HinaMikaelson😊🧡🤍🩷🏳️‍🌈

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

sprawled on the sheets, my legs pinned to the edges of the bed..pussy already glistening, aching from the cold air. but you didn’t touch me, not yet..just watched the way my hips gave those pathetic, involuntary little twitches.

“stay still.” your voice commanded, slow and sultry. not bothering to fight back the way the corner of your lips ticked up when my bottom lip jutted out. cute.

“please..” i whimpered, fingers clawing into the fabric beneath me. “p-please…i can’t, please touch me”

you smiled, a slow..almost predatory curve of your lips. “i decide when you get touched bunny. and right now, you get to wait. it doesn’t matter what you want..does it?” you cooed, condescending and sickeningly sweet in the way you knew made my mind fuzzy. “so you’re going to sit here, and feel just how bad you want it.”

“b-but,” i tried, “please..i’m begging, i-“ i started again, breath quickening as i fought to keep composure. stay still.

“begging is a start bunny..but patience is what i want to see.”

the tension built, thick with desperation..your eyes locked on mine, pupils blown and dark.

the silence stretched, agonizing and deliberate..

another beat, and i couldn’t help it. it was unconscious, my hips bucked..back arched in a desperate (unsuccessful) attempt to get any friction against your hand.

that’s when it happened. your expression went cold, and within a breath i felt your hand splay across the soft flesh of my hip..pinning me to the bed.

“what did i just tell you about moving?” you asked. i swallowed.

“i…i just couldn’t h-help it” my voice cracking beautifully as my vision blurred with tears. the sudden change in tone sending a shiver down my spine. i just needed you so badly.

“you seem to have forgotten your place bunny. i think you need a reminder.” and all i could manage was a pathetic whimper as the tears spilled over, coating my cheeks and clumping my lashes together.

you shifted, positioning yourself between my shaking thighs. i didn’t dare move, hoping you’d press your palm against my clit, or push your fingers inside me..instead i watched you raise your hand.

smack.

the wet sound echoed through the room, as your palm landed directly on my clit. i yelped, body jolting as more tears spilled over.

“that’s for moving.” you said. and my eyes widened.

smack.

“and that’s for the impatience.” the sting radiated across my clit, down my folds..your hand glistening with my wetness more and more each time.

a steady rhythm of sharp, stinging blows onto my increasingly sensitive cunt. each strike landing with a wet, slapping sound..followed by a sob and (without you even asking) “t-thank you, mommy”

my clit, swollen and puffy..an angry red color..but i was soaked..dripping down my folds and pooling underneath me. nipples hardened nubs and goosebumps covered my body.

“p-please, it hur-“ i started, and you raised a brow.

“do you want to move now?” you asked, your voice devoid of mercy. you’d continue if i did..we both knew that.

“n-no, no mommy..i’ll be good,” i breathed, chest heaving. the hair at my temples darkened with tears as i tried to calm down.

you hummed, delivering one final smack that had my back arching and head pressed to the pillows. my pussy practically glowing red, and beautifully swollen. sensitive. you’d finally stopped, resting your palm on me, feeling the heat radiating. giving it a few gentle..almost soothing touches. my lashes fluttering closed on my flushed cheeks as the sobs slowly turned into breathy moans.

my hips didn’t move, chest heaving and the last of the tears drying on my cheeks as you inspected my pussy. even now, i was ridiculously wet for you. always.