mazzy joya is your girlfriend blurb
❕CW❕mostly just fluff, kissing, fingering
an: i love wlw fics and i love mazzy joya
mazzy stretched across the couch, bare legs tangled with yours, her head tucked into your shoulder like she belonged there, because she did. she smelled like vanilla and so thing candy like, her fingers idly tracing circles on your thigh through the soft fabric of your sweatpants.
mazzy turned her face into your neck, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear before murmuring, so quietly it was almost a breath "you're like my favorite person. like... ever."
she didn't say it loud or dramatic, just this sleepy-sweet confession that slipped out between kisses and warmth and the quiet comfort of being wrapped up in you.
then she smiled against your skin, still tracing those little circles on your thigh with her fingertips, the touch tender as anything.
mazzy’s fingers slid slowly up your thigh, higher now, past the hem of your sweatpants, over warm skin. she didn’t rush, just let her touch wander with a quiet kind of curiosity and affection, her hand glided along your side under the soft fabric of your tank top, calloused fingertips brushing lightly over ribs, then upward to trace the curve where shoulder meets neck. every touch was feather-light but intentional.
she kissed you again, deeper this time, and as she did, her palm slipped fully beneath fabric to rest against bare stomach… still gentle… still so reverent… like touching something sacred
you gasped softly when her hand slid under your shirt, the warmth of her palm spreading across your stomach like sunlight. your breath hitched, just a tiny catch, and without thinking, you leaned into it
"mazzy…" you whispered against her lips, voice already hushed and a little shaky. not from fear or hesitation, but because god, she touched you like she adored every inch.
your fingers curled into the fabric of her oversized band tee as you kissed back deeper, letting out this quiet whimper that sounded almost surprised, even though this wasn't new. even though it was her
mazzy kissed down your jaw, then along your neck soft, open-mouthed pecks that made you shiver. each one sent little sparks under your skin.
her hand stayed warm against your stomach, slowly moving upward, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of your breast now, teasingly close but not quite touching there yet.
she paused to breathe you in, your scent mixing with hers, and exhaled a quiet laugh against your collarbone. it was such a mazzy sound: affectionate and fond and slightly dazed by how much she liked this.
then her lips found yours again as her fingers finally,finally, curved over where she’d been heading all along.
mazzy broke the kiss just enough to look into your eyes, her brown irises soft, almost glowing in the morning light. she searched your face for a second like she was memorizing it.
tender and so full of love, she whispered:
"i love you so much. like… my whole heart is yours." she said it with zero drama,just pure sincerity, and right after? kissed you again: slow, deep, sweet as anything.
it wasn’t a grand confession shouted from rooftops, just mazzy being mazzy: loving fiercely but quietly… through touch and words that meant everything.
mazzy kissed you one more time, long and slow before her hand began to move again.
her fingers dipped lower, sliding gently beneath the waistband of your sweatpants. her touch stayed soft at first, testing, feeling, the warmth between your thighs through thin fabric. then she pushed further… careful… patient…
when she finally slipped a finger under the edge of lace panties? it was with such quiet reverence it almost hurt in how tender it felt.
she looked up at you briefly, a silent check-in, and when you didn’t pull away? just breathed faster instead?
that’s when mazzy pressed forward… slowly parting folds with gentle fingertips before brushing there, soft as a secret whisper against sensitive skin.
your breath came out in a tiny, shuddering sigh the moment her finger brushed you, right there, .
"oh…" you breathed, eyes fluttering shut. it wasn’t loud or dramatic, just this soft, surprised sound that slipped out like a secret.
your hands gripped the couch cushion beside your hips, fingers curling into the fabric as mazzy’s touch lingered, so light at first it almost tickled with sensitivity.
you tilted your head back slightly against the cushions and bit your lip, not to stay quiet exactly… but because wow, she had no idea how much even that small touch unraveled you.
then you whispered: "mazzy… please."
mazzy’s breath hitched a little at your whisper, ‘please’
she leaned down and kissed you again, soft, slow, reassuring, and then her voice came out low and sweet as honeyed tea:
it was so gentle. so full of care. like every movement she made after that was wrapped in love.
then her finger pressed just slightly deeper, not rushing, not forcing, but gliding with tender curiosity… exploring you like someone worshipping something precious they’d never seen before but had always dreamed of touching. mazzy kissed you deeply, lips warm and insistent, as her finger moved with quiet focus, gliding in slow circles that built pressure just right.
your body arched slightly into hers, mouth open against hers in a kiss that was all breathless moans now, no words, just sound and sensation
the kiss deepened as the tension coiled tighter, your thighs trembled faintly around her hand, your fingers tangled suddenly into her hair
you came softly. a quiet unraveling: a shiver through your spine, a gasp swallowed by mazzy’s lips still kissing you like nothing had changed except everything did.
it wasn’t explosive or loud, but so intimate. so beautiful. like the world narrowed to just this moment: you falling apart gently in mazzy's arms while she loved every second of it without saying anything at all. after the kiss broke, mazzy didn’t pull away. she stayed close, forehead resting against yours, breathing you in.
her finger, still warm from touching you so intimately just moments before, now gently combed through your hair instead. slow strokes… soft… repetitive.
like petting a cat or tucking a child into bed, only this was you, and it was mazzy doing it: her touch feather-light as she carded through your long white-blonde layers.
she smiled, a small, sleepy curve of her lips, and pressed tiny kisses to your temple every few seconds without saying anything.
no words needed. just closeness. quiet affection after intimacy that felt more like love than anything else could’ve explained right then
an: this isn’t my usual type of fic but here you go to my beautiful children
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