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₊˚⊹♡. sometimes parker's best remedies are you helping her relax.
warning(s) - profanity, kissing, biting, nipple/breast play, pussy eating, twt links, pet names (baby, pretty girl), praise kink, dirty talk(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.
Resting her head against the couch, the pillow behind her back eases some of the tension. Her muscles were tight with sweat still on her arms and forehead. This week alone has done more damage to her than she wanted, not to mention the loss of sleep. Chaos seems to suffocate her like a fire consuming a forest; she can lie, and does lie to you. Not wanting you to worry about her, she can handle these things; she’s been doing it for this long.
Yet you knew, ten minutes ago, as Parker stepped inside the house from coming back to the gym, leaving thirty minutes earlier than normal. That alone told you everything. She never really leaves early; to her, the gym clears her mind and lets her think of what to do for the next week.
Making your way over to her, you stand in front of her now. Arms crossed as you hold in a small smile. Parker has her arm over her eyes, trying not to be bothered by the sunlight that shines through the windows. Tapping your foot against the front of her left ankle, she moves her arm off her face, blinking a couple of times, and yawns.
“You okay, baby?” You mutter, her heart beats faster from your voice, looking at you now. Her legs widen as she nods, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Looking at her watch, she sighs and leans forward. “Sorry.”
“For?” You raise a brow, Parker shrugs, “I don’t even know.” She yawns and rubs her hand down her face. “How was the gym?” You glance at her shirt, seeing how much it rode up, her abs showing as she leans back onto the couch. Her hands move down to her shirt and pull it down, “It was okay, could’ve been better.” Parker moves her hand to your waist, and you shiver as you feel her fingertips come to the arch of your back, pulling you closer.
Your hands come up to her face, caressing her cheeks. “I could make you feel better.” You whisper, catching the glint in her eyes. Parker gulps and hums, “Yeah?” Her voice rasps, you nod, and feel her hands move down to your ass, gripping it and smacking it after.
“Then take care of me.” She mutters, you smile and get on your knees.
Running your hands up to her waist, you hike up her shirt as your eyes flicker up to her. “Can I take these off?” You question, Parker licks her lips and nods. Your other hand moves back down to her leg, sliding it down to her inner thigh. You push it open and scoot closer to her.
Moving your hand back to her shirt, you pull it off her and toss it to the ground. Parker leans closer to you, and you lean your face up to hers.
Your hand cups her cheek as your thumb rubs her bottom lip, so soft and plump. Resting your thumb on her chin, you press your lips on hers, sighing as Parker slides her tongue in your mouth.
Sucking her tongue a little, your hands go to her sports bra, pushing it up. You whimper with her as you feel the softness of her breasts. Parker leans more into the kiss as she keeps her hands on your ass.
You pull back from the kiss, leaning your head down to her right tit, your tongue twirling around her nipple. Parker sighs and moans a little, “Fuck, right there.”
Placing her hand over your head, her fingers begin to massage your scalp, the vibrations of your moans against her nipple make her pussy twitch. You then pick up her right arm, keeping your eyes on her, your lips attach on her skin as you kiss her tattoos.
The sensations of your lips on Parker's skin make her weak, her eyelids feeling heavy as she stares at you. Her fingers itch your scalp in circles while you continue to scatter kisses all over her tattoos. Biting her bottom lip, she hums, “That's it, baby.” Parker whimpers, “My pretty girl.” You smile at her words, and your free hand cups her left nipple.
Your thumb and index finger pinching it gently before rubbing out the slight pain. The shiver her body makes does not go unnoticed by you. You hum and stop kissing her arm, sitting on your knees straight, “Why'd you stop?” She whines, you giggle, and shake your head.
“Who said I'm done?” You feel her hand drop from your head as your hands hook at the hem of her sweatpants. You lean down and kiss her left thigh, the warmth of your lips seeping through the material. “Can never be done with you.” You whisper, and Parker hikes her hips up as you pull her sweatpants and underwear down.
You lick your lips at the sight of her bush before pulling her clothes off fully and tossing them on top of her shirt. Placing your hands on her inner thighs, you keep them up as you get closer to her pussy.
Looking up at Parker, she nods, “Please.” Her voice cracks, making you feel so weak. You lean your lips closer to her clit, admiring the way her pussy pulsates as you blow on it.
Sticking your tongue out, you lick up her clit, your eyes still watching her face. The long lick your tongue makes up her folds to her clit makes Parker's body squirm, her thighs closing against you as she leans her head back.
“Shit, yeah, just like that.” She lets out breathlessly, wanting only you to fill her up.
“Open your legs for me.” You muffle as the tip of your tongue moves side to side against her lips, before your mouth comes up to her clit and sucks on it slowly. Parker's moans fill your ears as her hand comes back to your hair and massages your scalp again.
“Mmph, f-fuck, you're so good to me.” She moans, the slurps from your mouth, and the warmth of her pussy make you whimper.
Parker's arousal mixes with the string of your saliva as you lean back to look at her. A twitching mess for you. Before she could complain, you leaned back in, your hands resting at her thighs, caressing them and keeping them open.
Your teeth bite at her clit gently, making her moan louder. “Oh shit.” She gasps, you moan with her as you look deep into her eyes.
“Louder, Parker, a little louder for me.” You command, puckering your lips together as you kiss her clit repeatedly. Parker listens, moaning louder this time, her body twitches with every lick and suck you give her.
Your moans mix with hers as her grip on your hair gets tighter, not enough to hurt, but enough to show you how good you're making her feel. The pit in her stomach grows as you continue to suck her folds, your tongue feeling her clit twitch each time you lick at it. Her pussy is so swollen and soaked by you, “Ngh- fuck, I'm so close.” She gasps and sighs heavily.
“Yeah?” You moan out, “I got you, baby, I got you.” You rasp, not letting up.
Your tongue slides in and out of her entrance, hitting her g-spot each time. She's a mess, struggling to even let a word out.
“Go on, cum on my tongue.” You let out, breathing heavier, still slamming your tongue in and out of her dripping cunt. Closing her eyes, she lets out a guttural moan as her pussy pulsates hard, cum dripping out of her and onto your tongue. You suck it out, moaning as the taste consumes you.
You slide your tongue out, your spit and her cum drooling down her pussy as she whimpers, no words left to say.
You lick up your chin and smirk, staring up at Parker now, so fucked out. Lying her head against the couch as she tries to catch her breath, “Better?” You giggle, Parker raises a thumbs up, and whimpers again.
twitter has me acting insane, but then i remembered i’m a writer with free will. writing this while also writing my other fic of her (lol). subby parker is real and i’m the president.
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