im obsessed! your writing is soo addictive could you do a y/n with mommy kink X Carol where Carol finds y/n masturbating and punishes her for it; bonus if there is squirting ;)
Y/N had been waiting for almost an hour now for Carol, but they weren’t worried. In fact, they were chiding themselves, as the longer they waited the gigglier and more excited they got.
Y/N was planning to surprise Carol with a little something. Well, rather, barely a little more than nothing.
Carol’s day had been nothing but stressful, the blonde tied up in meetings with vendors for the furniture house, and messages from Harge’s lawyer, and Abby was sick, leaving Carol to manage the shop and their most recent dealings alone. Carol had called Y/N at lunch, sighing and murmuring how she wished she was home with you instead and how she wished she could flee right there and fall into your arms the second she was done, but Y/N had the displeasure of reminding her that she had a meeting at Rindy’s school after work and that a long hug and her subsequent collapse would have to wait a little while longer.
Y/N thought about drawing the blonde a bath, but there were some days where the stress went beyond a bath, and Carol wanted to simply fall against the bed and close her eyes. End the day early. Head straight to bed. And Y/N could certainly help with that.
The idea was enthralling. Y/N wasn’t sure how long Carol’s meeting would last, laying against silk sheets, hair tousled against the pillows, thinking about Carol.
Welcoming her home. Wrapping arms around her tight in an embrace. Pulling her in. Your skin close. Your lips brushing until Y/N could pull a gasp from the blonde’s lips. Ease her onto the bed. Tell her to relax. To let go. To give in to Y/N.
Y/N wanted to taste her. It was a craving. A must. Y/N’s mouth was watering just thinking about it. There was nothing like tasting Carol. Nothing like the flavor of her on your tongue.
Maybe even better than Carol’s tongue on you, though the thought sent delicious tingles down Y/N’s spine as they let out a shaky breath, sliding down the sheets slightly as their hand trailed across their thigh softly, wishing it was the blonde’s delicate fingers. Suddenly caught up in the fantasy, surroundings fading away as Y/N’s hands traveled underneath their barely-there slip, breath hitching as Y/N felt their own wetness, moaning with relief as deft fingers trailed slow and teasing, losing themselves entirely as they hastened the pace, letting Carol’s name fall from their lips, teetering on the edge with a soft curse until—
“Well, isn’t this a delightful surprise?” A voice mused, Y/N practically hearing the smirk in Carol’s voice.
“C-Carol,” Y/N gasped, sitting up suddenly, hand still between their thighs as they snapped their legs shut, cheeks turning red.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account, darling,” Carol smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed as Y/N’s eyes watched Carol’s hands, fingers sliding gloves off before they fell to the floor, her coat following shortly behind as she turned to face Y/N. “You look like you were enjoying yourself?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” Y/N admitted, looking down, suddenly bashful, trying to ignore the wetness rubbing against their thighs as they watched Carol crawl forward, pencil skirt and blouse and heels still on, rich perfume wrapping around them like a vice.
“It was quite the surprise,” she whispered, with a chuckle, brushing Y/N’s hair back and tucking it behind their ear. “But would you have kept going, darling? If I wasn’t here? Hmm? You know you aren’t supposed to come without my permission.”
Y/N let out a shaky breath as they nodded their head. “I wanted—I—yes, I was going to,” Y/N admitted quietly as Carol clicked her tongue. “I was thinking about you and I—I’m sorry, mommy,” Y/N whispered, looking up at the blonde with guilty eyes.
“So naughty, Y/N,” Carol breathed, her nose ghosting along Y/N’s face before it brushed against their lips. She straddled Y/N’s body, rolling down the covers to spread Y/N’s legs, groaning at the glistening arousal between them. “Whatever were you thinking about me doing, darling?” Carol whispered, nails trailing down Y/N’s body, teasing over the silk fabric. “Couldn’t resist a little touch could you? Even though I wasn’t here and you wouldn’t be able to beg me oh, so nicely to let you come. I think that’s cause for some punishment, Y/N. Don’t you?”
“Yes, mommy,” Y/N whispered, Carol rolling them gently to their stomach, caressing their bare bottom as they sucked in a breath before she brought her hand down hard with a smack.
“I think four more should do it,” Carol decided. “Count them for me, would you darling?”
“T-two,” Y/N gasped, as her hand came down again. “Thank you, mommy.”
Y/N counted and thanked Carol for each spank before they felt the coolness of Carol’s lips, kissing and soothing over the redness, rolling Y/N to their back once more.
“What do you say, Y/N?”
“I’m sorry, mommy,” YN breathed, still squirming beneath the blonde. “God, I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be good for you.”
“How good?” Carol asked, her tongue settling between Y/N’s thighs as they whimpered, starting to lap at them. “You’re going to come for me, Y/N. And then you’re going to come for me again, and again, and again.”
“I—Fuck, it’s too much, I—shit.”
“Too much?” Carol chuckled, pushing three fingers inside before her tongue returned, lapping faster, the blonde pushing Y/N’s legs apart as they tried to push them back together. “But you were so greedy before when I wasn’t here. Now that I’m home—“
“Fuck, I—mommy, please, shit— I—oh god.”
Carol looked up at Y/N in awe for only a moment before her smile grew wicked.
“Well,” she chuckled. “Someone is excited. That was quite the surprise, darling.”
“I’m sorry, mommy—I—“
“Nonsense,” Carol whispered, her head disappearing behind creamy thighs once more. “Now that I know you can do that. You’re going to do that for me again and again and again. Until you just can’t take it anymore.”
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Okay. Now I’m interested. How about a Carol/Abby fic where they fall back into the affair?
I have no other specifics but I’m confident you’ll make it into a fantastic story as usually do. :)
“I feel a bit guilty,” Carol sighed, leaning over so Abby could light the cigarette she held between her lips.
“Why?” Abby snorted. “Because you’re finally having good sex again?”
“You mean sex at all,” Carol winked with a laugh, but her face stilled as she took a puff of her cigarette, watching the smoke curl through the air as she looked off, her blue eyes, seeming empty and far away. “I’m lying to Harge again.”
“Are you?” Abby sighed. “Or is he just too blind to see what’s going on? Does he even realize how unhappy you are? Probably too caught up in his own life to notice.”
“No, it’s not that,” the blonde frowned. “Well, that’s part of it. Of course. But he doesn’t really care. He’s never really cared. As long as we look presentable to society and his mother and Rindy looks happy and I look pretty, that’s all that matters to him.”
“Carol,” Abby started, frowning with concern as she reached out for Carol’s bare shoulder, the blonde shaking it off as she looked down at the sheets around them, biting at her lip.
“I told him that we were over,” Carol admitted with a shy smile as she met Abby’s eyes. “That we were over, long before Harge and I were over. But that’s not exactly true, is it?”
“It was true,” the brunette sighed. “Maybe not so much now,” she laughed, gesturing to the bed they were sharing before taking a draw of her own cigarette. “But it was true then. And you had only thought you and Harge were getting into a bit of a rough spot. We didn’t think it would last this long. I never dreaded it would get even worse than it was. The things he’s said to you about me and used Rindy to keep you behaved like some sort of animal pining for a treat.”
“I’m tired of arguing with him,” Carol whispered. “Abby, I’m so tired.”
“I know, honey,” she frowned, playing with one of Carol’s curls as the blonde leaned into her touch. They both chose to ignore her initial flinch. Abby’s heart panging at the realization that her dearest friend probably wasn’t used to receiving affection as simple as this anymore. Her husband barely paid her any attention at all. Gifts of perfume and pearls and letting her have ice cream dates with her own daughter wasn’t the same at love. Wasn’t much of anything at all.
“I shouldn’t be doing this, Abby,” Carol smiled sadly, tears welling in her eyes. “Tell me we can’t do this.”
“I can’t say such a thing,” Abby whispered, her fingers moving from Carol’s hair to her cheek as she stroked it gently, leaning in towards the blonde as she breathed her in. “I can’t say that you don’t deserve love. That you don’t deserve pleasure. That he has no idea what s stupid, useless moron he is,” she whispered, kissing Carol deeply as the blonde tried to stop her away with barely any effort, as if it was just for show. “Abby, we shouldn’t—“
“Why shouldn’t we?” Abby whispered, kissing Carol softly as her hands trailed down the blonde’s chest, brushing against her nipples as Carol gasped. “Why shouldn’t you feel good? Have someone worship you and your gorgeous body?”
“Abby,” Carol breathed, the name half-protest and half pleasure as Abby kissed down her chest, pushing carol gently back against the pillows until the blonde was laying horizontal, her eyes fluttering closed as her hips rolled up to meet Abby’s as her own slid against her, nose running down the curve of her abs and stomach, before her head disappeared between the blonde’s thighs.
“Does he have any idea how glorious you taste?” Abby whispered, her eyes meeting Carol’s blue ones, now darkened with lust as her long tongue swiped through the blonde’s folds, Carol arching off the bed with a moan. “Can he make you come with his tongue like I can?”
“Fuck,” Carol gasped, her hands finding Abby’s head as she pushed her down against her, moaning as she heard how wet she was for Abby her tongue lapping at her happily and greedily, creating vibrations as she moaned against the blonde. “God….I…Fuck, I missed this.”
“You missed coming on my tongue?” Abby smirked, looking up as she wiped Carol’s arousal from her chin with a cocky grin.
“Don’t tease me, you nitwit,” Carol gasped, lifting her thigh sharply as she pushed it between Abby’s legs, making the brunette gasp. “How long has it been since you’ve ridden my thigh?”
“As long as it’s been since you’ve ridden my face,” Abby moaned, Carol’s thigh pushing against her more forcefully.
“I want you inside me,” Carol decided, tugging Abby’s hands towards her before pulling her in for a kiss, groaning as she tasted herself on Abby’s lips. “And then I want to touch you, Abby. I want to make you scream my name.”
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