Thanksgiving Stuffing

Thanksgiving stuffing

- BG x Femme reader

-Graphic descriptions of sex, adult language, size kink, daddy kink, sub/dom

- 1,500

-for @taurasicomplex so she can stop sending me anon bg requests

“Fuck B, you know I gotta get this going before your mom an’em comes.” You say as BG wraps herself around you against the counter. You attempt to ignore her, flipping through your worn recipe book, trying to remember how much butter went in the cornbread.

“Mmmm, come on baby, calm down, you got half of tomorrow to cook too, and mom and pops will be here.” Her large hands wander under your apron and tease at the hem of your tee shirt.

“I gotta at least have the cornbread done by the time your parents get here, it would be embarrassing if I didn’t. Plus, I need to get the turkey out of its brine and stuff it.” You anxiously babble, and she leans downs to kiss your neck.

“Chill baby, you have plenty of time I promise, now, you need to relax a little.” B’s hands go around your hips and she lifts you with ease, sitting you on the small amount of free space on the counter.

“I don’t wanna hear it. I’ll clean up, but before you stuff the turkey… you gotta let me stuff you.” She gives you an exaggerated wink at her bad joke. You huff a laugh through your nose and shake your head, clearing a bit of space on either side of you. She leans forward, resting her hands in the newly cleared spaces as she cages you in.

“You’re just so cute in your apron, cooking up for me babygirl.” BG kisses down your jaw and neck, her plush lips feather light against your skin.

“I w..wanted to make a good impression.” You stammer and tilt your body to the side a bit, exposing more of your neck to her. She pulls away, her hands moving to your thighs and rubbing soothingly.

“I told you babygirl, they’re gonna like whoever is makin’ me happy. I promise, baby, my family is gonna love you.” B gives your thighs a supportive squeeze and resumes kissing down your neck. She subtly pulls your hips forward and steps between your thighs.

“B I really should be cooking.” You protest weakly, regretting only cooking in one of BGs big shirts and panties. Your protests are half hearted and she knew it. She pushes your knees up and back, tilting your hips and exposing your wet panties.

“My little babygirl is a liar, but that's ok.I just wanna ease your stress.” BG angles her large stature to support your legs as her nimble fingers tease the side of your underwear.

“Fuck. Ok… ok… hurry before your parents get here.” You give in in a flustered tone and wiggle out of your panties. As you drop them to the floor, B teases a finger through your folds.

“So wet for me” She groans and leans over the counter to kiss you, her finger still teasing and not giving you what you needed.

“Stop teasing, we’re on a time crunch.”

“That’s why I’m teasing babygirl, and ain’t nobody got a key; so nobody gonna see anything. I’m teasing cause you gotta relax mama.” She lifts your leg higher and kisses from your inner thigh all the way to your ankle bone above your slipper, the sudden move eliciting giggles from you.

“Alright, alright please” you whine and wiggle your ankle in her grasp.

“Please what babygirl? Please help you in the kitchen? Please mow the lawn? Please make you cum?” She teases and bites your thigh gently. You squirm on the counter and glare up at her.

“Please make me cum.”

“You know I was being so nice and wanted you to have some stress relief from cookin, but what was that attitude baby? Am I gonna have to get a little more stern?”

You moan and nod

“Please daddy make me cum.” You amend and she lowers your leg, her hand moving up your thigh to tease at your wet pussy again.

“Good girl.” B praises, and pushes one of her long fingers in your core.

“Oh fuck, daddy, yes.” You moan and lean back on your elbows to support yourself, BG leaned over you. She pumps her finger in and out, her thumb finding your clit and circling it lazily.

“You’re so tight baby girl, you can barely take one finger; I’m gonna stretch you out so good later when you cum all over my cock. I guess I gotta start prepping you now baby.” She groans and introduces another thick finger to your core. You whimper at the stretch and sit up a little to grab her.

“I need more of you, daddy, please.” You know there’s no time for the strap right now, but B was perfectly proficient with her fingers. You cling to her, needing to feel more of her strong body.

“Shhh you gotta relax then baby, come on, let daddy into your pretty pussy.” She croons and captures your lips in a brutal kiss. You moan against her in response and your hips jolt as she pushes a second finger in, stretching your tight cunt deliciously. BG grins into the kiss and crooks her finger up, hitting the sensitive spot inside you.

“Oh fuck yes! Please, more like that daddy!” You beg and sag back onto the counter, arms under you for support. B braces herself against the counter and brings her free hand up to cradle your head, letting you rest in her big hand. Her motions don’t stop, moving in c motion, the heal of hand rubbing against your clit as she buries her fingers deep.

“You like that babygirl? Getting stuffed by my fingers?” Her voice was rough with lust, but you saw the smile on her face at her little joke.

“Yes daddy, yes!” You whimper, and your pussy throbs around her thick fingers.

“See now you’re nice and relaxed, that’s what you needed, and now you’re gonna cum for daddy. I wanna feel your tight pussy spasm around my fingers, then you’re gonna stand up and make the rest of our thanksgiving dinner with your cum dripping down your thighs. My good little wife.” BG rambled before bending down to kiss you sloppily. Her fingers move faster; her pace punishing as she thrusts into you.

“Fuck good girl, squirting on my fingers? You’re close.” BG thrusts her fingers up and pushes down on your belly.

“You feel me here babygirl?” She groans. Her finger brushes your cervix and you moan, your orgasm close.

“Need’ta cum daddy please” you beg and grab her shoulder.

“Alright baby,since you’re such a good girl I’m gonna let you cum all over my hand.” B smirks and slows her pace but makes each movement deliberate. Your pussy quivers around her and your breath hitches as you approach your peak. As your pussy spams around her fingers, she groans “that’s right baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers, right now baby.” Her voice is soft but you can hear the demand in it. She grinds her palm against your clit one more time and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you.

“Oh shit B!” You moan.

“Fuck good girl baby” BG praises and kisses you again, her tongue and fingers moving in slow rhythm together.

You tremble and ride and waves of your orgasm, her touch turning gentler to draw it out. She pulls her fingers out and brings them up to your mouth.

“Lick them clean for me.” She commands and stands straighter. You close your mouth around her fingers and swirl your tongue. She pushes her fingers deeper, forcing you to gag on your own release. Tears spring to your eyes and she bent down and kisses them away, finally pulling her finger out slightly. You gasp for air and try to slurp up the spit.

“Mmm did you taste good baby? Clean it all off my fingers.” She commands gently and straightens your rumpled apron lovingly. You lick her fingers clean and press a small kiss on the cross tattooed on her finger. B gives a hum of contentment and pulls her hand away.

“Alright babygirl why don’t we take round two to the bedroom and I can fuck you in nothing but your apron.” She nibbles your earlobe as you try to compose yourself.

“It depends on how much time we have-“ The gate bell sounds and your time is up.

“Fuck and I don’t even have the turkey in the oven.” You groan and slide off the counter.

“It’s ok, you go get dressed baby and I’ll blame myself, trust me, they’ll believe it.” BG rests her chin on the top of your head , helping you untie the apron before she hugs you close.