#cw.dumbification

His girlfriends always seemed to break up with him a few days after having you squirming and curling next to them, talkin’ about lip gloss and perfume and what kind of vibrator did the job good. Strange.

It wasn’t until you - yes, you - got a girlfriend did he notice how much of a missed presence you were at his little pizza gatherings. Pieck was nice, a sweet little thing with tired eyes and the prettiest smile, but also undeniably stupid, as stupid as you with her bruised knees and constantly broken nails. She wasn’t as high maintenance as you, didn’t leave underwear out or clean her dildos in the kitchen sink - in fact, after she started spending more time with you, your underwear seemed to disappear completely. Strange.

And those pizza nights? Where Zeke would introduce them to a new kind of beer or make Eren deliver a specific brand of cigarettes, where Reiner would spend most his time eyeing you and accentuating his thighs ripe for you to sit on, where Porco would grumble about you stealing his girlfriend or laughing when you dropped a slice of pizza down your front - those nights were gone, different, quieter, so quiet, almost silent beyond the gulping and smacking of lips against molten cheese.

Sure, you and Pieck sometimes make an appearance, sometimes separately if Pieck was coming in from work or together when you two trashed the kitchen trying to make a snack; but you two almost always stayed in your room when the gang came over, even if Porco invited you down for food and a drink,

“Issokay Pock, we wanna watch a movie tonight! And Pieck said I can practise eyeliner on her, she uses those stamps y’know? And she can never get it right, and she always loves my eyeliner so -,” and suddenly Porco is reminded why he prefers you secluding yourself in your room, so he doesn’t have to sit through you jabbering on about something stupid. And he is also reminded at the same time, about how thankful he is for Pieck because now, finally, you have someone to talk to, to fawn over, to lie on, to gaze longingly at that isn’t one of his girlfriends.

Like you are now, gazing down at your girlfriend who’s got cheap eyeliner staining streams down her cheeks and lipstick smeared over her chin. The movie is long forgotten, some period drama about prejudice that Yelena suggested. You got distracted, enormously distracted by how squirmy Pieck was being, how much she was whining and grumbling about sitting still for you, kept crinkling her eyes so the eyeliner messed up, kept readjusting her legs under yours till her knee was pressed to your crotch and her stupid top was halfway down her chest, and suddenly the eyeliner and the movie and the stupid get together downstairs meant nothing.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” a pillow falls to the floor, Pieck’s head dangerously close to the edge of the bed and she’s panting hard, gasping breaths fanning your collar bone and drying the spit she’d lathed over your skin. With her skirt flipped up over her hips, bunching with the fold of her belly, and threatening to cover the mess between her thighs; you hardly care for the banging of the headboard against the wall, or the rattling of your water bottle on your bedside table.

“Shut up, - you, fuck, don’t, go faster! - you were messing it up anyway,” Pieck’s statement diverges into a moan when you finally manage to hitch her thigh securely over your hip, opening her up better, easier, the slick of her pussy shining for a second before it’s smothered with yours,

“S’your fault for - nngh, Pieck - like, distracting - fuck! - me,” the feel of her against you, so hot, so soft and sugary and slippery, the harsh brush of her pubes against yours and the catching of her labia over your clit is just - you can barely speak, barely get a thought straight. One hand clawing into her hip, and the other hooking her thigh into the crook of your elbow, you speed up just a bit, swirling your pelvis and shuffling closer with every thrust against her.

“Faster! Please! - ,” Pieck throws her head back with a coo of your name, “No wait! Go a little - like - shit,”

You feel something shifting and suddenly Pieck is grinding back against you, up into you, foot planted into the mattress beside you so to give her enough momentum. Dropping your head to her chest, your mouth slobbers over her breasts, swelling and bouncing with every upward grind, whining when you can’t latch on properly.

“Stop I wanna, just stay there,” you can hear her grinding her teeth in concentration, the only time the two of you are actually smart enough to focus properly is when you’re both trying to cum messy and sloppy against each other. And god - fuck, you can feel her cunt pulsing and throbbing against yours, slipping and sliding hard enough, and fast enough to make echoing noises, filthy and lewd and knocking tears from your eyes. Her nails dig into your shoulder and your waist, trying to hold you still, keep you from grinding back down into her when she’s so close -,

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum! Right - right there don’t move!” For such a petit woman, she holds remarkable strength and Pieck fucks up against you, the leg still in your grasp tensing and kicking out, mouth opening with a howl. The sight alone is enough, the feeling of her spilling against you, into you, gushing against you, warm and sloppy and so messy that is has you cumming the same as her, crying out loud enough to leave a ringing in your ears and a cloud hanging low in your head, the world spinning and turning a fuzzy pink.

And you realise seconds later, that you’ve been flipped on to your back on to the remote for your fairy lights, and suddenly they’re pink and Pieck has put her hair up into a pony tail, looming over you with swollen lips and bitten breasts, cunt insistent against yours.

“I wanna - you cum first this time,” she’s slurring her words, grinding long and hard down against you, clit swirling clumsy and dirty over yours, and you can’t even form the words to reply. Not even a nod, if you don’t count the lolling of your head in time with her thrusts. Pieck’s got this deep flush to her skin, spreading down to her chest and mixing with the bruises you probably (?) sucked while you were cumming a moment ago. She’s sweating, drooling ever so slightly at the sight of your belly jiggling with how hard she’s grinding, barely lifting and slapping down, pussy hardly leaving yours for a second. It makes her go faster, makes her want to see all of you wobble and away and jolt with her actions,

“Pieck! Pieck! Pieck! Gonna - gonna ! Nngh fuck!” You’re chanting her name, shivering and shaking, belly tending and quivering, arms - you’re probably failing a bit because it’s too quick, too hard, coming too fast for you to say anything coherent, you’re gonna -, “gonna cum Pieck! Ma-I’m - ,”

You spasm with a wail, cunt gushing hard and wet, spraying with how quick and lithe your girlfriend fucks you through it. It soaks her skirt, a puddle between the two of you, dripping down your belly and shining pearly over your pubes. She slows down, doesn’t stop completely, but Pieck allows you to catch your breath, back returning to the mattress that’s bare with how hard you were tearing at the sheets. You’re both a mess, sweating and shiny, covering in cum and slick and spit, still fuckin’ grinding up against each other, the bedsheets crumpled beneath you, water spilt over your bedside table, fairy lights set to flicker - and yet, Pieck leans down and kisses your forehead, sweet and brief,

“After - can you still show me your eyeliner thing?” She reaches for her phone where it’s lodged beneath a stuffed dinosaur, opening an app and taking a photo, “look! It’s barely smudged!” She stares at the photo, at you, messy and bleary eyed and slack with pleasure, “What brand is it? Does it come in brown, cause I think Sasha said brown would suit me better,”

“Pieck,” your needy, whining whimper doesn’t go wholly unnoticed, squirming beneath your girlfriend with her inconsistent thrusts against you, as if continually forgetting she’s tribbing you and then suddenly remembering and delivering a hard, slick kiss of her cunt to yours, “after Pieck, wanna cum again, please - I promise I’ll do your makeup after,”

Pieck throws her phone down, still open on the picture of your fucked out face complete with perfect eyeliner before leaning down to kiss you, soft nibble and pecks to imitate the soft slicks of her pussy against yours,

“Mhm - then pizza after that? M’sure that new friend Mika might wanna see your eyeliner too! Maybe we can show her how good it stays on!”

"they don't know you like i do, don't k-know what you like like i do"

it's spoken ragged above you, your whole body jostling with the force of your boyfriend's thrusts. there's a foamy, sticky mess that connects your two bodies from the three previous loads he's fucked into you. tacky white strings of both your cum stick from his hips and splat back onto your ass with a loud plat plat plat, it's his favorite. the noise and feeling of release cooling on your bodies and dripping onto the sheets below drives him crazy.

your hands wrap around his wrists that cage you in, one on either side of your head as you try and ground yourself through the relentless bullying of his third leg. brain dead little "ah nnh ah!"s leaving your glossy lips and you swear you can feel him in your lungs. you squeeze around him tighter when his swollen head bumps the slit of your cervix, a high mewl escaping while he mutters something above you.

you crane your neck as best you can despite the fatigue settling and you have to fight off cumming on the spot when you take all of him in. he's beautiful. chest toned and fit, arms bulging as a sheen of sweat covers his body and forehead. his cheeks are the lewdest tinge of red, dark hair falling around his face perfectly with brows pinched in pure concentration. breed breed breed. it's the only thing in his head when he fucks you like this.

your cunt speaks for you and it has him breaking eye contact at where he's pistoning into you, eyes onyx and blown wide. your head drops back onto the mattress but your sight remains on him.

"they don't know your insides like i do." he growls and your body can't help but react. you squeeze your eyes shut and nod, mouth parted and breath airy as he prods your pretty spot like only he knows how to.

"only y-you tama, o-only you only you only you always only y-!"

his big, scarred hand grabs your jaw to force your head up again. his lips finding their way to yours like they're his lifeline. he kisses you deep and full till he's sure there's nothing left in your head. "only me" he agrees against your mouth and you whine. you're both panting but can't seem to pull away long enough to catch your breath. it happens before you even realize but he feels it first; the rhythmic clenching of your puffy pussy cumming one last time on his cock.

with a loud keen your body feels set ablaze, nerves tingling in overdrive when he doesn't stop even after this orgasm is...wetter than your previous one. he's not far from his own end, maneuvering his hand from out of your grip where you hold him to cover your hand instead, his fingers interlocking with yours before four final, sloppy thrusts hump into you. a pained noise traveling from the tips of his toes to the hair on his head leaving him when he pumps his thick, hot sperm into you one last time.

he drops his head atop yours and each whiny gasp let out followed by a pump of cum feels like heaven once he stills. he's trained you into his perfect little sperm bank, his angel cum dump that finds this is bliss. with all that you have left in you you whisper a tiny "yours, tama." sweetly -angelically -before succumbing to exhaustion. it's cute, he thinks.

"all mine."

“Oh, no! Not at all dear,” she smiled, red lips creating dimples on the side of her face. You smile back, waiting for her to continue. “Keiji left earlier, so I was wondering if you’d like to come over to help plan a surprise party for him!”

“Oh, a party? For his graduation?” You ask. She nods and hums, explaining her detailed plan for his graduating party. With you being one year older than him, his family had planned a graduation party for his teammates and you. You were hesitant to go, knowing full well that Keiji’s mother happened to be obsessed with the idea of you two together. It wasn’t a horrible though, per se, you just didn’t see him in that light. You had a few fleeting crushes before, especially on some volleyball players and other athletic Alphas, but Keiji never showed the common dominance of an Alpha around you. He was gentle, kind, and courteous. He was perfect.

Perfect for someone else, but not you.

“Would you like to join me for some lunch? I have some udon we can eat, your favorite!” She cheerily says, bright eyes with her smile. You shrug and accept, seeing no harm. You tell her to wait a moment to get dressed, but she shakes her head. “No need to be so formal, [Y/N]! We’re practically family!”

You cringe at her words, but don’t say anything. Telling your mother you’d be gone for a bit, you leave once she gives you the okay. Walking beside your friend’s mother isn’t as awkward as it feels, easily falling into a conversation with her.

When she turns to the house, you feel a sense of dread overcome you. Keiji’s scent is practically seeping from the walls, invading your senses as you feel the slick pool in your panties. A sign that he’s in his rut. Your panic gives Akaashi plenty of time to push you into the house, welcoming you as you numbly step in. Once you enter the house, Keiji’s scent gets stronger. He knows you’re here. “Uh—“

“Good luck, dear,” she says, shutting the door. You freak out and run to open it, but it’s locked. Not locked as in keeping people out, but rather like the knob is stuck in place from someone holding it. You bang on the door. No answer, you sigh in the silence.

A creak on the stairs has you whipping around. Keiji’s padded feet come into view, his pajama pants coming into view as he continues to descend the stairs. “[Y/N]? Is that you?” He calls out. You don’t answer, eyes stuck on the topless form of your friend. Pajama pants hang low, his v-line on display as his strong scent makes your brain fuzzy. “Why are you here?”

“Your... mom,” you mumble, eyes dropping to your own feet, toes curled as you attempt to calm down yourself. With him closing in on you, it’s impossible. He clicks his tongue, coming closer until his breath fans over your face. Your chest is heaving as his minty scent overwhelms you, the slick dripping from you and soaking your panties. He can smell your arousal, you’re sure of it, his eyes darkened with his own arousal.

“Oh,” is all he says in response. His hands come to your waist, large hands rubbing under the shirt.

“I’m sorry, Keiji, I need to go-”

“You just got here,”

“I don’t want to do this,”

“You say that, but,” his hand dives under your pants, a gasp coming from you as his long finger teases your covered slit. They’re absolutely drenched. “You’re just as aroused as I am. Your body wants it,”

“Keiji, that’s wrong-”

“It’s only wrong if you don’t feel good,” His breath fans over your face. Long fingers push aside your panties and run along your folds, getting drenched in your slick. Pushing two in, he pushes his nose to your scent glands. “You smell so delicious, I can’t hold back,”

Your weak attempts to push him away are pathetic and useless, his towering form able to cover your body and keep you pinned to the door. A few pumps of his fingers until he adds a third one, moaning at your walls fluttering around him. He brings his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing and flicking as he continues to thrust his fingers into you. You’re holding back your moans, small whines seeping through sealed lips until you feel the knot in your stomach snap, your walls gushing around his fingers as you moan. Legs turn to jelly, your frame colliding with his as he holds you up. Removing his fingers, he makes a show of lapping at them and moaning.

“Mm, as delicious as I had hoped,” he moans, strong arms moving to carry you. Your brain is hazy and fuzzy, the aftermath of your orgasm sending your resolve melting in a puddle by the front door. Only when you find yourself against soft sheets does the haze clear, the familiar walls of Keiji’s bedroom coming into view. “I need more,”

“More?” You whine, feeling his fingers hook over the hem of your clothes. Your pants and panties are promptly pulled off, flung to the side to be forgotten. He groans as he buries his nose between your thighs, heavy breathing and he inhaled your scent. A hot tongue sweeps against your slit, Keiji moaning as your cum hits his tongue. Your hands fly to his messy hair, back arching as he laps at the juices between your thighs. Suckling on your clit, he lets go with a pop and dives back between your folds.

“So fucking good,” he grunts, his nose nudging your little bud as you feel another orgasm coming on, hand tightening on his strands as he sucks on your clit once more. You gush, your cum splashing against his lips as he drinks every drop you give him. “So good,” he moans again, removing himself. Swiping any excess with his finger, he licks it off while staring into your eyes.

“Kei-Keiji,” panting, you try to tell him once more to stop, but he’s already crawling over you. Once his lips are on yours, you feel his bulge pressing into your wet folds as he ruts. The only thing separating you two is the pants he wears. The pants which are quickly pulled down as he moans, the feeling of his cock against you enough to have him groaning into your mouth. You whine, feeling his cock rubbing between your folds as he rocks against you.

He doesn’t wait a moment longer. Pulling his hips back, he slides himself into you with one push, hand covering your mouth as you scream from the stretch. “It’ll go away, shh, you’re fine, you’re fine, princess, shh,” his voice coos into your ear. Tears bead your eyes as you inhale his calming scent, your walls relaxing as he rolls his hips. It’s not unbearable, but a stinging pain resides. “You’re fine, you’re fine,”

He keeps your mouth covered as he lazily thrusts into you, small squelching noises coming from where his cock disappears into you. When he looks down to see you taking every inch of him, he removes his hand in favor of gripping your thighs. Keeping your legs spread, he picks up the pace to jackhammer into you. Your cunt stings with his thrusts, your nails raking against the sheets as your walls flutter around him, eyes rolling as you coat his cock with your essence.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I love you, so fucking much,” he moans out, drowning out your squeals of pleasure as he fucks you. His confession is disregarded, your focus on staying sane as he bumps against your cervix and rubs against your special spot. It’s not long until you’re creaming around him again, a moan as your back arches. He pulls himself out, giving you hope he’s taking a break.

When he flips you over to your hands and knees, you know he’s making you comfortable. With his cock easily slipping back into you, you find your head pulled back as he grips your hair. “You’re taking me so well, don’t act like you don’t want my cock. You want my knot, too, right? You want me to fill you up? Of course you do, fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, arm keeping him above you as the sound of skin slapping skin bounces off his walls. You can only moan, tongue lolling out as your body aches from his brutal fucking. Tears stream down your face as you mewl, another orgasm forced around his cock as he pumps into you. Another few harsh thrusts and he’s pushing his thick knot into your milky depths, another orgasm as you milk his cock of every drop. A shiver runs through you as you fall against the sheets, chest heaving as you finally attempt to catch your breath.

“I said what I meant, you know? I love you, [Y/N]. I have since I met you. I wanted this,” he confesses, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. A look at your face tells him you can’t answer, drool oozing from your plump lips as your fingers twitch occasionally. He chuckles, pressing another kiss to your sweaty skin. “I’ll bond you another time. I want you to be awake for that.”

It’s a few minutes before his knot deflates, his soft cock flopping against his thigh as he lays you on your side. Gentle breaths tell him you’ve fallen asleep, probably due to the overstimulation you endured. A warm washcloth to clean you and wipe off any oozing cum is placed to the side, Keiji pressing a kiss to your temple.

He knows it’s wrong, but you’re so cute when you’re helpless and vulnerable. Your cute mewl when he rubs your hardened nipple has him hard again. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help pushing his thick cock into your tight cunt again.

“It’s only fair isn’t it?” 

You can hear her pout, feel her tense when you ghost your fingers over the round swell of her ass. Mitsuri lays on her front, face buried in her hands and legs quivering from where you’re straddling them, the two of you surrounded by pillows and blankets and a pile of clean washing sits on one corner of the bed but that can be dealt with later; you want to deal with her first.

“S’not the same though,” she mumbles from behind her hands, subtly arching her back and pressing her ass harder into your warm palms. You sit back on your knees, pondering for a moment with a slick grin lacing your lips, digging your fingers a little harder into her supple skin and that grin only widens when she squeaks at the slight spreading of her ass,

“Isn’t it? You sure had fun fucking my ass open the other night Mitsuri, you and I both know I couldn’t sit for hours after - and you fucking loved it, loved watching me go dumb and stupid and utterly brain dead on your cock, loved teasing me ‘nd refusing to touch my needy, needy little pussy,” your tone adopts this sickly sweet lilt that has her mewling and pressing her ass into your grip, allowing you to spread her more, thumbs dangerously close to the puckered hole you’d been salivating over for the last three days. With a gentle hush, you purse your lips and smooth one palm up her spine to hold her down, a string of saliva gathering on the tip of your tongue before dropping down the cleft of her ass,

“O-oh!”

“S’my turn now isn’t it? You got to fuck my ass for as long as you wanted on your cock, ‘nd it was your favourite one too -,” you loom over her, breasts swaying close enough to her bare shoulders for her to feel and keen at, curling her head to the side so you could lick a stripe up the shell of her ear, “You know I wanna feel it again sweetheart, wanna feel your fat cock stretch my ass till I can feel it in my tummy,” Mitsuri opens her mouth in shock, eyes rolling into the back of her head when you use your thumb to circle her hole, slipping in for a fraction of a second with the continued undulation of her hips, “But now? Now, it’s my turn to wreck your ass and I’m gonna do it all with my mouth, cause I know you love it when I fuck you with my tongue baby, your precious cunt is gonna be begging for me to taste it when I’m through with you,”

Your hands retreat from Mitsuri, your body and it’s warmth over her retreats and she keens after you, calling your name and lifting her hips, propping herself up on her knees so she can look over her shoulder at you - spreading her cheeks and licking your lips, zeroing in on her fluttering hole before dipping down with parted, wet, messy lips,

“B - bab - fuck!” She arches her back deliciously, muscles clenching and twitching in her shoulders, hand shooting back to grasp your head and for a second, you think she’s going to push you away, “M-more!”

Sure, you might have shown her a little dominance trying to convince her to let you eat her ass, but ultimately; Mitsuri held the reins on you and your tongue, rolling and circling her hips into your face and her desperate noises only spur you one. 

“That’s good, right there!” She’s squeaky, pitchy, already on the edge and you’ve not even started properly yet, lathing your lips over her hole and spreading her cheeks, fat spilling through your fingers and then - then you start, then you tense your tongue and dive in, slurping lewdly and moaning with the salty taste of her skin. Mitsuri cries out loudly, slamming her hand into the mattress beneath her and giving her enough balance to arch her back more, more - knees kicking and knocking together with the overwhelming pleasure and all you can do is follow her, barely keeping up with her squirming and grinding. You have half a mind to slam her back down straight, especially when you slip and accidentally latch on to her drooling, sloppy pussy which in turn sends Mitsuri into a spiral of gasps and out of control squeals,

“Stop fucking squirming,” you hiss against her lower back, damp with sweat and she sweeps her hair over one shoulder, eyes heavy and watery, pupils wide with pleasure and swallowing the puffy cheeked, messy chinned vision of you licking stripes over and over her hole, catching it each time she clenched and fluttered. And the noise -,

“So fuckin’ messy for me, look at you,” Mitsuri simpers through her breathlessness and heaving gasps, “I fuck your ass once and suddenly you’re obsessed, dirty fuckin’ girl,”

The words spur you on, tongue curling deep into her and Mitsuri throws her head back with a whine, fingers scratching your scalp and positively suffocating you between her cheeks,

“Keep going - fuck baby - m’so close, so close, don’t - fuck!” Her tone gets higher and higher with every word, the pants catching in her throat and her chest heaving with every prod of your tongue against that sweet spot deep within her. Her skin is spattered with pink, sweat coating her temples and neck, dripping down her chest and she fists the sheets with her free hand, hips rocking into your ministrations at a speed you can barely keep up with, but god you try to. She’s so close, you can feel it, feel her ass clench and squeeze your tongue, hear how wet her cunt is with every flutter of her neglected hole, and if you - if you just reach down with your fingers, reach around her soft hip and if you just -,

“Fuck! Baby - don’t - I’m cumm - gonna cum!” Your fingers swipe over her clit once, twice and Mitsuri looses herself with a sharp cry and a spurt of liquid from her cunt, soaking the sheets and splashing down your chest. Her legs quiver and shake uncontrollably either side of your head, her entire body twitching with her orgasm, belly jiggling and tensing with every shock of pleasure down her spine. She can’t hold herself up, not when you continue abusing her asshole with your tongue and keep pinching her clit, chest thudding into the mattress and allowing you to press your face harder into her ass, digging your tongue deeper, faster, harder, moaning when she squirts again, weaker this time. 

“M-more - gimme, give it to me -,” you should tease her, should chuckle and adopt the same mean mocking tone she always uses when you get like this, when all you can do is babble and drool and cum like a bitch in heat - but you can’t. You can hardly open your eyes with the scent of her arousal filling your nose and the slick dripping down your chin, sticky webs swaying from her cunt and connecting to your fingers. There’s nothing to stop either of you, pulling back to take a deep breath before diving in once again, thumbs spreading the puffy folds of her cunt and teasing her neglected hole for a moment,

“Don’t stop - don’t stop baby, please!” You can hardly make out what she’s saying, voice muffled by her tongue and her sobs of pleasure, hips still twitching and legs still shaking and jiggling. You’re not going to stop, you can’t - can’t bring yourself to pull away, can’t bring yourself to stop your fingers from abusing her pulsing cunt and fucking her into another orgasm that has her entire body shaking and twitching and making more mess over your bed. And neither can she, addicted to the swelling in her belly and the harsh prodding of your tongue in her ass, fingers clumsy against her clit but mouth doing wonders on her puckered hole. So - through her lust addled brain, Mitsuri supposed it was fair in this sense; if she fucked you dumb on her cock, then surely it’s only fair if you fuck her dumb on your tongue right?

꧁✿🌸╭⊱  Sugar mommy!Ymir doesn’t flaunt it, no, not in the ways others may flaunt their money. She’s tactful, tasteful with dark jeans and shiny belts and skin shirts dropped open to show the intricate tattoo lacing down her sternum, framed by silver chains. Rings adorning her fingers, thick and chunky and worth more than the weight of the diamonds fixed to your earlobes, but she’d never tell you how much, or where she got them, only snapping a picture at them pressing against the delicate skin of your throat. She’s niche, addictive, wants you begging for more, more of anything when you’re with her, treating you to an expensive trip to the shops and then slipping her hand under your skirt in the fancy restaurant she’s on the VIP list for. You don’t ask what her job is, how she got all her funds and savings and you definitely don’t ask her why she keeps you around, dumb little you with wide eyes and glossy lips and a tendency to maybe act up just a little bit when she invades the privacy of the dressing room in favour of shoving her fingers down your throat and grinding her thigh against your warm cunt. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱  She’s never the type to buy you pretty lingerie and then rip it all off you with the intention of getting you naked as quickly as possible - no. She has a myriad of cameras, professional photographer ones and vintage ones that make funny clicking sounds when they produce polaroids of your body stretched out amongst the furs and satins of the bed. Ymir adores going back through the photos, putting them in order and flipping through each garment of your outfit being peeled off, remembering each flex of her fingers against your skin and each pose she put you in. God - the first time she pulled out her favourite camera, you’d hidden behind your hands and bitten your lip in embarrassment because Ymir had forced your legs apart and snapped far too many photos of your cunt fluttering and glistening in the orange light of the dining room. Over time, you got used to her funny requests, growing more and more confident in front of the camera until she didn’t have to ask you to pose any more, you did it of your own accord and often included the pretty black dildo she’d bought for you or the silver nipple clamps that matched the bars through hers. She’s got the photos all hidden in a Louis Vuitton shoe box under her bed and sometimes, when she can’t take you with her on business trips, she’ll select her favourites and stare at them in the emptiness of her hotel room with her hand between her legs and your voice cooing down the phone for her. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Ymir fucks you like she’s afraid you’ll leave her, ditch her for someone who will pay you more to be by their side, someone who will provide more for you, give you more, fuck you more - be more than her. So she stakes her claim on her body with mean fingers but a soft mouth, lips tugging at your nipples and cock slipping through the folds of your cunt, aching with the words she whispers into your skin, “C’mon princess, work it for me, you were so desperate for my cock earlier so why’re you being so shy now hm? Where’d my good girl go? Thought I taught you better than to be all bark but no bite, talkin’ all that shit about being able to take my cock and then being too fuckin shy to ride it like the whore I know you really are,”. And it’s the thick metal band on her thumb and the jutting of her hips that have you creaming over her cock, slick and shiny and the prettiest purple colour at your request. She always makes you ride this one, teases you with the fat head of it before yanking your hips down the ribbed girth of it, the thickest of her collection and the one that makes you cry the hardest. “Awh, is my baby girl crying already? Is my cock too much for you? Can’t take it? Hm? Such a pity, I was gonna give in and fuck you like you wanted, give you a little rest from being such a stupid brat but if you’re just gonna be a little cry baby then you can make it up to me,”. And even though you blubber and bounce and twitch and jerk over her cock, that thumb never leaves your clit and that hand aids in your grinds till you shudder and drench her lap with your spend. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Something Ymir loves especially, is taking you along to her business events, paying you a hefty sum to wear no panties and the prettiest silk dress that sticks to your skin like water, and drapes over your curves and slopes. She loves showing you off, suit jacket discarded over her chair and shirt unbuttoned to show the jewel at her throat matching the ones on your wrists, a sheen of sweat dampening her skin with how utterly delicious you looked. It was merely an opportunity to show her coworkers and friends that she could afford a pretty dumb thing to hang off her arm, and then follow her into the private bathroom when people were slightly too drunk to question the damp spot on the back of your dress as you disappeared into the shadows. There’s just something about attaching her lips to the hard throb of your clit that was addictive to Ymir, propping you up on the marble counter top and hiking your watery dress up over your sinful hips, urging you to mess up her hair and play with your breasts, over the fabric, over the cool satin of your dress so that it wrinkled and folded with the scratch of your nails and the pebbling of your nipples. You always tasted sweeter in public, especially with a few glasses of champagne in you and your glossy lips sticky and bitten from how often you tried to seduce Ymir into a corner to play with you. Please, every event ended like this, every business dinner and gala finished with Ymir’s fingers fucking into your clenching hole and her teeth dragging over your clit till you gushed down her hand and stained her shirt. You were both addicted to each other, money and gifts and favours be damned - and the first time you called her mommy? The first time you begged for mommy’s fingers in your needy little cunt? Fuck - Ymir was sure you blacked out from how hard she’d fucked you.