atlas • 21 • he/they || old hol-whore got deleted due to my stupidity! || not sfw + selfship jjba, 18+ only please !! || gen JJBA over at @hamon-cheese-sandwich
A chill date night with your girlfriends goes awry when the three of you get bored.... and someone can't keep their hands to themselves.
notes: another fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a year !and a half or so, lol! link goes to ao3, as always. reader uses they/them and has a vagina!
Movie nights with your girlfriends really never went as planned. Tonight was one such night --- the “gritty action film” you’d picked up had horrible pacing and felt near impossible to watch. Jolyne didn't mind it (she found it to be “engaging, but in a ‘I-Can’t-Look-Away’ type of way”); you and Hermes, on the other hand, couldn't stand to have it going any longer.
In the end, you’d ended up turning on cooking shows and those jewelry shopping channels. Plenty engaging for those as opinionated as the three of you, with room for any commentary.
Although, frankly, you were all too caught up in enjoying each other’s company by that point. You and Jolyne had eventually curled up against Hermes very closely -- not that she had a problem with it. She’d rub your arm and kiss your head every now and then, and you know she was doing the same for Jolyne. Every once in a while you’d hear one of them laugh, or catch Jolyne muttering something in a low voice, but you were entirely too tired to focus on it.
Just as your eyes start to shut, the promise of sleep starting to envelop you, Hermes grips your shoulder and grunts. Your eyes flutter back open and this time, Hermes shifts under you, biting her lip rather harshly. She almost seemed to be in pain, and instinctively, you bring your hand to her chest to give her collarbone a gentle rub.
“Hey,” you start, concerned, but before you can ask what’s wrong, Jolyne sits up on the other side of Hermes, a shit-eating grin spread wide across her face. One of Jolyne’s hands is thread into her braids, right at the base of her skull; the other is tucked far under the blankets, tensing once in a while, and suddenly everything makes sense.You’d been too caught up in the atmosphere of the night to realize what’d been happening. Hermes rolls her head back and growls, while Jolyne only shakes her head and gives you a sympathetic look.
“Oops. Thought you were sleepin’. Sorry, baby,” she mutters, leaning over Hermes to give you a proper kiss then continues after breaking away, “But a certain someone was being kind of a tease and--”
“A tease, Jolyne, that’s fuckin’ hilarious,” Hermes scoffs through gritted teeth, releasing you from the embrace her arm had locked you in and biting her thumbnail to quiet herself for a moment. “You were the one whispering nasty shit in my ear,” another gasp and a pause to compose herself, “all I did was tug your underwear a couple times.”
“Like I said. A tease.” Jolyne smirks, then presses a kiss to Hermes’ frustrated scowl. Hermes a-little-too-eagerly welcomes it, quickly clasping her hand to the side of Jolyne’s face and keeping her close by knotting her hand in her undone hair. Jolyne moans into the kiss, and you swear you hear Hermes as well --- her noises were rare treats, not to be taken for granted.
You feel yourself drip a little as you sit up to lean on the pillows against the wall, unsure what to do other than bite your lip and watch. You didn't want to interrupt, after all. Not to mention, watching your girlfriends go to town on each other was… really hot. You preferred to be in on the action, but this was doing something for you today.
You loved watching Hermes shudder at every touch, and the rise and fall of her bare chest as she so desperately tried to suppress her moans and grunts. Jolyne always looked hot on top, and there was a tenderness to how her hand was nested in Hermes’ braids. Your thighs squeeze together hopelessly, and you give in to grinding against your hand somewhat to find some semblance of relief.
Jolyne, now working her fingers in and out of Hermes’ pussy --- judging solely by the motion of her hand --- pulls out of the kiss and sighs, caressing her partner’s face. She turns to you and pouts sarcastically, fake innocence filling her lusty gaze. “Aww, poor thing doesn't know what to do with themself. Like what ya see, baby?”
You do, in fact, ‘like what ya see’, but when you go to speak you find your mouth entirely too dry to do so.
She flashes you a grin and bites her lip, her hand now working faster, and under her Hermes groans and rocks her hips up. Jolyne kisses her forehead in response, muttering something encouraging and filthy under her breath. You feel your face heat up at the spectacle, and realize grinding on your hand isn't cutting it.
The fabric of your underwear resists slightly as you pull it back to slip your hand under, positively drenched in your slick. A jolt of electricity rushes through you as you brush against your clit on the way down. The gasp that escapes you is much louder than you anticipate, and Jolyne suddenly turns her head towards you, that same damn grin painting her all kinds of beautiful. She looked twice as hot and bothered seeing you trying to help yourself, and she bites her lip as you moan again and rub small circles into your clit.
Was it exaggerated somewhat because you knew it would get her going even more? Yes. Did you feel bad about it? No.
“H-Hah, God, you’re so fucking cute. Here,” Jolyne pauses to kiss Hermes’ head again and slows her pace considerably. Hermes whines and furrows her brow, now letting her hand fall to the bed to grip the sheets. “Jolyne, we are not fucking pulling this edging shit today, please.” she grumbles, eyes narrowing and head raising some.
But of course, Jolyne was already pulling out, presumably swiping her clit before bringing her soaked hands to her mouth and sucking as she sits up completely. She looked entirely too smug, and you knew for a fact that despite how pissed Hermes looks, she was loving all of it. She watches slack-jawed as Jolyne slides her fingers back out of her mouth with a knowing wink.
That hand then gently slips into her own underwear as she leans back on her elbow and a pillow, giving her a clear view of the two of you and quite the view for you two.
“Fuck off, Jojo, oh my god.”
“What?” she asks innocuously, “It’s their turn with you, babydoll. I’d hate to make them watch us the whole time.”
Jolyne was feeling exceptionally bold today, it seemed.
Hermes scowls for just a moment and opens her mouth to complain (definitely something about how easy it would be for the three of you to all participate, seeing as you've done it multiple times), and you feel yourself melt a little as that scowl turns into a wry, gorgeous smile.
She sits herself up and crosses her legs, her bare back facing Jolyne as she offers you a hand. “C’mere, mi vida, she--.”
Hermes suddenly jolts forward slightly just as you move to her lap, and you see a very grumpy Jolyne pulling her leg back towards herself as you peer over Hermes’ shoulder.
“....the hell was that wimpy-ass kick for, Jo?”
“I can’t fucking see.”
“Then use your imagination.”
“I’m imagining you turning around so I get to watch.”
Hermes makes a mocking face to only you, then winks and sighs. She loved playing the petty game. “Wild imagination you got there. You shoulda just invited them to join in rather than pulling outta me like that and then insisting there were turns when you know damn well I want both of you all over me.”
“Horseshit! Come on, Hermes, turn the fuck around or I’m going to bed.”
“Have fun trying to sleep while me and this cutie bang, that’ll be interesting--” Jolyne groans in frustration, and Hermes only smiles smugly down at you. She readjusts you in her lap, opting for more of a straddle, and you squeeze your thighs around her as she runs her rough hands up your delicate frame, kissing your collarbone and removing your nightshirt with almost a single movement. You whine a little as she gropes your chest lightly and pinches a nipple.
From your elevated position, you can see Jolyne still laying down, still looking grumpy, still touching herself. So much for going to bed. Her face is flushed deep red, and if you didn't suddenly find your lips pressed to Hermes’, you likely would've pointed out how cute she looked.
Hermes breaks the kiss to place more down your throat and chest, dipping you back slightly as she goes down. She takes your nipple in her mouth and sucks briefly before sitting you up upright once more and taking your hands in hers.
She looks absolutely blissed out as she rubs your knuckles, then hums and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Bear with me, babe,” she whispers against your skin, before she clumsily scoots you off her lap and stands on her knees. Hermes makes a show of slipping her horribly soaked underwear off her hips, trailing her hands over her ass and down her thighs and behind her Jolyne whines. Hermes flashes you a sneaky grin and sits back down to pull her underwear from her knees, tossing them to the floor and crawling forward between your legs to rub your thigh and kiss just behind your ear.
“¿Te quitas estos por favor, mi vida? Quiero verte, quiero tocarte.” she purrs, hooking her thumb into your waistband and kissing your jaw, “You’re so beautiful, babe…”
Hermes’ deep voice always had an effect on you, but that was quickly multiplied when she dropped it low to talk dirty.
You tremble slightly as you oblige, not quite giving the show she gave but admittedly taking your time with removing your panties. Hermes helps them off the rest of the way, stroking hair from your face. Jolyne whistles somewhere behind her, and Hermes laughs before she kisses your cheek, your jaw, behind your ear yet again, and hums lowly into your skin.
She runs a finger down the valley of your chest, considering, then pushes back on your shoulder and eases you down onto your back. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and thoughtful, and her hands aimlessly wander your body, touching anywhere and everywhere and taking her sweet time doing so — her way of deciding where to start. She settles on keeping her eyes locked on yours and running her hand up and down your stomach. It moves entirely too slowly for how riled up you feel, sometimes drawing too close to your soaked center and making you squirm. Hermes grins every time you do, her eyes lighting up with delight and hunger.
“Oh, baby, look at how excited you are. You can’t wait to let me have my way with you, hmm? If Jolyne wants to insist we have turns, then I’m gonna make this my turn with you. I wonder…”
She’s purposefully speaking loud enough for Jolyne to hear, but only just enough. Her voice is gruff and firm, and you feel like putty the lower it gets. Hermes rubs slow circles just above your clit and you whine, gripping the blankets and groping your own chest. She cocks an eyebrow at you and smirks, her other hand threading through your hair and tugging it back some.
“Wooow,” she starts, a hint of a laugh in her voice, “Jolyne was right, you don't know what to do with yourself. Even now.” Hermes draws in close to your ear, kissing and nibbling on it here and there before dropping her voice to a husky whisper. Her hand in your hair makes you feel on fire, and if you didn't know what was ahead you probably would've come right then.
“What if I kept this up, let you get close to coming but never quite getting you there, hmm? Would you try to fuck yourself later, wishing it was me?”
Another kiss, another bite, another whine from you.
“Mm, no, I couldn’t do that. I wanna see your pretty face all messed up. I wanna hear you moan for me too.” She pauses, and her lips come to meet yours gently as she considers her options, then returns to whisper more to you.
“I could get my strap and fuck you till you feel like you can't move, couldn't I? You’re already soaked, you’d take me so easily. Mmm, and it’s two sided…I could get us both well fucked with that.”
Her fingers slowly slide up and down your slot, rub messy shapes into your clit, tease you by poking just one finger into you and not even going all the way. “God, you’re so wet, you fucking whore. I think I know what I wanna do,” she mutters, then sits up on your thigh, sliding her knee up between your legs and grinning at you. The hot, wet warmth of her pussy suddenly on your skin makes whatever sanity you have left melt away, and you hopelessly try to grind yourself against her knee.
Hermes snickers and rubs your stomach gently, then turns her torso to face Jolyne, who suddenly cries out and hisses through clenched teeth.
“Don't fucking look at me like that, just keep-”
“Oh my god Jolyne, I knew you liked to watch, but I didn't know you were a fucking desperate slut. A dildo? You couldn't just touch yourself and wait your turn? I know I’m good but…”
“Shut up and just fuck them.”
“Feisty tonight! You’re just mad at me because I’ve been blocking the heavenly view. Unless you think my ass is all you need, in which case that's pretty pathetic.” Hermes grins and casts you a look, leaning to the side some to let Jolyne see and slips her finger in. Jolyne gasps and moans softly, and though you can't see, you're sure her face is twice as contorted as yours. Hermes rolls her eyes playfully, now pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace, then turns her head back to Jolyne.
“Hand me my strap, Jojo?"
“Wh- I’m a little fucking busy, Hermes, just use your hand!”
“So you don’t wanna watch.”
Jolyne sighs, obviously incredibly irritated, and you feel weight shift towards the edge of the bed. Hermes pushes another finger in and rubs your clit with her thumb and your brain feels numb, welcoming every pump like it’s your last.
The new sensation doesn't last long of course; Hermes pulls out to take the toy from Jolyne and gives her a deep kiss. She raises two slick-coated fingers to Jolyne’s lips and smirks. “How do they taste, baby?” she purrs, and you feel her body twitch against yours as Jolyne --- now looking significantly less pissed off --- takes them in her mouth as deep as she can.
It’s an incredibly lewd scene, Hermes looking wickedly amused as she pushes her hand into the other girl’s obviously-eager mouth. Jolyne looks like she can't get enough, whimpering some as she sucks your arousal from Hermes’ hand, and when she finally pulls back she looks twice as excited as before. Hermes smiles at her, kissing her forehead and gesturing over to the empty space beside the two of you, where Jolyne settles in carefully to watch.
Hermes removes herself from your thigh (you don’t miss the thin strand of her slick that connects her to you for a moment longer --- she was dripping) and works on sliding one side of the strap-on into her pussy, wincing some and breathing deep before fastening the harness to her waist. She gives you a lusty look as she positions herself over you, then slides a small pillow under your hips and runs her hands down your thighs.
The tip of her strap prods your center teasingly, the smooth material coaxing a moan out of you before Hermes can even enter. She smiles devilishly and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Damn, you can't wait for me to fill you up. You just want allll of me inside you, don’t you, you pretty little thing? Hmm?”
Her hands grip your hips and her lips brush your ear as she draws close to whisper more filth to you. “I’m gonna leave your cute pussy so well fucked you won’t want my ‘turn’ to end. I’m gonna take you so slow and deep it’ll drive that Jolyne wild, and you better believe every stroke is gonna hit just fuckin’ right.”
All you can do is whine and press your face into her shoulder as she prods you again. She lets out a deep chuckle, gritty and dangerous, then nibbles your ear and groans a bit.
“Mm, are you ready for me, hermosa?”
And as soon as you nod and slide a hand in her mess of braids, Hermes pushes into you --- slow and deep, just like she promised. She presses heavy kisses on the corner of your jaw as she bottoms out, and she lets out a deep gasp into your ear as the toy pushes back on her.
“Shhhhit,” she musters with something like a grunt and a laugh, then pulls back from your ear and holds your face with one of her hands. The stinging feeling the stretch from the new addition brings subsides, and you press a kiss to her palm. Your hips rock up in encouragement, and Hermes starts her slow and steady pace.
Every one of her long strokes do hit just right; every time she pulls back you feel breathless, and though you know it's coming, the following thrust catches you horribly off guard. Her hand slips down your body and rubs slow circles into your aching clit and you swear you see stars. Her other hand grips your chin now, holding your jaw open and furrowing her brow darkly.
Jolyne groans beside you, something more frustrated and desperate, and she mutters yours and Hermes’ names under her breath. You feel your body turn to jelly as Hermes picks up her pace all of a sudden, trying her best to keep her long strokes. You can’t help how bad your legs are shaking and fidgeting, or how bad your hips buck up to try and get the best angle everytime Hermes collides into you.
She scowls, a faint grunt falling from her lips as she moves her hand from your chin and pushes your hip down. “T-That feel good, you pretty little slut? Mmm, look at you, wrapped around my fingers.” she teases. Her attempts at holding long strokes prove useless, and as she brings her other hand to your hip you feel your brain turn to static once more. Hermes stares down at you lustfully, no doubt admiring how good you look getting fucked by her, and the grip she has on your waist tightens as that lust carries her away.
More soft encouragement from Jolyne, more filthy teasing from Hermes, and the occasional reversal of the two have you panting out heavy, needy moans like you'd never feel this pleasure again. You feel yourself growing more and more tense as you approach your climax, and judging by how much quieter your girlfriends were, they were getting close too. You grip the sheets, reaching your other hand out to grab whatever part of Jolyne you could (her forearm, this time) and you cock your head back with a groan as you cum around Hermes' strap. She slows her pace with a similarly passionate moan, a lopsided grin on her face as she trails her hands up your sides, and beside you you could tell Jolyne came not long before.
Hermes looked wonderfully in love, pulling out of you and carefully leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your head, then offers one to Jolyne before lying down between the both of you. The three of you sit in silence for a moment to catch your breath and soak in the afterglow of it all, and you find yourself smiling like an idiot looking at their sweet faces. Both were smiling just as wide with their eyes half shut, exhausted as hell but clearly just as pleased as you. You take it upon yourself to snuggle in closer and rest your head on Hermes' chest, and Jolyne follows suit not long after with a soft laugh when Hermes brings her arms around the both of you. "Mmm… you two are so cute." she mutters, pressing a gentle kiss to the other girl's collarbone.
Hermes lets out a breath and rubs her hand over her back thoughtfully. "Speak for yourself, cutie. Thanks for being a mostly good sport~." She laughs as she says it, and Jolyne scoffs before laughing along with her. She turns her head to you, kissing your forehead and squeezing you briefly with a warm smile. "You were so good for me, hermosa."
"M-Mmm, thank you, baby. You always know just what to do with me."
Jolyne sighs on the other side of your shared partner, and sounds rather annoyed as she groans and stretches her legs out. "Fuck, I do not want to get up. I could fall asleep right here."
"If washing up weren't so important, Jojo, I would let you. It won't take long. You two go wash up first and I can grab something small before bed to snack on, yeah? Here—"
Hermes works herself out from under you and Jolyne, kissing you both again softly before rolling out of bed to clean up and get snacks. Across from you, Jolyne's face blushes red from the gentle affection, and as you catch her eyes and grin at each other warmly, you know you're both stuck soaking in the domesticity of it all. It was harder to get up now that you were face to face with her, and you can't help but wiggle closer to nuzzle your foreheads together.
The two of you lie there long enough for Hermes to already have cleaned herself up and come back with light finger foods, and the exhaustion in her voice is clear when she has to softly shake your shoulders to rouse you both from half-sleep. You know she found it cute, though.
….very loosely inspired by the fact that Abba and Viktor from YOI share the same voice….And Viktor at one point had long silver hair, wearing those gorgeous ice skater outfits….so….this happened. :’))
notes: hiiiii it's been a long time! we get straight into the action on this one -- this has been sitting in my drafts for AGES and will now finally see the light of day. enjoy a lighthearted and tender first time fingering <3 not my most elegant chapter, but i like it a lot all things considered!
link goes to my ao3!
The week carries on with your newfound rhythm, the two of you sharing meals and coy looks and delighted kisses in both quiet moments alone and the company of others. It came to you both so naturally, like it hadn’t only been a handful of weeks ago that you were silently pining over one another. Erina stands behind you in front of the mirror now, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. She pulls you back against her, pressing her lips to the crook of your neck and the bottom of your jaw, and you can't help but laugh a little. “What is it, my love?” you ask teasingly through your giggles, “I have duties still, you know.”
She buries her face in your neck and rocks you side to side slightly. “It’s weekly bath time, darling. That’s still a duty, is it not?”
Weekly bath time was actually two days from now, but you wouldn't ruin her fun.
You roll your eyes and fake pout, setting down the dusting rag and turning around in her arms to kiss her gently with an exaggerated sigh. “Hmm, I suppose the dusting can wait. But only for you.” And with another giggly kiss as a thank you, Erina excitedly leads you to the bathroom.
She must’ve planned this, because the tub is already full of hot water and two towels sit on the stool beside the bath. Erina looks at you expectantly, and you offer her a confused glance before making a ‘turn around’ motion at her. She blinks absently, then smiles and shakes her head. “No, no, you first. You’ve been working hard all morning, my love, you must feel gross.”
You did, but still, Erina usually went first.
You turn around for her anyway, blushing when you feel your dress and corselet
come off your shoulders, but Erina doesn't quite continue. Instead, she slips her hands beneath your bloomers and cups your hips, rubbing gently and kissing your neck once again, and you feel something strange rushing through you. You whine quietly and swallow hard as her fingers brush past your hip bones and down the V of your body, not quite meeting in the middle as you stop them with your own hands.
“E-Erina,” you manage, voice weak, “This--”
“Shhh, my darling, I want to try something,” she whispers next to your ear, kissing it and nuzzling your shoulder. “May I feel you?”
Your heart begins to race as you realize the situation, realize that you can’t say no because you don’t want to, and you grip her hands tightly.
“...where?”
“Everywhere.”
You feel like your body is melting, but you nod and release her hands.
“Please.”
And with that, Erina continues as if she’d not been stopped. Her hands grace the creases between your thighs and waist, and you bite back whatever noise is trying to form in your throat. She rubs the bottom of your stomach, then squeezes the swell of your thighs, and you can tell she’s loving every inch of you.
Her hands drift back up to your sides, hugging gently, then traces the outline of your ribcage. You feel your back arch slightly as they meet in the middle of your abdomen, and you whimper and whine helplessly.
Erina grins behind you, and moves to cup your breasts in her hands. Her thumbs graze over your hard nipples, and you make a sound not unlike a strangled bird. She laughs, panicked, and quickly draws her hands away.
“...Darling? Are you alright?”
“S-Still getting used to that.” You hesitate, then draw your hand to your cheek and wince. “Put them back. P-Please.”
Erina approaches more slowly this time, and you cover your mouth as she squeezes your chest, testing the waters and giggling a bit.
“Oh, sparrow, you’re so soft…” she mutters, easing you over to the mirror and pulling the thin undershirt off of you. Her face hovers over your shoulder and she smiles at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and groping you again.
“Look, so cute and round. My hands fit so perfectly around them, don't you think, my darling?” she whispers against your skin, her low voice sending chills up your spine, and when she squeezes a particular nerve that makes you cry out under your hand, Erina looks delighted.
Her fingers delicately roam your chest, lidded eyes watching you with intrigue in the reflection of the mirror. She pinches a nipple curiously, and you no longer care about making noise. You gasp and tense your legs then lean back on her, biting a knuckle — she was incredibly delicate with you, without being too featherlight in her touch. It was a bit assertive, a bit tender, and everything you could ever want from her.
Erina coos soft compliments under your moans about what a fine lady you are for her as she carries on, rolling your nipples in her fingers once in a while as she works your chest. It’s fine, for a bit, but in an instant a wave of pain washes over you and you quickly tear her hands away on impulse, hissing a quiet “ow” under your breath.
Erina is immediately abound with concern, eyes wide as she hugs your abdomen and frowns. “I’m so sorry, dearest, I didn't mean to be so rough. This is...new, to say the least,” she whispers, peppering you in praising kisses and running her fingers through your hair, “I can stop, if you would like, or maybe you could sit and take it easy. I-I’ll be gentler, I promise.”
There’s too much desire in your heart to tell her to stop, but you do have a request.
“Erina,” you start, panting some as you catch your breath, “you’re a bit overdressed, don’t you think?”
Her eyes meet yours in the mirror and she smiles coyly, pressing warm lips behind your ear and stepping back once she releases your waist. “Hmm, I suppose so. Why don't you help me fix that, then?” she teases, then tugs your hair playfully and turns her back to you. You gather every bit of yourself and set to work undressing her, lavishing her in kisses on any new bit of skin you can. It’s not near as romantic or smooth a process as you found Erina’s to be, but the fact that she’s fidgeting is certainly encouraging.
You work her down to just her bloomers, and near immediately she’s upon you again, kissing you deeply and holding you close by your waist. Her breasts --- twice as beautiful as you usually found them, now that it felt right to look --- press against you in a way that drives you mad. They’re so warm against your bare skin, and something about the way the softness of them feels on your own chest makes your brain feel dizzy.
Erina breaks the kiss and gathers her clothes, pulling the bathside stool over to the chair near the vanity and delicately laying them on top. She sits herself in the chair and pats her leg twice, and you suddenly feel very, very hot. You swallow, steeling yourself, then find it in you to straddle her lap and Erina smiles up at you with cheeks redder than roses.
“You’re beautiful.” you breathe, admiring her face and finally letting your hands rest on her sides. She bashfully casts her eyes down as you kiss her forehead, stroking your thumb along her soft skin. Your mind feels like porridge; you couldn't imagine doing this with anyone other than her.
Erina hooks her hands together behind your back, inching you closer by simply the small of it, and nuzzles her face between your breasts. She kisses you there lightly, just a couple of times, and you swear you might die from it.
Her thumbs work the crease between your thigh and waist, and this time you feel like you are dying. On harder strokes, you shamefully feel your hips push into her. You have half a mind to stop her, worrying this may be happening too fast, but when you tell yourself to grab her hand and stop her, you end up gripping her shoulder instead.
Erina tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, and kisses your chest again before taking a nipple in her mouth. It’s something like a kiss, something like a bite, and you immediately gasp and whine.
She doesn't pull back this time; instead she takes it again, kissing it over and over, sometimes biting lightly. All her kisses melt together into more of a suckling, and you find yourself making a lot more noise than you anticipated. Her tongue is so, so warm – the way her mouth tugs on your nipple and how her face looks working your skin makes you shaky.
Erina, a hardened and focused look contorting her delicate features as she pulls away, grits her teeth and pulls a hand to your chin. Her grip is almost too tight as she holds your jaw in place, and you feel yourself start to sweat more as you search her soft, stern face.
“Keep your eyes on me, my love, I want to see them. They're gorgeous…” she murmurs, and you see her jaw clench and unclench as she watches you, her hand slipping past your hip to tug the front of your bloomers. Your heart feels so full of desire and want, and you're sure it’s probably wrong to rush into all this intimacy, but somehow that doesn't stop you from scooting off her lap and dropping the useless fabric to the floor only to settle on her legs once again.
Erina is flushed horribly red as she eyes your lower half hungrily as you’re situating yourself. Her grasp on your chin returns and her fingers delight in dancing along stretch marks on your thighs. Every time she draws too close to your center you feel your legs start to shake, and you swear you hear Erina laugh.
“My, what a good girl you’re being, love. Not that I’m surprised. Tell me if I should stop, my treasure, don’t do more than what’s comfortable for you.”
You tremble as you nod gently, and Erina’s thumb strokes your jawline as her other hand ghosts your center. Gentle fingers trace your outer folds and you swear you would've fallen forward were it not for Erina cupping your chin.
You weren’t some kind of prude --- you’d touched yourself a couple times in the past --- but this was completely different. Every slight movement of Erina’s hand between your legs hits you hard; your hips jerk and your legs try to spread further and you feel like you’re on fire.
She rubs two fingers against the hood of your clit and you whimper a bit louder than intended from shock and pleasure. Your nails dig into her shoulder and your hand grips her side. Erina winces and loosens her hold on your face, instead cupping it gently, and hushes you softly while stroking your cheek. “Easy, darling, take it easy. D-Does that...feel good?”
“Too sensitive,” you pant, your mouth dry as you try to swallow, “Erina…” You whine, losing your thought as she kisses you softly, now moving her hand farther down between your legs. She hesitates, if just for a moment, then furrows her brow and slips a finger experimentally between your folds.
Erina’s face pales as you inhale sharply and she stills her hand, nervously meeting your eyes and searching for the okay. You give her a heavy kiss to her palm and force your hips forward. You feel desperate for her touch now, feel like you need her to keep going, feel like you need her to slip that finger in fully.
She swipes her fingers up, then back down and her breath catches as she makes some rhythm out of it and mutters your name.
“You’re-... You’re very wet. Oh, darling, you’re so very wet for me.”
Somehow, hearing it like that feels filthy, and you relish in knowing that if you died now you’d be going to Hell with how much further your mind was taking things.
“Erina,” you whine again, a tear welling up in your eyes from want and something like anxiety from not knowing what to expect, “Erina, can you please put it in?”
She looks panicked, caressing your cheek as a small comfort, but nods regardless.
“Um.”
“...what?”
“I’ve. Never done this.”
“I mean, neither have I, but--”
“N-No, dear, I’ve never...you know.”
Not even for herself? Why on Earth did that shock you?
You swallow hard, your shaky gaze blinking away more baby tears. You furrow your brow and desperately try to find your words to explain.
“Just…um. Just find the opening and follow the curve…? G-Go slow, though.”
Holy Christ, you were doomed.
Erina gives you a confused, doubtful look and looks down at her hand, offering a couple more strokes up and down. Her finger gently prods your core, searching, and once she slips it in the slightest amount, she pales and looks back up.
You wince some, and reach down to ease her hand further. The first couple of times, her angle is all wrong, and it stings; her nails are just slightly too long. Every time you hiss a little in pain but encourage her to try again, she looks twice as frustrated as before. Erina grips your thigh and kisses your cheek as she tries once more, and this time, she takes it slow and carefully fills the slope of you. The palm of her hand is flush against your folds, and she shifts slightly inside of you.
You kiss her forehead and hold her shoulder tighter, bringing your own hand down to rub on your clit and you moan and let out the breath you were holding. Erina pumps in and out once, ever so slowly, and sighs as she does.
“This is-- dearest, is that good? I-It’s so wet and warm and slick…”
“It feels okay, I think,” you whisper, then give her a sympathetic look. “You’re doing good, my lady. Do I need to move…?”
“I don’t know.”
“...Do we need to stop?”
“I don’t know that either.”
She offers another focused, slow pump, this time curling her finger at the tip and you shudder.
“Y-Yes?” she asks, caressing your cheek.
“Again, keep going.”
And she does go again, repeating the small motion but faster and pushing in farther. Her finger grazes the spot you know ruins you, and you groan.
Erina lets out a deep breath and shudders, squeezing your hip. She’s built a steady rhythm now, and she slips in another delicate finger since you’ve widened out. Your hips rock against her now and then, and frankly, you’re amazed at how much better this is than trying to do it alone.
Her other hand slides over your rear and pushes forward some, and her pace picks up even more. She leans forward to kiss the base of your neck, your collarbones, your chest. You work your clit carefully, trying to maintain a rhythm like hers. Erina’s kisses are distracting, however; she plants her lips down your breast and you start to get a little sloppy with your circles. She takes your nipple in again, sucking on it and grazing her teeth across the bud and tugging on it with the force of her mouth as best she can.
It’s a lot of sensations to take in, but you could not complain.
You are feeling overwhelmed, however, and your muscles are achingly tense. Your brain is so incredibly hazy and muddy, and just as you force another heavy circle into your clit, your head falls back and you moan loud as you reach your climax. The pace of your hand working your clit slows to a near stop. You grab Erina’s wrist and encourage small, longer strokes as you ride your orgasm out.
She pulls out fully and peppers kisses all over your face, wrapping her arms around you and sighing. “Blessed above, that was…incredible, darling.” she mutters against your skin, reaching up to run a hand through your hair. You nod, then kiss her softly and press your forehead to hers.
“I...I want to take care of you now, Erina.”
You feel her falter under you, and she holds her breath for a bit.
“Th-That shouldn't be a problem. These bloomers are, uh. Ready for the laundry, we’ll say. Give yourself a minute though, love, you’re exhausted.”
Though she was right, you also feel like you could walk on water right now, if you tried. You obey her for now, though, and settle your head on her shoulder as she coos compliments into your ears about how she loves you and praises of your body.
Usually, you’d retaliate with praises of your own; but you know soon enough she’ll be the one at your mercy and you couldn't pass up the opportunity to make a bigger mess out of her.
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