Dramaqueen2905 : Yandere Canada or America walking in on reader masterbating and punishing them with overstimulation! Please!
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Holds tacos: Why not have both?
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Canada hasn't forced himself on you since bringing you here, maybe a few times in your sleep. It could be the only explanation, right? He's been using your body mildly while you're unconscious, that's why you've been increasingly gaining a higher sex drive.
And... He was out at the moment, right? So, so maybe it would be okay if you just diddled a little? As if on camera, you shimmied under the sheets more, bringing them up to your nose before raising your legs and slipping your fingers over your pyjamas shorts. You weren't wearing any underwear so the fabric wasn't hiding much. The moment the cool touch of your fingertips reached your pussy, you gasped.
Licking your parched lips, you became slightly bolder and dipped your middle finger between your heated folds. You dragged it up the line of your pussy, a high-pitched noise squeaking from you as you circled your clit with a pressure that made you twitch. Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you braved a single finger to enter your tight, wet hole.
"Nn~a~" You mewled in pleasure, imagining the forbidden love of your kidnapper.
Canada will find out, whether he catches you in the act or not. He will bring it up, commenting on how these things are easily manageable. He'll take the time to personally teach you, making it seem all your idea. In the back of your head, you will know he is only using this as an excuse to finally touch you (while conscious), though once his fingers touch you you will be putty in his arms.
Catching you in the act, however, he will come right in and teach you how it's down. Why don't you rely on him more? Don't you know he can be everything you need if you just relax more? As much as he loves watching you, he really wants you to get used to him first. Now lay back and let your Canadian bacon take the reigns~ He'll please you all night long.
He's got out certain toys you didn't even know he had, vibrators with different sensations you didn't even know were possible. One orgasm after the other, you're crying by the end of the night for him to, "Please, have some mercy."
Maybe next time you will think about asking him to help get you off.
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America is a whore for you, and sometimes you just miss the nice touches you would give yourself on nights alone before he had taken you. Or maybe it was a cry for love that wasn't forced. Whatever the reason, you were fed up, stressed, and just wanted to take your frustrations out on your clit.
America had been gone for days at a time lately, so it was the perfect opportunity to relieve yourself. You had a shower, touching yourself and moaning into the sensation, hands groping over your breasts and pulling hard at your nipples. When you reached your pussy, you couldn't help the gasp and crushing of your thighs around your hand, pushing you further into your clit.
You were so involved, lost in the pleasure and sound of the shower, that any indication of your 'lover's' return was beyond you. America is definitely someone who will not interfere such a precious moment between you, instead standing in the doorway and admiring the view. He pulled his cock out, heart racing at the scene before him. What if you caught him? You'd probably scream and throw bottles at him. He wanted to see if you could even cum without him, using your petty fingers to get such an important job done. If anything, you should only be able to arouse yourself to an aggravating point.
It wasn't impossible to get yourself off, it's just that America has trained your body so well. It takes you a little longer than usual, but, eventually you end up slumped on the shower floor. The water hits your head and helps wash away the shame that comes with an okay orgasm. It's only when you finally regain your breath that you see him by the door, his semen leaking down his hand and between his fingers as he still grips his half-hard cock.
His shit-eating grin is more than enough to show that you're in trouble, but why would he stop there? America just had to rub it in, "My naughty little girl~ Yeah, you know you're in trouble now, don't'cha?" You felt like a dog that just got into the rubbish. He took his slow time to wander over to you, stripping himself completely before entering the shower. His strong grip gabbed at your wrist, yanking you up and pulling you against his cool chest. His fingers idly began playing with your oversensitive clit, breath against your ear giving you goosebumps, "Now, who said you could play with yourself alone, hm? You know you're not allowed without my permission. You have to call me first if I'm not home."
He was waiting for you to reply, to acknowledge that you were in the wrong. Maybe that's another reason you do it, because being 'bad' is the most exhilarating thing since he won't let you out of the goddamn house. "I-I know," you whimpered, moving your hands to get his own off of your body.
America wasn't having it, though, slapping them away hard enough to sting. "Don't move," he ordered, moving his palms under your thighs, using his strong, raw, American strength to lift you up. Up. Oh Jesus- You had to hold onto his scalp as he pushed your arse against the tiles and shoved his face in your pussy. You felt so high up and prayed that he wouldn't slip or drop you. Squirming was a bad idea but it was just so much, tears leaking from your eyes as you cried for him to stop, or at least put you down and take it to the bedroom. "You chose the shower, didn't you? I'll eat out your tender pussy until you get all pruney."
"Sto~p," you moaned, bucking against him whilst simultaneously scooching into the wall.
He just gave a humourful laugh against the wet, abused petals of your cunny, "No way, babe. This is your punishment. If you wanna cum so bad then I'll give it to ya. Now, repeat after me, 'I will not touch myself without America watching...'..."
