⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ bambii 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

my arms wrapped under my pillow, stomach pressed to the mattress and nothing but a thin sheet draped over my lower back..the curve of my ass shadowed on the fabric.

such a pretty thing.

it was hardly your fault, when your fingertips ghosted my spine, trailing from the space between my shoulder blades all the way down to those dimples. watching as goosebumps rose to the surface in a trail behind you.

hearing that tiny whine i made, still sleeping..unconsciously shifting, like i was searching for something. so you moved. on your knees behind me, already putting on your strap.

your hands kneading my ass as you pulled down the sheet fully. seeing my brows furrow, just barely. sleep laden features moving slower than normal.

mumbling something incoherently when you wrapped your hands around my hips and pulled them up, propping my body exactly how you wanted by nestling a folded pillow underneath me. perfect.

“hm?” it was the first quiet (coherent) noise you’d heard. and you shushed me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade.

“‘s just me baby, go back to bed” you cooed, and almost instantly i nodded..mumbling something adorably into the pillow. body relaxing, always. i trusted you.

“just look so pretty like this,” you hummed, almost to yourself..fingers slipping down. a few gentle touches and i was already wet, whining even in my sleep and pushing myself back onto your fingers.

body still lax when you splayed one hand on my lower back, the other gripping my hip, pressing inside me. your head lolling back as you filled me up. hearing all those pretty little sleepy moans when i adjusted.

“hmm, m-mommy?” i whimpered, eyes blinking open. hazy, unfocused. barely awake by any standards.

“yeah, baby. it’s just mommy,” you smirked, rocking your hips back and forth..slow, rhythmic. no rush. almost relishing in those sleepy noises i made, how gently my body moved against yours.

your eyes trailed down, stilling on the way your strap glistened with every movement. i was already soaked, even before i’d woken..my pussy stretched and wet, dripping down my thighs.

“f-fuck..mommy mommy mommy” i breathed, eyes still closed, lashes fanned out across my cheeks.

“that’s it, you’re taking it so well for me. letting mommy use you like this.” you praised, and i nodded. finally moving, my hands pressed into the mattress, gently grasping at the sheets underneath me to steady myself while you kept going. faster now, chasing your own high before i’d fully woken up.

my legs spread on either side, rocking back and forth. cheeks flushed under my freckles, feeling your eyes track down..how full i was, lower abdomen slightly rounded underneath those cute shorts i was wearing.

“what’s wrong baby?” you teased, not even attempting to hide the look on your face. i could barely make eye contact, bottom lip tugged between my teeth. focusing on the soft pressure of your hands on my hips. it wasn’t that i didn’t want it..it was just every time we did i felt..exposed, in the best way.

i whined weakly, wiggling again. feeling your fingertips trail down, barely brushing my sides before one splayed across my stomach..the other slipping into those sleep shorts i was wearing and i gasped. fuck.

it was almost unnoticeable. almost. the wetness that dripped onto your fingers before you’d even touched me.

“already baby?” you smirked, and my face found its way to the crook of your neck, hiding. “poor thing,” you could, “you must be so full, can’t hold it?” and i whimpered. i could…right?

that was, until your thumb ran over my pussy, pressing gently on my clit and i gasped..leaking again, dampening your hand and darkening the crotch of those shorts. “fuck, i-“ i breathed. my hands coming down automatically to grab myself. “didn’t mean to-“ i spluttered, wide eyed. as if you hadn’t planned this.

you hummed, seemingly unbothered. thumb still working on my clit..already wet. your free hand gently pulling my own away so you could keep going. i tried to focus, on the way my bladder was stretched. my nose scrunching and eyes pinched shut..but it didn’t last long until all i could seem to notice was how good you made me feel. already overstimulated and full and now two fingers tracing up my slit to meet your thumb there.

i was leaking, slowly..my cheeks bright pink and my face still hidden. my mind fuzzy. letting you guide me through it.

“f-fuck mommy,” i breathed, your palm coated and wet. watching the way i folded so easily for you. bypassing any and all reasoning, and you had me right where you wanted me.

“yeah baby? tell me how you feel,” you hummed, and i whined, hips rocking again and again..i wasn’t sure if it was friction i needed or still trying to hold back. although we both knew it was a losing battle.

“s-..so full, fuck,” i gasped, eyes flicking open when you shoved a finger in. a long spurt escaping, and i whimpered, feeling it soak into the fabric underneath me. “mommy, mommy, mommy,” i sobbed, tears spilling over. but even then, i didn’t ask to stop.

“that’s it baby, you’re doing so well..” you praised and i choked on another sob..nodding pathetically. a few more thrusts and i couldn’t any more.

“n..no no no, wait, i can’t-“ i tried, as if i needed to prove to you that i couldn’t help it. and i could feel your mouth tug upwards, that sadistic smile that always made me week. “i know you can’t baby, always so pathetic for me. just gonna lose it all over my fingers.” you teased, as i tensed, keeping your legs against mine so i couldn’t close them. never faltering or losing the rhythm while i completely lost control. soaking your hand, and those pretty shorts you’d slipped down into.

you’d waited, hearing every cry that slowly turned into a broken moan as i finally emptied fully. my poor body lax and pliant under your touch, sniffling softly and mumbling weak apologies.

but even then, i was close, my clit throbbing under your touch, using my own piss as lube when you shoved a third finger in. i gasped at the stretch, so close..so overstimulated,

couldn’t form a single coherent thought, nothing but a mess in your lap and on your fingers.

“o..oh mommy, please..fuck i’m-“ i breathed. rocking down onto your fingers, desperate for more.

“aw, does my pretty baby want to cum? did that make you so close, a little pathetic, hm?” you hummed, but i felt your eyes trained on me, taking me in. the tears on my cheeks, the way my chest shuttered with ear moan, down to the dark spot on my shorts and the way your fingers were keeping pace. feeling me clench around them. so desperate.

i didn’t care, it was overwhelming..how empty i felt, how much i needed you. needed this. i nodded, frantic “w-wanna cum mommy please,” i whined,

and that was all you needed to hear. fingers curling just right, three inside me..a thumb circling my clit. like you could drag it out of me, and did.

the way my pussy clenched around you, the tiny squeak, thighs attempting to press together and moan after breathy moan while you worked me through it.

you waited then, until you were sure. because the after was just as important, i felt your fingers hook underneath my chin, tilting it up. “don’t,” i whined, sniffling again and scrubbing at my cheeks..it was almost cute.

“hey, look at me,” you hummed and i did. of course i did. eyes red rimmed and lashes dark and clumped together, acutely aware of how wet i was..in both ways.

“you did so well baby,” and i scoffed, weak..but you saw the faint smile that threatened to break through. your thumb soothing the flushed skin of my cheek. “always so willing..such a good girl” and that time i couldn’t help the smile.

“yeah?” i breathed out, shoulders relaxing. like i needed confirmation that it was okay.

“yeah baby,” you nodded. a few more gentle touches and then,

“cmon, let’s get cleaned up and then you can take care of how fucking wet that made me” you half joked, and my eyes widened. nodding enthusiastically as you led me to the shower, hand in hand.

check in. hold them after.

i don't care if they laugh it off. i don't care if they says they're fine. i don't care if they immediately start cleaning up, getting you water..making sure you're okay.

hold. them. after.

because dominance isn't the absence of vulnerability. it isn't armor, or some magical state where someone can pour all of themselves into caring for you and somehow never need care in return.

they spent all that time carrying the weight of your trust.

carry some of theirs.

it doesn't end when the ropes come off or you finally catch your breath. aftercare isn't just for the person who was tied down. sometimes its brushing their hair back. sometimes it's making them drink water because they forgot..sometimes its telling them they did well.

sometimes it's just refusing to let them disappear into taking care of everyone else for five damn minutes.

dom/mes are human.

they deserve to be held, reassured, kissed on the forehead, reminded they don't have to earn tenderness by asking for it.

but she can, and she will..we both know that.

movements becoming erratic because they’re so focused on my pleasure, so overwhelmed by every little whimper i make. so much that they only slow when they feel my hands on their hips, guiding them back and forth a few times.

their lips pressed to my neck, my collarbone..biting and suckling..making sure they leave marks because they want everyone to know who made me feel this way.

one who can’t stop those needy whines from slipping past when they realize just how soaked i am for them. my slick coating their strap and making my thighs shine.

a needy, service top who refuses to cum until i’ve gone lax underneath them, body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

giving me practically no time to adjust as you fill me up, those pretty tears pricking in my eyes, when my lips part. shifting just a fraction, “what’s wrong bunny? you said you could take it.” you teased, fingers threading through my hair and pulling up..forcing my face up with it. so i could watch you stretch me out in the mirror. cheeks flushed and damp as the tears finally spilled over blurring my vision.

“c-can’t, it’s too-“ i tried when you rocked back, pushing in again and i cut myself off with a pathetic sounding sob.

“you can, baby. and you will,” you’d decided and with a third roll of your hips, strap bottomed out inside of me those needy little whimpers morphed into moans. eyes fluttering closed, lips parted.

another sharp tug on my hair, and i bit my bottom lip so hard i swore i could taste blood. the delicious burn of being stretched without much of a warning made my mind hazy.

but i could. and i would.

another thrust and my face shoved back into the pillows, muffling every whine as you found your rhythm. fingerprints bruising my hips as you pulled myself back onto you. sobs turning into pathetic moans and pleas..

i can see the effort of you trying to keep it together. your fingers digging into the sheets as you try to fight your own body just to please me. but you’re so far gone you can’t control your body anymore. your entire body goes rigid, your hips moving upward. it’s beautiful. you’re simply too far gone to stop it. you cum without permission.

and instead of stopping to punish you, i do the exact opposite. i just lock my hands onto your hips, lean all my weight down and go harder and faster. i don't let you breathe or back away. fucking you right through the peak of it, overstimulating you while you're hyper sensitive and defenseless.

“please what, bunny? use your words for me.” you hummed, but despite yourself..you shifted, just a fraction. allowing for more space to press myself closer. i whined, low..needy. you knew exactly how to make me go all fuzzy around the edges.

my bottom lip jutted out, that sentence always made words so hard. “j-just..wanna,” i tried, my gaze locked on how pretty your pussy looked through those panties you had on. “hm?” you asked, waiting.

“wanna taste you so badly,” i finally stuttered out, cheeks burning and my tongue slipped over my bottom lip making it glisten. “please, i’ll make you feel so good, i-“ i started, ready to argue my point as if you’d ever deny the opportunity to use me.

“i know you will, bunny. you always make mommy feel so good” and i was nodding along feverishly. “but if i let you, you’re going to make me cum before i even think about letting you” and my eyes widened. “y-yeah, mommy…yes please” blinking up at you through thick, dark lashes. not even sure what i was agreeing to, but happy to oblige. desperate to make you feel good.

you chuckled, somewhere low..deep in your chest, and leaned back. legs spread, and i whined. pressing myself down against my heel.

“go get the vibrator bunny,” and my head tilted, almost owlishly. “i..i thought you said i could-“ i started, but you cut me off with a soft ‘tsk’. “not for me, for you” and i swallowed. fuck.

and soon, i was laying stomach down on the bed, vibrator pressed directly against my clit. eyes already rolling back as i pressed against it. you climbed back onto the bed, legs spread infront of me. i heard your fingers snap once, and my eyes opened. “focus baby, do you want to do this or not?” you teased and i whimpered, nodding. already in that headspace you loved. the one where everything seemed to move a little slower, where i couldn’t stop every pathetic noise that spilled from my lips.

“good girl, remember what i said?” you asked, watching me. i nodded. and with that, i felt your fingers thread through my hair and pull me against you.

desperate to prove just how good i could be, nose nudging your clit while my tongue worked..flat, slow at first, practiced. just the way you liked. relishing in every low, breathy moan you made. the way you pulled me closer and your legs shook beside me.

those needy little sounds vibrating against your clit while i licked a stripe up your slit and circled my tongue around making you gasp. i knew your body almost as well as my own. my own pussy soaked, dripping between my thighs..making the toy glisten, but too focused on you to notice. clit already swollen and puffy under the vibrations.

“f-fuck, don’t stop bunny..right, fuck right there” you whimpered. a noise i only heard when you were so far lost in it you couldn’t be bothered to care. so close. i kept the pace, “mommy, can i-?” i pulled back just barely, two fingers collecting the wetness pooling beneath you. god you were drenched. you blinked open, lips parted, and chest heaving. “yeah baby,” you breathed, head falling back the second i pushed two slick fingers inside. my mouth focusing back on your clit. i could feel the way you clenched around me, and was dangerously close to losing myself.

it didn’t take long after that, my eyes half lidded, unfocused but coaxing you through it. feeling you shake, thighs pressed on either side of my head and pussy tightening around my fingers while i licked you clean. i watched your body go lax, breathing finally slowing and a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glisten,

"let me see how wet you got overnight, baby." cooed softly at you. not wanting to startle you. just wanting to take care of you.

feeling you already slick under my fingers. my movements careful.

watching you stir slightly. a small sleepy sound. not fully there yet.

pressing a kiss to your shoulder while my fingers stay gentle. "i've got you." murmured against your skin. "just let me take care of you. go back to sleep if you want."

you making a small sound. hips shifting toward my hand instinctively before you've even decided to.

"there you go." so fond. pressing two fingers inside slow while you're still halfway in a dream. feeling you clench around me immediately, your body knowing exactly what it wants even when your brain hasn't caught up yet.

a soft moan slipping out of you. eyes still closed. still not fully conscious.

"so wet already." pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "you're always so warm and ready like this in the morning."

touching you so slowly. no urgency. no rush. just taking care of you properly before the day starts. before anything else gets to have you.

feeling you start to wake up more properly now. consciousness coming back slowly.

"morning, baby." against your hair.

"morning." barely audible. voice thick with sleep.

"you're so beautiful right now." meaning it completely. fingers still moving gentle and slow. "did you sleep okay?"

a small nod. hips starting to move slightly now that you're more aware of what's happening.

"good." pressing a kiss to your cheek. "i've got you. just feel good for me."

working you slow and steady. learning exactly where you need it this morning. the way you always need it a little different when you're like this. softer. more careful. finding that spot and staying there.

feeling you get warmer around my fingers. wetter. your breathing changing from sleep-slow to something needier.

"there she is." murmured against your hair. "good morning."

a soft broken sound. hips rolling now, properly, following my fingers without thinking about it. body completely ahead of your brain still.

curling my fingers slightly. feeling you gasp.

"i know." pressing another kiss to your shoulder. "i know baby. i've got you."

your hand finding mine weakly. needing something to hold onto.

working you so patiently. so carefully. the way you like it when you're still this soft and warm and barely here. the way that makes everything more intense somehow. more tender.

feeling you get closer. your body doing it on its own. hips rocking slow and steady. breathing getting quieter, more concentrated.

no warning.

watching your whole body tightening around my fingers all at once, a soft desperate sound slipping out of you, your hips stuttering forward, pressing deeper onto my hand before you've even processed what's happening.

"oh—" barely audible. surprised by your own body.

keeping the same slow steady pressure through every single wave of it. feeling you clench around my fingers.

feeling your grip on my hand tighten and then slowly loosen.

your breathing going soft again. settling.

pressing a long kiss to the back of your neck.

"you did so good, baby." so warm. so fond.

you making a small sound. too dazed for words yet.

keeping my fingers right where they are for a little longer. not moving.

"you didn't even see it coming did you?" i tease.

a sleepy embarrassed sound.