Basil

Femme that finds their butch relaxing, lounging on the couch or the bed. Femme that can see the outline of their cock beneath their butch’s boxers.

Stressed all day, coiled tight with too much energy.

Femme that gets on their butch’s lap and kisses them, palms them through their boxers until they’re whining into her mouth. “Take it out, puppy.”

It’s all it takes.

Femme that doesn’t take her panties off cause she needs them too much. Who sinks on their butch’s cock with a shiver running up her spine. “That’s it, puppy.”

Butch who cums while being taken like this, who whimpers into their femme’s chest, right around her nipple where their lips are framing. “I can’t take —“

“Yes you can,” The femme groans, rolling her hips on the butch’s lap, coated in slick. It makes the butch whine. “Let mommy use you, pup. Be good for me.”

what? you look up; startled out of your thoughts. must've been staring too long, you think. "w-what?" it comes out in a stutter and you're mentally banging your head against the wall. "open it, the beer." it's like she was there inside your head. you wonder if you were really that easy to read. but your eyes are wide and she's staring at you expectantly. your face and ears are getting hot, and you can tell that she can tell how bad she's got you. you try to think of something to say, but you can't. might as well do what you're told. right?

slowly you crawl over to her spot on the bed. her legs spread to make room. her eyes follow you as you get closer; watch your hands as they go past her hips to hold yourself up. you debate keeping your head down, but her hand comes up to tap your chin and lift it up to meet her eyes. her dark gaze is overwhelming. she doesnt say anything, but you can see her chest quickly rise and fall. trying to keep her composure, just as you are. the fact that she isn't saying anything turns you on more. it's as though she knows that you will follow her lead wordlessly.