#soft!dom reader

“Sweetheart?”, you call from the kitchen. He turns his head and walks slowly. When you see his face you know exactly what’s happening. “Bad day at the office?”, you ask in you softest voice and loving smile on your lips. Andy nods and comes to hug you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, baby, that bad?”, he whimpers again, unable to articulate a word. “I’m here, Andy. Sorry you woke up alone, I tried to wake you up to tell you I was going to the doctor with our baby, but you were sound asleep and with this trial…I know you need all the sleep you can get.” He kisses your neck, a silent answer to tell you it’s okay, he’s not mad at you…and firm press of his lips to tell you he needs you.

“What do you need, mon chéri?”, he whines, being a complete goner when you start to speak to him in French. You smile and rubs his arms, the muscles flexing at your touched. “Mon chéri is touched starved, isn’t he? It’s been a few days; we didn’t have time to just lay together and cuddle.”

“A week”, he mumbles onto your skin. His beard brushes your skin, making you having goosebumps.

“I know, and I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck again, longer with a certain tenderness, a silent way to tell you…you don’t have to be sorry. “What do you want, mon chéri?”, he holds you tighter, his hands roaming your body, until they cup your breasts, you full and heavy breast. “Does mon chéri want some milk?”. Andy whimpers, a soft one, a quiet one, the one that says, yes, please.

You lead him to your bedroom, you let him take off your shirt and he growls softly at the sight, your breast full and some of it licking. “Yes, I pump already and he’s asleep…need you mon chéri.” He moans and lays you on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable. When he knows your good and takes off his work clothes, letting only his boxers and he lays on you, nuzzling your nipples with his nose and beard. “Oh, Andy, I miss you”, you murmur stroking his hair and passing your other hand in his beard. He closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you guide him to your nipple, he takes it in his mouth and sucks gently, moaning when the first drop lands on his tongue.

He holds you close, and you stroke his upper body and smile when you see him hard. “mon chéri needs me to take care of that too? Help you relax fully?”, he blushes and nods. You cup him above his boxers, and he bucks his hip. Tonight, you won’t tease him.

When he takes your other nipple into his mouth you start to jerk him off slowly and softly, the feather touch making him shivers.

He cums into your hand when the last drop of milk hits his palate. His eyes are still closed and he burries his face between your boobs. “Wanna nap, mon chéri?”, he plants a soft kiss on your skin, a silent, yes please. You smile and stroke his hair again, still holding his cock and your husband drift off to sleep.

Laughing, you reached a hand out to help her up. “Sorry, Agatha. You know how spring cleaning goes.” The brunette accepted your hand gratefully as you pulled her up. “Here, I’ll move these out of the way.”

You bent down to grab the random boxes of stuff she’d tripped over. “What brings you here anyway?” You looked up and saw that the witch’s gaze was focused on your exposed cleavage, thanks to your loose tank. This’ll be fun.

“Eyes up here Ags,” you laughed. Agatha averted her eyes quickly and tried (and failed) to lean against a chair that was usually there, instead finding herself flailing. Clearing her throat, she said, “Why, do I need a reason to see my favourite gal?” Her nonchalant tone contrasted with the blush on her cheeks and ears.

You quirked a brow. “No,” you said. “But if this is a social call then I’m sure you could help me out here.” You handed her some framed prints you’d recently bought. “It’d be such a help if you could hang these up for me. Pleasee,” you pouted.

The brunette rolled her eyes. “Since you asked so nicely,” she sighed dramatically, taking the frames from you and heading over to the living room wall. “And no magic Agatha!” You called. “Can’t take shortcuts.” You had to stifle a laugh when you heard her loud groan from the other room.

Agatha was struggling to figure out how to use a level to hang the frames. Stupid humans and their stupid tools. She managed to hang one and was trying to fix the next one when she heard your footsteps. “Y/N!” She called. “Can you help me out here? Can you use the level to make sure it’s straight?” Agatha looked over her shoulder at you and nearly dropped the frame she was holding against the wall.

You had at some point taken off your tank top and opted instead for a black sports bra. “Careful Ags!” You exclaimed and went over to her. You put your arms on either side of her and held up the level. You didn’t have to lean in as close as you did but where was the fun in that? You couldn’t help but smile when you noticed that the tips of her ears were bright pink.

Obviously, you knew exactly what you were doing when you changed into the sports bra. You and Agatha had been friends for a while and the two of you always flirted but it never really went any further. But after seeing the way she looked at you today..well that was all the confirmation you needed.

Agatha felt her brain short circuit when your chest pushed up against her back. Her body froze when she felt your leg make its way between hers, your thigh pressing against her core. Is this a dream? It has to be a dream.

“Looks fine to me,” you whispered in the witch’s ear, making her shiver. Neither of you bothered to move from the position you were standing in. “Are you okay Ags?” You said, placing a hand on her hip.

Agatha let out a soft gasp and you felt her slightly grind against your thigh. Your hand trailed to her front and gently teased at the waistband of her pants. You heard her breath hitch. “Is this okay?” You whispered.

“More than okay,” she breathed.

You began placing light kisses against her neck as your hand slipped into her underwear. Your fingers slid along her slit and you marvelled at how wet she was. “Wow, Agatha. All this for me?” You teased.

“Well,” she said breathily. “What did you think was gonna happen when you showed up looking all sexy in that outf- ah!” She was interrupted by your fingers rubbing against her clit. Her head fell back against your shoulder as you picked up your pace.

You felt your own core tighten as moan after moan spilled from Agatha’s lips. “Don’t stop Y/N.” Her hand reached out to brace against the wall while the other gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

You continued to suck at her neck, pleased at the marks forming on her pale skin. Soon enough, Agatha’s body seized up and she let out a loud cry. “Oh, fuck!” Her head fell forward as she spasmed in your arms.

You gently withdrew your hands while the brunette turned around to face you, her back against the wall. You took your fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her. Agatha watched you, slightly out of breath, before putting a hand around your neck to pull your mouth to hers. The kiss was heated, the witch clearly ready for more.

You pulled away and began trailing kisses down her jaw and neck while unbuttoning her shirt. You pulled down her bra and began teasing her breasts with your hands.

Agatha’s lips found yours again and you slid your tongue into her mouth, moaning. Her hands came up to bury themselves in your hair but you twisted her nipples lightly, making her gasp against your mouth. “No hands,” you smirked at her. You expected the witch to protest but surprisingly she only gave a slight huff before taking her hands away. “Good girl,” you said with a wink, pleased with how flustered Agatha got.

You continued your ministrations, trailing wet kisses down her stomach until you reached her pants. You gripped the waistband of her pants and underwear and pulled them down in one go, not wanting to waste any more time.

Agatha watched you wrap your mouth around her clit, her blue eyes burning into yours as she moaned your name. Your hands travelled up her thighs as you worked her clit with your tongue, your fingers teasing at her entrance. Agatha’s hands twitched from where she had them against the wall but she didn’t make any move to disobey you.

You slowly added two fingers inside her and began pumping them in and out. You felt heat in your own belly when you looked up to see Agatha with her eyes squeezed shut and cheeks flushed, profanities spilling out of her mouth. “More,” she moaned from above. You slipped another finger inside her.

“Fuck,” Agatha groaned. “Y/N,”

You looked up to see her eyes on you, fists clenched. You gave her a slight nod and her fingers wrapped themselves in your hair as she pulled your face harder against her sex. “That’s it!” she cried out, doubling over as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. You savoured the taste of her as more wetness flooded into your mouth.

You withdrew your fingers and stood up to kiss the panting witch. Agatha gave you a lazy grin as you pulled away, her eyes half-lidded. “Took you long enough.”

“I’m sorry, who was the one who came moaning my name two minutes ago?” You smirked.