Cambrian
patreon
Loving Submission (Kim Possible)
🕑 Added 2019-11-22 19:43:39 +0000 UTCWeekly Prompt Poll
Themes: Bondage, Dom/Sub, Loving Sex
Summary: Based off of this image. Kim and Ron are all grown-up and off to college. What is there to do in college but experiment, right? Ron isn't at all upset about the change his girlfriend has gone through. It makes perfect sense, really. A strong independent woman needs to be able to let go sometimes, and just... give in. Of course, Kim can't just give in to anyone. She needs someone she can trust. Like Ron Stoppable.
-x-X-x-
College, Ron Stoppable found himself reflecting, was… strange in some ways, but also quite familiar in others. As he and Kim watch Global Justice take away the latest bad guy of the week, he has to admit, even though they’re both young adults now, some things never really change. He’s still Kim’s sidekick, and she’s still the kickass badass heroine who always saves the day and always wins.
Of course, that isn’t to say their crimefighting and daily heroism is exactly the same as it was in their high school years. Ron might still be Kim’s sidekick, but calling him her dorky sidekick these days didn’t quite fit, not anymore. He just wasn’t… dorky any longer. Learning monkey-fu properly and fully embracing his latent powers had stripped the young blond man of all of that. He was more fit and more capable than he’d ever been in his entire life.
On top of that, there’s also the simple fact that… they’re more than just friends, these days. Looking down, Ron can’t help but smile a goofy smile at what he sees between them… namely, that they’re holding hands. Kim, catching his glance, gives him a reassuring squeeze and a smile of her own, even as the two young adults start heading back, hand in hand all the way.
Thanks to the generosity of Kim’s parents, neither of them has had to deal with the annoyances of living in a college dorm. Instead, they have a small apartment together just a block away from the university they both go to. Ron can’t help but appreciate the trust that the Possibles are placing in him, but then to be fair, he’d been Kim’s best friend since kindergarten. He was already practically family as it was.
He wondered if that would make them feel MORE betrayed, if they knew what he did to their daughter every night. As soon as he and Kim step into the apartment, another evening of crimefighting coming to a close, Kim whirls around and falls to her knees as he closes and locks the door behind them. Knees pressed together, hands palm down on the top of her legs, the gorgeous red head squares her shoulders, arches her back, juts out her chest, and bares her neck.
Ron can’t help but grin a little, as he always does when he sees Kim transition from kickass crimefighter to… submissive, horny girlfriend. Chuckling darkly, the young man reaches out and takes the dog collar and leash off of the nearby coatrack. The only thing is… they don’t own a dog. Opening up the collar, Ron reaches down and slides it into place around Kim’s pale neck, making sure it’s in it’s proper position before cinching it shut, nice and snug.
A shudder runs through Kim’s body as her collar is put on properly and Ron tugs a little at the leash to pull her up a bit more. She whimpers and wiggles in place, squirming slightly, rubbing her inner thighs together visibly. Ron just looks at his girlfriend for a moment, enjoying the view… but deciding that ultimately, it needs a little something… more.
Taking Kim by the leash, Ron walks her into the kitchen, even as she falls forward onto her hands and knees and crawls after him. As soon as he stops moving, she gets back into position, kneeling at his side, her chest jutted out, and her hands clasped behind her back as she waits patiently for whatever he’s going to do next.
Reaching into the drawer, Ron pulls out a pair of heavy-duty scissors, scissors he knows will cut right through cloth. He knows, because he’s used these very same scissors to ruin some of Kim’s clothing before. On top of having developed a submissive streak a mile wide, and a bondage fetish that even Ron finds a struggle to satiate once in a while, Kim absolutely LOVED having her clothes ruined.
He was pretty sure it was because of all the times she’d gotten her clothing torn on missions; truth be told. It was either lose her mind in frustration at the clothing costs, or wholeheartedly embrace it. Three guesses for which one Kim chose, and the first two don’t count. As Ron carefully cuts open a nice big hole in the front of Kim’s form-fitting black top, the red head moans and mewls, though she keeps her wiggling to a minimum, so he doesn’t accidentally snip one of her tits or something.
In no time at all, Kim’s sizable rack is bouncing out of the ruins of her shirt, bared and exposed by his quick but effective scissor work. Her tits, perky and delicious as ever, are each capped with a cute little pink nipple, both already hard as diamonds as Ron plays with them each for a moment. Kim whimpers under his touch, wiggling and writhing more now that she doesn’t have to worry about the scissors. Already, a massive wet spot is beginning to show through her green cargo pants… but then to be fair, she’d gone pantyless tonight on his orders, so that wasn’t all that surprising.
Setting the scissors aside, Ron unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, and pulls out his cock. Holding it with one hand, he holds Kim’s leash with the other and tugs gently but firmly, dragging the all too eager red head up to eye level with his cock. Or more importantly, as it so happened, mouth-level. Kim’s oh-so-fuckable lips spread open wide around his tip, even as the gorgeous fiery-haired coed stares up at him with her perfect green eyes.
Ron can’t help it, he groans like he always does as Kim takes him into her mouth, the velvety wet interior of her oral orifice giving him no small amount of pleasure as her lips suction down onto his length and she takes him deeper and deeper. When his cockhead hits the back of her throat, Kim doesn’t stop. She just begins to swallow, slurping him down further and further, as she slides her lips all the way to the base of his cock, deep-throating his member like a pro.
What would her parents think, if they could see their daughter now? What would they think of him? Honestly, they might be cool with it… in fact, for all Ron knew, Kim got it from her mom and Ann Possible was this same way with Mister Possible. The mental image of Kim’s smoking hot MILF of a mom kneeling in lingerie with a collar and leash around her neck flashes through Ron’s mind, and while he feels a little guilty, his cock still jumps at the thought, pulsing and throbbing in Kim’s mouth.
Honestly, he doesn’t need to fantasize about her mother, not when he’s got the gorgeous younger model kneeling before him and willingly sucking his cock for all she’s worth while he tugs on her leash like she’s his bitch. And right now, that’s exactly what she is. When they’re at home like this, Kim Possible is Ron Stoppable’s bitch.
The thought, combined with everything else, is enough to send Ron over the edge, finally. With a loud groan, the young blond man finds himself cumming in his lovely submissive girlfriend’s mouth. Kim doesn’t have much warning, but she could clearly see the signs coming all the same, because she pulls back at the last second and holds just his head in between her lips as he cums, his seed filling her mouth as some of it escapes out of the side and drips down her chin.
Her green eyes never leave his face once the entire time. Not when he’s tossing his head back in pleasure, not when he’s groaning in ecstasy, not even when he’s tugging her forward on his leash. Kim’s eyes stay on him the whole while, and he smiles down at her as she swallows his load, drinking his cum quite brazenly.
“That’s a good girl, Kimberly. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
Kim shudders, even as his cock pops out from betwixt her lips. She licks them, catching some of what escapes her mouth earlier, and then gives Ron her most winning smile.
“Yes sir. Kimberly Ann Possible, reporting for duty!”
Ron’s cock, which HAD been beginning to flag, immediately pops back up at that, causing Kim to giggle a little, clearly cum drunk as she begins to lick and lap at his member once more, getting him back to fully erect in no time at all. But he’s already had her mouth once today, so Ron eventually pulls away, tugging her along with him. He takes her over to the couch and yanks her up onto her feast via the leash, forcibly bending her over the back of the couch.
Having brought the scissors with him, Ron kicks Kim’s legs apart as she assumes the position and juts out her ass, arching her back once more in the most delicious fashion. Once again, the heavy-duty scissors make short work of Kim’s clothing, this time cutting a nice big hole in the crotch of her cargo pants. It’s not like she’s going to miss this top or these pants… she’s got a sponsorship with the company that makes both, and she gets dozens upon dozens of sets of her well-known outfit sent to her every month.
So, Ron ruins the pants and exposes his girlfriend’s sopping wet cunt to the open air… and more importantly, to his predations. Putting the scissors aside again, Ron brings his cock up to Kim’s naked pussy lips and begins to rub it back and forth against her slit, even as he tugs on her leash, forcing her head back.
“What are you, Kim?”
“A-A slut, sir!”
“And who do you belong to?”
“Mm, this cum dump belongs to you, Master!”
“Then why isn’t my cock inside of you yet?”
With permission tactfully given, Kim squeals in delight and pushes back into his member. He sinks inside of her as she impales herself on his shaft, and for a moment Ron just stands there, tugging a bit on her leash, but not actually doing anything, allowing Kim to do all the work of bouncing herself back and forth along his big, fat cock.
Eventually though, he chuckles and brings his hand down to her hip, grabbing onto her ruined pants as a handhold and thrusting forward into her dripping, drooling quim, even as it clenches and squeezes down HARD around his length. Ron groans at the tight, wet feel of his girlfriend’s pussy, pounding into her and taking her for a nice little ride, ramming her up against the couch hard enough that the entire piece of furniture bounces and jumps with each jarring thrust.
Kim is soon able to do nothing but squeal and shake and spasm on Ron’s dick as he fucks her, not even able to meet his thrusts anymore as he presses her into the back of the couch, bending her over it and plowing her silly. Her cunt clenches down hard around his cock in a way that Ron KNOWS signals an orgasm, but he doesn’t let that stop him, not slowing down for even a moment as he fucks his submissive beloved girlfriend with all his might, just the way she likes it.
And really, this is all for Kim. Not that Ron minds it too much, but there’s no denying that, out of the two of them, Kim turned out to be the freaky one. Ron is just the long-suffering boyfriend along for the ride, slowly learning what makes his girlfriend truly tick, and just what sort of debauchery she expects from him. Everything he’s done, he’s done for her, because he knows she loves it, because he knows she loves being defiled, dominated, and talked down to by someone she can trust.
This would never work if it was one of her enemies, after all. It would never work if it was some frat guy at one of the university’s many regular parties. Kim was practically a weapon in her own right, a fighter who would never give up if the circumstances weren’t entirely consensual. But with Ron, they were consensual, and with Ron, Kim could give in. She could surrender, because she knew she could trust him.
“Getting close, Kim…”
“Please, sir… please cum inside… k-knock your need little bitch up!”
And like always, that’s more than enough to send Ron right over the edge. Not that he’s actually breeding Kim, even as he cums inside of her, filling her with his seed. The red head is on birth control, of course, so there’s next to no chance of any unfortunate accidents happening. But they both know that once they’re done with university, they’re going to want to start a family with one another. And they both get off on the fact that one day, someday, Ron is going to knock Kim up and breed her silly.
Of course, just finishing inside of Kim doesn’t mean they’re done. As he pulls out of her, Ron tugs Kim off the back of the couch, and the red head happily falls to her hands and knees again, nuzzling into his leg the entire way to the bedroom, as Ron leads her along. There, they both get naked, save for Kim’s collar and the leash remaining right where they are. Only once they’re in the buff does Ron draw Kim up onto the bed with him, laying down and tugging her close to his side.
She curls in quite happily, of course, nuzzling into his neck and snuggling in close as Ron wraps an arm around her and holds his girlfriend. Together, the two of them cuddle for a time as they finally wind down, the adrenaline of what they’d been doing before they got home, and what they’d done AFTER they got home slowly ebbing away finally.
As Ron feels his eyes getting heavier, he lets out a contented sigh.
“I love you, Kim…”
Smiling happily, her own eyes already closed, Kim just nuzzles in closer as she replies.
“Love you too, Ron.”
Maybe they’re not the most conventional couple at the end of the day, maybe they’re downright kinky… but Ron doesn’t care. He’s happy, and so is Kim. And that’s all that matters.
