Info - soft Dom Timothée, praise kink, stressed reader, soft dominance, unprotected sex, sub space, minor size kink if you squint, love making, after care, a little bit of sir kink
"You can't sleep can you Mon amour?" Asked my boyfriend.
"I'm sorry," I said guiltily. I didn't know he was awake. I'd been tossing and turning quite a bit.
"What's up love bug?" He asked.
"I just am so nervous about Monday. A wanted a promotion, don't get me wrong, but I'm so scared I'll fuck up and lose this," I sniffed. I felt so entire helpless.
"You feel stupid and weak and unprepared?" Timothée asked. I was taken aback by his brazen tone.
"Well yeah," I admitted.
"Let me meet you there," he whispered. I didn't know what he meant until he was gently sliding his hands up my sleep shirt. He pulled it off.
He dipped his head down and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked slowly. The noises turned me on immensely. As he carefully suckled he then pulled down my panties.
"Good girl," he murmured into my skin. I felt a thrill buzz through me. I was flushed and arching into him. He showed some dominance then and pushed my hips down.
"You're not doing anything, in this moment you aren't responsible for a single thing but feeling good," he instructed me. I nodded obediently but my breath hitched at the dark look in his eyes.
"Say yes sir," he purred.
"Yes sir," I gasped as his hard head nudged at my entrance. He slid in slowly.
"There's my good girl, you've got such a perfect cunt you know that?" He asked.
"I try," I whined with pleasure as he began to thrust.
"No, say it princess, tell me you've got a perfect cunt," he whispered in my ear. His voice was filled with such love yet so much command.
"I've got a perfect cunt," I stuttered out.
"There we go," he praised. He held my legs apart and began to thrust deeper. He was groaning deeply with bliss.
"You're so amazing you know? You're going to do perfect. I'm backing a winning horse, I've got no worries. It's the easiest thing in the world to encourage you," he told me.
"Oh Timothée," I breathed. I was selling up.
"It's okay baby, everything is going to be okay," he hushed me. Then his lips were on mine. He was in complete control of my body. His lips were everywhere. He sucked a love bite into my neck, he sucked on my heaving breasts, his lips met my nose and kissed the tears of relief away.
"That's my girl, my beautiful girl," he praised as he felt my walls clenching as I neared orgasm.
"You're a goddess, making love to you is the most wonderful thing I've ever had the privilege to do," he moaned. I was gasping for air as he took our intertwined fingers and raised our hands over our hands as he rocked into me.
"I want to keep you safe and happy for the rest of your life," he murmured. He was kissing me again. Each was sweet and relieving and tension loosening.
"You do so well for me every time. Your body is perfection. You fit me just right, your gorgeous snug pussy does wonders," he told me. I giggled and he was beaming. He rubbed his nose against mine. His forehead pressed to mine and our eyes were locked.
I lifted my legs, wanting to wrap them around him. He shook his head ever so slightly. I obeyed instantly and dropped my legs.
"Such a good listener," he crooned in a proud and impressed tone. He knew I needed him closer so he gathered me to him. My small body was engulfed with his larger one. He hugged me to him as he thrust into me. I was a whimpering mess.
"There's a good girl, that's good, just feel it. Forget all those worries, I've got you," he repeated over and over in my ear.
"C-can I come?" I whined, barely able to contain myself.
"Yes good girl, come on my cock, that's it," he guided me. I fell apart but he kept holding me and saying soothing praises.
"I, uhhh, Ohh, fuck, Timmy, holy shit, ahhh," I moaned. He grunted in pure ecstasy and panted heavily as spurts of cum began to fill me.
"Mmmmmm," I let out a high pitched sigh of delight. "I'm so full of you."
"Come on baby, you need to pee," he said.
"Don't wan it out of me," I said dreamily. I was fully in sub space. I didn't think I could move.
"Oh baby," he said lovingly. He got up. He was still naked when he easily picked me up. He opened the toilet lid with his foot and sat me down.
"Pee," he instructed and then left. I did as I was told, feeling like I might almost cry again because I wasn't looking at him.
He turned on the warm water and washed his hands. He then wet a comb and began to de tangled my hair. When he was finished he braided it loosely. I was enjoying the feeling of his hands on me, and in my tresses.
"Timothée, I love you so much," I whispered.
"I love you too y/n," he replied. He finished my hair and got a soft washcloth. He cleaned off the saliva he'd left on my skin and carefully he wiped in and around my pussy. He kissed my forehead and cheek every now and again. He smiled the entire time.
"Come on Mon amour, you need sleep so you can rock the world on Monday, just relax this weekend," he said softly. He picked me up again and took me to bed. He put my panties back on me but I refused the shirt. I wanted his warm bare skin on mine.
He held me close. I nestled into him like a baby bird safely under a wind. He sung to me and rocked me as I fell asleep in his arms. He was perfect.
