they were dressed modestly, typically, well. they looked like the child your parents would compare you to, tell you that you should be more like them. they were the definition of the kind of partner you'd want to bring home to meet the parents (or corrupt).
"you look so... proper." she said blunted, smoothed by a subtle smile.
"thank you." they responded warmly, a earnest smile spreading across their face. "i really enjoy dressing up."
"oooo, dressing up?"
"like putting together a nice outfit."
"sooo... not like roleplay?"
"...roleplay?" their face contorted in confusion as their eyes wandered in thought. "like those historical reanactors? i mean, i like history, but i don't think th-"
"no, like-" she laughed through her words. "like, a housemaid who just can't seem to stop dropping things and picking them up really slowly."
"oh." they flushed lightly. "no, no, no. i've never- i'm not- i don't- i'm sorry if i confused you." they rambled, earnest as ever.
"you'd be cute." she said under her breath, turning her face away from them.
"as a maid?!"
she turned back to them and just smiled, mischief in her eyes.
"....i'd be cute if i was clumsy..??" they asked like they were trying to crack a riddle.
she didn't respond, just kept on smiling.
"bent over?!?!"
"not specifically, just... dressed up." she finally responded, enjoying watching them fumble.
"...dressed up how? your 'dressed up' or my 'dressed up'? ...dressed up as what?"
"do you have any kinks?" she asked with a darkening in her eye, ignoring their string of questions.
"...kinks?"
"oh, you really don't know anything? you pure, innocent flower." she patronized. "like fetishes, kinda—just things you're into."
"oh. uh... i don't- i- i guess i don't know." they fidgeted. "...none?"
"none? well, that's okay; we all start somewhere." she smirked.
"c'mere." she ordered, snapping her fingers.
they immediately came over closer to her.
"so obedient." she cooed.
something in them rumbled.
"d'you like that?" she asked in a sultry tone, almost mocking.
they shrugged shyly.
she ran her fingers along their jaw, tilting their head up when they got to their chin.
"may i kiss you?" her low voice rang out.
a wave of excitement flowed through them as they started to urgently nod.
she grabbed their face and pulled them closer, kissing them deeply. she ran her hand into their face, holding them close. after a breathless string of kisses, she pulled away and planted a kiss just below their jaw. she continued to kiss all over their neck—slow, deep kisses. their breath picked up as they started to subtly squirm.
she pulled away to look them in the eyes.
"that feel good?" she asked, watching the difference in their eyes.
she dove back to their neck, kissing down to the base. they started to let out quiet, pathetic whimpers; it made her head reel.
she pulled away.
"y'wanna make me feel good?" she asked, eyes sinking into them.
they started nodding, lips between their teeth.
"yes. please, i would love to." they rambled out, breathless and desperate.
"you wanna be good for me?"
"please. yes, so much. please." they begged.
"look at what i've awoken in you." she cooed.
their stomach sunk.
"do you wanna suck my strap?" she asked, mischief in her voice.
they nodded passionately, unsure of what exactly a "strap" was, but ready and desperate to suck whatever she asked them to.
a smirk grew across her face.
"one second." she grabbed her equipment, slid off her pants, and secured the harness on her.
"knees." she commanded.
they immediately got on their knees in front of her, looking up at her with desperate, half-there eyes.
they gently placed their hands on her hips.
"suck." she spat, glaring down at them with a smirk on her face.
they moved their hands slowly to the base of her strap as their stomach fell further.
she watched as they shyly took the tip of the strap into their mouth, the way they peered up at them, the way they looked under her.
the image of a modest, put-together person on their knees moaning as they sucked on a hunk of plastic (just because she told them to) had her mind reeling.
they quickly shed their shyness and indulged themselves on her strap. they got off on how desperately they were trying to please her in a way that she couldn't even physically feel. the thought of how much of a needy freak they were being made them dizzy.
they let out guttural moans as they tried to take the whole thing in, moaning harder when they choked or felt her eyes like the sun burning their skin.
she grabbed them by the hair and pulled them off.
"y'liked that?" she mocked. "y'know... it vibrates too." she watched their mind race. "now, beg for it."
