contains - masturbation, receiving cunnilingus, praise, idk what else
Note - I got this idea from this post, so credit to them for the idea. This is my first time writing lesbian smut and female reader smut, so it's probably ass. I have no idea how any of this works (I'm a dude, sorry, I did research though so hopefully it's accurate). IDK if this is like disrespectful or fucking weird to write this (sorry if it is) but whatever.
It was a regular night; you’re lying in your and Grace’s bed. She isn’t here, wrapped around you, though. You’ve been yearning for her all week, but she's been at an FBI conference out of town. It’s becoming unbearable at this point. You want her wrapped around you, kissing you, touching you, and staring into your eyes with hers. These thoughts are becoming unbearable; you need her so bad. You open your phone's camera roll and scroll until you find a photo of Grace. She’s staring at you with her beautiful eyes, and her soft smile shines through your screen. Your wishful thoughts wander back to everything you want Grace to do to you. Your eyes tear up a little, and you roll onto your back. You close your eyes to try to sleep, to end this hell of loneliness. You only see Grace on top of you, her hair flowing down towards you, and her soft puppy eyes staring at you. Your eyes shoot open, and your mind fills with dirty thoughts. You’re overwhelmed by them; you can’t resist it anymore and give in.
You sit up in bed and slide yourself against the headboard. You pull your panties down to your ankles and pull your shirt off. You look down at your pussy and hesitate. You can’t resist, though, you close your eyes again and start rubbing yourself. Your soft moans fill the room. You try to only think about Grace’s strong fingers touching you, but your mind keeps wandering to how dirty you are. You try to imagine Grace's lips rubbing you, and her beautiful eyes staring up at you when she eats your pussy. You go further, sticking a finger in and rubbing your insides, you moan loudly. You imagine Grace’s strap-on or her cute nose penetrating you as you ride her face. You hear Grace’s voice in your head, “What’s wrong, baby? D-do you miss me?”
You audibly reply, “y-yes, Grace.” You feel a hand touch your cheek; it feels like Grace’s hand. It feels oddly real; you must be fully immersed in your fantasy. The hand moves over your face, forcing your eyelids open. Grace is kneeling beside you, looking into your eyes. “G-Grace, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you would be home yet.” You pull out of yourself and try to reach your panties, but Grace grabs your arm and pins it down to the bed. “Grace, w-what are you doing?”
She moves your hand back towards your vagina. “I-I want you to keep touching yourself.” You look at her, surprised. “Do it, p-please.” You do as she asks and put your finger back in. You moan as you do, and Grace grabs your chin and lifts it to look at you. “You’re such a g-good girl for me.” You both smile at each other, and Grace puts her lips on yours. You go a little deeper into yourself, letting out louder moans into Grace’s mouth. She gulps down every single moan you let out into her mouth. She pulls her head back, and her face is many shades redder than before. She scans your body, taking a longer look at you fucking your cunt for her. “Keep f-fingering yourself, it’s b-beautiful.” You blush at her statement and add a finger inside. Moaning the hardest you have all night. She starts sweating a little. She adjusts her glasses and shakes her hair to cool off. “F-fuck you’re too hot,” she whines.
She stands up beside the bed and takes off her glasses. She puts them on your face, smiling at how cute you look with them on. She sheds her shirt and jeans to cool down and help you masturbate. Her hair falls when her shirt goes over her head. She grabs her glasses back, drops her panties, and uses her foot to bring them to her hand. While you’re staring at her red, wet cunt throbbing to the sight of you fucking yourself, she throws her panties at your face. They land with a wet noise. “Holy shit, these are fucking soaked.” You shake your face to remove them, and they leave a slick streak on your nose before falling on your chest.
“Sorry, I was uh t-thinking of you the whole drive here,” she confessed with a smile. She loves you with her fluids all over your face; you love it too.
You use your free hand to wipe your nose off and stick your fingers in your mouth, licking them clean. “Mmm, delicious,” you moan.
“I-I wanna taste you too,” she whispers shyly. She feels like she is asking too much of you. It’s quite late, and you need to go to bed soon. You should tell her no, but she is looking at you with those eyes, the ones you can’t say no to.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you when I-ngh-I’m close,” you say through your moans. She smiles in anticipation, watching your eyes intently. A few moments pass, both of you staring into each other's eyes. You want her down there so badly. “Ok, Grace, I need you,” you lie just a little. You grab a hair tie from the nightstand for Grace. You remove your hand from yourself; your fingers are covered in slick.
Before you can even move, Grace grabs your hand and sticks your fingers in her mouth. She licks them clean, as you did before, you look up, surprised, she usually isn’t this quick. You pull your fingers out of her mouth and move to put her hair back. “I-I’m sorry about this, you probably think I’m p-perverted or s-something,” she says, looking away in shame.
You finish putting Grace’s hair up in a little ponytail, and she looks beautiful with that, but her face is filled with shame. You move your hands to her cheeks and caress them. You comfort, “I think you’re the most beautiful woman on earth and that you're all mine.”
She looks back up and smiles, “th-thanks you.” She lowers herself to eye level with your pussy. You bite your lip in anticipation. You see her move a hand to stroke your thigh, and the other moves to start fingering herself. You feel her mouth finally touch your clit, and you let out a loud moan. Grace licks up and down repeatedly; it feels so good. She moves down, doesn't want you to finish too quickly. Your hands are shaking from the pleasure. You move your hand to caress Grace’s hair, and another to massage her bare shoulder. She starts moaning from her fingering, creating a vibration inside that feels so good. She sticks her tongue inside, massaging the walls of your vagina. Your eyes narrow, you’re so close.
Grace starts fingering herself faster, and bigger moans vibrate inside you. “F-f-fuck, your tongue is p-perfect,” you moan. You see Grace's legs shake; she is so close. “Ya g-gonna c-cum for m-me, G-Gr-,” you get cut off by a wave of pleasure from Grace’s screaming moan inside you. You feel the hand that was fingering Grace fall to the bed. You have your own orgasm right after. Your discharge floods Grace’s mouth and face. Grace sits back and takes a massive gulp of everything in her mouth. She crawls over to your side, shaking as she does, and collapses onto your shoulder. Both of you are breathing heavily, unable to talk.
You grab a towel from your nightstand and wipe sweat from your face. You look at Grace, her glasses foggy and covered in discharge; everything under her eyes is covered too. You move to wipe your vulva, but Grace didn’t leave a single drop down there. You look over, and she is wiping her face and sucks her fingers after every wipe. You wipe her pussy clear of her own fluid. You take her glasses and wipe them off with a glasses wipe. She’s finally done devouring every drop of your cum. She leans forward, undoes her ponytail, then shakes her beautiful hair out.
You hand her glasses over to her, “I’ve been wanting this all week, thank you so much, Grace.” You add, “You know exactly how to please me, you good girl.” You look at her eyes, looking up at you, “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too,” she whispers, exhausted from her long day.
You both slide down; you stretch your arm over under Grace’s head. She lays her head on your bicep, snuggling up to it. Her body is pressed up against your body, her legs wrapped around one of yours. You pull a light blanket over both of you. You look over at Grace, and she is already fast asleep, drooling on your arm. You lay your head back, intending to do the same thing.
Contains - fingering, praise kink, teasing, thumb sucking, probably more
Note: I wrote this with a male reader in mind, but after proofreading it seems pretty gender-neutral so yeah
also shameless plug: Chris Redfield x male reader
Today is not a typical Sunday for you or Grace. Emily wasn’t home; she was spending the day at Chris’s house with Rosemary. Grace was still working hard on a report for work. Usually, you two would be cuddled on the couch after a long week, playing with Grace’s hair while binging Supernatural or some other show. Today, you are alone, though you brought Grace some lasagna for lunch about 30 minutes ago. You figure she is probably done by now, and you really want to see her, so you go to get her plate and wash it. You walk into the doorway of the home office and just stare at her. She is wearing a plain white tee, some red pajama pants she stole from you, white socks, and her glasses. You keep staring at her until her head falls into her hands and she lets out a loud groan. You pull your own desk chair over and sit beside her. “What’s wrong, Grace?” You put a hand on her thigh to calm her a little.
“This report is just stressful, and I would rather be cuddling with you.” You start rubbing her thigh, leading to a smile and sigh from Grace. She lifts her head back up and looks into your eyes with hers. “Th-thanks.”
You take your hand off her thigh and put two fingers on the desk, the same way you would finger Grace. “You want to calm down a little bit more?”
Grace looks down at your hand, “s-sure.” Your hand falls from her desk and runs up her thigh, while she opens her legs more. You weave your hand through the fly of her pajama pants. You look at Grace’s face; she’s looking down and biting her lip in anticipation. You contact her panties and rub her pussy through them. She lets out a long breath and looks at you with a flustered look on her face. You rub her more, leading to soft moans escaping her mouth. She stares at you, focused on the pleasure you’re giving her and not on her work; that’s exactly what you wanted. You speed up your pace a little as Grace’s panties get wetter. One of her hands grips the armrest firmly, and the other lands on your shoulder, grabbing part of your shirt.
Your hand is maintaining pace while the other moves to caress Grace’s cheek. Grace smiles at your display of love. You move your head to plant a kiss on her lips, Grace’s moan echoing inside your mouth. You pull back, and Grace’s face blushes. “You’re beautiful when you’re all flustered,” you tease. You move your mouth to her neck, kissing her all over. She moans every time your mouth touches her. You move your hand and brush her hair behind her ear. You whisper into her ear, “I love when you get this wet for me, Grace.” She lets out a long moan from that comment.
“I-I need t-them i-inside me, pl-please,” she says in between moans. You slip your hand out of her fly. Her breath steadies, and her moans stop. “W-what are y-you doing.” You stand up and pull her up with you. You grab her shoulders and push her back against the wall beside her bookshelf. Her hand grabs the bookshelf, and the other lands on your shoulder. Her flustered face looks you up and down, wondering what you will do next. You slip a hand under her waistband and massage her pussy. “Ohh, m-more, please.”
You slip two fingers inside her vagina; Grace lets out a big moan, and her breathing becomes unsteady. Your free hand undoes the drawstring of Grace’s baggy pants, causing them to fall to her feet. “Don’t want these wet, move your feet.” Grace does as you command, and you slide her pants out of the way. You run a hand up her thigh, “Your legs look so good.” She lets out a loud moan. “What, my words getting you even more wet?” Her legs start shaking a bit, and you put your hand on her cheek. Grace starts whimpering, and you slip your thumb into her mouth. She closes her mouth and sucks your thumb while your other fingers rub her cheek. Her moans vibrate through your hand. “Good job, Grace,” you praise. Tears start to well up in her eyes and then fall down her cheek. You wipe them away with your fingers that are not in her mouth. “What’s wrong, Grace, ya wanna cum for me?” She nods quickly, almost sending her head through the wall. You curl your finger to hit her G-spot and rub her clit with your palm. Her vagina tightens around your finger, and her panties flood with discharge. Her teeth clench on your thumb, and her loud moan vibrates through your whole forearm. You pull your thumb out to let Grace breathe; her eyes flutter. You pull your hand out of Grace’s soaked panties. She lets out a final moan before falling onto your shoulder.
“Th-thank you, I-I love you,” she whispers into your ear.
You pick her up to bring her to lie down for a bit. Her arms wrapped around your neck and legs on each side of you. “I love you too, Grace.” You look down at Grace’s crotch, her discharge soaking into your shirt. You chuckle, “Let’s get you some new panties, wet girl.”
contains - male reader, anal, kissing, oral, top Chris, bottom reader, overstimulation, established relationship, clairejill mentioned
w/c: about 2750
Chris had been gone for about month on one of his missions for the BSAA. Last night you finally received his call; he’s coming home today. That call may have been the best call you have ever received. This mission took abnormally long, made you extremely nervous. The only thing on your mind for the last few days was, “is my husband dead.” You took a personal day from work and planned to spend the day with Chris. Those bastards at the BSAA still had him working today, writing reports and shit like that. That doesn’t matter right now though, Chris is safe, that is all that matters.
You slept like a rock last night, way more than usual. That was to make up for the almost sleepless nights without knowing Chris was alive. You start your day like any other, taking a shower. Usually, you and Chris would shower together, when he was gone this shower felt empty. Every day he was gone, you used his bodywash just to smell him; the last few days it had made you cry. That could’ve been the last scent of him left. You finish showering, the only sounds left are water dripping from your body and the rain tapping the window. You brush your hair in the mirror, usually Chris would behind you doing that. Your wet hair touching your shoulders makes you think of his massive hands on your shoulders. Soon you won’t have to think about that stuff, he’ll be here doing what you’re imagining. You close your eyes finding comfort in that thought. The same thoughts keep repeating in your head, “he’s safe, he’s alive, he’s home.”
You continue your routine, finally putting on your jeans, button up shirt and a coat. You also grab a duffle bag with some extra clothes for Chris. The weather today doesn’t match your mood, it is gray out, the sky is full of clouds blocking the sun and the rain is coming down very hard. You open the front door and see the strong wind and rain. My hair is so fucked. You walk to your car, your boots splashing the puddles on the ground. The rain hitting your leather jacket makes a distinct sound. You finally make it to your car, you’re not as soaked as you expected to be. You hadn’t thought about it, but both your jacket and boots were waterproof. You start the car and start driving to Chris’s favorite restaurant. You have to turn your windshield wipers to full power and can still barely see. You arrive at the restaurant and wait for your order to get done.
This restaurant is oddly romantic. The lights are low, the seats are comfy and the music is good. I wish Chris was here, this would be way better than having dinner in his office. Your name gets called from the front counter and you grab your food. You walk back to your car through the rain, hiding the food under your coat. You reach your car and duck inside, putting the food next to the duffle bag. You drive quickly to the BSAA camp that Chris was at. You get stopped at the gate and must show your military ID. The ID made it clear that you were married to Chris, the guard immediately let you pass. Being married to Chris had quite a few benefits, more than most people would think. You stop your car and get ready to enter the building. Oh come, you couldn’t wait like 5 minutes. You look down and there is a massive bulge in your jeans from an erection. You undo your belt and reach in to try to hide it. You stick it in your waistband and move your zipper to hide it. That’s as good as it’s gonna get. You get out of the car, the rain hitting you hard again.
By sheer luck, you enter the building right after Claire, Chris’s little sister. You two were friends before you had met Chris. You have been friends for almost 30 years since your two’s college years. You two had come out to each other when you were living together. She was married to Jill Valentine, Chris’s close friend and co-worker. She convinced you to ask Chris out and you convinced her to ask Jill out. Jill had been gone for a week and also got back today with Chris. Claire was probably here to visit both of them. You decide to talk to her, so you pick up the pace and catch up to her. “Hey Claire, wait up,” you say.
“Oh hey, how is my favorite brother-in-law doing,” she says with a smile. She approaches arms outstretched for a hug. Oh my god, Claire, please do not hug me right now, I don’t want you to know about the thing in my pants. She comes up to you and hugs you tightly, her body presses against your erection. She pulls back immediately, looking up at your embarrassed face. “Ha, good to see you too,” she snickers. Claire, you don’t have to talk about it.
“It’s not for you,” you say with smile. This is going to be a “fun” conversation, Claire has no filter when talking to you and vice-versa. “I’m here to see Chris,” you chuckle. “F-for dinner,” you add swiftly, showing the takeout boxes in your hand.
“Yeah, whatever,” she says. “I’m here for dinner too,” she laughs. She has a massive smile on her face. You look to see if she is holding any food, she isn’t. You look back at her face; she knows exactly what you’re trying to figure out. She points at herself, “it’s me.”
“I hope you don’t plan on doing that here,” you say. Claire throws her arm up is confusion. “Cause you two are loud as fuck when you fuck,” you inform her. “Oh my god, please Jill, please keep doing that,” you say imitating Claire’s voice. Her smile fades and she now looks unamused.
“You two are louder than us,” she rebuts. “Chris, Chris, faster and harder please,” she says copying you.
You smile widely. “You know, you are moaning your own brother’s name right now,” you laugh. She shakes her head in disgust. “Yeah, pretty disgusting,” you say nodding your head. “Ok, I’m going to go see Chris now, bye,” you start walking.
“Go enjoy your dinner, you bastard,” she says jokingly. You throw a thumb up and she turns to walk upstairs to Jill’s office.
While walking you notice the erection is gone now. Thanks Claire. Your dick is still tucked into your waistband though. You finally reach Chris’s office and open the door. You swiftly throw the duffle bag down and put the food down on his desk. You throw yourself into his massive arms and throw your head into his shoulder. He hugs you tightly and you breathe him in. “Fuck, I missed you so much,” you say. Tears of happiness start forming in your eyes. You want to stay right here in this situation forever. You pull your head back to look into Chris’s eyes and kiss his lips. After a few moments your head falls back onto his shoulder. “I love you so much, Chris,” you whisper.
“I love you too,” Chris whispers back. You embrace each other for what feels like hours. “Alright,” he says. You pull back and sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He sits in the other chair beside you, brushing your thigh. Your erection is back but it’s not noticeable. You both eat your food, Chris got more food than you so finish faster. You’re staring at him; he’s wearing his compression shirt and some black cargo pants. His shirt makes every single one of his muscles look even more massive. He’s finally done eating and he looks at you. Without you noticing his hand reached for your erection. When his hand touches it, your eyes shoot open. “What thought you could hide that,” he remarks while unzipping your jeans.
“Are you sure we should do this here?” you ask. Chris stops and gets up. He walks behind you and you hear the door lock. You hear him fiddling with something metal and a zipper. He walks back into view with just his compression shirt and underwear on. Your breath shakes. “I guess we are,” you say. Chris nods in response. He starts cleaning off a spot on his desk for you. You get up from your seat and shed your pants and underwear. You reach into the duffel and pull out a bottle of lube. You had secretly hoped something would happen here. You put the bottle on the desk near where Chris was cleaning.
He looks at you and smiles, “aren’t you prepared.” Of course I am, we’re married dumbass. You both knew what each other liked so sex was a routine unless you experimented. After a month of not seeing each other, you both just want to have sex, nothing crazy. You study the room to see what Chris was going to do to you. There is not much, just his desk and some chairs. I’ll just let Chris take the lead. “All right, lean back on the desk,” Chris demands. You unbutton your shirt while doing so. Chris drops his underwear revealing his large dick. You exhale sharply at the sight of it. He takes the bottle of lube and applies a generous amount to himself. You let yourself down all the way laying flat on the desk, feet still touching the ground. You feel Chris lifting your legs up and feel him start applying the lube to your anus. You flinch at the cold temperature of it but Chris pats you to comfort you. “You Ready?”
You’re slowly breathing in and out, “uh, yeah.” You feel Chris entering you, you breathe in with your teeth clenched. Chris leans over you, hands landing beside your head. He looks so massive from this angle, his shoulders wide and his arm muscles engage. One of hands in touching massive forearm and the other is holding your dick. Chris speeding up a bit, trying to find a good rhythm. He stops when he finds a pace and maintains it. “Fuck Chris, ngh, feels goods.” He feels so good thrusting into you. He leans down to kiss you. Your mouths connect and you moan into his, he loves when you do that. He pulls back with a smile. “I’ve waited forever for this,” you moan.
“Me too,” Chris replies. “Hey, do you mind if I try something,” Chris asks. Chris is usually the vanilla one in this relationship.
A surprised look comes over your face. Chris had stopped thrusting waiting for a response. “Yeah, you just don’t usually want to,” you laugh.
“Alright, brace yourself.” Fuck does he mean “brace yourself”, the hell is he going to do. He puts a hand on the nape of your neck and the other on your midback. You were about to ask what he was going to do but he already does it.
“Holy shit, Chris,” you yell as he picks you upright, dick still inside you. Your unbuttoned shirt and hair swaying from the momentum. You wrap your arms around Chris’s neck. You’re face to face, chest to chest. He slips your dick into his shirt compressing it between his skin and tight shirt. He starts thrusting inside you again, sending you up each time. Every bounce strokes your dick in Chris’s shirt. “Fucking hell, that feels great,” you moan.
“Yeah, you like that, baby,” he whispers. You nod quickly. Chris keeps thrusting repeatedly. You look down, his shirt is getting wet from your pre. Your head falls to his shoulder; your breathing becomes more unsteady. This feels too good. Chris turns his head to stare into your face. He kisses your cheek. The stroking of your dick and Chris pounding you is getting you so close.
“C-Chris, mmm, I’m gonna cum.” He keeps thrusting into you until you release up into his shirt. You hug Chris tightly to make sure you don’t move. That feeling radiates through your body, you’ve been waiting a whole month for this. “Th-thank you,” you whisper. Chris keeps going, he knows you like him to keep going till he is done. Your eyes start blurring from tears. Your mind can’t focus. All the muscles in your body start shaking from the overwhelming pleasure you are receiving. You aren’t moaning anymore; it’s whimpering and hyperventilating now. Tears start falling from your eyes, it’s all too much. “C-C-Chris, fuck, I-I-I-,” you can’t finish your sentence before you start whimpering again.
You can barely hear anything, but you can make out Chris faint voice, “you’re ok,” he keeps repeating that. He keeps thrusting for a while, your mind breaking more every single time. You have no idea how long it’s been, but Chris must’ve decided you had enough. He pulls his dick out of you. He puts you down on the table supporting you with his massive hands and then puts you on your knees in front of his desk. He lets go of your shoulders and you instantly fall back; your shoulders hit the desktop stopping you. Your head falls forward until Chris’s hands pull it back up. “I’m not done with you yet,” his voice booms through your head. His grip on your head is strong, and he starts stroking his wet dick between your nose and eye.
You want to start kissing his dick so bad, but your twitching body and Chris’s hands won’t let you. A part of you wants him to start fucking your mouth, but your broken mind won’t let you think. Chris has your head tilted up to look at him. He has massive smile on his face; he loves to see you completely intoxicated from him fucking you. You’re gaining back some sense of feeling in your face at least. You feel Chris’s cock throbbing while moving on your face; leaving streaks of pre on your forehead and hair line. Your mind is only able to form a partial sentence, “C-Chris, please.” He knows exactly what you want without you saying it. He grabs a handful of hair and tugs it making you let out a moan. He puts a finger in your mouth and pulls your jaw all the way open. He pulls his finger out and uses his hand to slap your cheek with his dick; leaving a splash of pre. He slides it across your cheek and slides his dick into your gaping mouth. You wrap your lips around him and he starts slow, increasing his pace over time. He is going hard, but it feels so good.
Chris doesn’t do this for very long; he’s been fucking you for a while now. He pulls his dick out of your mouth streaks of saliva and pre separating as he does. He takes his hand off your hair and pushes your chin up so he can look at your face. He pulls your chin down to open your mouth. He uses one hand to brush away your hair and caress your face. His other hand stroking his dick with the tip pointing towards mouth. He stares into your eyes as he shoots his cum into your mouth. It’s so nice, warm and delicious. He keeps cumming, flinching with each rope he shoots. Most of it lands in your mouth, one land shoots across your cheek and another down your neck. He lets go of his dick letting it fall; you also fall back backwards resting against Chris’s desk. Your head falls forward and Chris’s cum starts flowing from your mouth down your chest. Chris gets on his knees in front of you. You look up through your hair; he looks proud of himself. “God, you look fucking perfect covered in my cum,” he says. You smirk, stopping the flow of cum from your mouth. You swallow Chris’s warm, delicious semen. He crawls over and sits down beside you, leaning back against the desk. “Holy shit, I love you so much,” he sighs.
You fall sideways to rest against him, your head falling on his shoulder. You use every ounce of strength you have left to whisper, “I love you too, Chris.”
Note: I need to get better at this smut stuff but all the smut about Grace is lesbian stuff, so I can't really relate to it (I'm a man). But whatever, I'll get better if I keep writing. I also need to write some gay smut sometime with Dean Winchester or Leon or Chris, Idk. I need to stop ranting on these notes too.
Enjoy, leave feedback if you want (please).
Bold is Grace, italics is inner dialog
It’s Saturday, you’re itching to do something. Emily was hanging out at Chris’s house with Rose and Grace was at work. Oh great, I thought about Grace. God, I can’t think about those fucking eyes now holy shit. Thoughts keep rushing through your head and eventually it all becomes too much. Alright, I gotta see her right now. An idea pops in your head, food, that’s a good reason to see her. She doesn’t eat enough anyways. You call Grace and ask what she would like for lunch. “Hey gorgeous, what can I get you for lunch?" “Uh, how about some tacos or something.” “Ok, Gracie, I can’t wait see you get stuffed,” you whisper seductively. You hear Grace exhale sharply; you can tell that did it for her. “How about you be a good girl and wait for me.” “O-o-ok.” I love it when her voice gets all shaky and stutters. You put on some jeans and a jacket and rush over to Grace’s favorite Mexican restaurant.
You arrive at Grace’s office building and swiftly make your way to her cubicle. You pull over an extra office chair sitting with your back to the desk beside Grace. You let Grace eat her food before you do anything to mess with her. She moans every couple of bites, “God, this is so good.” Grace finishes her food and you stand up to look around, there’s almost nobody here. You sit back down and run your hand up Grace’s inner thigh. She exhales sharply. “T-this is not a g-good idea man.” “You’re too hot to keep my hands off you, Gracie.” Her mouth drops open slightly with a little moan. “F-fuck.” “That’s exactly the plan, baby.” Her eyes snap to you. “Those eyes and your glasses, they’re so beautiful.” She starts biting her lip and you look down at her hands; they are clenched so hard right now. You put a hand on them. Your other hand is stroking her beautiful hair. You lean close to her ear brushing her hair back, “I bet you wish a hand was rubbing your perfect pussy right now,” you whisper. You lean back, her face is almost blood red. Her breath is unsteady, but she still stutters, “Y-y-yeah.” You move to undo the button of her slacks. When you reach the button Grace stops your hand. “What’s wrong Grace,” you say, pulling your hand back. Grace’s hands are shaking and a tear is falling down her cheek. “I-I can’t d-do this here, I’m s-sorry, I’m s-so sorry.” Her head falls into your chest, and she starts crying a little harder. You push her head up with your hand, wiping away her tears. “Grace, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, ok.” She shows a smile through her tears. “Thank you.” “Do you want to go home, Gracie.” She nods looking up at you. You walk out of the building holding her hand. You both get into your truck. “Uh, can we c-continue when we get home.” “Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll do even more than I was going to.” Grace exhales sharply in anticipation.
You open the door with Grace following still in her office outfit. A simple white button up, her blazer and slacks. You get through the door and quickly kick off your shoes and shed your jacket. Grace gets inside and slides off her slippers. She is moving to the coat rack but before she makes it, you grab her and push her against a wall. Her face is full of surprise, her eyes looking at you almost scared. That expression is short-lived before you jam your mouth against hers. One of your hands is on the back of her head stroking her hair. The other unbuttoning her slacks and sliding them off. You pull back a string of saliva connecting your lips. Your hand goes below the band of her panties, she usually didn’t wear these during your two’s intimate times, only when she was working. Holy shit these are so fucking beautiful. You start rubbing her pussy, she looks up at you flustered wondering what you had in store for her this time. “W-what are you going t-to do.” “I reckon I’ll just play with your pussy, not gonna let you cum though.” Grace’s face grimaces thinking about what she is going to experience. “That would be too easy,” you chuckled. “You’re gonna be begging to cum and when you do, oh my god, it’s going be so intense, better than anything you have ever experienced.” “O-ok, uh that s-sounds good.” “It might be difficult, but I’ll be right here, ok.”
Your hand stops stroking her hair and moves to unbutton her shirt. You slowly undo every button going down until her shirt finally fell to the sides of her body. You run your fingers up her body until you reach her breasts. You grab one of them, “no bra, you expecting me or something.” “Y-yeah,” she moans. You chuckle a little, “you know me way too well Grace.” She doesn’t respond this time, “hey Grace, you okay?” Her hips buck and knees buckle. You catch her and stop fingering her. You support her weight in your arms. “You want to go sit down, Gracie.” “P-please.” You sit her down on the couch, her breath still heavy. You pull your shirt off. “You’re doing so good Grace, your face and moans are making me so hard.” Your jeans feel like they’re about to burst open. You sit down sideways, facing Grace. You pull her up onto your lap and put your hand back in her panties. Her head falls onto your chest. One of her hands is on your erection, rubbing it through your jeans. Her other hand grabbing a handful of your jeans and grasping it tightly. “Holy shit, Grace your hand feels perfect there.” “Oh, and you’re so wet for me too, you’re just perfect in every way, huh.” Her breath shakes from that praise. You feel her muscles tighten a little and you slip your hand out of her panties.
Her hands move to her knees. You start massaging her stomach leaving her discharge all over her. “Please, I-I need m-more,” Grace whines. Your hand moves to her face, wiping away a little tear. “I know but just think about how it’ll feel when you cum, ok.” Her breath is so shaky, “O-ok, you’re r-right.” Her muscles relax and she puts her hand back on your erection and rubs it more. “Grace, you don’t have to do that.” “I need t-to move my h-hands, o-ok,” she explains. “Ok, just don’t go too fast.” You move your hand back down into Grace’s wet panties. You start stimulating her again. Her hands move to grasp her blazer. Her arms are crossed over her heaving chest. Her head falls onto your chest; she is shaking so much. “I know, Gracie, you’re doing great,” you praise. She shakes a little less now but the pleasure she is enduring is still overwhelming.“I-I can d-do this,” Grace whimpers under her breath, repeating it over and over again. Your hand is getting wetter and wetter by the second. You move your head to look at Grace’s face; she is so flustered. Her eyes are still producing tears. Those eyes shoot up to yours; they’re begging you to let Grace cum. You feel her muscles contract and back arch up. You pull away after a few seconds, getting her closest to the release that she has been wanting all night. Your hand is rubbing her stomach again.
“F-f-fuck, please j-just s-stop, let m-me c-cum.” Grace is crying much harder than before. “Hey Gracie, it’s ok, just breath.” “In and out, ok, baby.” She calms down a little, she isn’t crying her eyes out anymore. She looks up at you; her glasses are covered in fog. You take them off and rub them on her shirt. You put them back on her face. She is a whimpering and whining mess. “You’ve been such a good girl today, doing everything I wanted you to do.” Grace’s hands fall from her blazer. “And I’m sorry to say but you look beautiful like this.” “God, you’re always so beautiful.” Grace’s body tenses up again and she lets out a sigh. “Your hair, glasses and this work outfit they’re all perfect.” “Mm, t-thanks.” “Every single thing about you is fucking perfect, I just want to stare at you all day.” “Aah, wh-what are doing,” “I’m not doing anything, baby.” Your hand was caressing her wet cheek, wiping away a mix of sweat and tears. The other pushed her hair away from her face. Her eyes were looking at you with confusion. “I love when your eyes stare into mine.” Grace lets out a little moan. Oh, this is hot, making her all flustered with my words. Her legs are shaking a little. You lean your head down to be closer to hers. “Fucking hell, Grace.” She looks into your eyes again, her mouth is open a little, still confused about what you are doing to her. “I love you so so much.” That’s the one that sends her over the edge. Her hips buck and her body shoots forward. “Aaaaah, hah, f-f-fuck,” Grace moans loudly. Her discharge is soaking through her panties and through your jeans. That wet feeling on your skin and the sight of Grace’s orgasm sends you over the edge making your own orgasm possible. “Mmmm,” you groan as your underwear gets filled with your cum. “I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to c-cum, I k-know you didn’t g-give p-per-permission.” “No, I meant for that to happen, you’re ok.” She relaxes knowing she didn’t disappoint you. Her whole body goes limp on you, exhausted from the experience you just put her through.
A few minutes of stroking her hair in silence passed. “Ok Grace, I gotta clean up.” She groans as she lifts herself up, still drained from her orgasm, you slip off her soaked panties throwing them on the floor. You also slip off your jeans and underwear. Using the towel you had stashed by the couch, you wipe away Grace’s sweat and leftover tears before wiping away her discharge. The towel also gets used to wipe away your own cum from your crotch. You nod at Grace. She falls back down into your lap. “Thanks,” she groans. You pull her unbuttoned shirt and blazer off her to let her cool down. Her shoulders and head fall onto your chest. “Your hair feels perfect on my skin,” you compliment. She shoots you a look. “Sorry,” you chuckle remembering what your words had done her earlier. You’re both naked, Grace only has her glasses on. Cuddled up with nothing between you. You pull a thin, soft blanket over Grace and pat her shoulder. “Thanks, I-I love you.” You lean down kissing her forehead, “I love you too, Gracie.” A few moments later, “I bet you’re glad you left work early.” You look down waiting for a response, but Grace is already sound asleep. “Yeah, you deserve some rest.” You lean your head to the side planning to do the same thing. This is going to be nice to wake up to.
I am so mad at my brain because all I want to do is close my eyes and see Grace's beautiful eyes and face but I can't. I can't stand my fucking aphantasia (I can't form mental images) anymore ughhh 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Just look how fucking beautiful her eyes are. Also sorry for the rant.
I Got a Little Idea (Grace Ashcroft X Male Reader)
This part 4, other parts are here
Oops all smut, fingering, dom reader, overstimulation, toy usage, multiple orgasms, a little edging, one-sided orgasm.
Italics=inner dialogue, bold=Grace dialogue
Note: I wrote this in a few hours so it's probably horrible but I needed to get some of these smut ideas out of my head. Trust me, I got way too many. So expect more I guess. Also feedback is welcome.
W/C: about 1600 words
1 week later
Tonight is a normal night; Emily had gone to bed about an hour ago and Cas was cuddled up beside her. You and Grace were cuddling on the couch watching an episode of Supernatural. Your hand was rubbing her thigh; Grace wasn’t wearing any boxers like she usually did. That’s odd but hot. She was only wearing knee-length shorts, one of your shirts that was way too big for her and of course her beautiful glasses. “Hey Grace, you want to uh try something new tonight, I got a little idea,” you ask.
“Yeah sure, just go make sure Emily is asleep first,” she replied. Graces moves to let you stand and you tip toe over to Emily’s room. You open the door a little and see Emily sound asleep with Cas taking a nap right beside her. Good, I can’t wait to try this idea out. You close the door slowly and return to the living room. Grace is sitting up against the arm rest; ready for you. You get up on the couch and crawl towards Grace, leaning over her and looking into those beautiful eyes. While you and Grace stare at each other, you move your knee to her pussy, rubbing her through the shorts. Her eyes widen and she draws an unsteady breath. She reaches for your dick, but you stop her. You don’t want anything in return this time. “O-ok, I won’t do that.” You nod to affirm her.
You grab the remote from behind Grace and turn the TV up a few notches. You lean down and whisper into Grace’s ear, “this might get a little loud.” You pull back, studying the effect your words had on her. Her face was red and she was smirking. “God, you’re too beautiful,” you say. You look down to where your knee is, and she is so wet. “Can I take your shorts off,” you ask. She nods and moves her hips up so you can slide them off. You lean down and start kissing up her thigh. You move her shirt up and kiss her stomach. You move to her face and caress her cheek with your hand and interlock your mouth with hers. You move your other hand back down to her vagina. You open your eyes to see her face. Your palm rubs over her clit causing her eyes to open a little. Then, your palm still on her clit, you put in two fingers curling up and hitting Grace’s g-spot. Her eyes shoot all the way open, and she moans into your mouth. You pull out your fingers. Grace whines a little into your mouth. You pull away.
“M-more, I need more, p-please,” Grace whines. You’ve never seen each other this way before, it was usually the other way around. I can see why she likes this angle so much. Grace’s breath is heavy with anticipation.
“How about we go to our room instead, I got something I want to show you,” you say. Grace sighs just wanting to continue. “I’ll carry you.” You pick her up and she moves her arm to stimulate herself. “Grace, don’t do that,” you demand. She pulls back with a sigh. “You’re all mine tonight,” you whisper in her ear. You move to your bed and put Grace down, putting her head down on a pillow. You kneel on the bed beside her and start rubbing her pussy again. Grace lets out a sigh of relief. You reach your other arm over to your nightstand and open the drawer. You sift through it, till you find your surprise for Grace.
“Wh-what are y-you getting over there,” Grace moans. You got no idea what you’re in for, Grace. You raise the item into Grace’s view; it’s a simple bullet vibrator. “Oh uh, I’ve never u-used one of t-those.”
“Well, you want to,” you ask. She nods excitedly. “Alright,” you say as you click it on and put it in Grace. You move the toy till Grace lets out a loud moan letting you know you got it just right. You reach a hand to cover Grace’s mouth covering her moans. “Grace, I need you to stay a little quiet, can’t wake up Emily,” you inform her. You take your hand off the toy making sure it stay put. Your hand grabs the bottom of Grace’s shirt, and you lift it up to her mouth, so she can use it as a gag. “I need you to use your shirt to be quiet, okay,” you tell her. She nods. “Oh, and tap when you’re going to cum.” You take your hands away and Grace stuffs her shirt in her mouth. The vibrator is still going strong in her vagina; you use one of your hands to touch her clit. Even through her shirt you can hear Grace moan powerfully from that touch. You start kissing her stomach and using your other hand to roam her body. Her ribs, scars, shoulders and perfect breasts.
Her hips start moving a little, you hold them down with a little force. You feel Grace’s hand tap yours. You kneel upright and take out the vibrator and slowing your movement on her clit. You look up at Grace’s face; she is so confused. She spits the shirt out of her mouth. “W-what the f-fuck man, I w-was alm-,” her voice is cut off by your hand. You look through her glasses into her eyes and shove in 2 fingers into her, curling them up. Her eyes shoot open and her moan is still a little loud through your hand. Her hips buck up and her knees bend suddenly. I see why she likes to stare at me when I cum, that was hot. You move your hand; Grace starts breathing heavily through her mouth. “W-what the hell was t-that, oh m-my God.” Her legs are still shaking a bit. One of your hands is caressing her face and the other massaging her stomach. Her breath is starting to stabilize itself. “That was great,” she says softly.
“Just wait till round 2,” you say with a smile. You get up from the bed. “I’m going to grab a towel and check on Emily,” you say. You walk towards the bathroom and get to Emily’s bedroom door on the way there. You open it and she is still sound asleep. You proceed to the bathroom and grab a towel. You head back to the bedroom. When you open the door, you notice Grace had moved to sit against the headboard. You use the towel to wipe some of the sweat off Grace’s face. You brush her bangs to the side. “You ok, Gracie,” you ask.
“Yeah, I-I’m ok, uh what did you mean r-round 2 before you l-left,” she stutters. Her mouth is hanging a little sucking in breaths, and she is looking up at you. “Y-you want to do t-that again, really.”
“Yeah, I think you can handle it, can you,” you reply. “It’ll probably be quicker and more intense though,” you add. She nods. “Do you want to go again.”
“Uh, y-y-yeah, I can handle i-it.” Your hand brings her shirt back up to her mouth and the other get lowered to her vagina. You put the shirt in her mouth and move your hand to stroke her hair. You insert your fingers and start a rhythm; you hear her moan through the shirt. You’re focusing on fingering her the best can, palm on her clit just like before. Her leg starts twitching again and you look back at her face. Her eyes are darting everywhere, tears are dropping from her eyes, and her glasses are all foggy. You stop everything, take her glasses and start wiping them off.
“Grace look at me, please,” you plea. You wipe her tears and sweat with your shirt. She calms down looking at you with those puppy eyes, somehow telling you stop and keep going at the same time. “Grace, are you ok.” She nods her sweaty hair swaying in the air. “Do you want me to stop.” She shakes her head fast. “Ok.” You continue as before, making sure Grace is ok, focusing on her face instead of your hand. Her eyelids are fluttering and her face is covered with sweat again. Tears form but she nods at you as a way of telling you to keep going. Her moans turn into high pitched whimpers behind her shirt. Her hips buck, eyes roll back and a massive whine comes from before her makeshift gag. You pull out, wipe off your fingers and put a towel under Grace. Grace’s abdomen is shaking, you start massaging it, while you caress her face. Same way as before but this time she falls into you and wraps around you. She is still whimpering a little and there are still tears coming from her.
“Oh, my f-fuck, that was a l-lot,” she whimpers. Her head tilts back, her sweaty hair falling back. “T-thank you.” She’s just as spent as you were last week with her, probably a little worse. “That felt s-so good, holy s-shit,” she says in between her heavy breaths.
“Yeah, I figured you should experience that too,” you say. You move over to be beside her. She nods affirming your statement. A moment later she collapses onto your shoulder seemingly asleep. Yeah, I figured you would do that, gorgeous. You kiss her forehead and lean your head back, intending to do the same thing Grace is. “God, I love you Gracie,” you say out loud. Grace lets out a little smile after your sentence before she actually falls asleep.
TW: mentions of alcohol abuse and suicidal thoughts
This part 3, other parts here
Contains - smut with plot, lots of fluff, some backstory, Chreon, Rose Winters, Emily, sexual frustration resolved, mommy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, sexual overstimulation to reader, might be more idk
w/c: about 2350
2 months later
Emily has been officially adopted by Grace, and you have been helping them both out. You had convinced Grace that Emily should attend a school that was extremely hard to do as Grace is very protective of her. Your job helped, as a high school teacher you had opportunities to go check on Emily throughout the day or be close by if something happened. This also meant you spent a lot of time with Emily, taking her to and from school was good, it also meant that Grace didn’t need a babysitter. You love helping both of them but there is a feeling deep inside you that has been growing for months.
You think about that first night with Grace almost daily, that night was magical and you yearned for more. You weren’t mad at Grace; she had given a perfect reason for why it hadn’t happened since. You were both extremely drunk and both only remember bits of it, but from what you had pieced together it was nice. Grace had said that wasn’t her normal self, which was fine, her normal self is the best woman you have ever met. You had wanted to ask her for more for a month, but something was stopping you from asking.
Truth is before that night you met Grace; you were almost at rock bottom. Drinking almost everyday and thinking about just ending it all. You had no one and things were just getting worse. That night you weren’t looking for anything serious, just hoping to hook up with someone would help you feel something. You got what you wanted but also more than you bargained for. You fell hard for Grace. Helping her with Cas and now Emily has given you a reason to live. You don’t want to go back to the way things were before you met Grace. Still that yearning for her touch remains, she loves you, she said it, but did she also want more. I can’t ruin this; it would destroy everything. “Um, uh, hi,” a soft voice pierced the silence of your classroom. You got pulled out of your thoughts of Grace, your eyes shot up, it was Emily. You look at your watch it was already the end of the day. I wasted my whole free period thinking about Grace, holy shit I gotta do something.
“Hey Emily, you excited for tonight?” you inquire. Tonight you, Grace and Emily were heading to Leon’s house to have dinner with Chris, Rose and Leon. Emily was going to spend the night with them. You hadn’t met Chris yet; just knew he was married to Leon and had a kid. You had seen Rose hanging out with Emily before, they were both in the same grade.
“I like Rose, she is funny and really nice to me,” she replied. It’s a good thing that Rose was around to be friends with Emily and even better that Rose’s parents were already friends with Grace.
“Good,” you affirm. “I got a few things to finish up before we can leave, you can draw on the white board if you want to,” you say. Emily has been obsessed with drawing; she drew a lot of animals. She wasn’t the best at it but can’t really expect her to be considering everything. You do your work grading papers but every so often your mind wanders back to Grace, her eyes, her hair and those hands. You shakingly sigh but continue your work, sooner you’re done, the sooner you get to see Grace. About 30 minutes later you finish your work. “Alright Emily, you want to go see Grace at work or go home,” you ask.
“I want to go see Grace,” she answers excitedly. You throw on your jacket and sling your bag over your shoulder. You reach out your hand and Emily grabs it immediately. You both walk out of the school towards your truck, your arms swinging as you go. You love Emily like a daughter even though you have only known her for a month. You throw your bag and Emily’s into the front seat and pick Emily up and put her into the back seat. You take off towards the offices of the FBI.
You roll down your window and see the guard at the gate, you and Emily drop by a lot, so he knows you two. “I’m here to see Grace Ashcroft,” you say to him. A wave of a familiar feeling washed over you when you said that name. God this is horrible, all this yearning. You make your way to Grace’s cubicle, but Emily makes it there before you. You round the corner before Emily yells out to her; time stops for a moment when you see Grace. Your heart beats faster and your mind races. This happens every damn time.
“Grace!” Emily yells. Graces chair quickly turns, her hair flying in the air. That blazer was so hot on her, shit everything is, I guess.
“Emily, it’s so good to see you,” Grace says, outstretching her arms for a hug. Emily jumps into her and you can’t help but smile, they’re so important to you. Grace looks up at you, “how are you doing.” Her eyes through those glasses, God, I want her to pin me down right now. “Hey, y-ya there man,” she asks.
Shit. “Yeah uh, I’m doing good, h-how about you,” you reply way too fast.
“Well, I’m doing better now,” she replies. You blush just a little, not very noticeably. “Are you two ready tonight with Chris and Leon.” Grace asks.
Emily nods excitedly and you reply, “Yeah can’t wait to meet Chris.” You spend about 20 minutes hanging out with Grace and Emily, but Grace must get back to work. “Alright, Em, we got to go home,” you say. Emily grabs your hand with a frown, wanting to stay with Grace. “I know Emily, but she’ll be home in an hour.”
“Ok,” Emily sighs. You both leave and arrive home swiftly, Cas greets you both at the door and rubs up against Emily’s leg. They love each other a lot and are almost inseparable. She has a whole notebook of bad drawings of Cas. You both relax for a while until Grace arrives home, hugs Emily and retreats to take a shower. After some time, she emerges from the bathroom, wearing one of your shirts that was way too big for her and knee-length baggy shorts. God that’s so hot, that shirt is going to smell exactly like her later. You take one after her, the shower is still filled with her scent. Your thoughts start racing about her again and that feeling of yearning for her returns.
Some time passes and you’re all piled in the truck, Grace is wearing her usual casual clothes, her jacket, jeans, white shirt and glasses. Still beautiful in everything. Emily is wearing a striped shirt and some overalls. You’re wearing similar clothes to Grace; she has impeccable style.
You all arrive at Leon and Chris’s house. Emily runs inside to meet Rose; you and Grace walk up to the door and enter. “Hey you two,” Chris says while going to hug Grace. He looks over at you and gives you an up, down, sizing you up. Holy shit this guy is fucking jacked, why does every guy Grace knows so jacked. He reaches his hand and you shake it, his hand almost crushing yours. “Dinner will be ready soon,” he states.
You look over at Grace; she was a little red and biting her lip. I forgot she liked that. Some time passes and you all sit down for dinner, Chris and Leon on one side, you and Grace on the other. Emily and Rose were sitting by each other too; they scarfed down their food in a couple minutes and left to go play. You didn’t talk much especially around new people. You met Leon that night with Grace. Fuck don’t think about that right now, dumbass. You just met Chris though and he was intimidating. You all go through the usual small talk about work and getting to know each other. At this point Gracee was eager to leave, she loves Emily, but she needed a night off. You all say goodbye to each other and you and Grace head to your truck. Finally, alone with her. This is something that doesn’t happen much anymore. “Well, um what now,” you inquire. “I got an i-idea like uh n-nevermind,” you stutter. I want her so badly, I need her, but I can’t go back. Fuck it. “Grace, I love you so much, I-I need y-your touch, I need you,” you blurt out. Your hand feels like it’s about to crush the steering wheel.
“Like uh sex, you mean” That doesn’t sound good. “Uh you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “I’ve just been thinking about this for a while, but I didn’t want to lose you, things were bad before you.” “I love you too, I want this too, I was afraid for the same reason.” You both chuckled, “I guess we’re just idiots.” “Yeah.” You drive you both back home. You get inside and both quickly shed your boots and jackets. You get to her room everything below your waist gets taken off in the process. Same with grace, her shirt was the only thing covering her.
Your back is pinned against the headboard; she is kneeling in front of you. “Um, this might sound weird but uh, I’ve always wanted someone to uh c-cum in me.” “I-it’s ok if you don’t want to, I-I have birth control so uh nothing should happen.” “No that uh sounds nice.” Her face blushes and she smiles. She comes closer to you going over your legs until her vulva reaches your dick. She starts moving her hips along your dick to make some natural lubricant. You grab her waist to stabilize her. Fuck she is so beautiful. “Uh, can I take your shirt off.” She nods; you take her glasses off, placing them on your own face. Grace chuckles a little. You pull her shirt up; Graces raises her arms to help. Her entire body is now exposed. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined. You put her glasses back on her face. “God, you’re so beautiful,” you say as your hands run up her body.
You look down at your dick and Grace’s vulva. They’re both soaked. You look at Grace’s stunning face, “ready when you are.” She hesitates, her hands clenched on your shoulders. “Grace, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” “I want to, it just what i-if it hurts.” You reach up for Grace’s face and caress her cheek. “We can kiss when it goes in, that might help.” She nods fast, “o-ok.” You reach for her shoulder stroking the bite scar on it; your other hand on the back of her head twirling her hair. Your hand on her shoulder moves to guide your dick inside Grace. You lock your mouths together. Grace drops down and a wave of euphoria rushes over both of you. You and Grace’s eyes shoot open staring into each other. Graces moans into your mouth, “Ahh, fuck.” You unconnect your mouths and ask, “you okay Grace.” “Y-yeah, God that feels so good,” she says while breathing heavily. Grace starts going up and down. Your eyes widen and muscles tense. “Gah, fuck, Grace, you’re too tight.” Grace stops, “no, keep going, please,” you plea. Your head is on Grace’s shoulder moving with her body, you move to kiss her neck. You keep kissing her and every time you do, she lets out a moan. Your head comes up and you lock eyes with Grace. “I-I love you, m-mommy.” “You remember the o-other thing, right.” “Y-yeah.”
The other thing, Grace likes eye contact when you cum. “Fucking hell Grace, I-I’m almost there, you’re too fucking good at this.” You look up and she’s smiling, “yeah you like that Gracie.” “Yeah, th-thanks.” You look into her gorgeous blue eyes; she’s biting her lip in anticipation for your release. Your eyes widen and muscle contract. You want to scream but Grace’s hand covers your mouth. She looks so proud of herself; she should be that was magical. When you go limp, she lowers her hand. Through your panting breath you whimper, “keep going till you’re done, please.” You collapse onto Grace after that sentence; hugging her tightly to keep yourself going. “A-are you sure?” “Y-yes, use me pl-please.” Grace starts moving her hips again and letting out little moans. Your head is on Grace’s shoulder; you open your eyes barely. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, and your body is on fire. Tears form in your eyes some falling on Grace’s breast.
“Are you o-okay.” “I-I-I, just keep g-going please m-mommy.” She starts stroking your hair. “I-I’m almost there.” You could barely hear her anymore, your ears were ringing. You faintly hear a large moan and feel Grace’s vagina and body tightening, giving one last painful sensation. Her head falls on yours and her body relaxes. After a few moments, she pulls back, your dick falling out of her. She lets out a little moan as both of your fluids drip out of her. She is holding you up by the shoulders as you look at the culmination of your two’s night. She pushes you up to rest against the headboard, her arm muscles showing. “Thank you so much,” Grace whispers. You try to reach her face, but you’re spent, she moves to hold your hand. “I-I love you s-so much, Grace,” you whimper. Your body has finally relaxed but that was a lot. “I’m so tired,” you whine. “I’ll clean up.” After cleaning up, Grace cuddles up beside you. You’re still out of it, but Grace’s hand on your arm snaps you back. “I-I’m sorry that might’ve been too much.” “That was perfect, Grace.” She rests her head on your shoulder, and you fall asleep instantly.
A/N - I need to write more and longer smut immediately. Also thanks for reading. Feedback is welcome.
I need Grace to handcuff me, beat the shit out of me then blow my head off in this fit. I love this woman in uniform. Also I know Grace loves cats so much
You Are Never Going To Owe Me Anything (Grace Ashcroft/ Male Reader)
Other parts - here
This is a part 2, part 1 is called Drunken Discoveries and Desires. Reader is obsessed (in a good way), confession of love, all fluff, slight mention of sex, little bit of sexual frustration, mention of Emily, Graces has a cat, Supernatural reference, Grace doesn't think she is enough (she is though), probably other stuff idk, feedback is welcome. w/c: about 1200
3 months later
You and Grace have been getting along for awhile now and your relationship has been taken to the next level. You’ve been seeing each other almost everyday for a month and a half. You mostly help her out whenever you can, her work combined with weekly therapy and visiting Emily whenever she can keeps her very busy. She Is too burnt out from her life for any “extracurricular” activities, you long for her touch like that first night you spent with her. That doesn’t matter though, Grace and her wellbeing are the priorities.
You have been getting to know Grace quite a bit since you both met that night at the bar. Speaking of that night, you have come to realize the miracle of meeting Grace. This woman is possibly the biggest homebody to walk this earth and by some miracle she was there that night. Once again, it doesn’t matter, you’re her man and it is the best possible situation you could possibly be in. You spend a lot of time at her house whether she is there or not. Tonight’s excuse is the same as most others Grace’s cat needs taken care, his name is Castiel, although you and Grace call him Cas. He doesn’t need your help, he has an automatic feeder and water, he still likes to lay on your lap while you pet him though. Grace splurges on this cat so much he has more toys than he knows what to do with, you can only hope that Grace will love you that much one day.
You look down at your phone, it’s 9pm, you have been hanging out with Cas for a solid 5 hours, he is not exactly the most talkative company. You reckon it’s worth it to see Grace’s face, shit, anything is worth that. “Hey Cas, do you know when your mommy is going to be home,” you say in a dumb voice. Cas, of course, doesn’t answer, just purrs softly. “Figures,” you go back to petting him softly. You knew Grace was going to be late tonight, she was at the government facility that Emily was at. You would be there with her, but they would never let you in. You decide to take a shower before Grace gets back; you want to look your best when she arrives.
You turn on the water to begin letting it run over your back, you still haven’t brought any of your toiletries over, usually have enough time to swing back home before work. You have use Grace’s shampoo and bodywash, hopefully it’s not too expensive. You start your routine, lathering your body and hair letting the products run over you. “Fuuuck,” you shakingly groan. This smell is intoxicating, you can only think of Grace right now.
You take way too long in the shower, just taking in Grace’s scent. You dry off and put on a new shirt and shorts. You sit back on the couch, sideways with your legs stretched across most of it. Cas settles back in your lap; you look at your phone,10:30 pm and a text from Grace, “be home in 10 minutes.” You text back, “you want tea or coffee when you get home.” Immediately she replies, “tea please :).” You get to work making her tea the exact way she likes it.
She arrives and heads immediately for the shower, she had been gone for about 15 hours, can’t blame her. You sit back done on the couch, using your legs to create a seat for grace. She comes out with wet hair, one of your shirts that is way too big and baggy boxers. She grabs her tea and sits on your lap, resting her wet head against your chest. You are much bigger than she is, which is not that hard, so she fits comfortably on you. You start stroking her shoulder and periodically caress her wet hair. “How is Emily doing today?” you inquire.
“Shes getting better every day, probably going to be able to adopt her in a month but that feels like a lifetime away though,” she replies. “Hey uh, thanks for taking care of Cas while I was gone,” she says.
“Good news about Emily, got any new pictures of her,” you ask. Emily is Grace’s world, which made her part of yours as well. You had never spoken a word but still a certain connection was there. Grace hands over her phone and shows you the pictures. “What kind of name is Castiel anyway,” you inquire while strolling through cute photos of Emily.
“He’s a character on this show I always watch, he’s an angel, it’s called Supernatural,” she replies. “We should watch it sometime; I think you would like it.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you reply. “Uh Grace, how are you doing with all this stuff you’re doing, I just want to make sure you’re okay,” you ask.
“I’m just really tired but it’s worth it,” she says. She looks up at you while you twirl her perfect hair around your finger. “Uh do you maybe want to uh have sex with uh me,” she stutters out.
She has no idea how much you have longed to hear her say that. God yes please, wait a second. “Thought you were tired,” you remind her.
“Uh yeah, but I feel like I um owe you something for taking care of Cas and me during um all of this stuff,” she replies. She looks up at you waiting for a response.
“Grace, you don’t owe me anything at all,” you rebut. “You are never going to owe me anything ever,” you reply in a soft voice.
She lays her head back down, with a large smile on her. “Thanks,” she hadn’t expected the response you had given although, this is what she wanted. She rubs your chest and you lean down to kiss her forehead. She is so beautiful in these oversized clothes and that wet hair. I could sit here forever with her. “God, I love you so much,” she whispers. Your heart skips a beat, and your brain does a hard reset. Did I just hear her say that. She shoots up after hearing your heart skip from her thoughts. “I-I-I didn’t uh m-mean that, uh I mean I-I did but I uh d-d-didn’t mean t-to say it,” she stutters way too fast. Her breathing starts to become heavy.
“Grace, breath, slowly,” you calmly say. “You’re okay, I am here,” you repeat a couple times for her. She is finally calm, staring at you with a horrified look in her eye.
“I s-shouldn’t have said that, I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. With a small tear in the corner of her eye.
“I uh love you too, Gracie,” you whisper. She looks up and gives you a soft smile. Her head and wet hair return to your chest.
“Thanks,” she yawns. You brush her hair to the side and kiss her forehead again. She falls silently into her sleep. Cas sits on her lap and purrs, happy that Grace is home. Same Buddy. Your mind thinks of Emily, you can’t wait to finally meet her.
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