call me cami! 18+, no minors please . any pronouns. black stemme lesbian.
i write for dc women mostly (diana of themyscira, barbara gordon, kate kane, jessica cruz, dinah lance etc etc) with more characters coming in the future. i also tend to write about miscellaneous interests of mine like from video games or tv shows! i also write slash on ao3!
i won’t write male characters x reader, male reader, anything non-consensual, incest, piss, scat, the like. just don’t get crazy yo
i don’t have a masterlist, but i have a specialized tag, lcpd: ___ (insert character or fandom). for example, lcpd: dc or lcpd: ryujin
requests are always welcome, but check my bio to confirm before you do! ask box is always open regardless.
i do not guarantee a 100% chance that all requests will be written. i am also in college and have a job, so i ask that you remain patient when it comes to my writing!
I’ll be like so honest with you I don’t think I will only because I didn’t really fw her character like that on the levels I did vicky and I wouldn’t be motivated to write it at all….. sorry love u
i have lowk got to get better at writing like every time I read something good I’m like fuck i need to practice… I never want to quit tho i just feel like I could be soooo much better
knight diana pleek.............. i cant wait ive literally had ur post notifs on IM SCRATCHING AT THE WALLSSSSSSSSS take ur time obviously just know im excited
PLEASE! two more polisci finals and I’m all yours I swear!!!!!
thank you everyone for being so patient, just know I’m cooking like I get a new idea every day I’m terrible
i lowkey gotta start reading over my fics more than once cus i just noticed a mistake from my MINNIE FROM GIDLE fic from ages ago😭😭 why tf did I say you got in the car and sat in the passenger seat of ur own car I’m fr in tears
just wanted to say SUCH a huge fan of ur work. ik ur requests are closed rn but u are doing a huge service to the sydney adamu x fem reader community!! looking forward to the next :)
NOOO MY REQUESTS ARE JUST CLOSED FOR FICS PLEASE TALK TO ME!!!
And wow this is genuinely so kind of you and I think I got a little teary from smiling… Sometimes I get so in my head about my personal writing and even my fanficsdkdghe so I really do appreciate the kind words! Thank you!!!!
Luciopioid Kinktober 2025 | GP!Yelena Belova x Fem(me)!Reader > 1,298K words
tags: phone sex, masturbation, yelena is toxic, yelena has a cock, ambiguous relationships, reader is listening to Yelena’s voicemail.
notes: was waiting for a yelena request lowk… cheating on my dc ladies for a second. thank you for requesting! I hope yall enjoy! this will probably conclude my kinktober as I wasn’t able to fulfill all the requests, but I hope everyone has a fun and safe halloween!
Your phone buzzed incessantly on your coffee table. Face down and muted. You were expecting Yelena’s call, albeit not excitedly this time around, but you knew she’d still call— regardless of what you told her.
Yelena Belova had a long, long range of problems. You knew what she did for “work.” It wasn’t a secret— in fact, she made it glaringly obvious. One of her many, many problems actually. She was inconsistent, for one. She had a habit of showing up at your doorstep late at night, handsy and intentional, to seeming nonexistent for weeks at a time. Yelena also had a tendency to be a little rude, always leaving without so much as a goodbye any time after she found herself clothless and alone with you. What Yelena lacked in communication, manners, or even decency, she usually made up for in dick. That’s the only reason it annoyed you that you were forced to cut her off, completely of your own volition, but probably for your own sake.
You told Yelena exactly eight days ago after a petty argument that it was likely best if the two of you didn’t continue to see each other. In the moment, Yelena rolled her eyes at you. Even called you dramatic. In equal annoyance (for bewilderingly different reasons than her), you told her to leave and to lose your number. Stubborn and prideful Yelena threw her hands up and muttered a small “fine.” before leaving out your door in a huff.
You hated to admit it, but to your complete and utter surprise, she hadn’t even tried reaching you until yesterday night. You hesitated initially, not having gotten any sort of action since you told her to leave. You considered answering it for a very brief, fleeting moment before you came to your senses, ignoring her once again. Your phone in front of you rang one last time before you assumed she finally gave up for the night.
Before you could put the phone back down on the table, you get a ping. Out of curiosity, you turn it over and you see a notification hanging from the screen.
lena:
4 Missed Calls, (1) New Voicemail
You swipe away the notification, before you let curiosity get the best of you. You go back to your TV, sneaking glances at your phone every now and then. You get ready for bed, your phone still face down on your dresser. Your head hits the pillow as you open your phone routinely.
Your eyes drift to the phone icon at the bottom and you click on it. Again, out of curiosity. It was pointless and you lacked control, yes, but it wouldn’t hurt to see what surely kind words she left for you.
You scoffed once you saw that the voicemail was nearing 20 minutes long, but still, you couldn’t say you were surprised. You settle in bed before you press play.
“You can’t possibly ignore me forever, can you baby?” Yelena rasped through the phone. You could hear her take a sharp inhale before she started fumbling with the drawstring on her sweatpants. “I miss you.” She added and your eyes couldn’t have rolled further into your head.
“I had a dream about you last night.” Yelena breathed through the phone. You could hear every inhale, every sound of her separating her lips, it was almost like she was right there beside you in your ear. “I just couldn’t help myself. Wanted to see if you changed your mind.” She confessed, selfishly.
There’s a brief moment of silence as you hear shuffling. “Don’t you miss me too?” She asked in a whine as her breathing picked up. Yelena shifted, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby. I can’t stop thinking about you.” She moans softly between her words, presumably with her hands on her hardening dick already. “You make me so hard. You always do.” She adds, paired with a moan that sounded involuntary.
At some point, you could hear the slick of Yelena’s dick as she pumped it through the phone, letting you hear every heavy breath and whine she could possibly let out. Yelena knew it was wrong to even try calling you, but jerking off in your ear, telling you how much she needed you in her voice— she knew what she was doing. You kicked yourself for letting it work as you realized you already had a hand in your panties.
“Fuck, I miss you.” Yelena whimpered, “and your pussy, god–” She was cut off by a moan deep from her chest. “I keep imagining you riding me again— just how you like to.” You close your eyes at the memory. Yelena’s hands on your hips as she bucks up into you, telling you how good you looked riding her dick. She chuckles dryly, “you were riding me in my dream too.” She added. She pumped herself up and down, moving her hips with every movement in pathetic attempts to mimic the two of you.
“It felt so, so real. I almost forgot you were still mad at me.” Yelena says in one breath while she continued touching herself. “I could feel you. God, I could smell you.” She breathed. “Felt so real…felt so good.” She whines, repeating herself over and over as she jerked off, throwing in your name intermittently as she practically begged for you.
“We could be together right now, you know. You’re probably touching yourself to this anyways. I know you.” Yelena quipped and you felt a small pang of shame. “And I wouldn’t have to be fucking my damn hand.” She exasperated, moaning into the phone an octave higher. You imagined Yelena as she recorded this for you, her shirt probably tucked under her chin, her toned stomach heaving up and down, in and out. You let your hands wander further, your own mouth coming to a gasp at the thought. She never made things any easier.
“I’ll do better.” Yelena moaned, lying through her teeth. “I’ll do better, I swear. I’ll do anything.” She swallowed. “I’ll do anything, please. I need you so badly, baby.” Yelena stroked herself faster as she whimpered out into the room and into your ear.
She just moans for what felt like minutes, barely intelligible words in between. “Fuck,” She purred. “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked frustratedly.
“You don’t like how I fuck you anymore?” Yelena sassed. “I know it’s not that.”
“I know– fuck,” She breathes, interrupted by a whine, “I know you miss me.” Yelena said boldly.
Her noises began to sound more strung out, more desperate. You could hear her hand pick up pace too. “I’m gonna come soon,” Yelena inhaled sharply, “And you’re not here to help me.” She whined like a hungry dog.
“I wish you were here.” Yelena says, her voice raspy and wanting. “Wish you were with me.” She repeats to herself, over and over again as her noises get increasingly louder. Yelena’s hips buck uncontrollably as she begs repeatedly, cumming as she says your name like some kind of chant. Your own orgasm follows soon after.
She lets out a string of curses and you imagine her face as she came. Her cheeks were probably flushed as her hips began to stutter and slow down. You paired her heavy breathing to the thought of her chest heaving with her pants pulled down around her thighs.
Yelena catches her breath and curses once more. “Fuck, that felt good.” She said in one breath.
“I really hate that you didn’t answer me, baby.” Yelena purred. “When you forgive me, I’m only a call away.” She added teasingly before the audio cut out and your thumb hovered over the block caller button.
hi sorry if this is too detailed but can i request a toxic gp yelena whose in kind of like a fwb situation with femme reader. with the tags masturbation and phone sex? THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH
NO DETAILS ARE GOOD Posting this one now sorry it’s late again lol
Luciopioid Kinktober 2025 | Barbara Gordon x Fem(me)!Reader
tags: ass/(tit) worship/play, face sitting, oral sex, lesbian sex, tit sucking, switch babs, she’s a bit of a perv in this. it’s ok tho. reader has breasts. > 2,812k words
synopsis: Barbara offered to fix your laptop one time, but it conveniently stops working every time you want to see her. An accident reveals that she might anticipate seeing you more than she lets on.
note: was literally drooling writing this. also I was really glad someone requested this cus one of my favorite artists on twitter just posted THIS the other day so I was giddy cus I love their babs. I was inspired. feening even. hope you enjoy and like alwayssss I thank you for reading and requesting!!!!
The sound of Barbara’s fingers typing the keys on your laptop echoed throughout the room. You stared as you watched her furrowed brows and bitten lip— how she usually looked when she was deep in concentration.
“You know, it’s probably nothing.” You blurt out. Barbara stops what she’s doing and shoots you a quick side eye before returning to typing.
“This is your third virus this month.” She deadpans. You scoff at her exaggeration, suppressing a giggle simultaneously. “Besides,” Barbara starts, “you need a backup.”
Minutes go by after she connected your laptop to a hard drive, her attention back on you with no other choice as you rambled to her about something she probably didn’t care about, but still, Barbara listened. You sat on the ottoman next to her desk, the same spot you sit in every time your conveniently shitty computer stops working.
Barbara’s eyes were glued to yours, awkwardly trying to balance how much she looked at you, your laptop and hilariously, your cleavage. You’d caught her wandering eyes the last time you found yourself knocking on her door when you bent over to pick up a pen she dropped near her chair. You noticed the way she quickly looked in the other direction, eyes averting your gaze by the time you stood back up.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention. And if you said you didn’t think she was extremely attractive. That’s why you wanted to confirm if you were right about what you saw last time, today sitting beside her in your favorite lowly-cut top, your cleavage exposed and on full display for Barbara.
Barbara looks away to check your laptop, sliding it over between the two of you. “It should be completed. Just let me check something…” She trails off as you watch the way her middle fingers slide across the touchpad. She clicks on a file on your laptop and before you know it, plastered across your screen are topless webcam pictures of you. Some have you holding your tits with your mouth in part of the frame, others with you sprawled out on your bed, your ass in the air lustfully for the picture.
Barbra let out a soft oh the first glance, and a second, more shocked oh once she realized it was you in the pictures. A hushed string of curse words leave her mouth as she quickly tries to click out of it. You reach over, deciding to just shut the laptop instead.
“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t–” Barbara stammered, her hands covering her face behind her glasses.
“No, no,” You start, waving your hand dismissively, “I forgot I took those.” You mumble, sheepishly. Barabara’s face flushed a deep shade of pink. You were almost embarrassed yourself, but seeing the effect it had on Barbara made you slowly forget the feeling. An awkward beat of silence passes with still no word from Barbara as she tapped her fingers incessantly on the desk in front of her.
“Geez, Babs.” You chuckle, “it’s just boobs.” You say, teasing.
She scoffs as she pushes up her glasses, shaking her head. “Yeah, your boobs.” she retorts humorlessly.
You lean forward a barely noticeable amount. Or so you thought. Barbara’s eyes dart to your chest, immediately noticing your sudden change in position. Her eyes blink away quickly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You inquire, feigning ignorance.
Barbara opens her mouth to speak, but no words fell out.
You scoot closer, whispering. “Don’t act like I haven’t caught you staring.”
“I mean, I don’t care, but…” You add, trailing off. Paired with a teasing grin.
Barbara looked like she was about to explode, her face flustered beyond recognition. Her chest heaves up and down as her eyes are reluctant to meet yours once more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She babbled, fumbling with her hands.
You practically crawl towards her, slowly encroaching more and more into her personal space. Barbara’s eyes widened in response as you were able to feel the heat emanating off of her body. You notice her hand on the push rim of her wheelchair, presumably in an attempt to move backwards. You beat her to it as your hand pushes the brake on her chair, stopping her in place and leaving her with nothing but you in front of her. Barbara’s eyes close in defeat with her chest still heaving before you. Your lips curl into a cheeky grin.
“You’re annoying.” She says through her teeth.
“And you’re not even looking me in the eye.” You retort, clicking your tongue. Barbara chuckles dryly.
“Yeah well,” She breathes, “you’re not making that any easier.” You make sure she’s watching you as your eyes flicker between her lips and her eyes. You rest your hands on either side of her legs in the chair, holding yourself up on the empty of the seat, exhibiting your chest for her only. Her eyes widened, reveling in her luck.
You straighten up, stepping closer to Barbara. Suddenly feeling bold, you finally touch her. You drag your hand on top of hers, light and teasing. Barbara watches your hand, anticipating your next move.
You whisper, voice loud enough only for Barbara to hear. “Wanna feel?”
Her eyes darted to yours, her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline. She didn’t say anything as her mouth was slightly agape. You almost retreat your hand before Barbara, with curious eyes looking up at you, nods her head obediently.
Oh?
You grab her hand as you gently move it to your hip, slowly trailing it up your torso until it reaches the curve of your tit through your shirt. Barbara’s gaze was burning onto your hand on hers, her mouth still ajar in disbelief. You grab her other hand, attaching it to your unoccupied breast as you copy your previous action. You inhale sharply at the sensation.
You squeeze Barbara’s hands, urging her to take the hint and the lead simultaneously. She looks in your eyes for confirmation as you give her a quick nod through hooded eyes. Barbara sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it subconsciously. She gave your boobs a firm squeeze with both of her hands before kneading them, one in each hand. You looked down, watching the veins in Barbara’s slender fingers appear and retract whenever she massaged your breasts. Your mind ran further than it usually does, the feeling of her hands on your body getting you hot and turned on by the minute— if you weren’t already there.
Barbara looked to have felt the same as the astonished look on her face was replaced with something more needy. Her eyes were low and her lip still strained between her teeth.
“Admit that you’ve been staring and I’ll lose the shirt.” You say plainly, lifting up your shirt slightly. Barbara looks at you before chuckling, probably at your audacity. Then she speaks, realizing the offer on the table.
“You’ve been teasing me.”
“Doesn’t sound like a confession to me.” You shrug, teasingly raising your shirt back down.
“Fuck, wait, just—“ Barbara stuttered. “Yes. I’ve been looking… at you.” She says, sheepishly.
You grin, already taking off your shirt, not putting up any more of a front as you needed her bare hands on your body just as quickly. You discard your shirt across the room, leaving you in your bra. You unhook it with haste as you’re left completely topless in front of Barbara.
She pulls you closer by your hips, her cold hands mixing with the warm of your skin. Her hands rub up the side of your body, “Wow...” Barbara gasps, hands eventually engulfing themselves around your newly bare tits. You whine involuntarily in response. She massages your tits, kneading them between her fingers while her gaze flickers back and forth between your breasts and the look on your face as she touches you. She pinches your nipples and you practically yelp, accompanied by a moan soon after.
“This is all I’ve wanted.” Barbara confesses, probably intended for herself. You feel your face go hot at the thought of Barbara thinking about you. It wasn’t like you didn’t know she was already doing that, but the perverse thought alone of her aching to touch your boobs or sneakily stealing glances when you leaned over or bent down— seemingly oblivious to her prying eyes— well, it excited you.
She hooked your legs so that one rested on the floor and the other was hoisted up by your knee on the other side of her lap, ultimately bringing you closer to her momentarily. Her hands traveled up your back, rubbing your skin determinedly as they eventually found themselves back on your breasts. Barbara looks up at you with a needy look in her eyes, she opens her mouth near your nipple and you nod, giving her the go to do as she pleases.
Barbara’s hands return to your back as you’re able to feel her breath, hot and airy on your nipple. She looks you in the eye as she slips it past her lips, her slick mouth embracing your nipple entirely. Your hands rest on the back of her neck, mindlessly scratching the hair at her nape as you moan softly. She sucks slowly, rolling it between her slick, velvet tongue, grazing it with her teeth teasingly. She sucks for a bit more before switching to your other nipple, her hands finding themselves on your backside, rubbing over your bare back and ass simultaneously. Your grip a handful of her hair, moaning as you nurse her. “I want more, Babs.” You begged into the moan.
Barbara retreats slightly, her eyes big and daring as she nods her head. She takes a quick glance around her loft before signaling with her head to bed on the other side of the room. You shift off her lap, undoing the brake on her chair for her in one swift motion. Barbara shakes her head into a smile, following behind you on the way to her bed. You crawl on top of her sheets, sitting on your elbows near the middle. She halts her wheelchair, hoisting her body up and onto the bed. You hungrily watched the muscles in her arm flex, popping out of the sleeves of her tight shirt.
You lean in, needing to be closer to her. She looks up at you, panting softly as her eyes blink to your lips. “Can I...” She asks in a hushed tone. With a breathy yes, you waste no time attaching your lips to hers. Barbara, to your surprise, takes the lead. Her hands slide to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as she kisses you, angling her head for more access to your mouth. “I need you.” She confesses, followed by a whine into your mouth as you chase the kiss, copying her noises in equal stimulation. You feel one of her hands glove your breast, your nipple sliding between the slots on her fingers.
Barbara kisses down your neck, trading the hands on your tits to tug at the waist of your shorts. She fumbles with the drawstrings frantically, trying to lose them as quickly as possible.
“You’re eager.” You comment, trying to tease her.
“Maybe I’m just giving you what you want.” Barbara retorts, her fingers slipping into your waistband.
“Maybe I’m tired of your teasing.” She adds, whispering, tugging your shorts and underwear down to your knees. You pull back to discard the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely naked under Barbara’s touch. Her mouth finds your boobs again as her hands rub anywhere they could reach.
She pulls off your tits with a pop, looking up at your features, “sit on my face?”
You blink, her expression unfaltered. “Fuck— yeah. Okay.” You say, not expecting the boldness of which she asked. Barbara readjusts before laying down on the bed. She peers at you through her eyelids with her lips curling into a grin. Come on, she mouths.
You crawl towards her slowly, holding yourself up on her headboard as your leg raises to efficiently straddle her face. You look down, barely able to see Barbara. You see her muscled forearms snake themselves around your thighs, using her equally veiny hands to get you to sit flush on her face.
You immediately feel Barbara’s jaw unlatch between your legs, her breath hot against your pussy. She presses a slow kiss to your clit and your eyes flutter uncontrollably. You curse, your hand going to grab a handful of her ginger locks. She licks a few stripes along your pussy, slow and firm, wanting to taste as much of you as she can. You let out a long mewl at the feeling of her wet tongue exploring your pussy. Barbara’s hands tighten on your thighs.
Her mouth whelms your clit, sucking it into her mouth, pairing it with short, pulsating licks to the surrounding area. She whimpers against your pussy and you’re able to feel the reset in her jaw as she’s able to work her mouth even harder.
“Shit, your mouth,” you start, eyes cinched shut, “feels so good.” You say, gasping into a whine. She moans in response, her fingernails sinking into the flesh on your thighs as the vibrations from her mouth made your hips buck against her mouth involuntarily. Still gripping her hair, you use it to grind your pussy against her face at an angle, each drag of your hips drawing more strained and needy moans from you.
Barbara uses the hands that were occupying your thighs to pull you down closer on her face as you use it to get yourself off, her lips, tongue and jaw lapping altogether to stimulate you— make you feel as good as you always looked to her. As good as she’s been aching to make you feel. Barbara moans into your pussy resonantly as you rut your hips against her face, throwing your head back in ecstasy.
You angled her face as Barbara continued to nose your clit, obscenely eager to tip you over the edge. She couldn’t help herself as she frees a hand, sliding it up your torso and cupping your breast. She kneads it like she did before. She lets out another moan and you could tell it was for a different reason this time. More deep and drawn out on the count of being able to touch your tits again, of course.
You grind against her more desperately now. “Close.” You warn, whimpering out into the empty room. She works at your pussy even faster. Harder. Her natural resolute coming out in how she was actively determined to please you at this very moment.
Barbara’s eyes flicker open to look up at you, wanting to get a good look at your face and your reactions to her while you come. Her tongue flicked on your clit, her lips enclosing to make out with it from under you simultaneously. You curse and beg, but Barbara can only persist, each of her hands full with each of your tits.
She sucks your clit one more time before you let your orgasm wrack your entire body. Your thighs squeeze Barbara’s head, threatening to crush it involuntarily. Your grip in her hair tightens as you moan wantonly, Barbara still sending you vibrations to your pussy from her mouth. You cry and shake, still rocking yourself against her mouth sloppily.
You have to practically unlatch Barbara from your body, long after you came as she continued to hold you down and lap at your pussy. She whined when you pulled away and settled in the spot next to her. You could barely keep yourself up though as you eventually crash, laying down right beside Barbara.
She turned her head, smiling, baring her teeth at you. Her chest was still heaving and her entire lower face was shiny, slick with the wet from your pussy on her face just moments ago. “Are you alright?” Barbara rasps, smoothing out her messy hair.
“Yes. More than alright.” You assure, still only partially trying to catch your breath.
Barbara hoisted her body up, sliding into her wheelchair from the edge of the bed. You blink slowly and Barbara appears in front of you. You wanted to get up, get dressed, talk to Barbara, maybe kiss her again, but you couldn’t find the energy to. You feel a warm, cloth-like embrace cover your body. You pry your eyes open, almost able to see two of Barbara as you realize she was the one putting the blanket on you. She leans over, shushing you as she presses a gentle kiss to your temple. Your eyelids get heavier by the second as you eventually drift off in Barbara’s bed, under Barbara’s blanket as Barbara slowly rubs your back to sleep
luciopioid kinktober 2025 | kate kane x plus sized, fem(me)!reader > 2,081k words
tags: weight gain, established relationship, sensitive topics regarding body image, plus sized reader, dirty talk, praise kink, lesbian sex, strap-ons, receiving reader, use of “woman” and other feminine terms. strength kink. sorta.
synopsis: After you pose a particularly vulnerable question, your girlfriend takes the time to show you how much she wants you and will continue to want you, no matter what your body looks like.
notes: thank you so much for your patience with this, thank you for reading too! kisses you!
A string of loud footsteps approach the bathroom door, accompanied by a contrasting gentle knock.
“Baby?” You hear your girlfriend say through the door. “We’re gonna be late.” She adds softly.
You hesitate to open the door albeit being fully dressed and presumably ready to leave. Kate’s eyes immediately widen when you’re revealed to her, her eyes darting up and down your frame, followed by a grin. You stand in front of the mirror adjusting the dress that clung to your body, tugging it down, twisting the hems, even pulling it back up. You take a deep breath, irritation crawling through your skin.
“You think we should raincheck?” You ask, impulsively, not meaning it entirely. Kate quirks an eyebrow, a confused look prevalent on her face.
“What for?” She asks, “I thought you were excited for tonight.” Kate adds, knowing that this sudden decision just fell out of the air. She steps closer, her hand finding your hip, “Talk to me.” She whispers.
You turn your body to face hers and she gives you her full attention, her eyes searching your face for a signal as to what's wrong.
You sigh, dropping your shoulders in the process. Kate takes your arm and pulls you as she walks backwards, her knees bending at the foot of the bed. She sits down, looking up at you with worrisome eyes.
“I haven’t been feeling like myself lately.” You sigh. “And I was excited for tonight, but…” You trail off, your eyes finding themselves across the room. Kate presses a kiss to your knuckles to get your attention back to her again, her lipstick leaving a print on your hand.
“Where is this coming from?” She asks with furrowed eyebrows.
You share her gaze, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. For the past couple of weeks, you’ve been struggling with your body image, not being able to feel your spark in the way you usually do.
“My body looks so different now, no?” You mumble, thick with vulnerability. Kate’s mouth opens, her hand still holding yours.
“Different how?” She asks curiously, still searching your face. You sigh again, not meaning to have opened this so soon before your evening plans.
You plop down next to her as you throw your arms up, “It’s– it’s nothing, babe. Really.”
A beat of silence fills the air before Kate shifts towards you, “Hey…” She whispers. “I want to know wh–”
“Are you still attracted to me?” You interject, voice devoid of humor. You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth, but you’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t linger deep in your mind.
Kate looked winded, clearly not having expected you to ask that. She moves even closer to you, grabbing both of your hands. “I am so, so, incredibly attracted to you.” She speaks sincerely. “I know we haven’t had much time together lately, but if at any point I made you feel unwanted or anything…”
Kate places a gentle, soft kiss to your knuckles again. “You’re the most…” She kisses your wrist, “beautiful…” A kiss to your other wrist, “attractive…” She leans in, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder before placing a slower one to the side of your neck, “—sexiest woman I know.” Your eyes flutter at the contact, your body naturally clinging to hers in response.
“There’s not a waking moment I’m not thinking about you,” She whispers, low and sinful in your ear, her hand trickling itself up your thigh under your dress, “or your body…” Kate adds, kissing up your neck again.
You speak solemnly, barely above a whisper, “Show me.”
Kate pulls away from your neck. She holds your face in the palms of her hands as she looks you in the eye, gaze thick with intent and want as she nods for you. She pressed her lips to yours, capturing them in a slow, deliberate kiss. Kate pulls you closer to her before snaking her hands around your back, her fingers working to find the zipper that she helped pull up earlier that night.
“As good as you look in this…” Kate whispers against your mouth, tugging your zipper down steadily, “I need it off. Now.”
She lays you down on the bed, hastily undoing the buttons on her collared shirt as she continues kissing you. Kate peels the dress from your shoulders, tugging it down lower and lower, revealing more of your body to her. And only her. Your hands go to cover yourself, instinctively, Kate tuts in response. “No. Let me see you.” She deadpans, moving your arms out of the way, exposing your bare chest and stomach. Kate discards your dress as she gently tossed it across the room, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You notice the stark difference as she was still fully clothed with the exception of her unbuttoned shirt, her bra and toned torso fully visible.
You feel a jolt to your nerves, suddenly needing her even closer to you. You realize just how long it’s been since you’ve had this with her, had her eyes burning holes into your body— looking at you and just you. Work and differing schedules left you with little time for your lover, the stress that came with it altering your own perception of self as you had little time for even yourself. You and Kate had noticed the uptick in busyness when it came to your relationship. As a result, she planned a long night for yourselves this weekend, just the two of you.
However, at the moment, neither of you seemed to care. It was like you didn’t even remember what you were doing or how you got here. You tug at Kate’s dress pants, your finger hooking her waistline and belt, trying to get her to take the hint.
“You need me, baby?” Kate asks teasingly, pushing your leg up as she settles between them, grinding her hips against you in one fluid motion. You whine as you nod your head in response.
Kate kisses her teeth, “let me hear it.”
“I need you.” You say in one breath.
You can feel her lips curl into a grin against your skin, being able to feel the eagerness in her movements. She undoes the rest of her belt with one hand as her face rests in the crook of your neck. Kate practically yanks your panties off of you as she tugs down her own pants and underwear impatiently. You pull her closer by her hips, feeling something rub against your bare pussy in the process. You look up at her, puzzled with hooded eyes.
Kate laughs airlessly, “Didn’t know where the night would take us.” She says, alluding to her strap-on already being worn around her hips. You gasp at the feeling of the silicone brushing your clit, “I’m not complaining.” You say, eyes fluttering. Needing her.
She grinds against you, voice low and thick by your ear, “can you take me?”
You nod keenly, “Yes. Yes, I’m ready for you.”
Kate kisses your cheek before slowly pulling away, “how about…” she starts, hands sliding down past your hips as she settles into the spot next to you, “—you ride me? She breathes, patting her lap as she kicks off the rest of her pants.
You sit up with her, hesitant to follow her lead just yet. She pouts, her hands moving to your hips in attempts to bring you closer. “Come here.” She urges, her eyes begging you. You swing your leg over the other side of her lap, hovering above it as you hesitate to put all your weight on top of her.
“C’mon, baby.” Kate whines, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. She runs her hands up your sides, palms finding themselves in the dips of your curves.
“I want to feel you.” She whispers, hands traveling back down. “All of you.” She adds, pushing down on your hips.
Kate’s fingers snake between your legs as they rub at your entrance and to your clit, she gasps softly, “I haven’t even touched you yet.” She whispers teasingly. You whimper as your hips go weak, finally settling onto Kate’s lap. She hums in content.
Your hips move against her strap subconsciously. Kate gets a grip of your ass cheek before cooing, “So needy for me, aren’t you?”
She speaks softly against your skin, “I’ve neglected you…” She says to herself. She angles her hips, the tip of her dick teasing at your entrance, ready to take her with ease.
“Don’t move.” Kate grunts, holding your hip with one hand and her strap as she slips it into you with the other. You tried to move down, taking what you wanted from her, but her grip on your hip persisted.
“Please, Kate.” You mutter through your teeth as she slips the rest of herself inside of you, filling you whole.
She hooks an arm around you, restricting any more movements from your hips. “Don’t fucking move.” She repeats herself. You listen, anchoring yourself on her muscled shoulders.
Kate holds your body in place, her hips moving in deliberate motions as she fucks into you, each motion pulling out needy whimpers from you. You curse at the feeling of her dick pulling in and out of you, Kate’s eyes never left your body.
“So gorgeous.” She grunts, hips jerking into you. “You take me so well.” Kate says into your skin. She bites down on your shoulder as she works her strap from under you. You could only curse and moan, intelligible words not finding you at this moment. Kate picks up the speed, watching your face as your eyes sew themselves shut. Your jaw goes slack as she fucks you, every motion permeated in her need for you and her desire to make you feel good.
Kate leans forward slightly, both hands gripping your hips with the shared strength that she used to fuck up into you. “Wanted this as soon as I saw you in that dress.” She confesses; you feel your head get big and suddenly weigh ten more pounds.
She uses the new angle to buck her hips into you ferociously, like she had something to prove. Kate moans softly in pleasure, the friction combined with your visible reaction to her making her match some of your noises too.
Kate’s hips shuddered as you got progressively louder, her own voice beginning to strain too. She repeats your name under her breath, over and over as the grip she had on your hips tightened. “I’m close,” you whine, throwing your head back, “I’m gonna come.” You warn as she continues angling her hips inside of you. She reaches down between you, circling your clit with the padding of her thumb, eager to get you over the edge. Kate leans forward, capturing your lips in a sinful kiss as she works at your clit, swallowing any potential wanton moans and whimpers. As much as she loved hearing you, she loved the contrast in her fervent hips to your slow, tangled lips more.
You bite down on her bottom lip unintentionally, the shock from it making Kate jolt as she bucked herself against you continuously, working you through your orgasm. You didn’t dare move, still letting Kate fuck into you as you moaned breathlessly against her mouth.
With one last thrust, you feel the final bump of your climax wrack your body. You grab and squeeze at anything you could, thighs clenching Kate’s hips and your fingers digging into her skin, probably hard enough for her to see the result tomorrow.
Kate kisses your shoulder slowly as you catch your breath together, her chest heaving against yours. You slide off of Kate’s cock, her hands holding you by your hips for support as you sit next to her. Your head hits the pillow. Kate could have laid you down or you could’ve fallen back on your own. You couldn’t seem to remember.
She could barely keep her hands off of you as she leans to kiss your cheek, your neck— anywhere she could lazily reach. Kate spends the rest of the time kissing you all over your body. From your lips to your jaw, all the way past your chest and to your stomach and your hips. She mumbled your name paired with barely intelligible strings of my baby and so beautiful as the two of you drift off into a deep, sedative state.
