DemiMarg Oneshots

Mommy's Girl (Smut)

Margaretha twirled around the bedroom, softly humming to herself. She heard a small noise behind her. She turned around to be faced with Demi leaning against the doorway. She was smiling, her arms crossed.

"Why did you stop dear?" she asked.

Margaretha blushed and rubbed her arm.

"I-I don't know."

Demi stepped forward towards her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She slid off her cap and it fell to the floor. Margaretha rested her hands on Demi's chest and looked away. Demi smirked and cupped her cheeks.

"Aren't you gonna dance more for me Margie?~"

"I don't wanna, I'm embarrassed..."

"I'm sorry sweetie." Demi apologized.

Margaretha sighed and sat on the bed, Demi following. She leaned her head on Demi's shoulder, letting out a loud groan.

"I'm bored now, but I don't want to dance. Can we do something? I don't mind what it is, I just don't wanna be bored."

Demi gently pushed her onto the pillow and she yelped.

"W-what are you doing?"

Demi leaned to her and kissed her forehead. Margaretha's face flushed and she turned her head. Demi kicked off her shoes and climbed on top of her.

"You said you were bored didn't you? Do you want me to continue?" she asked, smiling softly.

Margaretha thought for a moment and nodded her head. Demi excitedly grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down slowly. Margaretha whined and shuffled around, holding her arms close to her chest.

"Are you alright dear?"

"I'm fine... keep going."

Demi completely removed her shorts and threw them aside. Margaretha squeezed her eyes closed and her mouth trembled.

This is so embarrassing.

Demi cupped her cheeks and tilted her head up. She brushed her thumbs against them. Margaretha opened her eyes and blushed. Demi lowered herself down to Margaretha's panties and pulled them down with her teeth. Margaretha bit down on her hand as she looked down. Demi sat back up and fondled Margaretha's chest, squeezing it. She trailed her hand up her top and slid it off. She unclipped the back of her bra and threw it to the side. She let her hands explore her body and Margaretha jolted at her touch.

"You're adorable Margie."

"T-that's not true."

Demi's eyes widened slights an she pecked Margaretha's lips. She held one of her cheeks and smiled tenderly.

"Don't say that, you're absolutely gorgeous to me princess" she purred.

Margaretha looked at her and gave her a small grin.

"Ok, I believe you." she giggled.

Demi slipped her fingers down Margaretha's hips. She continued to lower them, eventually reaching her pussy. She rubbed it slowly and Margaretha's legs twitched. She wined faintly and covered her face with her arms. Demi continued to rub her lightly to start her off slow. After a while of teasing she applied a small amount of pressure on her clit. Margaretha's legs shook and her knees hit off of each other. She wiggled her hips a little.

"Is this ok?"

She nodded her head frantically. Her breaths became heavy and she turned her head to the side. Demi used one of her fingers to rub Margaretha's pussy.