A/N: In which Emily has a plushie problem, but she and Beca come up with a solution (nsfw);
"Beca, what if Barnaby gets sad if I sleep with Moolissa instead of him tonight?"
Beca had barely made it back into the bedroom from her shower before she was hit with the question from her girlfriend.
"What?" she asked, clearly confused. Emily was standing at the edge of their bed dressed in her new Christmas pajamas, looking between her aged but clearly loved teddy bear that always slept somewhere in the bed with her and Beca and the brand new squishmallow plushie Beca had just given her that day for Christmas. It was a medium sized stuffed cow, who Emily had apparently named while Beca had been in the shower.
"I don't want Barnaby to be sad because I always sleep with him," Emily said slowly, "but Moolissa just looks so squishy and huggable and I want to try to sleep with her tonight."
It took Beca another few more seconds to realize what the problem was (it had been a long Christmas day, getting up early with Emily, visiting her dad, Emily's mom, and the Bellas, and she was tired; but the hot shower had revived her a bit) before she came up with a suggestion.
"Can't you just sleep with both of them?" she asked, but Emily shook her head.
"Then I won't be giving my full attention to either of them," she replied. "And I want to give them both affection, and you too, of course, and I just don't know what to do."
"Em, it's okay," Beca said, coming over to the bed and putting a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "Toy Story wasn't real, they won't get their feelings hurt if you don't sleep with them."
"But what if they do?" Emily asked, looking between the plushies again. "We don't know."
"Baby, I promise they'll be fine," Beca said. She was feeling a little bit of disbelief that she was having this conversation, but realized that it was such an Emily thing that she couldn't even be surprised by it. "We don't sleep with the cats every single night, and they're fine. In fact, they prefer to sleep by themselves. Maybe that's how Moolissa is, too. So you can sleep with Barnaby again tonight and I bet she'll be fine."
Emily took a moment to think about Beca's words before nodding. "And you won't be sad if I don't sleep with her either? Because I do really love her, and I don't want you to think I don't or anything."
Beca leaned over and kissed Emily's cheek. "I know you love her, and I promise I won't be sad." She paused a moment before adding, "But maybe instead of sleeping with her, we could do what I suggested earlier?"
Emily's stressed look disappeared, and was quickly replaced with a mischievous smile.
"Test out just how squishy and huggable she is by holding her while you test out that new toy we got on me?"
Beca nodded. "Maybe she can be that kind of plushie instead?"
Emily kept her mischievous smile. "The kind of plushie I hold while you rail me? I'd like that."
Emily hugged her plushie as she felt Beca's tongue lightly tease around her pussy, squeezing it a little tighter around its middle as her girlfriend's tongue finally brushed over her swollen clit. When Beca began sucking on her clit, Emily leaned her head back and let out a moan. Beca could feel the way Emily's thighs trembled slightly, and knew she was on the right track. She removed one of her hands from around Emily's thigh and paused sucking on her clit for only a second to lick her fingertips before lightly touching them to Emily's slick entrance, collecting her spreading wetness before gently pressing two digits inside her. Emily was already so wet from Beca's teasing, her pussy practically sucked in Beca's fingers, all the way to the first knuckle. Emily groaned and hugged the plushie tighter in her arms, letting out a moan as Beca began slowly pumping her fingers.
"My clit..." she managed, and without another word, Beca dipped her head and gave Emily's clit a few kisses before resuming sucking on it, as if it was a piece of candy. Emily's hips bucked, pressing against Beca's mouth as she continued, and Beca squeezed Emily's thigh with her hand.
"Pleasepleaseplease," Emily whined, closing her eyes as Beca's tongue switched back to flicking it and fingering her. She continued for a few more minutes (pushed on by Emily's moans and whines), before grudgingly pulling away. She gave Emily's clit one more quick, wet kiss to compensate for the whimpers she got in response, before sliding her fingers out of her and lifting her head.
"I think you're ready and wet enough to take my new strap now," she said, sitting up and moving away from between Emily's legs.
"No wait, I was almost there..." Emily whined again, confused and already slightly hazy headed, before Beca came back. She had the new strap in hand, and Emily felt her stomach flip, and unconsciously hugged the plushie tighter again. Beca made sure Emily was watching her as she slid its base into the harness, before grabbing Emily's thighs and pulling her to the very edge of the bed. Once Beca was standing right in between Emily's legs again, she grabbed the strap in one hand and laid it over Emily's pussy. It was a little bigger than their last one, mostly in length but also slightly in girth, and Beca felt heat between her own legs as she touched Emily's skin at the spot that the tip reached with her fingertips.
"If you can take all of it, this is how deep I'll be inside of you," Beca said as she drummed her fingers, the words flustering even to her.
"Please put it inside me, I can't wait," she said quickly. Beca couldn't wait either, but seeing the toy's actual size out of the box was a slight cause for concern. As badly as she wanted to be inside Emily, she told herself she would take it slow at first, for both of them. She grabbed the strap again, and pressed the head against Emily's slick nether lips. Her juices quickly covered the tip, and the wet noises from it made both women groan. Once Beca thought it was sufficiently wet, she pressed it against Emily's entrance, looking up to meet her eyes. She wanted to see Emily's reaction as she took it inside her (while also wanting to see her pussy take it like it had taken her fingers). Emily was still hugging the plushie tightly, and Beca quickly wondered if she was even aware she was doing it.
"Ready, baby?" she asked, and Emily nodded. Beca looked down quickly to make sure she was lined up, before gently beginning to push the head in. She looked up as the strap's tip started to be engulfed by Emily's pussy, her stomach fluttering at Emily's moan as she pushed inside.
It was big, but Beca had gotten her more than wet and ready enough, and Emily's head went fuzzy as she felt Beca push in. She felt the way her pussy slowly stretched around the tip of Beca's strap, and couldn't help but let out a little moan as she felt it pop inside her. Her pussy clenched a few times around the tip as she adjusted to it, a few shudders shooting down her spine. She loosened her grip slightly around the plushie as she got adjusted, still holding on tightly though, and finally nodded at Beca.
"More, please," she said. Beca slowly pushed her hips forward a little more, watching as Emily's eyes rolled as she took more of the strap, as more of it disappeared inside of her.
The tip had been the biggest part, but the shaft was still slightly bigger than she was used to, but it felt so good. She was thankful that Beca had gotten her wet (but not let her cum, as she usually got a bit tight after cumming and wanted to be as wet and pliant as possible for this new strap), making each inch she took feel even better.
"It's about a quarter in," Beca muttered, pausing. "Are you okay?"
Emily nodded, "A little more."
Beca resumed, slowly pressing more inside. She was met with a little resistance (and a little whine from Emily), and instead of trying to push forward, she slowly pulled back out. This was the right move, and she slowly pressed right back in. Slowly, she built a rhythm, using the spot where she saw the ring of Emily's juices as her stopping point before pulling back out.
"You're taking me so well," Beca said after a few moments of this, "but tell me if it's too much, okay?"
"Okay, this is perfect for now," Emily said, and Beca nodded. Right now, Emily had taken about half of the strap, which was a sight to see.
"Your pretty pussy looks so good stretched around my new strap, baby," Beca said. She was continuously switching her view from Emily's face to see her reactions (and how she hugged her plushie) to down between her legs to watch herself pump into Emily's pussy, the way the strap came out soaked in her juices and disappeared right back inside her so effortlessly.
Beca's words made Emily's pussy clench around the strap, adding to the sensation of it pressing deep inside her. There was a bit of pressure mixed in with the pleasure, because it was a new strap and she was still adjusting to the new way it filled her up, but it was more pleasurable than painful.
"Your strap feels so good stretching my pussy," she said. She felt as though she'd gotten wet enough to maybe try to take more (she could feel how wet she was around the strap whenever Beca pushed it back into her). "Try a little more."
At the height of her next thrust, Beca carefully pushed past that little bit of resistance, and Emily moaned as Beca slid home and she took the whole strap inside her. The fullness in her pussy felt like it reached the bottom of her stomach, and it made Emily squeeze her plushie tight and moan.
"Are you okay?" Beca asked, attempting to pull back, but Emily quickly brought her legs up and wrapped them around Beca's lower back.
"No, stay all the way inside me, it's good," Emily managed quickly. Beca's hips stuttered as Emily broke her rhythm, but she stayed where she was, fully inside of Emily. She looked down to see the base of her strap pressed against Emily's pussy, and felt her clit throb. It had been rubbing against the base this whole time, not enough to make her cum (even with the included vibrating bullet inside it), but to definitely feel the sensations, but now she felt on edge at the sight.
Emily usually came from clitoral stimulation (Beca's tongue or fingers or vibrator always got the job done), but had recently discovered she was capable of vaginal orgasms, and had begun to feel that overwhelming sensation again with Beca's strap filling her completely. She finally loosened her legs from around her and said, "Go slow, it feels so good and I'm getting close."
Beca resumed, now giving Emily slow, deep thrusts. The angle still had the base pressing against her clit, and she could feel her own pleasure building now, but knew something that would help both of them.
"I want to breed you with this new strap," Beca said, and could practically see Emily's pleasure double right in front of her.
"Please breed me," she begged immediately. "Fill me up, breed me, I'm yours."
"Good girl," Beca said, dropping her voice and drawing the praise out as she slowly thrusted. "You're mine, mine alone to breed and claim."
"I'm yours to breed and claim."
Any mention of breeding got Emily's head even hazier than it already was, and especially in this circumstance. She clutched her plushie, barely aware she was doing it, letting the pleasure build up inside her even more. Beca's thrusts had increased in speed slightly, the slick sounds audible to both of them as she pumped into Emily.
"I'm gonna cum inside you and breed you," Beca said between thrusts.
"Cum inside me and breed me," Emily repeated with a whine, feeling the way her pussy clenched around Beca's strap, the almost overwhelming full feeling and pressure bringing her closer and closer. Beca built up a bit more speed, panting quietly under her breath as she pounded Emily's pussy, and before long, Emily was pushed over the edge.
"I'm cumming, I'm-" her voice tampered off into a long moan as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her mind went blank as she succumbed to the pleasure, squeezing her plushie and vaguely feeling Beca still pounding away at her from far away. Beca's strap felt so big, she felt so full, her pussy was pulsing, it was all so overwhelming. Just when she thought she had reached her high, she suddenly felt a hand around her throat, and suddenly rolled over into her second orgasm, still feeling Beca's strap pounding her pussy, even as her vision blurred slightly and her head went hazy again.
She didn't know how long it had gone on for, but once she finally came back to earth, both she and Beca were panting. Her body felt hot and sweaty, she was still clutching her plushie. Her pussy was still full of Beca's strap, her girlfriend's hips pressed right up against hers so she was taking the whole thing again.
"Holy fuck," Beca finally spoke, cheeks flushed. "Em, I'm sorry, are you okay?"
"What happened?" Emily asked. The last thing she remembered was telling Beca she was about to cum, and then the pleasure had completely overwhelmed her mind.
"Something snapped in me and I got a little rough," Beca admitted. "You just looked so good taking my strap, it made me go a little crazy and I couldn't stop. I grabbed your throat, and I think you kinda blacked out a bit, your eyes rolled back. Are you okay?"
Emily blinked, but nodded. "I'm okay."
"I'm sorry," Beca said again, but Emily shook her head.
"What are you sorry for, that was great," Emily said. "Did you cum?"
"I think a few times," Beca said. "Grinding against the base of the strap. Glad I went for the one with a vibrator in it, that was a good splurge."
"Don't pull out yet, you still feel so good inside me," Emily said again, and Beca nodded.
"I wish I'd gone for having it be a squirting strap, too," Beca admitted. "I love to hear you say that after I cum inside you."
"That's what the other one's for," Emily said. "This one is good because it's bigger and I love it."
"Good," Beca said, leaning down and laying her body over Emily's, squeezing the plushie between them. She placed a few kisses on Emily's forehead before pulling back a bit and wincing. "You might have to wear a scarf for the next day or two, I kinda grabbed your neck hard. Sorry again."
"It's fine, you should do it again," Emily blurted out without thinking. Beca raised an eyebrow as Emily let out a little laugh. "I mean..."
"Message definitely received," Beca said with a wink. She placed one more quick kiss on Emily's forehead before pulling away, and standing again. "Now, I hate to do this but my legs..."
"I understand," Emily said. Beca slowly slid her strap out, Emily's juices clinging to it in thick strands, and Beca shuddered.
"Fuck, I love how wet you get," she said, carefully removing it from the harness and gently tossing it onto a towel. "It's so hot."
"Thank you," Emily said, blushing slightly. She unwrapped her arms from around her plushie and let it fall from her arms onto the bed. "It was nice to squeeze her while you railed me but can I squeeze you while we fall asleep now?"
"I think that can be arranged," Beca said, climbing back onto the bed and into Emily's arms.
And so from that night on, Emily's new plushie was associated with Beca's new toy, and neither of them would have wanted it any other way.
A/N: So fun little backstory, this originally ended at the first line break but the next day I went to go edit it and added like 2k words of smut because the words started flowing and didn't stop so yeah!
Happy (very early) Christmas and thanks for reading! c:
