Mastering the CEO

Commission for Elise

Request: Househusband (Monster) x Chubby Fem Reader x HouseWife Fem Friend: Reader is a big CEO at her own company and because of this she is never home (workaholic). So because of this her partners start to feel neglected and while they try to tell her she doesn’t really understand (not paying attention). This is really all I have for the premise. I didn’t really know what direction to take this so feel free to take it in any direction.

Orc x fem!human x chubby fem!reader || hurt/comfort, sharing is caring, degradation (very light), oral sex, dom/sub dynamics

You arrive home late, as always. You know you promised your partners to be there for dinner, but once again being the CEO of your own company is shitty if you want to have some kind of life-work balance. You are feeling pretty shitty about breaking your promises, and it only gets worse when you open the door and find them cuddling on the sofa.

Your stomach clenches with longing, and they say nothing. Not a single word. You try really hard not to scream, your nerves fried after a long day, and them giving you the cold shoulder only makes you want to hide in the closet and fall asleep for a whole week.

But you are an adult. You are a successful woman, you can totally be assertive about this. You know you fucked up and broke a promise, but you are here, you can fix this.

“Hey! I’m sorry I’m late, work was very…” You try to explain as you approach them. You want to throw yourself across their laps, sharing some of their warmth after a killer day.

But your wife is not having any of that. “Always is, isn’t it?” Your wife comment makes your jaw clench, a spark of fury mixes with the uneasiness in your heart. You can’t snap at her, you can’t. She did nothing wrong, you try to repeat yourself.

“Huh? Are you okay?” Your husband says when he looks at you, he’s frowning, worry looking bad in his precious green face.

“Yes. Nothing happened. I’m… I’m going to bed,” you finally say when they do nothing to make you feel welcome in their cuddle pile.

You turn to leave when your wife mutters: “As always.”

You frown, turning around and snapping at her: “What do you mean by that?!”

And that’s all it takes for her to snap back. “You are never here anymore! We barely touched in the past month! It’s like you aren’t even a part of this marriage!” Her words cut so deep you have to rub your chest, trying to alleviate some of the pain.

You are speechless, gaping like a fish as she stares at you and your husband stands silently to her side. You can see his hand going up and down her back, comforting her. You almost want to cry, you want some of that comfort, too. You wanted to argue, to tell her to fuck off, but seeing them across from you like you were an outsider made your insides crumble.

“I… I…” You have no excuses. “I’m sorry,” you finally let out, a sob stuck in your throat and tears filling your eyes.

“Oh shit,” your husband says at the same time your wife lets out a sob of her own.

And before you realize, you two are crossing the distance and hugging as you cry your eyes out against each other. Your husband, being the emotional stunt orc that he is, just stands close to you two, patting your backs and mumbling sweet words that mean absolutely nothing. You almost want to laugh, but you can’t stop crying. After all the stress and anxiety, after all the extra hours and not touching your partners in so long, you feel a little bit more than touch starved.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve missed you guys so much, but I… I can’t. There’s so much to do, and I can’t do it all, and the naga from accounting left and, and…” You are trying to explain, but your words are muffled on her neck as she rubs your back softly, mumbling love words against your head and making you cry harder.

Your orc husband takes that as a sign that he should join, his big arms coming around the both of you, squeezing you together and grunting as he pulls you up a few centimeters just because he can. You let out a wet laugh, and your wife does the same.

“Are you better?” She asks you, her hands groping and hugging and pinching every part of you she can reach. It’s like she’s trying to make sure you are real, that you are there with them.

“I… I should be the one asking that,” you tell her with a chuckle.

“I’m okay, it’s been very stressful weeks. But you are here now, right?” You nod, sniffling. She coos at you, and your insides do a flip. Her eyes darken as she pulls back from you, and you know exactly what that means. When she says: “You need to be punished for neglecting us,” you already expected it, and your pussy is getting wet.

There’s only one possible response to that: “What do you want me to do, Mistress?” You look intensely at her as she pulls back completely, grabbing your husband’s hand and pulling him along. They walk to the bedroom, and you follow like a lost puppy.

She stands in the middle of the room when she announces: “You are going to eat me out, and then you are going to suck his dick… And when we are done, if we feel charitable enough… we might let you come, too.” Her words make your blood boil, and you want nothing more than to fall to your knees and comply with her orders, but not coming? You’ve been tortured enough by work.

“What?! I can’t come?” You try not to sound too offended, but you fail miserably.

“If you are good…” Your orc adds with a smirk, his tusks glistening under the soft light.

“That’s not fair,” you say with a pout.

“Don’t talk about what’s fair when I haven’t seen your pussy in over a week because of your crazy work hours,” your husband’s tone is dark, almost dangerous. You always forget how dominant he can get, and how fucking much you love it. And it only adds to your wife’s dark eyes, making you want to whimper. “Get naked, now,” your husband orders.

You comply, rushing to get your suit off your body, getting your bra twisted in your arm and almost falling in your hustle to get it out. They only stare at you, making you all kinds of embarrassed, which only adds to your growing arousal. They take off their pajamas, and all three of you are looking at each other, drinking the other’s nakedness.

But your wife is not exactly patient. “On your knees, is time for you to pleasure us,” your wife order leaves no room for arguing.

You fall to your knees in front of them in a second. That’s harsh, and you almost want to tell her that, but you don’t, you do as told and cross your arms behind your back. She pulls back, sitting on the edge of the bed, a few feet away from you.

Her next order catches you prepared: “Crawl to me.” You are more than happy to obey that one, especially when she opens her legs and you see how pretty her pussy is. “Hands behind your back, honey. You can suck and lick, but you can’t touch.”

You launch yourself to her, face first on her pussy, licking and sucking and going completely berserk on her. It’s fantastic. She tastes like home, and when your husband pushes the tip of his green dick against your cheek, you can’t do anything but to pull back for a second to give him some attention, too. It continues like that, alternating between sucking your wife’s clit and your orc’s tip, making both of them moan as you get increasingly desperate.

Their taste, their touch… They are driving you crazy as you give them what they asked for. But it’s not enough, for neither of you. Your orc starts grunting, his big hand coming around his shaft as he starts jerking himself next to your face. You look up at him, tongue out and eyes hooded. He curses, and grabs your hair, directing your face back to your wife’s pussy. You eat her like you are starving, but not three seconds later he’s pulling your head back and jerking himself furiously over her center.

As soon as he comes, he kneels behind you, groping and touching every inch of your body. His big hands make you feel almost little, but he never lets you forget how much he loves your rolls and your big breasts, the curve of your hips and your soft belly. He caresses and gropes like he’s worshiping you, and it’s so distracting you stop licking your wife for a few seconds, enticing a low growl from her that if you didn’t know better you’d thought she’s the orc one. But no, your pretty human wife is pulling at your hair and redirecting your mouth right where she wants it.

You feast on her, using every trick you know to make her fall into pieces. She comes against your tongue, her juices mixing with your husband’s come, making everything sticky and perfect as you devour every little drop of pleasure and desire off her.

They are panting, your wife’s hands in your hair, your husbands on your boobs… “Can I come, please, Mistress? Please, Master?” You look at them as you beg, your eyes are teary and your pussy is clenching painfully over nothing, your husband’s touch only making it harder for you.

“Get on the bed, it’s our turn now,” she says darkly. “You better call in sick tomorrow, we’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go to the office tomorrow.” Her eyes are dark, and her smile dangerous, and the way your husband pulls you up and throws you to the bed only makes you let out an embarrassing screech before there’s hands and mouths all over you and you are crying out their names.