Lovers end
Calling for the other; searching for her lover
Genre: fluffy smut
Characters: clockwork/natalie ouellette, fem!reader
Desc: Natalie has never felt safe in her life. Shes never been at peace or able to truely feel comfortable enough to love.. until she met her perfect little housewife
CWs: housewife fetish (if you had no idea that existed.. now you know.), degrading, dryhumping, kinda fluffy but in the porn way, reader is refered to as housewife, good little housewife, slut, whore, good girl (i tried to avoid that bc ik not everyone likes it), a tad of dumbification, blood mention, reader is quite literally a housewife and thats the main thing ab the fic cause i. I discovered some things.
Enjoy!!
Natalie wasnt the romantic type.. until she met you.
She had always closed herself off, her line of work required it. So why did she find herself locked on you? Her mind went hazey around you, your voice was more of a lullaby than rain sounds. The way your clothes constantly hugged your curves drove her up a wall. She longed for you brushing out and braiding her hair every night, how you made sure she was well fed and the house was clean. You were like her perfect little housewife, something the relished in. She could always come home to you in a little dress cooking dinner, just for her.
She trudged through the snowy forest, dragging her bag of weapons behind her with an irritated grimace. Every step felt like hell on her ice caked boots, she had walked too far since the forests edge, and even though it was the same length every day, she didnt have to chase down a high school athlete every day. Her breath clouded in front of her, and she pulled her mask tighter over her raw dripping nose.
The crunching of the snow paused as she caught her breath, she was so damn close to the cabin, but every step was agony. She could see the smoke from the chimney in the distance, she could practically hear your voice chirping out a greeting as she opened the door.. just one step after the next, every tick in her skull was one more step.
•••
Natalie hooked her bag on the porch pole, panting with exhaustion. She was finally home, the heat radiating from the house gently began to thaw her top layer as she stomped off the snow. She opened the door, sighing as the scent from the food you were cooking hit her nose.
“Hi Natty!!” You exclaimed, watching her undo her thick jacket in the entryway.
“Hey sweetheart,” she smiled, shaking the ice from her hair. You looked divine, an apron wrapped in front of a plain pink gingham dress. Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned over your body, still removing layers of clothing. “Whatcha cooking?”
“Just some breaded chicken breasts with mashed potatoes, i started your water for the shower so it should be nice and warm by now. I left advil on your nightstand too.” You smiled, turning back to your food.
Natalie smiled, stripping to her tank top and briefs. “Thank you angel, ill be back after i shower. I love you so much, you know that?” She said, walking to hug you from behind. You leaned your head on hers as she nestled into the crook of your neck.
“I know hun, thats why i take care of you,” you said, blushing softly as she kissed your neck.
“Thats my girl,” she praised, unhooking from you and slapping your ass as she left for the shower. You perked up, watching her leave for the bathroom. You rolled your eyes, used to her antics, and went back to the homemade potatoes.
Natalie stepped into the steaming bathroom, removing her shirt and bra. She didn't know exactly why, but she couldn't shake the sight of you cooking in that dress from her mind. The pink looked so good on you, and she had bought you that dress.
She stepped into the shower, groaning in relief as the water warmed her icy skin. You looked so good.. so damn good.. she wanted to treat her little housewife tonight, as stress relief. She knew you wouldn't mind, she had seen your face get all flushed when she used you as stress relief before. You loved it, you loved her. You were such a good girl for her, doing anything she wanted.
As she quickly washed the blood from her body, she formed a plan.
•••
“Hey baby,” she said, once again wrapping her arms around you.
You leaned into her touch, letting her nip at your neck once again. She sucked at the skin lightly, just enough to make you giggle. “Did you miss me that bad?”
She hummed into your neck, slowly sliding her hands down your thighs. You stopped cooking, freezing up as she played with the hem of your dress.
“What are you-”
“Shhh, youll love this. Just keep cooking, its my treat for being my cute little housewife.” She said, slowly running her hands up your thighs. You complied, shakily stirring the potatoes. She slowly traced circles on your inner thighs, signaling for you to spread them. You stepped wider, feeling her hand slide up further.
“Thats it, thats my girl,” she praised, moving her hands back to the outsides, sliding up your outer thighs. You whimpered slightly, a flutter in the pit of your stomach. She so rarely wasnt too tired to do anything but watch you touch yourself, this was a gift. Her touch was gentle, caressing over your legs like it was precious, like she could break you. She was your drug, her hands wandering up to your waist and your back.
You felt her flip the back of your dress up, with natalie making a small noise of approval. Your face reddened upon recalling the panties you had put on this morning after natalie had left; a pink pair with black lace on the hems.
“Look at that,” she groaned, squeezing your ass before slapping it. “Arent you a cute little girl?”
“Oh my god,” you muttered, staring straight ahead.
“What? You're embarrassed?” She asked, once again sliding her hand between your legs as you nodded. “Oh baby, dont be, you wont be taking them off for what we are doing. Your so pretty in them after all, you match that cute little dress of yours. Just be my good little wife and keep cooking, can you do that for me?” She whispered into your neck, biting down gently.
“Y-yeah, i can,” you said, grabbing for a plate. “It's nearly done though, i timed it so youd be able to eat right as you came home,”
“It needs to cool though, dont you think?” She asked, pulling your panties to the side. You squeaked in response, biting your lip to stay quiet. She traced her finger over your chubby pussy lips, just light enough to feel.
“Yeah, yeah.. it.. shit-” you whimpered, bracing your hands on the counters edge.
“Whats wrong baby?” She smirked, parting the folds ever so slightly to trace over the bud of your clit. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no dear, its… its so good..” you choked out, reaching for the tongs to take the chicken from the heat.
“My perfect little wife.. cooking for me.. cleaning for me.. being such an amazing girl for me.. so perfect.” She sighed, stroking over your wetness before pulling her hand away. You whined, missing her touch already. “Tell you what, just put those on plates and while they cool, ill be waiting on the couch for you. I wanna treat you and show you how good of a wife youve been to me.” She smiled before pulling away completely.
Her hands had left a warm spot over your soaked panties, a further incentive to plate the food quickly. You trembled slightly, pulling the food from the stove with shaky hands and fluttering stomach. She had a way of getting to you, teasing you to your breaking point until you were so desperate you cried, and you knew this would be no different. You covered the plates with paper towels, taking care to not let it touch the wetter foods and removed your apron. You hurried over to the couch, turning the corner to see Natalie fully clothed on the couch.
“Cmere princess, sit on my thigh facing me,” she instructed, a smirk on her face as she leaned back into the cushions and patted her thick thigh. You obeyed, straddling her leg while your dress fanned out over her lap.
“What.. whats up?” You stammered, tucking a hair out of your face. She quickly pulled you into her by your waist, locking lips with you. You kissed back, her plush lips easing into yours as your eyes fluttered shut. She smelt of the earth, the pine scent on her clothes penetrating through her skin as you breathed her in. The warm air from the stove enhanced the warmth in your chest, your hearts pulse flowing through your blood. She was perfect, her lips parting into a smile as she kissed you passionately, your breath hitching as she slid her hands to your dresses zipper. You gasped as she slid it down, quickly helping her pull it from your torso. The garment fell from your chest as your lips separated, a dazed smile on your face.
“Shit, you look perfect,” she said, lifting the dress over your head. You looked away shyly, face redder than it had been all day. She grabbed your chin, guiding your gaze to her. “Keep looking at me, ok?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, looking into her green eye. She steadyed you by your hips, looking over your body. “What are we doing?”
She chuckled, undoing your bra. “You are gonna ride my thigh until you cum honey, put on a little show for me. But don't expect this to be easy, that foods gotta cool you know. Can you do that, my love?”
You nodded quickly as she pulled your bra from your chest. “You dont want me to take off my panties?”
“No,” she said, “your gonna cum in them and wear them all night, aren't you?”
“Yes dear,” you blushed, watching her smile. God, you loved that smile. That smile was so precious, so genuine and caring that she never showed that beautiful grin to anyone else.
“Atta girl,” she said, steadying you by your hips. “Start, but go slow. I wanna drag this out.”
You began to grind into her leg, your arms wrapped around her neck as your mouth hung open. She didnt even have to touch you, you were happy enough just rutting into her as she stared at you. You rolled your hips into her as slowly as you could, the soft fabric of your panties grazing over your clit lubed only by your own slick.
“Just a ditzy little housewife,” Natalie groaned, “Serving her partner like such a good little thing,”
“Just for you babe,” you whispered, smiling gently.
“My stupid little wife, only good for serving me, aren't you?”
You nodded, pressing your hips into her a bit harder. She stroked your cheek with her thumb, and you leaned into her touch.
“Do you like being my wife? My good little housewife who sits on my lap and is so needy and desperate for me?” She teased, trailing her hand to your inner thigh but stopping short of your cunt.
“Y-yeah,” you mumble, pushing yourself into her harder. “Im just your dumb little slut of a housewife,”
Natalies eyes darkened as she moaned, gripping your hip harder. “Thats damn right, thats all you need to be. My perfect little wife.”
You gasped as you desperately rutted into her as slowly as you could manage. You stared deeply into her eye, watching her gaze possessively at you. She looked so focused, watching over your figure tremble as you slowly ground into her with a sort of gentle dominance that you hadnt seen in a fair bit.
“Can i go faster,” you said, running your fingers through her hair.
“Maybe if you beg for it,” she smirked, tightening her grip on your hip bone as if she was trying to anchor her to you.
You huffed softly, giving into her demands. “Please nat, please ive been so good all day, i cooked and cleaned, ive been such a good girl haven't i?”
She laughed softly, her grip loosing with red indentions where her finger tips had been. “You have, you really have.. go ahead, but not too fast,”
You exhaled loudly, pushing into her harder as she watched you whimper. “Thank you,” you moaned, pushing your clit into her leg needily.
“Oh god, look at you, your practically drooling,” she sighed, gripping your chin again. “Dumb slut,”
“Yes, yes, i am, im so- so fucking dumb.. and needy.. shit-” you babbled, digging your nails into her.
“Too fast my love,” she said, steadying you by your hips. You cried out, silently begging as she held you still. “Dont want you finishing before the food cools, now do we?”
“No,” you whispered, slowly rolling your hips into her as her grip went loose.
“Youd better learn to control yourself before you cum all over yourself and have to try again to teach you some obedience,” she growled.
You cried out, watching her stoney face melt into a more gentle expression. “Ill be good,” you mumbled, keeping your pace slow.
“Atta girl,” natalie smiled, leaning into your neck. She began to kiss and suck at it, holding you steady by your hips. “Gotta mark you as mine,”
“Im yours,” you whispered, moaning as she nipped at your collarbone.
“Damn right you are,” she said, sliding her hands to your breasts and grazing your nipples with her thumbs. You gasped, rutting into her harder as she touched you.
“Faster, more,” you begged, grabbing at the collar of her tank top.
“How about this, ill get a bullet vibe and you can hump it on my leg, does that sound ok?”
•••
“Ok, go,” Natalie said, clicking the bullet on. You gasped at the vibration, grinding your clit into it quickly. You were so needy, so desperate to cum, it was driving you insane. The longer the bullet hummed away, the hotter the house got. You needed this, you craved this like oxygen, putting on a show was all you couldve wanted.
“Cmon, keep doing that, keep being my desperate little wife,” Natalie praised, watching you devolve on her leg. “Fucking whore,”
“Im your whore, yours- shit im yours-” you said, watching as she reached between your legs and clicked the speed up one.
“Good, so fucking dumb.. your so fucking needy. Look at you! Your all sweaty and red, your all whored out for me.”
You simply nodded, your brain going blank as you mindlessly humped her leg. She laughed at you as your mouth hung open. “Im a good whore,”
Natalie moaned, smirking as she watched you. “Yeah you are, whimpering and bouncing on my lap like a good little girl, such a stupid fucking whore,”
You laughed mindlessly, heat beginning to rise in your core.
“You love this, dont you baby?” She teased, once again holding your chin.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck yes, nghh-” you let your head roll back, gasping as Natalie raised the intensity one more level.
“Look at you, whining and moaning and grinding on my thigh and that vibrator. You're so pathetic, such a desperate whore... my pathetic little wife.”
“F-fuck natty, im so- fuck-” you babbled, a strangled laugh leaving your throat as you panted.
“You gonna cum honey? You gonna cum in your panties for me like a good girl? Just the way your supposed to huh?”
You managed to choke out a few please’s before you pushed yourself over, practically screaming with the force of it. You scrambled to click off the bullet as you came in your panties, the stimulation quickly becoming overwhelming. You collapsed into natalie, panting and glistening with sweat as she pulled you into a hug.
“Thats it, thats my girl, just breathe,” she softly said, stroking your hair. “You did so good. Was it too much?”
“N-no, not… no.. not too much,” you heaved, shakily sitting up. Natalie gently kissed your nose, holding your face in her hands.
Natalie suddenly froze, sighing. You made a soft noise of concern, watching her face melt into a weary smile.
“I think the food might be a bit too cold,”
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