âYou know, the way you portrayed Wednesday is really cool.â You remarked, throwing some popcorn into your mouth.
You were seated on the couch in your living room while Jenna was snugly cuddled into your side as you both watched episode five of the Wednesday show.
âReally? You think so?â Jenna asked, looking up at you fondly.
âDefinitely, sheâs fucking hot as hell.â You hummed, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead as you pulled her closer to you.
Your attention turned back to the TV, completely oblivious to the new look in Jennaâs eyes as she stared at you.
As you watched the episode, Jennaâs hand slowly crept from yours and moved to your thigh. She squeezed softly, sitting up so she now so she was shoulder to shoulder with you.
You didnât find her adjustment to be weird and found her hand on your thigh to be heartwarming. But soon your judgment changed as her hand traveled slowly upwards towards what was between your thighs. Your breath hitched as she suddenly cupped your crotch.
Her movements were slow, almost dull, as she pushed you onto your back and mounted atop your midsection. There in that position, you got a good view of her face.
Her eyes were flat, eyelids relaxed as she stared at you in a haze. The muscles in her face were unmoving as she tilted her head down, staring at you with the iconic âKubrickâ stare. Her chest rose and fell sluggishly as her hands gently pulled your shirt up and off of your body.
âJenna-â Your protest was abruptly cut off as Jennaâs hand had grabbed your throat.
âQuiet.â She snarled at you whilst carefully getting your sweatpants out of the way.
Earlier, when you had changed out of your work clothes and into comfortable wear, you disregarded undergarments as you intended to be as relaxed as possible while watching TV with your girlfriend. Now, in the predicament you are in, you wish you had chosen otherwise.
Jennaâs soft hands trailed up your body, her fingers lightly brushing your breasts before she cupped your face. Her lips grazed against yours, the comforting smell of her mint toothpaste overwhelmed your nostrils before she gave you an open-mouth kiss.
You recuperated her action, but you were quickly put down as her hand returned to your throat. She gently squeezed as she kissed you, humming in appreciation when you moaned at her choking you.
Eventually she left a trail of kisses down your neck, leading to your chest where she was face to face with your boobs. She brings her mouth to one of your nipples, then bites it, not too harshly, but enough for you to feel a bit of pain.
You sharply inhale and moan out, âFuck Jenna.â
She hums and starts to rapidly flick your nipple with her tongue, making your hips buck up. After doing that for thirty seconds or so, she switches to latching her mouth around your nipple and sucks on it. You moan and try throwing your head back, further into the mattress, but itâs impossible. Your hands find and grip your sheets, then she starts to suck harder.
âMm JennaâŚwait!â
She doesnât, and proceeds to kiss down your stomach to your pussy where her head resides in between your thighs.
âSuch a pathetic little thing.â Jenna muttered monotonously, âYou are already drenched.â
Youâre about to whine, but then feel a finger tap your clit. A breathy moan leaves your mouth as Jennaâs mouth gets closer to you, then she blows on it, making you gasp and your hips buck up. She takes her hands and grips your thighs, pushing them down into your mattress. She flattens her tongue and slowly licks a stripe from the bottom of your entrance, all the way up to your clit.Â
You moan out, âOh fuck, Jennaâ and then her lips latch around you.
She sucks on it for a couple seconds, then hums and your hips try and buck up, but Jennaâs grip is too strong. She knows she is not going fast enough for you, especially when you cried out âFaster Jenna, please!â, but she doesnât budge. Her tongue slowly lapped away, gently rubbing against your clit.
Soon she was satisfied with your torture and moved her head down lower, teasing your entrance with her tongue. She hums happily at the taste of you; so sweet and addictive.
The vibrations from her hum make you moan loudly, then she gently inserts her tongue inside your entrance. A louder moan escapes from your lips as she starts to move her tongue in and out of you at a fast pace, her stamina unwavering.
âFuck Jenna! O-oh my god!â You cried out, arching your back off the couch.
Your orgasm comes faster than you expect, hitting you like a mac-truck. As you came, shaking slightly, Jenna pulls her head back to watch you come undone. After enjoying just staring at you, she lowered her head again to continue her attack on your clit.
time skipâŚ
âMmph Jenna!â You moaned, throwing you head back as she thrusted into you roughly, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.
She pulled her hips back sharply and plowed into you, your body moved against the sheets with such force that the couch moved. Your legs lost their hold around her waist from her movements and fell to the sides, so she grabbed them and pushed them into your chest. You moaned as you felt her go even deeper, and she grunted from how hard she was pounding into you.
Your hands were on her back, pushing her closer to you, scratching red lines down her back that had you proud for marking her. She moaned at the pain and moved her face into the crook of your neck, sucking on it harshly to leave her own mark on you.
You both were getting closer, she could feel you squeezing her strap tightly, gripping around her like a wet glove, all you could hear was your slapping bodies, and sloshing noises you both made. She pressed herself fully against you, needing to feel more of you, your breasts connecting to rub against each other, her arms wrapped around you, holding you closer to her. You noticed her hips moving erratically, getting sloppier with her rhythm against you, she was getting close to her release as well.
Her forehead rested on yours as she came, pulling you with her for your sixth and final orgasm of the night. Both of your breathing was erratic and deep, exhaustion clouding both of your senses.
âStillâŚhave no ideaâŚwhy you decidedâŚto do this now..â You sighed, letting Jenna rest against your chest.
âYou called Wednesday hot, had to repay you for your compliment.â She replied, snuggling into your warm body.
âGuess I have to call her hot more often.â You mumbled, causing Jenna to giggle.
ââââ
Happy New Years!
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scissoring blurb, think of whoever you want â¤ď¸
everything that surrounded you was pure bliss, starting off with the view of your girlfriend on top of you, rubbing her wet pussy on yours soaking as well.
âhmm⌠you feel so goodâŚâ
her moans are so rare yet so ethereal. her hair brushed against your face once in while when she could hover herself. she loved the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, your tits slightly bounced with every thrust, and she would grope them anytime she wanted.
her hands gripped on you faster time by time, feeling the sensation of her wetness painting your body, your swollen clits bumping against each other with so much lust. she wanted to own you, she needed to show you that you were hers.
âmmh⌠agh! no one could ever have you like this, right? youâre my good girl, my sweet good girlâ
she peppered kiss all over your leg, you would try to cover your face with the palm of your hand: the squelching sound of your cunts kissing was making you feel embarrassed, that until she moved your hand to shook it with hers.
âdonât cover that beautiful face⌠you look so fucking beautifulâŚâ
Synposis: Nami likes dressing you up. Its one of her favourite activities to do when shopping. It turns out she likes dressing you up just a bit more than you were prepared for.
Content: Fem!reader x Nami. Bottom reader, Top character, cunnilings, oral sex, reader wears lingerie, hair pulling
The shopping trip had been going normal. Nami got you outfits of all kinds that she liked the look of you in. Cute dresses, skirts that were both cute and hot, stylish trousers she said made your ass and thighs look good, nice shirts of different kinds for different weathers etc etc etc.
Point is, it'd all been going fine. Then you'd stumbled across a lingerie shop. And her eyes sparkled.
"Mmhm, mhm, you taste so good," Nami moaned, licking your clit through the open gap in the lingerie that left you exposed there. Your hands gripped her curling hair, not pulling, simply gripping with the navigator kneeled before you, your legs propped up on her shoulders.
Shortly after the shopping she'd rented this room and had you change into the lingerie. When you'd stepped out, she'd pounced on you like a panther.
And here she was, eating you out like a woman starved. Her tongue flicked at your bud and she sucked it making you gasp and throw your head back. When you looked down, through half lidded eyes, Nami's drunk expression made you feel warmer than you already were as she started up at you with reverence.
"Keep doing that," She commanded making you furrow your brows with confusion.
"Doing what?"
"Keeping your arms like that," she mumbled, licking at your slit again. "Makes your tits look nice."
You looked down to see that, with you holding her hair, you'd inadvertently pressed your breasts together. The lace on your lingerie, picked by Nami to be the colour she thought suited your skin tone best, bunched up slightly with the cups brushing against each other.
"Pervert," you muttered but did as she asked anyway, keeping your breasts pushed together. She gave your clit a harsh suck at your words and you gasped into the air, giving her hair a tug.
Nami's moan vibrated through your body, her nails digging into your thighs as she dove her tongue back into you and continued to take her fill.
It wasn't much longer before you could feel your climax building. Your breathing began to get heavier as the feeling in your stomach stirred. You released your grip on Nami's hair to tap her head which she understood as the signal.
She released herself from your pussy to look up at you, her eyes were half lidded and with the way her hair was messed up with your hands she was the one who looked fucked out.
"Touch yourself for me, pretty."
You blinked down at her but she was already tasting you again. So you moved your hand from her hair and brought it down to your clit. It was already soaked from Nami's work so you could begin to circle it with little effort of preparation needed.
A moan left you at the dual stimulation of Nami's tongue and your fingers, and you rubbed at yourself in tight circles quickly bringing yourself to orgasm. Nami made a pleased sound as you moaned through it and devoured your cum.
Once she was done she looked up at you with a pleased smile. You knew you were definitely wearing this piece again.
Called cat-burgalar Nami cause shes getting all that pussy
Can you please write G!P Jenna Ortega x reader where jenna wants to make r pregnant
synopsis: jenna been impatiently waiting til you agree to have a kid, but her patience wore thin
MINORS DNI á°.á tags: gp!jenna ortega x fem!reader, pet names, dubcon, baby trapping? idk kind of, unprotected sex, breeding
a/n: ykw HELL YEAH im letting her knocking me up anytime she wants
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this feeling creeped almost naturally. whenever you were simply standing beside her, jenna would admire you â your smile, face, hands, curves, flaws and all. since youâve been dating for few years now, the feeling of being connected on a new level settled deep inside jennaâs mind, taking a root in her mind.
speaking of taking roots, thatâs exactly what she wanted to do with you. the thought of making you swell with her child? deeply arousing. you were a perfect partner, and what else could make her feel on a higher level of relationship if not having a baby with her majestic girlfriend?
she implied on it gradually, without overwhelming you. a coo at a cute chubby toddler there, an âawwâ at cute clothes for babies here, a casual conversation about parenthood and kids then⌠nothing too forward nor the total absence of the topic. jenna would bring up kids theme at least once a day, sometimes even caressing your belly âmindlesslyâ while you were chatting.
she also peered where you kept your pregnancy control pills and just switched them to dummy ones. does she feel bad about it? totally, a small part of her was gnawing her mind for doing that each day, but she couldnât bring herself to blame herself when the bigger and more determined part of herself were louder.
you gasp into the kiss, as jenna pulls you down on the soft sheets, her hands mapping out your body. "god, youâre so⌠perfect. youâd make a perfect mother in the future too." jenna murmured between kisses, as her hands made her work on removing clothes from both of your bodies. you let her, reaching out to nightstand to pop a pregnancy control pill in your hand and swallow it.
jenna let a small smirk tug on her lips as she saw you do that, before adjusting her position between your eagerly parting thighs. she caresses your waist, coming to circle your pebbled nipple, drawing a sigh from your lips, as you intertwine your hand with her free one. oblivious, for you this is no different from countless lovemaking you had with jenna before but for the latter? oh, sheâs moving closer and closer to her goal.
once the tip of her cock is inside your scorching heat, jenna crashes her lips against yours and lets out a long moan into the kiss, pushing each inch further inside your pussy. as she bottoms out, her hands caress your abdomen and jenna sets a deep and quite fast pace from the start, "fuck, you feel so good⌠so fucking good wrapped around my cock." she breathes, just one thought of filling up your unprotected womb makes her rapidly move towards her orgasm but she bites her lower lip to prevent it, wanting to savor the moment. you could only moan and whisper her name on repeat, your own hands move over her body, caressing, touching and urging to be closer, to move faster. your hands moves to rest on her rear, squeezing it and drawing a particularly hard thrust of her hips, "mmm, want me to go deeper, love? oh, youâll get just that." jenna whispers seductively, indeed picking up the pace and drawing a gasp from your lips.
with each thrust and feel of her hard length inside your heat pushes you closer and closer to relief, as you arch your back and grip onto bedsheets beneath you with your free hand, "jenna⌠i- iâm close. iâm so close, pleaseâŚ" you whimper, feeling slightly dizzy from sheer sensations. jenna smiles at you plea and leans in to kiss your jawline, as her own peak gets closer. she sneaks her hands between your slick bodies to circle your clit with her thumb, wanting to get you come first, "thatâs it, my love. let go, come for me."
you donât need to be told twice and you feel your organs crash over you like a tidal wave, moaning jennaâs name. jenna herself feels close too, as the feeling of your pussy squeezing her tightly and milking for all its worth sends her over the edge. slamming her hips one last time, jenna lets go and lets her cock pump her hot cum inside your unprotected womb. jennaâs hips jerk, as she makes sure her semen takes root inside your body, she mewls something under her breath, while caressing your lower belly, as if already imagining it swell with the new life that is half you and half her.
eventually, of course, sheâll tell you about the pregnancy pills. but not now. not when youâre both ready for round two, and jenna is ready for countless rounds to make sure you fall asleep this night with new life inside you.
i know you probably werenât looking for this specifically, but iâm thinking of fwb!pieck whose confidence boosts up anytime she hooks up with you <33. not because she âfeels superior to youâ (sheâd never do that in a million years), but because sheâs so comfortable around you.
on that note: fwb!pieck who doesnât think twice about asking you to take her every time she wants. literally, after a whole day without even approaching to cup your pretty face and give you a kiss on the lips, sheâll go crazy. sheâs so needy.
you could literally be talking to your other friends, not giving her all the attention for once. does she like that? obviously not. she knows sheâs your favorite, and you as well show it to her more than often. yet, sometimes you just forget to give her the love that she deserves. sheâs possessive, she knows it, but she doesnât care. actually, she needs you to worship her.
in the middle of the conversation, pieck makes up a âconceivableâ white lie to get you out of there. grabbing at your arm and all, you feel a little complaint from her tone. fortunately, she notices your confused look and assures: âdonât worry, iâm not madâ. you sigh out of relief, you genuinely thought she was going to rock your shit for something you did but werenât conscious of.
inadvertently, pieck takes charge in searching for the nearest surface she can slam your body into. her hands locked on the space between your shoulder and neck, sudden to crawl up at your jaw. her lips find their way to yours, a feeling sheâs been craving the whole day. when her tongue finally meets with yours, one of her hands slides down to your waist, tracing your curves as in to worship your figure.
she tilts her head away within a space of two inches, just to whisper âwhy didnât you involve me once?â. your eyes widen in shock and bewilderment. âwhat?â you rasp out, flabbergasted at most. âyou know what i meanâ she states, with her digits ogling at your body nonetheless. how can you focus on finding an answer to this question when her breath is this close to your mouth and her hands feel like in one-hundred different places?
you stutter at first, attempting to find the proper phrase, âi â i didnât know that you were feeling left outâ.
she sighs, a little disappointed you can sense. honestly she wouldâve preferred more inclusion from you, but you didnât even notice her reaching. now sheâs mad.
from now on, how about ignoring pieck on purpose?? teasing the desire she has for you the whole day?? sheâll fuck you (or have you fuck her) in less then ever!!!
speaking of fucking you: pieck who will finger you in an isolated bathroom! the thrill, the feeling of her fingers inside your pussy, the fear of getting caught⌠sheâs so up for it.
with you sat on the sink, her hands pry your thighs enough to reveal the heat hiding in between. youâre soaked, and all youâve been doing for the past three minutes was kissing each other.
her middle finger finds its way to your already thobbing clit, fidgeting with it a little (by that, the required time to have your legs squirming a bit). her finger puts more pressure on it gradually, enough to have you whimpering. she chuckles at your look, âreally? looks like you couldnât wait any longerâ.
you really couldnât. sheâs so good in what sheâs doing, you wouldnât want her to leave.
her mouth is locked onto your neck, leaving kisses and good love-bites on it. still, sheâs trying her hardest not to leave crucial peeks in order to not signal the others of your âquickieâ (because if she did, people would ask). once in a while she tosses her head away from your neck to your breasts, sucking on the flesh of your mounds eagerly. with your dress straps hanging onto your elbows, your tits are on full display for her; how can she waste such beauty?
eventually, her middle finger switches from your bundle of nerves to your entrance. you long for more friction, even if youâre receiving it you crave more of it. right when you least expect it, her ring finger enjoys to fill you up and pump into you relentlessly.
you gasp at the feeling and that only gets her to smirk against your skin. âyou like it, huh?â. her speed doesnât change, a pace is settled and sheâs compelling to keep it. you throw your head back, moaning as she withdraws from your neck. ânaughty girlâ.
pieck who âsoftlyâ degrades you, in the meaning of mixing praise and degrade, such as âmy good little whoreâ or âfucking slut, yâtake it so goodâ. pieck who has times when she mostly praises you and others when youâll hear nothing from her mouth but degradation. it really depends on how youâve been treating her that day.
now fucking pieck⌠thinking of pieck who loves to sit on your face <33 either way sheâll be dominating you (mostly), no matter what. sometimes, sheâll sit on your face to âpunishâ you (though you love it), so she gets to suffocate you with her thighs while her juices drip all into your mouth.
her puffy pussy hovers over your mouth, and clearly sheâs glistening in her wetness. you lick your lips at the sight, waiting for her to lower herself. pieck grabs a hold of your hair, twisting it softly. âyou ready?â she seductively asks while looking down at you. she thinks youâre about to go doe-eyed and act confused, but you almost look confident. youâve been ready, or at least you think so.
without a warning she does lower herself onto your face. your tongue sticks out to lap at her juices; sheâs already being such a mess for you to keep up with. âsee how wet i am?â but her question answers for itself because of course you see it.
your hands come to her hips, maintaining her balance. she tribs onto your face uncontrollably, gasping and moaning simultaneously. her thighs stand firm on trying to lock your head, coming closer to each other with no intention to leave you air to breathe! you attempt to scream out her name but it just gets muffled by her crotch, yet you donât stop because you donât want to stop. i bet sheâs enjoying this, you think.
pieck who purposely makes your nose bump against her sensitive clit, especially when sheâs getting close!! (by the way, pieck who squirts).
pieck who loves when you fuck her with a strap!!! pieck who sucks on the strap to âget it readyâ!! but more than anything, pieck who loves to ride you while youâre wearing it! sheâll be in charge again, also because she knows that the base on the strap bumps onto your clit, so technically itâs a win for both and a chance for her to take over still. and not to forget: pieck who squirts on your strap!!! her g-spot gets so overstimulated to the point that her sultry juices spill all over your thighs, and oh does she make a mess.
pervy!pieck who humps your ass while youâre asleep. in her head she wonders: how can you be so beautiful even when you sleep? the position youâve settled in your sleep is perfect enough to connect her cunt to the flesh of your cheeks, rubbing her already throbbing clit over it. (pieck who tries not to make too much noise, but fails and eventually wakes you up).
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â§âËďšâĽď¸ďšmikasaâs strap hcs !! <33 â§âË.
cw ! afab!reader. implied gym rat!mikasa. strap on usage. p in v. fingering. blowjob ⤿ fauxjob. ejaculating strap. brief breeding kink.
â â đ well , enjoy!
more of mikasa with the strap you say? iâve written some hcs about mikasaâs strap right here, but my writing-skills back then really werenât up to scratch⌠plus, some more wouldnât hurt anyone!!
mikasa who barely knew what a strap was the first time sheâs heard about it. her past relationships have been with men only, and even those men were far reduced to a masculine trope to even consider a âstrapâ introduced within their sex lives. once she starts dating women, she goes through her searching and finds out what it actually is. at first she was shy to even pass by sexy shops, but those pictures she found on the internet were alluring;
she imagines you, laid on the bed with a few strands of hair disheveled on the pillow. you look too gorgeous to not be used, and judging from the glistening mess you attempt to hide between your thighs, you want the same thing.
useless to say, sheâs watched porn. she knows that you shouldnât take advices from porn when youâre engaging in those activities in real life, but those girls looked so pretty and fucked out with those fake cocks buried into their cunts, and now she needs to do the same to you. sheâd beg to see your cock-drunk expression as the strap pumps into you at a break-a-neck pace.
slowly, sheâd tease the tip to your entrance. surely she couldnât actually feel how tight you are, but she could see it. if she had a real cock, sheâd probably cum from this initiative.
mikasa who, without the required acknowledgment, would ask for a plain black strap with a black, average-sized dildo. sheâs clueless about straps in general: how would she know that there are multiple designs, color and shape speaking? so she basically opts for the âstandardâ which is absolutely great at the beginning!
mikasa who wouldnât bring it up immediately. at first sheâd keep it hidden in her drawer, in fear of showing it to you. maybe maybe after a good week sheâd try it on in front of a mirror, alone in the quietness of her bedroom. all she can admit is: she feels powerful in a way that she canât describe. of course, she knows that âpowerâ doesnât have the need to be established by having a dick, but the sight of the silicone toy attached to her hips, it gets her so thrilled! (thinking of mikasa who cups the length of it out of curiosity, maybe as to compare how itâd be held in your hand â smaller in comparison).
mikasa who brings it up only when you mention the idea: youâve obviously imagined how it would be to get fucked by your girlfriend with a strap; and when you share this confession with her, mikasaâs eyes widen up in shock and excitement simultaneously. as soon as you assure how much you want it to happen, she admits to it; fucking finally for her.
mikasa who fixates on your expression when you see it for the first time?? mikasa who finds out (thanks to you) that her strapâs girth might be a little too much for you to handle??? honestly she just searched for what seemed appealing to her, hence why she didnât really worry about the âgirthâ. but the puzzleâs pieces come together when she hears from your âcomplaintsâ (honestly, youâd love to have mikasa stretching you out with her strap but sheâs a novice at that! though, you can always teach her⌠who knows).
mikasa whoâs so shy when she shows up with her strap <33. her cheeks are flushed red at the sight of your naked body, splattered on the bed just for her. she looks extremely cute with the harness on, you canât help but soak into the view â and get wetter within the span of a few seconds.
mikasa who gently swats your thighs apart, revealing the throbbing in between your legs. she looks so focused, as if the first unpredicted move could break you up in a million pieces. she treats you as if you were made of porcelain, and because of this âindefiniteâ deal â girth speaking â sheâs afraid of hurting you.
she leaves a soft kiss on one of your knees, painfully slow for her usual pace. sheâs never been this nervous but you understand, youâs probably be the same as her if you were in her situation. her cock is vaguely thick, and you canât help but staring at it constantly. she notices your gaze, she does know that youâre curious about how sheâd feel inside of you. and she couldnât be happier to show you.
all of sudden, she grabs the base of the strap and aligns it with your entrance. youâre soaked, tremendously and to the point of not even needing lube â from this mikasa can tell that youâre enjoying this as much as she is. when the tip finally comes in touch with your cunt, you gasp out her name â god. you sounded so fucking pretty, she believes and states in her head. she wants you to do that again, but louder now.
easily she slips more of the length inside, you feel your walls wrapping around the shaft already. you knew at first that her sizes werenât to underestimate, but holy shit â sheâs big. she could swear that she did not think about it when she bought it!
at the action, your eyes shut tightly and your mouth opens up to rasp out her name again; finally louder this time, âmikasa!â. she can feel herself getting wet from this, and the way your body starts to shiver is the cherry on top. suddenly, she remembers the thing she was careful of firstly. âdoes this feel good?â she asks with a shaky tone.
mikasa who kind of develops a size kink overtimeâŚ. but itâs too soon to say that.
mikasa who searches for guidance from you. she wants to do what feels right for you, to make you feel good <3. sheâll ask more than once what sheâs supposed to do, âwant me to go slower/harder?â âcan i move like this?â âtell me if this is okayâ.
mikasa who pants as if she was the one getting fucked. just hearing your moans grow in volume makes her so proud, more so when youâre completely down at her mercy! yet, paradoxically, she gets so worried about hurting you. if she sees you letting out a sudden, louder moan than the one before, sheâll absolutely ask âoh my god! are you okay? want me to go slower?â.
mikasa whose staminaâs totally unmatched! all that training at her local gym really pays off, especially in the bedroom. her hips move incredibly good for an amateur like her, she might be a natural. also on that note: mikasa who, once she gains more confidence, will put you up in different positions!! using her strong, slender hands to manhandle you, aughhh.
mikasa, whose favorite position grows to be doggy. youâve tried it all by now: any angle, any surface⌠yet, once you suggested to take her from behind, and placed yourself onto her strap, oh she was done for.
youâre kneeled in front of her, helping to put the harness on. you take the length into your hand, aligning it with the entrance of your mouth. mikasa outright moans at the sight, gripping at your hair softly as a reflex. âo-oh shitâŚâ. suddenly, an idea crawls up to the back of your mind.
before you know it, you push mikasa onto the sheets and have her laying & waiting for you to get back on her. âplease baby, donât leave me hanging!â she thinks of begging until she sees you getting on top of her, but youâre not facing her this time: no, you put your back on full-display and your ass on top of her strap. you sink onto it slowly, giving her time to fully realize what youâre doing.
she groans at the contact, as if she had a real cock. she wants â needs to feel it more, even if the odds of that are low.
not to your knowledge, mikasa takes your hips into her hold and places herself onto her knees, having you on all fours. youâre dripping tremendously, and this power take surely isnât helping to stay still. she starts moving, pumping the shaft in & out of you relentlessly. soon, a hand comes to your hair to put it into a make-shift ponytail. (on that note: mikasa who loves to pull on your hair!!!!). âthatâs it⌠fucking take itâŚâ she mutters between gritted teeth, growing needier at the sight of your pussy swallowing her whole.
mikasa whoâs lowkey intrigued by buying an ejaculating strapâŚ. sheâs seen it from a website once and now, sheâs so eager to see her âcumâ filling you up!!! mikasa who buys it with you⌠mikasa who heartily hears for your opinion on which one she should get⌠mikasa who comes to use it more than the âregularâ oneâŚ. mikasa with a breeding kinkâŚ. mikasa save meâŚ.
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⤠this is how g!p mikasa would fuck you in my opinion â¤ď¸ her cock gets so hard when sheâs spooning you, making you feel up the warmth in her hug. and it feels soo good you start to toy with your own clit, while her hands are occupied from massaging your tits. god, itâs such a fucking sight to behold.
iâll bet youâve never had a friday night like this. (part two)
amber glenn x fem!reader, second person pov, smut (very nsfw!), 1.5k
part one here!
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you drag amber by the hand to her room, where you find yourself being pushed down onto her bed.
you let yourself fall easily, leaning back on your elbows as you watch amber crawl up onto you, legs tangling with yours.
she reaches out and presses down on your sternum, pushing you to lay down fully, and you let yourself be moved by her.
she smiles then, pleased with how easily youâre letting her move you around. suddenly, your mind flashes to the images that started all of this, and you feel yourself shudder a little, involuntarily. amber pauses at that, searching your face. she must like what she sees because she leans down to kiss you again, trapping your bottom lip between hers.
when she pulls back, you whine a little, trying to follow her lips. you werenât expecting her to stop.
âtell me what youâre thinking about,â she husks, voice deep.
you blush, duck your head. you canât help it. canât hold eye contact with her when sheâs looking at you like this, like she can see right through you.
ây/n,â she whispers. she taps your chin with your fingers, forcing you to look at her. âlook at me,â she says, âdonât hide. not now.â
your blush deepens, but you hold eye contactâeyes wide and vulnerable, letting her see you, all of you.
you donât think you can say it out loud right now, so you donât even try. you just take amberâs hand thatâs at your waist, and bring it up to your neck.
she lets it rest there, searching your face.
âplease,â you say.
âokay, okay,â she answers. âiâve got you.â
her hand stretches across your throat, and she presses down, slow at first, carefully, always careful with you.
you whine a little, canât help it.
encouraged by your reaction, she lets out a little huff of laughter before she presses harder, experimenting with the pressure.
she lets her hand wrap a little fuller around your neck, squeezes the sides.
youâre too out of it now, lost in the haze of it all to notice, but if you could, youâd see amber's subtle smile, the flicker in her eyes as she takes it all in. she likes this, more than she thought she would, likes seeing you so helpless for her, so needy.
âwhat do you want baby?â she goads, âtell me what you need.â
you whine, breathless. âplease, amber,â itâs all you can get out. your legs shift restlessly underneath amberâs body, hips pushing up, trying to get any semblance of pressure.
she reaches down your body with her free hand, lingering at all the right places before reaching your hip. once there, she spreads her hand, thumb over your hip bone and presses down, keeping your shifting hips in place.
âtry to stay still for me,â she murmurs, before dragging her hand over to where you want her most.
youâre suddenly thankful you had changed into sweats earlier, as amber easily dips her hand under the waistband.
she drags her fingers down, over your underwear, and finally, rubs against your cunt.
âoh, she breathes, âyouâre wet. youâve been thinking about this for a while, huh?â
you canât do anything but nod, overwhelmed by amber on top of you, one hand still on your neck as the other traces over your now ruined underwear.
âmore,â you beg. itâs all you can think to say right now.
âmore?â amber repeats. âyouâll have to be a little more specific than that, y/n,â she tuts.
still, amberâs nothing if not a giver, so she squeezes the hand thatâs still around your neck a little harder.
your eyes roll back, and you grab amberâs other hand, the one thatâs decidedly lower, trying to press it harder against where you need her most.
at that, amber pulls back completely. you flash your eyes open, indignant.
amber just shakes her head, âiâm the one in charge here,â she says. she tilts her head, looking down at you, âor did you forget?â
from the look in her eyes you almost want to say yes, just to see what she would do. but you decide thatâs something you can explore another time, and for now, youâre happy to give her what she wants.
you shake your head, âm sorry, baby.
she smiles wide, âthatâs what i thought.â
she takes your hands now and pins them above your head, holding you by your wrists and pushing them down into the mattress.
you let her hold your arms down, shifting your hips up into her.
she grinds down once, hard, and you tilt your head back, letting out a moan. sheâs still holding your wrists, but now she shifts them into one hand, and moves her other hand back down your body.
she slips under your underwear now and really touches you for the first time.
your breath catches at the same time as hers, both of you feeling how wet youâve gotten.
âfeels so good,â she hums. she drags her finger over you, purposefully avoiding your clit, then goes down, slips the tip of her finger into you, teasing, watching the way your mouth opens in a silent moan.
she takes her hand back then, and brings it up to her mouth, making a show of licking her fingers before sucking them into her mouth.
âyou taste so good.â
âamber,â you moan, your head drops back against the mattress. âplease,â youâre almost begging now. âneed you.â
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she lets her fingers dip into your entrance a few times, just teasing, but by the third time youâve had enough. you try to push your hips up to take more of her.
she uses her hand to hold you down and you can feel the wetness of her fingers on your hip.
âthought you wanted to beg me for it?â you can tell amberâs enjoying this now, seeing you this desperate for her.
âamber,â you breathe, youâre far past the point of pretending to be unaffected. âplease,â you beg.
amber stays there, hands still, just lifts an eyebrow, âplease what?â
âbaby please,â you try again, âfuck me.â
âplease pleaseââ you continue to chant under your breath.
at that, amber seems satisfied, and she relents.
she slides her hand back down, pushing past your sweats and underwear to slip a first finger inside.
you gasp at the intrusion, and she slips a second finger in almost immediately.
you canât help but whine at the stretch, though all you can say is ambers name over and over again, head straining back against the mattress, mouth hanging open as amber fucks you with her fingers.
you move with her, reaching a hand down to hold against her wrist, trying to get her to give you more, to go harder.
amber takes the hint, moving her fingers in and out of you faster, deeper.
youâre breathing heavily now, panting in time with her thrusts.
amber slides the hand that was holding your wrists back down your arms, dragging lightly over your neck, teasing you, before she grabs your jaw, tilting your head to look at her, taking advantage of your open mouth to slip her thumb inside.
you moan hard at that, sucking her thumb deeper into your mouth.
amber huffs out a breath at the warmth, the wetness.
itâs all too much for you now, your senses overwhelmed by amber, and you know youâre about to come. you can feel your legs tensing, core tight. you canât get a word out to warn amber, her thumb still in your mouth, so you just squeeze her wrist harder, hoping she gets the message.
she moves faster, and you come with a strangled gasp, body trying to fold but stopped by amberâs, still on top of you.
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before youâve even come down, amberâs moving her hand again, she takes the one in your mouth and brings it down, squeezing your hip as she continues thrusting her fingers in and out of you, gently, but consistently, her thumb reaching to rub your clit.
you shudder at her movements, still not fully recovered.
you shake your head, âi canât,â you plead.
âjust one more,â amber urges, âi know you can.â
she keeps her thumb circling against your clit, adding pressure every time you let out a whine.
she continues her ministrations, talking you through it, âso good for me, youâre so good baby.â at that, you moan louder, hips lifting.
amber smirks at your reaction, and you can tell sheâs cataloging this new discovery to bring up again at a later date. youâre too wound up to care too much right now though, all you can think about is what amberâs doing with her hands.
you make eye contact with her, and she smirks, winking at you.
at that, you let your head fall back into the mattress, helpless against whatever amber has planned for you next.
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after it all, youâre lying beside her, attempting to catch your breath, when amber suddenly lets out a laugh.
you half turn to look at her, eyes questioning.
âwho knew you were kind of a freak,â she teases.
âamberrrrrrr,â you whine, turning to hide your face into her shoulder.
she just laughs harder, then throws an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer into her,
âi canât believe you just asked me to choke you and thatâs what makes you blush.â she says.
iâll bet youâve never had a friday night like this. (part one)
amber glenn x fem!reader, second person pov, fluff? + smut-ish (nsfw!), 2.5k
part two up now!
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it happened one night when you werenât really paying attention. you were lying in bed, late at night, trying your best to fall asleep. your thoughts wandered to your girlfriend, as they normally do. youâre not sure if it was the late hour, or the fact that you hadnât seen her in what felt like ages, hadnât touched her in longer, but all of the sudden your brain was conjuring images it never had before. things youâd never thought of before, never would have thought you wanted.Â
and suddenly, you canât stop thinking about it, canât stop imagining. you see amber, above you, on top of you. this isnât anything new, but now your brain keeps goingâpicturing her holding your wrists down, keeping you still, making you beg for it.Â
you flush, suddenly aware of where your thoughts had gone. you give your head a subtle shake, trying to pull them back before itâs too late.Â
youâre a little embarrassed of how off track your thoughts had gotten so quickly, but itâs late, and youâre tired, so you donât think too much of it. just close your eyes again and hope sleep comes before anything else.
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a little while passes, and you almost forget about it all. you and amber text consistently throughout your days, even though you havenât actually seen each other in person in a while. sheâs been busy training, and youâve been busy with work, but you finally have plans to hang out tonight with a few of the other skaters amber hangs around.Â
sheâd made reservations at one of your favourite restaurants, and youâd made plans to meet there with the others. even though itâs only been a few weeks since youâve seen each other, it feels like itâs been forever, and you almost wish it was gonna be just you and amber tonight. you push the thought aside though, knowing youâll enjoy seeing the other girls, knowing you and amber will end the night together anyway since youâre planning on staying over at her place afterwards.Â
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after work, you head home and begin getting ready. the reservations were made for 7, so you have a little time before you have to leave. you debate between a few options on what to wear, before deciding on a top amber had mentioned she liked the last time you wore it. not that you feel like you need to impress her anymore, but it definitely couldnât hurt.Â
once itâs time, you check your makeup one last time in the mirror before texting amber that youâre on your way. in the uber, your phone pings with her response, letting you know sheâs already at the restaurant, holding the table. you chuckle a little, you shouldâve known sheâd be there already. amber is many things, but unprepared is never one of them.Â
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you make it to the restaurant, and find your way to the table amberâs been keeping. a few of the other girls seemed to have made it there before you, and you greet them all before your eyes finally settle on amber.Â
itâs been a few weeks since that night, and you havenât really given a second thought to where your head had gone. itâs not like fantasizing about amber was anything new, just the direction your thoughts had taken this time wasnât something the two of you had ever explored before. while things can get intense, amberâs always so sweet with you, and gentle. itâs in her nature to want to take care of people, and that extends to how she is in the bedroom.
youâd never really thought about wanting anything more, never thought it could be any different. except apparently your half-asleep brain had other ideas, and now theyâre coming back up at the worst time.Â
as soon as your eyes land on amber, your brain begins to conjure up all those fantasies you had half forgotten about it. you blush immediately, and move to hug amber, hoping she doesnât notice anything is amiss.Â
she pulls the chair beside her out for you, and you sit down, turning to isabeau, sitting on your other side, right away, hoping if you avoid looking directly at your girlfriend, your body might have a second to relax, and act normally again.
youâre sort of dreading the rest of this dinner now, wondering how long you have before amber realizes something is up. wondering what youâll say when she finally does ask, because you know itâs only a matter of time. amberâs not the kind of person who misses anything, especially when it comes to you. usually thatâs one of your favourite things about her, but tonight you admit you could do without that sort of attention.Â
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you get lost in conversation with isabeau and christina, and you think maybe youâll be fine, that your initial reaction was just because itâs been so long since youâd seen amber. surely itâs out of your system by now.Â
except amber chooses that moment to place a hand lightly on your thigh, getting your attention to ask what drink you wanted, and your entire body tenses, heat rushing to your face. you know that even if somehow amber hadnât caught on yet, thereâs no way she doesnât notice that. you stumble a little on your words when you answer her, and she eyes you a little longer than she normally would before turning to the server to relay your order.Â
with amberâs eyes off of you, you try to talk some sense into yourself, telling yourself you need to chill out. when amber turns back to you, you see the question in her eyes, subtly asking if youâre okay. you give her a slight nod, trying to reassure her that thereâs nothing to worry about, but you know she still will.
you know itâs only a matter of time now before the two of you are alone, and you try to come up with what youâre going to say to explain yourself. amberâs always been able to read you a little too well, and youâre not sure this is something you really want her to see. youâre still not sure how you really feel about these fantasies, if itâs something youâd even want to try at all. but mostly, youâre not sure how sheâd reactâif sheâd think it's too much, if sheâd think itâs too weird. so, for now, you keep it pushed down, try to make it through the rest of this dinner, and youâll deal with later when it comes.Â
still, as much as you try to keep yourself distracted with the food and conversation around you, whenever your eyes lock with amberâs, or you feel her arm brush against yours, you canât help the thoughts from rising, unbidden. the flashes from your mind that night, of amber on top of you, holding you down. you, begging for her, enjoying it a little too much.Â
by the end of the night, you think your face might be a full shade darker from the way youâve been blushing. you say goodbye to everyone, before turning to follow amber outside to wait for the uber. the cool air of the night does you well, but your hands are still a little shaky, and you fumble with your phone as you take it out of your pocket, trying to find a distraction while you stand beside amber.
youâre nervous now, and thereâs no one else to act as a buffer between you and the conversation you know amber wants to have. you can almost feel the way sheâs held herself back all night and you know youâre only putting off the inevitable.Â
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except amber must know you need a little space, because she doesnât push. you spend the whole uber ride back to her place, tense, waiting for her to bring it up and she never does. she just opens her folder of tiktoks she had saved to show you, and the two of you spend the ride laughing together. as far as distractions go, itâs a pretty good one, and youâre feeling a lot more settled by the time you reach her place.Â
once there, both of you change into comfier clothes, and amber lends you a pair of her sweats. sheâs a little taller than you, so they drag on the ground, but you donât mind. you like wearing her clothes, like having her scent surround you.
amber ends up putting a movie on, and the two of you settle on the couch. you lean against her, and pretend to pay attention to whatâs on the screen, but youâre still a little flustered from before, and you know amber can tell.Â
finally, she reaches over for the remote, and pauses the movie.Â
âokay,â she says.
you shift over, letting her sit up, and you turn to face her a little.
ây/nâ, she says, âwhatâs going on with you?âÂ
itâs gentle, but you can tell she won't let you brush her off again.
you blush immediately, looking down at your lap. youâre not sure how to explain this to her, youâre not sure how much to say.
âhey,â she says, trying to catch your eyes, âyou know you can tell me anything.âÂ
âi know,â you say. âitâs not that. itâs justâughhhâÂ
you cut yourself off, running your hands over your face. maybe if you hide behind your hands this wonât be so hard.Â
you shouldâve known that would never work with amber.Â
you feel her reach out, and her hands pry yours off your face, gentle as always. you try to pull your hands back into your lap, feeling the need to fidget nervously, but she keeps them firm in hers, holds them between the two of you on the couch.Â
âbaby,â she says.Â
you look up at her to find her already looking at you, eyes soft, full of love.Â
âyou know you never have to be embarrassed with me,â she says.Â
she reaches up to cup your cheek, and you lean a little into her hand.Â
you see in her eyes that sheâs gearing up to ask you something, and you canât help from tensing up a little, waiting to hear what sheâs going to say.
âwas it something i did?â she whispers. itâs the first time you see her look unsure all night, and you rush to reassure her.Â
âno!â you shake your head. âgod, no, of course not amber.âÂ
âokay,â she nods once, and you see the relief in it. âokay, then what?â she asks. âtalk to me?â
you huff a nervous laugh, âitâs nothing bad!â you say, then reconsider. âwellâŚi mean i guess that depends onâÂ
youâre rambling now, and amber knows it. she cuts you off gently, ây/nâ.Â
âokay! okay.â you break eye contact, looking over her shoulder, trying to build up the courage.Â
amber just waits, giving you the space. sheâs said her piece, and itâs up to you now.Â
you know you just have to get it all out at once, or you never will, so you begin to explain.Â
âokay so a while ago, i was trying to fall asleep, and i started thinking about you, well us. you know.â you look over at her now, gauging her reaction.Â
amber raises an eyebrow slightly, but nods for you to go on.Â
you start speaking faster, knowing if you stop now youâll never get it out. âand iiiii maybesortofthoughtaboutyoudominatingme. and how much i would like that.âÂ
youâre full on blushing now, and you rub a hand over your eyes, scared to see her reaction.Â
ây/nâ she breaks out a laugh. âoh my god, thatâs it?â she says.
you look at her, and you can see the relief in her eyes. sheâs smiling at you now, and suddenly youâre even more embarrassed by her nonchalance. you wonder why this was such a big deal to you, because evidently it isnât to amber.
she seems to read your silence for what it is though, and her smile fades a little, she reaches out for you.Â
she shakes her head a little, âiâm not trying to make fun of you. itâs justââ she pauses, gathering her thoughts.
âiâm just happy thereâs nothing wrong.â she settles on.Â
the emotions of the night seem to catch up to you just then, and you canât stop your eyes from watering a little. your throat suddenly feels tight, and you look down, shifting away from amberâs reaching arm.Â
youâre not mad at her, you just donât really know what to say now. it feels like youâve laid your heart out for her, and youâre still not really sure what sheâs going to do with it.
of course, amber notices all of this, and she softens. ây/n,â she says, âcome here.â
she reaches out for you, and this time you let her. she pulls you into her arms and squeezes you tight. âi love you,â she whispers. you feel the warmth of her mouth against your neck.Â
you close your eyes, blinking the tears away. âlove you too,â you answer.Â
amber pulls back slightly to look at you.Â
âand as for.. what you said,â she begins.Â
you wince a little, but hold eye contact.Â
âbaby,â she clicks her tongue. âyou know you donât have to be shy with me.â she says. âi wanna make you feel good. always.âÂ
you duck your head back into her neck. less shy now than just overwhelmed.Â
itâs the first time since those images crossed your mind that they start to feel like a real possibility. you almost want to take it all back, pretend it was all just a big joke. you know amber would never let you.Â
so, instead, you lean up and kiss her. itâs soft at first, just a gentle press of your lips before you pull away.Â
amber laughs a little at you, knowing exactly what youâre doing, before she concedes, leaning back into you to kiss you again. firmer this time, but still chaste.Â
you want more though, you canât help it. you always want more with her. at this point, youâve accepted it, even though it still embarrasses you a little, just how much she affects you, how needy she makes you feel.
this time when she leans back in, you open your mouth for her, letting her in. she hums in appreciation, before licking into your mouth.Â
you turn now as you continue to kiss her, deeper than before.Â
amber slides down along the couch and helps pull you on top of her, breaking apart to take a breath. you lean your forehead onto hers, before you move to kiss her again, open mouthed and hungry.Â
amber buries her hands in your hair, before she drags them down your back, tugging you against her as she kisses you harder. youâre both panting now, and starting to feel restless.Â
you pull back to look at her, face flushed.Â
she looks up at you, taking in your messy hair and blown pupils and groans. âbedroom?â she asks.
you nod, scrambling to get off her and she just laughs at your eagerness, before taking the hand you extend to pull her off the couch.Â
Amber Glenn x fem!reader request: heavily focussed on body worship / making Amber feel good about her body. Maybe cheeky bit of ab grinding smut pls
ft. amber glenn x f! reader â rpf
â°â⧠own me (for you, iâm a slut)â0.8k words
contains: smut!! slight insecurities & beauty standards, ab grinding, making out, body worship, slight obsession Â
⤠author's note: sheâs sooo underrated and so hot, everytime i see that video of her flexing her back muscles, i go feral
thereâs a certain picture that most people have when they think about figure skaters, oftentimes a beautiful woman with a slender figure who elegantly glides across the ice like a swan would. amber doesnât exactly fit that standard very neatly with a more toned, muscular body and a powerful skating style that emphasizes her power. for the most part, people love how she defies the traditional expectations, but there is a small population of those who dislike her and try to tear her down for a multitude of stupid reasons. she tries not to let those petty criticisms get to her and to focus on the positives, yet there were still seeds of doubt about her abilities and even her physique, which were public for the population to bring up or tear down however they wanted. sometimes the negatives stand out in her mind, especially during times of stress, wondering if the feminine outfit was actually suitable for her or if she should tone down the aggressiveness of her routine, and she ends up slipping due to the stress.
yet as intense as those emotions may seem, they all melt away like snow on a summerâs day when sheâs with you. whether youâre cheering for her on the sidelines or jumping into her arms after the performance is over, youâre her biggest cheerleader and the one who brings light to the darkness. you know exactly what to say when sheâs down and how to fix it, understanding her to an extent that she doesnât have herself while holding her hand if necessary. it reminds her that, even though sheâs a courageous woman with the fire to achieve her goals, sheâs also allowed to occasionally be a little more shy and reserved than usual with you by her side.
one of the things that she finds comforting is simply holding you in her arms, snuggling up beside you in your shared hotel room to help get her mind off the intense competition. sheâs usually the big spoon, and her body perfectly fits along the shape of yours, but sometimes, she can get a little bit too handsy. itâs not always on purpose, she just gets a little touchy when sheâs anxious, but youâre always more than happy to turn around and pull her closer.
tonight, all that physical contact is turning into something more as you climb on top of her and kiss her, feeling your lips parting as your tongues explore each otherâs mouths in a well-practiced dance. you havenât been intimate since the games started, but both of you could mutually agree that it was high time the two of you blew off some steam and released pent-up feelings.
taking off her clothes feels like a ritual where unbuttoning her silk pajamas and tossing them to the side feels like revealing a statue of a goddess. youâve done this dozens of times before, yet it feels like the first time all over again, sacred and filling you with the need to worship her as a declaration of love. some would say your devotion to her is a little intense, but you feel like the only thing stopping you from putting her on a pedestal is amber herself.
and if it must be said, your girlfriend is equally as obsessed with you, but you want tonight to be all about her as you move down to kiss her neck. for someone who is top of her field, sheâs perfect and pliant under you, letting out a soft sigh when you move to strip yourself of your clothing too.Â
yet you found yourself so distracted by her defined muscles, the way they were shaped, how they would bulge when she flexed her arm, and particularly her noticeable abs that had you practically drooling at the sight of them. youâre always like this, even when youâre watching her working out, and she giggles childishly at the way you stare at her naked torso in such a blatantly perverted way.
before long, you were grinding yourself on them, feeling your folds part while your clit rubs against the ridges as your juices slipped down the crevices. her hands were on your hips, helping guide your movements while yours were pressed onto the mattress and gripping the bed sheets with a vice. you arenât as athletic as she is, quickly feeling your thighs starting to tremble from the constant movement. it makes you regret not exercising with her, but who ever expects for sex to be so strenuous?Â
it all became a hot and sticky mess all too fast, her abs coated in a shiny sheen of your arousal and sweat, but she didnât care in the least about how she was going to have to take another shower after this, all she cares about is helping you reach your climax.Â
yet no matter how braindead you are from pleasure, you still run your mouth, letting out the most erotic moans while telling her how hot she is and how good sheâs making you feel from just laying there. some might be annoyed with how talkative you are, but she isnât one of those people, taking all of your words to heart and feeling it bloom as you cry out in ecstasy.
amber glenn x fem!reader, second person pov, fluff + light angst + smut (nsfw)
word count: 2.6k
tags: college au, friends to lovers, smut, first time sorta, use of y/n, part one here!
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3 shots later and nursing a cooler, the alcohol is hitting you and you can almost convince yourself that you can have a normal night.
except amber knows you well enough now to know that youâre always extra affectionate after a few drinks, prone to leaning on your friends and lingering touches.Â
so of course she notices when you arenât like that tonight. itâs not that you donât want to touch her. of course you do, even more now that the buzz from the drinks youâve had are removing some of your usual hesitancy.Â
itâs just that every time you get close enough to reach a hand out, every time you feel her brush up against you, your mind conjures images from your dreams that youâre trying your best to forget.Â
so, youâve resolved to keep your distance, at least for tonight, and youâre concentrating extra hard through the haze of alcohol to stay away, even though every instinct in your body pulls you towards her.Â
you make sure to keep either alysa or isabeau between you and amber at all times, and at first you think maybe youâre succeeding, that maybe itâs not noticeable. but alysa keeps giving you concerned looks every time you lean away from amber, and now even isabeau seems to be catching on, looking between you and amber like thereâs a puzzle to figure out.Â
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once you get to the house, alysa and isabeau disappear almost immediately, pulled away into a game of beer pong.Â
you glare at alysa, you canât believe sheâs just going to leave you alone with amber like this, but she just shrugs apologetically as she lets herself get dragged away.Â
once theyâre gone, you just stand there, trying to stay as still as possible. you can feel the heat of amberâs body beside you, and somehow you know her eyes are on you, daring you to look, but youâre too stubborn to concede.Â
you're already flustered tonight, exhausted from trying to keep your distance.Â
amber of course notices, because sheâs amber.Â
all at once, amberâs attention on you plus the blaring music and bodies crowding in the small room are overwhelming. you make some half-assed excuse to amber as you push away from her, heading outside for air.Â
you canât bring yourself to look back, but you can perfectly picture the concerned look youâre sure she has on her face, eyes following you as you head to the backyard.Â
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youâre outside, leaning against the porch railing, letting the night air soothe you.
thereâs a group of people standing a few feet away, sharing a joint. the slightly sour smell wafts over, invading your senses.Â
itâs comforting, in a weird way, brings you back to quiet nights spent with alysa, deep conversations late into the night.Â
itâs probably only been ten minutes, but it feels like itâs been hours when amber appears beside you.Â
she just stands beside you for a minute, before she opens her mouth to speak.
ây/n,â she says, letting it hang there.Â
you look over at her, finally, too tired to keep pretending.Â
âwhatâs going on with you?â she asks.Â
âiâm not stupid,â she continues. ââi know youâve been.. i know thereâs something wrong. and alysa saidââ she stops there, but you can fill in the blanks. your stomach sinks.Â
god youâre going to kill alysa. you canât believe she told amber.Â
but itâs out in the open now, and you canât deny it any longer.Â
âiâm sorryâ you rush out, words tripping over each other. maybe if you say this fast enough you can forget it ever happened, and everything will go back to normal, how it was before you had to mess it all up.Â
itâs obvious amber has figure it out, and you just hope sheâll still want to be your friend after this is all over.Â
âi didnât mean toââ you continue. âi wasnât trying to make you uncomfortable, i just.. iâll back off, okay? i already have been, i just thoughtââ
amber is already shaking her head, stepping closer.
ây/nââ
but youâre not listening, because of course this is how this was going to go. of course. you feel stupid now, standing there, everything laid out and wrong.
âitâs fine,â you cut in quickly, even though itâs not. âreally, i get it. we can justâ go back to normal. you donât have to say anything, iââ
you look away, jaw tight, already taking a step back.
âi should probably just..â
she reaches out then, grabs your wrist.Â
ây/n.â she repeats.
thereâs something in her voice that makes you pause, but you canât bring yourself to look up at her yet.Â
âiâm not rejecting you!â she finally blurts.Â
you blink. turn back, slowly.Â
âwhat?â
youâre not sure if you misheard. you need her to repeat herself, to explain.
amber lets out a breath, like sheâs been holding it this whole time. âiâve been trying to tell you that i like you.âÂ
all you can do is stare at her, trying to catch up.Â
âlikeââ you gesture vaguely between the two of you, âlike like me?â
she huffs out a quiet laugh, almost disbelieving. âyes. like like you. for..â she shakes her head a little, for a while now.â
everything in your brain kind of just stalls at that.Â
âbut i thoughtââ you start, then stop, youâre half convinced this is just another dream.Â
amber steps closer, careful, like sheâs giving you room to pull away if you still want to.Â
you donât. you never really did.
âi thought you were avoiding me,â she says, softer now. âi thought you knew and were trying to let me down easy.â
âno,â you say immediately, shaking your head. âno, i wasââ you let out a breath, a little helpless. âi had a sex dream about you and then i panicked.â
thereâs a beat.
you cringe, canât believe you just admitted that.Â
amber just stares at you.Â
âyou what?â
you squeeze your eyes shut for a second. âyeah. so. thatâs where iâve been.â
thereâs another pause, and for a split second you panic, if you havenât already ruined everything surely this has.Â
but amber just lets out a laugh, surprised, a little breathless.Â
âoh my god,â she says, like she canât believe it. âthatâs why?â
you nod, mortified. âyeah. thatâs why.â
she shakes her head, smiling now, something softer settling into her expression.
âyouâre unbelievable.â
âin a bad way or..â
she doesnât let you finish. this time when she steps in, she doesnât hesitate.
her hand comes up to your jaw, steadying you for half a second like sheâs giving you the chance to pull back.Â
when you donât, she kisses you.
â
itâs quick at first, almost like sheâs testing it, soft, careful. like sheâs not entirely sure youâre real, that this is happening.
you freeze. for a second, you donât move at all, brain going completely blank.
then it hits you.
and suddenly youâre kissing her back.
itâs messy, a little off at first, the two of you catching on each other, but then it settles, clicks into something that feels almost too natural.
your hand finds her sleeve, gripping like you need something to anchor you.
she makes a quiet sound against your mouth, like relief more than anything else.
when you pull back, itâs only barely, foreheads almost touching, both of you breathing a little uneven.
you blink at her.
âoh.â
amber lets out a soft laugh, just as breathless. âyeah.â
you stare at her for another second, thenâ âokay. yeah.â
her expression shifts then, like sheâs making a decision.Â
âdo you wanna get out of here?â she asks, a little quieter now. âisabeauâs not staying at the dorm tonight.âÂ
you hesitate for like a half a second, before nodding.
âyeah. yeah, iâyeah.â
her eyes sparkle in amusement at you, but you can see the relief hiding further underneath. her hand finds yours without thinking this time, and you donât pull away, just grip harder.Â
she turns to start the walk back to her dorm, pulling you by the hand, and you follow easily.Â
â
youâre confident until you get to amberâs room. the door closes, and in the quiet of her dorm, you realize itâs just you and amber, and thereâs no more distractions, no more secrets to hide behind.Â
suddenly you find yourself getting a little shy, a little nervous. thereâs been a couple boys in the past, nothing too serious, but you realize that this might be your first time with a girl. you canât stop the blush that rises to your face as you look at amberâs bed, right there. you donât want to be presumptuous, butâŚ
amber must notice your sudden hesitancy, of course she does. she walks over and sits on the edge of her bed, tilts her head up at you, searching.Â
âyou okay?â she asks, soft, eyes never leaving your face.Â
your blush deepens at that, amberâs sole attention on you.Â
âno, yeah! itâs just..â you trail off, not sure how to explain. not sure if you want to. you suddenly feel awkward, standing in front of amber. youâre not sure what to do with your hands.Â
amber just waits, patient, face open.Â
âi justâiâve never.. with a girl,â you offer, a little embarrassed now.Â
âoh baby,â she coos. her shoulders fall, relief evident in her eyes. âthatâs okay.âÂ
âwe can slow down,â she offers.Â
you shake your head. âno iââ
you don't know what to say, how to explain yourself, so you just step forward and reach for amber instead, leaning down to kiss her, hard.Â
she responds eagerly, before catching herself, pulling back. âare you sure? we donât have to do anything right now.â you can tell sheâs sincere.Â
âamber,â you say, âplease.â
âokay,â she exhales a laugh, before pulling you down to kiss you again. she shifts a little to lie down on the bed, pulling you down to lie on top of her. her hands run down your sides before going back up, under your shirt, sliding up your back.Â
she pulls back from where she was against your neck, âtake this off?â she asks, pulling at your shirt.
you nod, sitting up. you lift your arms up and she helps you pull it off.Â
âyou too,â you say, nodding to her shirt.Â
she leans back to take her own shirt off, throwing it somewhere beside her on the floor before reaching for you again, hands cupping your cheeks, to kiss you.Â
after a little while, you open your mouth a little, and she takes the hint, pokes her tongue out, testing you.
you open your mouth wider at that, letting out a little moan. she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into her mouth fully now, and you respond. your tongues meet, wet and hot. you both groan at the contact. amber slides her hands down from your face and around your back, pulling you into her.Â
you canât help yourself from grinding down automatically onto the leg amber has slotted in between yours.Â
you freeze, worried youâre going too fast but amber just slides her hands down to your ass, pulls you against her thigh harder, flexing so that you can rub against her.Â
âkeep going,â she breathes.Â
at her permission, your body takes over and you grind down again, harder this time. you lean your forehead against amberâs as your hips continue shifting. youâre both breathing hard now, and you feel amber getting restless underneath you.Â
she taps at your legs, getting you to lift up off her so that she can move.Â
you stand up to take your pants off, while amber watches you lazily from where sheâs still lying down, before she slides hers off too. you lay back down on top of amber, and she snakes her arms around your waist to hug you, before she rolls you over so that now sheâs laying on top of you.Â
she props herself up on her elbows, chest brushing against yours, as she leans down to continue kissing you. itâs softer now, sheâs taking her time with you, indulging.Â
eventually, you canât help the way your hips start lifting up into hers, trying to find some semblance of pressure.Â
you huff in frustration at the lack of pressure, and she pulls back to look at you, sees how needy you are for her, how desperate youâre getting.Â
amber winks, âdonât worry baby, I'll take good care of you.â
then sheâs sliding down your body to slot herself between your legs. she places a kiss right above your knee, before continuing higher.
she slides her hands up your thighs, then leans down to nose at your hip before she finally moves to lick at your cunt. sheâs slow at first, licking once along the length of you. testing you out, before she looks up to see your reaction.
at the first feel of her mouth on you, you exhale loud, eyes closing. you reach out to bury your hands in her hair, trying to pull her back to where you need her.
you canât believe how good it feels, her mouth, hot and wet between your legs.
she flattens her tongue to drag across your cunt, before switching to pulse on your clit.Â
you cry out at that, âahhâamber!â itâs all you can say.
her name turns into moans, and she licks at you harder, hands gripping your thighs to keep your shifting hips in place, encouraged by the sounds you canât help but make.
when you realize how loud youâre being, you bring a hand up to cover your mouth, trying to stop the noises from escaping.
when amber notices what youâre doing, she stops, looks up at you.Â
you almost come right there, seeing her looking up at you from between your thighs, lipstick smeared over her face, chin slick with you. she reaches up for the hand that's covering your mouth and pulls it away.
âdonât,â she murmurs. voice rough and low, âwanna hear you.âÂ
at that, you let your head fall back against the mattress with a groan, eyes rolling back.Â
âthatâs it, baby,â you can hear the smile in her voice now, âjust like that.â
â
you wake up to the sun blinding you. youâre confused at first, not recognizing where you are, until the night before comes rushing back in, along with a pounding in your head you had been hoping to do without. you groan, turning back over to avoid the sun.Â
âmorning,â amber whispers. âhow you feeling?â
âughhh,â is all you can say.Â
amber laughs, eyes soft.Â
itâs then that the door gets pushed open.
you turn to amber, eyes wide, but she just rolls her eyes, âisabeau,â she groans. âif you leave right now without a word and donât come back for another two hours i will buy you coffee for the rest of the week.â
âmake it a month and i'm sold.âÂ
âugh whatever just, get out,â amber reaches out for a pillow to throw towards the door where isabeau is still standing, wide grin on her face.Â
âjust wait until alysa hears about this,â you hear her say as she leaves, letting the door slam behind her on the way out.Â
âoh my goddd,â you drop your head into the mattress beside amber, âweâre never gonna hear the end of this are we?â
âno,â she breathes out a laugh. âworth it though,â you hear the question in it that she wonât dare to ask.
âso worth it,â you confirm, snuggling back into amber.Â
Warning: SMUT! NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI!, fingering, lesbian sex, teacher x student plot, talk of alcohol consumption, shy reader, slight praise kink,overwhelmed orgasm.
A/n: alright guys ball međđđ˝ Iâm sorry for being inactive in writing! But Iâll be back up and running as soon as possible Iâve seen the requests Iâll get them done but for now hereâs my little apology.
â I could get used to thisâ you hear Catherine say behind you. Her voice came out soft but with a raspy edge and like always it caused your stomach to sub-dive into a familiar pit.
â what? Me doing your dishesâ you asked throwing her a glance over your shoulder with a small smile. You hear her chuckle softly as she gulps her wine before the clink of it coming to the counter reached your ears.
â that tooâ her voice is so low and poised that it sends a surge through you, mostly down there.
You turn around to get a good look at her as you dry off your hands on the towel.
â oh, you meant your wineâ you laughed as she nodded with that damn smirk and slightly raised eyebrow that always got you on the low house.
â come hereâ for a second your breath hitches and you swear you hear your brain short circuit before it rewires, your feet takes you to her in an instant. Now youâre standing in front of her and her hands find their way to your hips.
â can I kiss you?â She asks, she wasnât even looking at you, she was already looking at your god damn lips. God this woman was insufferable â yet you loved it. Your heart was racing and you could feel your hands shaking. Not trusting your voice you nod.
â I need words darlingâ you exhale shaky before you open your mouth to consent to her.
â yes pleaseâ that was all she needed before her mouth was on yours.
Her lips are on yours before you can even move. Before you can think. But you don't want to think.
You moan into the kiss, grabbing her waist, dragging her closer like youâve needed this for weeks. Maybe you have, who knows.
Maybe youâve been starving for it and didn't know until right now.
She presses forward and you stumble, your back hitting the counter of the sink with a soft thud. Her hands come up to cup your face, one of them sliding into your hair, fingers curling against the back of your neck.
You kiss her harder.
Her tongue brushes yours and you gasp, open for her before you can even think about it. She takes it, moaning softly into your mouth, and you melt.
Her hands are still on yours, one at your waist now, holding you there, the other trailing up to your jaw again, thumb brushing the corner of your cheek. Your arms are around her, fists gripping the fabric of her sweater.
â tell me what you wantâ she stammered, both of you completely out of breath, you felt like your entire world is spinning. You could form the words but you didnât know how to.
â come on baby, you can do itâŚ.. tell mommy what you wantâ that breaks whatever innocent barrier that was over you and you pull her in for another kiss but she pulls back quicklyâ God how desperate you must have looked.
â please just touch me, i want it so badâ that was all Catherine needed to hear and before you knew it her mouth was back on yours in an instant.
You pull her close again. You both kiss like youâre starving. messy, full, deep. Catherine presses into you, walking you backward through the hallway, her hands now firm at your waist, and you follow without question.
You both stumble through a doorway you obviously don't recognize, and then you feel it-the soft nudge of something behind your knees. A bed. Youâre in her bedroom.
Your heart spikes. It's not that you don't want her. You do.
But the thought of anything more than this right now
This kissing, this warmth, this closeness-sends a ripple of nerves straight through you. You knew where this was going but you didnât know if you wanted to continue and if not how to stop it.
She must have felt the change in your body posture, the way you stiffened and pulled back slightly.
â hey, hey. Itâs okay. Just trust me okay?â She whispers and you do. She doesnât push you to use your words this time instead just tries to initiate the intimacy she wants you to feel.
She gently pushes you down on the mattress as she comes up to kiss your forehead. She makes her way down your face kissing your cheek, then your jaw line towards your collarbone before she gets to your chest she leaves a feathery kiss on your shoulder before she gently taps your biceps initialing you to take off your shirt.
You obey, pulling the material over your head as you stay bare in your bra. She gives you a gentle peck on the lips as her hands sneak around the back to unclasp the bra. A moan escapes you as the coldness of the air strikes your nipples.
Catherine smirks at this as her hands move down towards your shorts to toy with the strings there. You follow the pattern and slowly lift your hips as she removes them too. Inyour underwear alone she comes back up to kiss you, this time itâs slow and deliberate â desperate and sloppy even, you couldnât help the whine that came out of you.
â good girl, just like that. Relax for meâ she whispers as she pushes you down against the softness of the pillow and the mattress.
She doesnât remove your underwear at first, she just smiles as her gaze flicks between you and your white cotton lace. How it clung to you perfectly.
She pulled them to the side as she gaped at your cunt that was some how already so wet although she barely even touched you yetâ and she thought she was the desperate one.
She could hear you breathing heavily from above and when she looked up your eyes were locked on hers. She smirked at the sight of you before bringing her fingers to her lips then gently to your small bud as she made circles on the surface.
Your eyes fluttered close as you let out a sharp gasp. She didnât tease you for too long before she slithered her fingers down to your hole and pushing pass the entrance, there she insert two digits into you at once. Your back arched slightly up off the bed as your hands worked into the sheetsâ not pulling , just there to ground you.
She feels heat building within her own areas at the site of you, so desperate, so pretty so perfectly under her control. Her fingers worked there way in and out of you slowly at first. She wanted to see what makes your face scrunch up, what pulls a sound from you. What could make you break.
She was just testing the waters.
Pushing your limits
It felt so good, her slim fingers inside you taking up so much space. They worked in a slow ordained fashion. Small circles, in and out. You gulped as you felt yourself getting even more wet around her fingers.
â so good for meâ she whispered, pushing her fingers deeper as she began to curl and twist her fingers inside you. She listened as you sighed and subconsciously spread your legs wider, getting her more acces to go even deeper.
â does it feel good?â She asked as she used her other hand to roam around your body, caressing your tender flesh, kneading your breast.
â so goodâ you mewled words barely audible but they reached Catherineâs ear.
Soon wet noises could be heard throughout the room as she increased her pace, her fingers were so skillful and she could tell you were close.
She firmly placed her hand on your lower abdomen as she fucked tou harder, now you were starting to shake as your hips fought in a needy back and forth motion on her fingers to chase your high.
â shitâ now you were gripping the sheets like your life depended on it, your thighs were shaking and your eyes were rolled back. You were a mess.
â w-wait stop my tummy hurtsâ you managed to breath out but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Youâve never felt like this before and the pressure was becoming too intense for you to handle.
â Cathie Iâm g-gonnaâ fuck Jesus Christâ your vision became clouded as you felt the knot in your stomach finally snaps and your hand flies downwards in a desperate attempt to slow her hand movements but she swats it away, allowing you to fully live out your orgasm.
She gently removed her fingers from inside you and bring them up to her mouth, cleaning them as she smirked down at you lustfully.
â now this i could definitely get used toâŚ.â
could you possible do one with isadora where sheâs just so desperate đ like begging typa thing and weâre saying no but finally cave in while on the camping trip
pairing:Â isadora capri x fem!reader
genre: 18+ smut
wc: 1,240
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she's been on you all morning.
her hands, wandering your body, pulling you into her, and pawing at you oh so desperately.
her lips, repeatedly pecking your face, pouting when you move your head away like a tease before she can get you hooked on the way her lips move against your own.
she's only like this because she hasn't gotten alone time with you for a whole two days. apparently, that's enough to have her begging on her knees for a quickie and whining like a pathetic puppy when you deny her.
you're only teasing, of course. you want her badly. you'd love nothing more than to say yes and see her pounce on you like an animal. but it's way more fun to watch your older girlfriend claw at you and practically hump your ass while begging for just two minutes alone before the camping trip.
"please, baby?" isadora watches you bend over as you finish packing with glazed-over eyes. she can feel her brain going dumb. all she wants is to drop to her knees and hump your leg so she can stop this throbbing between her legs. "i need you so bad. and there's a full moon tonight. you know i can't control myself when it comes to you."
standing up straight, you turn to look at isadora with a smirk. it grows wider as you see the amount of desperation written on her crumbling face. it almost looks like she wants to cry.
"well, then, you'd better control yourself, izzie. because you're not getting any tonight."
something like pride swells in your chest from hearing her wolfish whimper.
she whimpers all the way down to the buses, still tries to beg for you even while helping everyone get situated onto the buses by giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.
miss capri has to ride in the teacher's bus, and you love thinking about how desperate she must be right now, cramped up with all of them, when all she can think about is you beneath her and the way you moan for her.
you're growing wet just thinking about how good she's gonna fuck you when you finally give her the okay. honestly, the pulsing in your crotch is growing to be too much, and you're almost thinking of caving in tonight instead of after the camping trip.
and you know she can smell your wetness right now.
it makes you feel a little dirty when you spread your legs, thinking the smell of your arousal might waft straight into her nose.
it does, kind of, but you're right. she can smell you. she can barely understand the conversation she's entangled in with mr. tuder-pole because she's getting high off your scent, just swaying and licking her lips, imagining you on her tongue.
;
she's sooo antsy when you all come out of the busâŚ. still giving you those puppy dog eyes, but you swear you see drool on her chin. you can't get a close enough look and tease her about it because she's climbing the bus and getting all of your things, saying she'll carry them for you and set up camp.
she's trying to butter you up, yes, but also, she's just whipped like that!! your teasing has made her go into subspace basically, and all she wants is to please you. your strong, older gf will take care of it, don't worry.
regardless of what she says, you still help her set up camp.
you can hear her breath hitch when you accidentally brush your hand against hers, or when you touch her shoulders as you stand next to her and thank her for doing most of the work. if she wasn't surrounded by all of nevermore, she probably would've dropped to her knees and started pawing at your crotch.
your teasing doesn't last long. not when you start to get hornybrained and almost as equally as desperate as isadora. and god, she does look really good today. her jacketâŚ.her pants that make her ass look amazingâŚ.that button up that you keep thinking about ripping off so you can smother her chest in kissesâŚ.
the second you lean over to her and say, "take me back to the tent," she's using her wolf speed to get you there in record time.
she makes sure it's all zipped up and is so thankful everyone's preoccupied with the game because she's gonna take her time with you. she'll be here until the morning when they all have to leave. fuck, she'll stay and just carry you home if she has to, because once she gets her mouth on you, she doesn't think she can pull it away.
her lips are all over you, making you moan softly and arch your back when she bites. one of your hands is tangled in her curly hair, and the other is helping her out of her shirt while she helps you out of your pants.
you feel so alive and so hot once she's got them off and starts licking her way down to your stomach, panting as she inhales a big whiff of your arousal.
"thank you for letting me touch you." she places a sloppy kiss on your thigh that turns into nibbling. "you don't know how tough it's been for me these past two days without your touch. i've missed how you feel around my tongue. i always need you with me, honey."
speaking of honey, her sweet honey-like voice has you dripping even more. you love it when she talks dirty like this when she has the prettiest voice ever. you love hearing her broken whines and how high her voice goes once she's reached the edge.
isadora attaches her mouth where you want it the most, and she moans along with you, her brain melting until all she thinks about is you, you, you.
your pleasure.
your taste.
your perfect body.
you.
she rests her hands on your chest as she circles her tongue on your clit, the cool touch of her rings making you arch your back a little. she holds you down by groping your tits and pushing you back into the ground, because she was way too desperate to lift you and place you on the blown-up air mattress, not even 10 inches away.
she pulls back from your groin, strings of saliva hanging from her lips as she heaves.
"you taste so fucking good." isadora growls, and you whine and lift your hips toward her face when she spits on your pussy. she shoves her face back in and mixes in her spit with your wetness, feeling herself get pussydrunk.
she's always a lightweight.
thinking about isadora who's strapped the fuck up and pounds you until your pussy is numbâŚ. just gets out her frustrations and desperation from the past two days and makes you feel so good because that's all she wanted to do. just wanted to watch you unravel and struggle to breathe while she hits your sweet spot over and over again with her strap. she wanted to tell you to cum for her and lick it clean until you cum all over again on her tongue.
that post sex glow makes her look so FINE during the campfire. that full moon werewolf sex hits so good. she has to carry you back to the bus the next day.
Warning: Smut!! Minors DNI, reader is a college student, lesbian sex, semi public sex, praise kink, piano sex, slight thigh riding,choking kink, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, talk of neck biting and fangs, etc.
Synopsis: Youâve been purposefully skipping your piano classes because of high tension between you and your music teacher Ms.Capri but now you have no other choice otherwise youâll be expelled.
A/n: Iâm backkkkk, consider this my peace offering.
â have I made myself clear young lady?â Principal Dort asked his tone firm yet so causal, he tries to act as if he could replace weems but he fails miserably over and over again and it shows terribly.
â yes sirâ you answer, eyes flicking between him and the clock above him, youâve been in this office listening to him rant about your skill for music and how much scholarships you could get as if you cared â hell is your lack of interest not enough. If you wanted to major in music you would have but you majored in theatre and now itâs like free will doesnât exist.
â good, Ms capri will now show you outâ You stiffen at the mention of her name because truth be told you had forgotten about her entire existence since you stepped foot into the room like an hour and a half ago. She was the one who had made the complaint about you skipping her classes and disobeying her rules. Surely enough if she wasnât such an underneath bitch you would gladly go everyday without hesitation.
But itâs not even that, you have a thing for herâ redheads not herâŚ.. but still. You hated how you got all flustered around her and how easily sheâd pick up on it and tease you all day about it or how your legs would go weak on you whenever her fingertips made contact with any body part of yours.
You scoffed before getting up abruptly and showing your own self out. You slammed the door behind you as you made your way up the stairs towards the music room. Walking down the halls your mind got lost in itself that you hadnât even realized that youâve already made it to the door but it was locked.
You sighed after twisting the knob like three times.
â Itâs s your impatience that overpowers your passion for musicâ A voice behind you startles you a little too good for someone who isnât easily scared, and to a voice you knew far too well. You tilted your head up and closed your eyes before you began counting, itâs a method your therapist told you to use for your anger issues.
â And anger drives a man to madnessâ your breath hitches slightly when you feel her breath on your neck, fuck sheâs close, too close. So you stay facing the door afraid if you turn around you might do something stupid or give into her little games and you refuse to play pawn for her.
She opens the door with ease and slips inside as if nothing ever happened as if she didnât just cast a spell on you. With an exhausted exhale you enter the room locking the door behind you. You turn around and sheâs standing besides the piano with an unreadable expression. No smile, No playful smirk, nothing. You avert your gaze from hers and move towards the sofa before she intervenes.
â Iâve got no time for games tonight childâ you pause.
â Donât call me thatâ you say a little too harshly, she knows youâre one of her kind, a werewolf who struggles with her anger yet she still wants to play Russian roulette.
â what? Childâ There it is now, a faint expression of a smirk, her tone is flat but you could hear the tease in it from your stand point.
â Iâm not a child!â You shout, claws extracting fully, long and sharp as your fangs also slightly extend. She chuckles faintly before turning towards the piano.
â You sure do act like oneâ she whispers. Thatâs it, youâve had enough, you speed up to her and just as you were about to slash her she spins on her heels and grabs you by the throat.
â Enough alreadyâ she doesnât sound angry, surprisingly, just plainly disappointed or maybe even tired. Her eyes search yours, not fully letting her grip on your neck slip just yet. You try to avoid her eyes but you couldnât. Her eyes were just the right shade of honey brown with the most beautiful shade of green that only the eyes who truly look could see. You felt yourself melt in her hold and she did too because that gave her the que to let you go.
Her eyebrow twitches and again you see the faintest smirk appear in her lips before itâs gone. She sits and you quietly do too. She closes her eyes and exhales steadily before her fingers began playing the keys. You werenât exactly sure what she was playing but it flowed so smoothly, it was truly what people called âmusic to my earsâ. Suddenly you caught yourself swaying slightly to the rhythm.
When she finally stops itâs not abrupt or sudden itâs slow and dragged out almost like two lovers saying goodbye that wants everything but to let go of each other. It was stunning.
â that wasâŚ. Pretty greatâ your voice was soft almost like you didnât wanna startle her because her eyes still remained closed. She hummed softly to what sounded like the outro before opening her eyes and smiling warmly at you.
â thank you my love, do you wanna give it a go?â She asks repaying her own softness of tone. She sensed your hesitation and before you could process whatâs happening she placed a hand on your thigh, fuck why did you wear a dress. Her palm felt like it was burning through your skin.
â Do you hate music?â She asks, tone flat but yet almost too careful.
â whatâno how could i?â When she quirks her lips just enough to show her dimples you know she isnât convinced. Sighing you rotate your body just a little bit more to properly face her.
â I love music itâs just thatââ
â It doesnât fulfill you? You just need a little pushâ without warning she grabs your waist and pulls you onto her lap, the sudden movement causes your dress to hitch further up your thighs where wondering eyes shouldnât see and her thigh subconsciously presses into you. The position is inappropriate and most definitely uncomfortable but you say nothing.
The redhead uses one hand to stead you by pressing it firmly against your stomach while the other guides your hands to the keys.
â I want you to show me that you can play babygirlâ You gulp and nod as you pick a song to play from memory, deciding to just go with a learnerâs classical. If you attended more of her classes you know and would have learned a few songs by now. You could feel the way her thigh flexed beneath your center and youâre certain she could feel how wet you were already.
â Go onâ At her words you start playing, it all feels weird and forced and before you knew it frustration started to get the best of you.
â Take you timeâ She whispers into your ear in the most sexy way. Your breathing got more elaborate as you tried to focus on the task in front of you but you sucked at it.
â Feel the notes babyâ Her voice is lower this time and you swear you feel her hand slip between your inner thigh. Her body heat, her breathing on your neck, her hands all over you and her thigh pressing so perfectly against your clit was too much. You practically jumped off her as you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment. You whisper a quiet â fuck â as you step aside almost tripping but she was fast enough to catch you.
She pries your hand away from your face and before you could think of an excuse for your actions or even an apology her lips are crashing against yours. Itâs slow and deliberate but thereâs a rough tenderness to it and you feel your head beginning to spin. She places her hand on the small of your back as the other brings your face closer to hers, deepening the kiss and you swear she knocks all the air out of your lungs doing that.
You tangle your fingers in her hair as you gently placed your hands on her chest more stabling yourself than pushing her away.
â I want youâ You manage to say and she smiles into the kiss, she taps your thighs and you do a little jump but itâs enough for her to lift you up onto the piano. She doesnât break the kiss until you moan which she swallows quickly before making her way down to your jaw leaving feathery ghost like kisses until she gets to your neck. There she goes mad. She nips and sucks at the tender flesh there when She finds your sweet spot your head falls back and an exquisite moan escapes you and she does you dirty by sucking and licking at it.
Your hands reach for her hair and tugs softly at it as you feel her fangs barely graze your pulse point as she ravishes you. She pushes you back before she began to push your dress up above your knees. You swallow hard as you sat yourself up on your elbows as you watch her take off your underwear. Her actions are hurried and some what filled with desire and you think back to earlier when she told you about being impatient now look at her.
She pushes your thighs away as she makes space for herself between them, spreading you wider. Thereâs a smirk on her face but this time it isnât faint, itâs clear as day.
â Youâre so wet for meâ She whispers, her hot breath fanning your cunt just perfectly. She looks up at you as she carefully lowers her head in between your thighs. She takes her time as she leaves ghost like kisses on the flesh of your inner thighs, so light you barely feel them but it makes you crave her touch more.
â Pleaseâ You whisper but it doesnât seem to reach her ears.
â Isadoraâ This does, her gaze flicks up towards you and she hums.
â I need youâ You see the shift in her eyes when you say those words because something in her eyes now makes her look so feral, almost like she wanted to devour you and leave no remains, you wanted her to ruin you.
â Yeah?â Her brow twitches and her smile widens revealing her fangs. You gasp as you felt her insert two digits inside of your cunt suddenly. You felt so full and delighted it was un-fucking-believable. When she curls them and pushes a little deeper inside you thatâs when she earns herself a shallow moan from you , and in her mind itâs more angelic that hearing instruments play so she does it again.
And just like she imagined , you moaned only this time louder. But now she wasnât just addicted to the sweet noises you made for her but to the way your walls were spamming around her fingers. It felt so good, your juices were already soaking her fingers and dripping down her knuckles as her fingers got sucked in more by your precious cunt.
â Fuckâ You mewled throwing your head back as your fingers got tangled in her messy curls. Isadora uses her other hand to spread your folds as she leans down to lick a stride up towards your clit. Your grip tightened when her tongue circled your clit, slow and deliberate, before flattening against it and dragging hard.
You bucked against her mouth, a guttural sound breaking free from you , and the pull on her hair only spurred her on. She licked you like sheâd die without it, desperate and relentless, mouth already slick with you.
She pauses for a moment before pulling back to look up at you, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in a shallow way, a slightly sweaty forehead and her favorite your slightly arched chest. And that gave her an idea , she wanted to see your breast.
With her fingers still inside you she reaches up and rips off your shirt causing buttons to fly everywhere. Your eyes immediately flew open and widen but before you could react her mouth is on you, only this where you desperately needed it to be, on your cunt.
She takes her time savoring your taste, seeing what draws a sound from you and what makes you twitch. She holds your legs open as she licks around your clit and back down to your hole where she teasingly circles before going back up to your smalll bud. There she envelops it in her mouth as she starts sucking on it like itâs a piece of candy.
Her hands made their way up to your stomach and your chest as she started kneading and tugging at your bra until it shifted enough for your nipple to slip free. She rolled it between her fingers, and you gasped. The room was filled with the wet sound of her fingers working you open, your broken moans, the slap of skin against wood when you writhed beneath her.
She released your clit before snaking her way up towards you. She kissed you again, hard, biting your lower lip before pulling back to watch you fall apart by the works of her fingers before going back down again. The sound of you was everything-low, throaty groans, sharp gasps, the rough, almost broken sound of her name spilling from your lips when she sucked your clit between her teeth. You rocked against her own hand in time with the drag of her tongue, your body thrumming with the obscene intimacy of it: your thighs tight around her face, your grip punishing in her hair, your moans filling the small music room.
If anyone were to pass by theyâd surely hear the sinful acts taking place.
"Christ," you groaned, voice rough, hips jerking when she slid two fingers into you at the same time again. She curled her tongue against your clit. "You're going to make meâ" your head fell back, the cords in your neck straining, and you tugged her hair so hard youâre certain her scalp tingled. "âfuck, you're going to make me come."
"Come for me," She ordered, voice wrecked, hair falling loose around her face, God she looked like a fallen angel from above and you were ready to submit to her in the blink of an eye.
Your inevitable climax tore through you, shuddering and hot, your nails digging into her shoulders as she fucked you through it. The look on her face as you unraveled - hungry, awed, lips parted like she was memorizing the sound of you - burned itself into your memory.
When you finally slumped against the cold platform of the piano , panting was when she pulled her fingers out of you. You laid there for a while before sitting up, to your surprise you found her already looking at you with the softest eyes as if she didnât just snatch your soul two seconds ago.
âWhat?â You asked genuinely confused.
â I have a feeling youâre gonna love playing the piano nowâ she said her eyes glowing.
â why?â
â because I just fucked you on oneâ she whispered leaning in to kiss you but you push her away as you roll your eyes.
â youâre impossibleâ you say and she chuckles.
but make it isadora capri x 18+ cocky futch student⌠hm.
warnings: smut đ
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thin ice
nevermore academy, november 2025
isadora had long reached the end of her tether with that one self-righteous, bratty tomboy. the way sheâd swagger the halls in those clunky boots, adjusting her leather jacket with a swift, smooth tug. with that smug grin which bared wolfish canines. sharp and glistening even in the dim candlelight that lined the academy from spire to the very foundations of the gothic building.
isadora scoffed with disgust at the faintest scent of the girl. so unbearably cocky, yet so unbearably talented too⌠much to isadoraâs abhorrence.
y/n was no little of a prodigy when it came to guitars. whether that be acoustic or electric, the girl was a natural.
which, naturally, meant the school had also decided private music lessons for the young guitarist would be compulsory.
âtalent like that canât be wasted.â had been principal dortâs words to the schoolâs music teacher when he had first witnessed y/nâs awe-inspiring performance at the founderâs pyre ceremony.
isadora had merely forced a low hum of faux agreement in response through tightly pursed lips.
tch, the only reason why dort had been so impressed was because the girl had played some cheesy 80âs songâŚ
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âmiss capri~â that grating, migraine-inducing voice drawls as a figure slips into the music classroom. âhow we doing, eh?â
isadoraâs jaw instantly tenses, canine teeth grinding against each other painfully. she swiftly turns, auburn locks swaying with the harsh suddenness of the movement. her dark eyes, poised with poison, settle onto you.
ây/n.â she states, completely lacking of any emotion.
âthatâs my nameâŚâ you hum back, teasingly low.
oh, you were getting a kick out of this, werenât you?
isadoraâs nostrils visibly flare, her jet-black pupils dilate even further, the frustration behind them expanding by tenfold too.
âyouâre late.â she quips, brisk and plain.
you merely shrug in response, casually pulling out a wooden chair which you slump on, leaning back and radiating an air of nonchalance. blindly, you then reach out and clutch the neck of the nearest acoustic guitar, swinging it into position across your lap and cradling it without a care in the world.
isadora stares hard, already seething, despite the fact you hadnât necessarily done anything remotely annoying.
besides breathing.
she clicks her tongue typically and folds her arms over her chest lazily in attempt to show she was careless too.
âalrightâŚâ isadora begins, voice as raspy as usual, âplay something for me.â
reluctantly, you straighten your posture and slide your fingers along the fretboard into position. thumb and forefinger clutching a pick, you begin to slowly strum a tune. your left hand slides swiftly along the wooden neck of the instrument, calloused fingers navigating with ease as they press down hard, taut white with the effort of forming specific chords.
isadora watches on, silently studying your performance. more specifically, your fingers. the way your rings, golden as the sun, litter their slenderness. the bones of your hand rippling beneath flesh, knuckles pushing out with each force applied to the strings. the look of concentration on your face intrigued isadoraâ sheâd never seen you so quiet, so focused, so enraptured in something.
you looked rather pretty without your mouth yammering on a mile a minute.
isadora instantly recognises the melody, âthis charming manâ by the smiths. she was oddly impressedâ this overconfident swaggerer was actually aware of the existence of one of the worldâs most miserable, yet frankly incredible, bands? mindlessly, the werewolf-teacher takes a slow step closer, boots quietly clacking against the cold, wooden floorboards.
she stares with dark eyes, feebly attempting to dull the genuine sparkle of interest that had suddenly glimmered to life within.
eventually, you pluck the last string and finish up the song. indifferently, you raise your head to look at the teacher. she stands before you, hands on her hips before suddenly bristling and clearing her throat.
âoh, uhm, y/n.â she begins, evidently frazzled, âvery good.â she muses, âvery good indeed⌠principal dort was definitely right about that talent of yours, hm?âŚâ
you shrug with an obvious lack of care.
isadora almost growls. how could one person be so agonisingly annoying yet so painfully talented?! it made isadora want to rip her own hair out with her claws.
âyouâre a fan of the smiths, i take it?â isadora presses on, clearly attempting to continue the conversation.
ââŚyeah.â
so damn blunt it physically pained isadora.
she forces a tight smile. âmm. as am i.â
ânice.â you jeer languidly, flopping back into the seat again with an eerie groan of old wood.
isadoraâs wolf whimpers inwardly at the scratchy sound, distinctly distressed. a shiver rattles down her spine and she has to compose herself with a soft grunt.
you notice.
so, of course, you make the sound again.
smirking proudly, you tip the seat back and forth, back and forth: like a brattish child wielding a yoyo, knowing full-well it pissed everyone in a twenty-yard vicinity off. the sound relents for at least half a minute until isadora canât hold her frustration in anymore.
she growls, for real this time. an animalistic snarl, teeming with pent-up rage. it tears through the air like a fresh blade through butter, slicing your ego deep. more importantly, your own wolf.
it doesnât take long at all for your werewolf-mind to register the growl as an alphaâs. you freeze immediately, not daring another movement. you knew alphas were rare, extremely so. thereâd never be one at nevermore, right? you were so sure of it, in fact. youâd discreetly sniffed every single pack member at the school and absolutely none of them were an alpha.
youâd sniffed out every student.
but not every teacher.
in a brisk flash of movement, isadora has dashed to your chair where she looms threateningly over you. her trenchant canines bare warningly, glistening in the warm candlelight.
âmiss l/nâŚâ she spits out ferociously, staring burning holes into your eyes, her alpha refusing to back down and break the excruciatingly awkward eye-contact. âif you dare so even utter one more careless word in my classroomâŚâ
a matter of gauche seconds go by until you allow another impish shrug.
isadora looses it.
without an ounce of gingerness, the auburn had let her control slip, her wolf kicked into action and she had forcibly thrown herself at you.
with a clunky clatter, the chair tumbles to the ground with you and isadora in short tow. she pounces like a panther, muscles rippling beneath soft skin as she pins you down like hopeless prey.
âwhat did i just fucking warn you about, you cocky little brat?â isadora snaps down at you, spots of saliva speckling your cheeks unintentionally.
and for once? you go silent.
you knew you couldnât fight back against an alpha.
it was like asking to have your throat mercilessly torn out.
isadora abruptly barks out a laugh, throwing her head back, that smooth pale neck on show. the veins visibly pulse beneath, occasionally becoming concealed by a stray lock of fur-soft, auburn hair.
âoh? whatâs wrong, pup?â she drawls teasingly in that low, raspy voice that came so naturally to her. âwolf got your tongue?â
in an instant, her plump lips are on yours, ravishing you like a starved woman. she hums lowly, eyes fluttering closed with pure bliss. sheâd finally managed to shut you up. and she was enjoying it.
moist lips soon transform into slobber-coated chins as the two pairs move frantically against eachother. like two oceans clashing, wave after wave toppling into the other, neither too weak to back down.
until isadora suddenly lets that dreaded huff slip.
she was an alphaâ she could transform whenever she pleased. and occasionally even against her own will.
take right now for example.
her slender form suddenly heaves, bulking up noticeably. her limbs lengthen, muscles bulge, hair thickens. she was partway through transforming and still panting on top of you like a crazed dog in heat.
âmiss capri, noâŚâ you sputter, gradually shaking your head. though, you donât necessarily mean it. âcome on, missâŚâ you drawl, feigning that usual cocky voice of yours. âyou canât be⌠you canât be seriousâŚâ you force a quiet, awkward chuckle.
a snap of wolfish jaws is all you get in response as isadora looms dauntingly over you, only half-transformed, thank the gods.
she sniffs suddenly, pupils dilating with an animalistic interest. until realisation flashes across her still-relatively human face.
an omega.
her alpha preens desperately, uncontrollably smacking its hind legs against the flooring as its tail whips like an out-of-control kite in a harsh storm. without hesitation, she quite literally dives in. her face burrows itself between your legs like a bloodthirsty parasite, desperately wanting in. until met with a layers of fabric.
isadora grunts with displeasure yet takes no time in slashing at your trousers with two sets of rather handy claws.
she shakes with need, tensing up visibly at the mere sight.
ây/nâŚâ she whispers, voice huskier than ever.
the sound of your name, so desperately uttered by her, was more than enough to get you soaked.
ây/n, you have to listen to me now, okay?âŚâ isadora continues, the quiver in her voice detectable, âwhat iâm about to do⌠what weâre about to doâŚâ she corrects herself sternly, âmust stay in this room. you got that? not a word to anyoneâŚâ
you nod shakily, beyond eager at this point.
isadora nods slowly in response, studying the honesty in your expression closely before relaxing. she could place her trust in you.
much more slowly this time, she gently slips aside your drenched panties with slender fingers. they fall gracefully to the floor in a heap like a feather drifting through the air.
isadora rolls her shoulders before carefully sliding a rather bony middle-finger along your soaking folds. immediately you whine, your inner omega shining through pathetically.
isadoraâs lips curve into a wolfish, yet fond grin. she slips her finger lower until it reaches your entrance which is already tightening around nothing but air. she smirks even wider at the sight before gradually, with utmost care, slipping two digits inside.
a soft whine rips its way up your gullet within seconds of her slow, soothing pumping. her fingers, beyond slick with your wetness, lovingly pump in and out in a repetitive motion that makes your lower stomach pool with pure delight.
âthere we areâŚâ her voice graciously tickles your ears, causing the volume of your petty sounds to increase. âthatâs a good pup⌠taking me so, so well, hm?âŚâ a soft grunt of her own meets your ears when she suddenly feels your hole tightening again around her. âso tight and needy for me⌠you canât resist, can you now?âŚâ
languidly, she places a thumb to your swollen clit and begins to rub her thumb in gradual circles whilst simultaneously pumping two insistent fingers inside you.
she watches you the entire time, her eyes never leave your face once, transfixed. she thought you looked like a painting. one that belonged in an art gallery somewhere.
suddenly, your breath hitches as you feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your lower belly. âm-miss capriâŚâ you hiccup, feeling embarrassingly inexperienced.
âshh, shh, darlingâŚâ isadora hushes you swiftly, increasing both her pumping and rubbing pace. âthat warmth in your belly? thatâs completely normal, sweetheart⌠it just means youâre enjoying yourself⌠which you should be.â
her lips press in a sweet peck to your jaw until she feels your hole spasming wildly around her. she bites down on her lower lip at the mere sensation, finding it stupidly hot.
âokay now⌠almost done, sweetheartâŚâ she coos, voice laced with utmost care as she continues increasing her pace until eventually, with your back arched and your eyes rolled back, you relent and release.
isadora smiles with pride and relish at the sight of her fingers coated in your sticky essence. she rides you out of your high lovingly before slipping her fingers out with a satisfyingly wet pop. her slick fingers soon find her mouth and dip inside where her tongue laps away, savouring the salty taste.
âmy good girlâŚâ she croons tenderly, noticing how you quiver with overstimulation below her. she quickly lowers herself and burrows up against you from behind, acting as a comporting big spoon. her arms wrap their way around your waist and she affectionately strokes and entwines her damp fingers in your hair. âyou did so good for me, pup⌠iâm so, so proudâŚâ
in her office on a long work day, isadora imagines you there with her. nsfw! strap-on, praise, sexual fantasies ooohhh nasty
There is an orchid on her desk and an analog clock that ticks too loudly. You gave her the orchid, she got the clock.Â
She prefers the orchid.Â
It reminds her of you, first of all. It is strong and beautiful and perfect, all of the qualities she sees in you. The way the plant sits next to the clock, the way she can stare up at it in its clunky pot and listen to the seconds tick by, also reminds her of you.Â
Fuck, she wishes she was with you right now. There is a certain vision in her mind of how this work day will end, or how it would end now if she could only leave early and head home to see you.Â
First, she would walk in through the front door and announce to you that sheâs home. You would come to meet her at the door and pull her over to you and kiss her, pushing her coat off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.Â
She would be able to read your mind, almost, because she would already know what you want. She would see that look in your eyes, want morphing into desperation, and in a low voice she would tell you to go upstairs and wait for her in the bedroom.Â
She would put away her briefcase, hang her coat up on the rack by the door. She would go upstairs and find you waiting on the bed in only your bra and panties, and she would climb up to straddle you and ask her if you have been picturing this all day. You would nod and she would make some comment about how youâre always so fucking easy for her, and she would pull up the hem of her dress to show you that sheâs wearing her strap.Â
You would whine, beg, plead. You always beg so sweetly for her.Â
Isadora opens her eyes. Sheâs still sitting at her desk imagining you, except one of her hands has slipped down to her thigh beneath the hem of her dress.Â
She imagines it is your hand â soft, sure, strong enough to make her breath catch. And then she draws it higher up her thigh, feeling the heat between her legs grow.Â
You would take her so well, inch by greedy inch. You would moan her name and she would lean down to kiss you, then attach her lips to your neck and murmur in your ear that youâre being so fucking perfect for her.Â
Isadora would set a slow pace at first with her hips, dragging the strap in and out of you so slowly that itâs nearly intolerable, and even if you beg for more she tells you that sheâs just letting you adjust to the size. Her hands would find your chest and she would grab, squeeze, palm over your breasts.Â
She palms herself over her panties, sucking in a breath. If she closes her eyes she can almost pretend that itâs you doing this to her.Â
âPlease, I need more,â you would beg, and she would give it to you. She would have you half-convinced that her strap was real, that she could feel you tightening around it as you grew more desperate as if she was really inside of you â as if she could even come inside of you.Â
Her hand slides up, underâŚÂ
Someone knocks on the door.Â
Isadora pulls her hand away, releases a heavy breath, and sits straight up in her chair. She tries to calm the rapid beating of her heart, but her cheeks burn red with shame and she hopes whoeverâs on the other side of the door wonât notice when they come in.Â
The voice that calls through the door â âIsadora, are you in there?â â isnât the voice she expects. Because of all the people it could be coming to interrupt her right now, she never expected that it would be you.Â
