his face scrunching up in pleasure. “M-mommy..feels so good..” He mewls.
His eyes roll back, mouth hung open in pleasure as you ride his cock, taking everything you want from him. Incoherent babbles slip out of the prolific journalist’s mouth, usually so well spoken but reduced to unintelligible noises because of your pussy.
“Look at you..feel good Stevie?”
He nods his head rapidly, “Mhm..y-yes..so..so good..”
“Good boy. You deserve it.”
All he can do is moan pathetically underneath you, letting you ride his dick despite the fact that he wanted to take care of you. Your pussy was just too perfect to deny you of anything.
“Gonna…fuck..’m gonna cum Mommy. Can I? Please please can I cum?”
You grin down at him, “Go ahead baby. Cum for mommy.”
His hips jerk up unrhythmically up into you as he shoots his hot load up into you, your pussy practically milking his cock dry, moaning unashamedly.
You slow your hips back down to a grinding motion, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone.
“S-stop..t’s too much..” He whines over his overly sensitive dick.
You tut and shake your head, “Shh..not yet. ‘M not done.”
You continue to roll your hips against him until you’re reaching your own high.
He looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes as you come undone ontop of him. You were beautiful like this.
Fully spent, you pull off his softening dick, laying next time.
He tucks you into his side. You smile to yourself feeling how his body is still trembling. “It’s not fair. I was supposed to take care of you, sweet girl.”
You shake your head and lift it up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry about it. I like taking care of my little Stevie.”
He gives you a lazy but blissed out smile, “God, I love you.”
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I still have so many thoughts about iterator puppets, A God with a body the size of a country represented through nothing but a little doll. Imagine how an iterator would feel. You are impossibly large, it would take years for a regular organism to think what you do in a millisecond. Everything is nothing but a speck in comparison to you. Yet the only physical body you're supposed to attach to is a little clump of fabric and metal, smaller than a millionth of your body, it could never show the thoughts you experience and neither does your parents language. However, it is the only physical vessel your creators left you, a god represented by a toy.
Perhaps it's no surprise that even before the global ascension, the iterators hated their creators.
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