Hairy!Cassie who pushes your head down to lick up her happy trail after work. If it's been an especially hard shift, you can feel how the hair is slightly damp with sweat and salty on your tongue.
Hairy!Cassie who wears a cropped tank top and boxers after showering. She pretends not to notice you staring at the top of her bush peaking out from the low waistband.
Hairy!Cassie who will hold your face against her bush and only let you eat her out if you've properly sniffed her musk and nuzzled your nose against her clit for long enough.
"Be good for daddy and try not to lose your breath, baby."
Cassie coos and forcefully pushes the back of your head so that your nose bumps against her slick, hairy cunt. Its taking everything in you not to dip your tongue between her folds but you promised to be daddy's good little pet.
Hairy!Cassie who wraps an arm around your shoulder, unknowingly letting a bit of her armpit hair show from beneath her rolled up sleeve. She doesn't realize how much of an effect its had on you until you're straddling her in bed later that night, nose and tongue deep in the fold of her arm, desperately holding yourself back from nipping at the sensitive skin.
Hairy!Cassie who asks you to rub her calves after she's been on her feet all day. Your hands wander up the rough hair of her legs until, before you know it, they're at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, reaching their way under her boxers and finding her already dripping core.
A/N: Nobody get mad at me, I was possessed by the hairy Cassie demon and briefly got into some freaky shit.
femmepussy (cait) + butchcock (vi) = deflowering you
tw; sorority!caitlyn & fratbro!vi bc i succumbed to lust, virgin!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyeating, pussyfucking, praise, mild agegap (senior!caitvi x freshman!reader). wc; 2.2k
they’re no strangers to bringing girls home. they’ve refined it to an art. or at least, caitlyn has. vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.
it still works, of course. of course it does. who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—it’s anybody’s wet dream.
tonight, it’s your turn. if the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs, we’re anything to go by—and the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. the frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).
caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your legs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.
"shit. you're just a lil' baby, huh?" vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. her big hands swallow the span of your thighs, and she grins, lazy, at the sight.
"vi. don't be crass," caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. she honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents, upon the bed. "you'll scare the poor girl."
"oh, c'mon, cait." vi grins, "i know the thought of defiling a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."
this is all moving so fucking fast, you almost feel dizzy. can't breathe, because—well—holy fucking shit. as if your ramping discomfort is sensed, a calloused hand rests on your shoulder, and the tension melts away.
"you can't get better than us," vi soothes, in her smug, infinite wisdom. "just relax, sweetheart. we'll take good care of you." her hands are already snaking under, before a little tutting noise halts her movements. vi's head snaps up, like a puppy to a clicker, the beginnings of a despairing frown marring her pretty features. caitlyn’s smirk is gloating.
"take an off-side, darling. i found this one, first."
vi's jaw drops, shooting upwards in incredulity. "what? but—"
caitlyn shoots her girlfriend a sharp warning glare that sends a jolt of lighting straight to your cunt, and vi wilts like a curling petal, sulking all the way to the couch on the opposite-end to the bed. she collapses, legs swinging wide in the most egregiously delectable manspread of all time. the position shows off the most insane boner you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. the tent spears upwards like a fucking skyscraper, towering up at the crotch of vi's jeans as it's if attempting to burst free from its restraints.
then, vi's fly comes loose, and the veined girth of her cock slaps out in all its glory, bouncing against her toned abdomen and smearing a trail of slick behind. thick, hot-pink hairs crawl upwards from its base to just under her belly button. the aftermath of pre-cum glosses over locks, glistening under the dim lights.
oh, god. this is better than porn.
"see that? that's all for you." caitlyn purrs, and the red flushes to the tips of your ears, blood roaring. you don't even realise you've let out a whine, thighs shifting subconsciously, when vi grunts out a low, "fuck," and palms her dick.
caitlyn's tongue wraps around the swollen nub of your clit, and all of a sudden, you know exactly why people say caitlyn's tongue is like silver. she works, languidly, at first. heat licks up your thighs, and out of the blurry corners of your vision, you can see vi's hand wrap around her cock. caitlyn laves up the nooks and crannies of your folds in little flicks, gaze gossamer as the ferocity of her eyes pin you down.
plush lips barely graze your cunt, and humiliatingly, a garbled moan wrenches from your throat, body snapping taut with the force of an elastic band, caitlyn freezes, and you're made intimately aware of just how wet you are, and you've done nothing but squirm a little as they simply take their positions.
"don't be embarrassed, lovely," cailyn laughs, when your thighs quiver like they're about to squeeze shut—keeping you spread open, with the press of a palm, nails grazing up your abdomen. "it's flattering."
what caitlyn finds, in the first fifteen seconds of eating you out, is that you are extremely fucking sensitive. by the nth jerk of the knee, and those delicious, strangled whimpers that stream out of your pretty panting mouth; she has to ask.
"is this your first time?”
"why?" your hands are fisted into the sheets, knuckles bled white. "is it bad? am i bein’ bad?”
oh, caitlyn's always been a sucker for the whimpering type.
“no, darling,” she coos, nosing up the wet headiness of your pussy, pupils edging out the sharp, cerulean blue of her irises because, oh, she can’t let you realise just how wet you’ve just made her. a virgin. she can feel her already-damp panties, become renewed with a gush of slick as she slides her hands up your thighs, groin subtly grinding through her clothes and against the edge of the mattress because—fuck.
"fuck, i'm so hard," vi whines, a little desperate as she makes the widest puppy-eyes from the sofa, cock drooping in her hand as it pumps out an insane amount of pre like it's nobody's business. her knee has been jostling up and down like it's about to jackhammer a hole in the carpet. she's teetering on the precipice of simply exploding all over the two of you, eyes glazed over as her teeth grit in the effort to restrain herself. because if she cums; caitlyn won't let her fuck you, and call it the alcohol, her dick, or pure, dumb horniness; but there is literally nothing she wants more on this earth, right now—than to bury her cock inside of you and fuck you to oblivion.
caitlyn, however, is playing your pretty virgin pussy like a fiddle. you thrash, back, on the sheets, slew of broken moans torn from your lips. she’s drunk on lust. god, the way you tremble under her, bundle of nerves reacting to each and every one of her barest licks with the harshest gasps or clamp of your thighs. you’d have her wrapped in a headlock, by now, if it weren’t for the force in which she’s a splayed you open—right for vi’s prying eyes, as the older girl furiously fists her cock, frustration burning in her gut at being forced to only look, but barred to touch.
"cupcake," vi pleads, as both you and caitlyn's gazes turn on her. yours, baleful and uncomprehending, hips canting uselessly to chase after caitlyn's retreating mouth. she hushes your whimper (but coos all the same).
"i'm dyin', here," vi moans, and with the flushed tint of her cheeks and sweat glistening in the creased furrows of her brow; hand quivering around her dick—she almost looks like she is. caitlyn laughs, and your pussy throbs when hot breath gusts against your clit.
caitlyn sighs, exaggerated. the both of you can see the smug glint to her eyes, at the way she's worked both her babies, up. (and what a slip of the mind, that is? not an hour in the bedroom, and she's already calling you her baby. their baby.) she lifts up from between your legs, with one last kiss planted directly onto the deliciously glossy wetness of your swollen clit (yes, you shake), before coaxing vi forwards.
vi lunges forwards, like a starved lion thrown it's first scrap of meat, and suddenly the silken fingers dragging up your thighs and the soft lips kissing teasingly along your folds—is replaced by a desperate, fervid nuzzling and slobbering, as vi mouths desperately up your legs.
"i gotta—" she mumbles into your cunt, hands spreading you so wide they almost hurt. "i need—baby—please. i gotta be in you. i gotta— y'pussy smells so good. looks so pretty an' wet an'—" her growls are practically gibberish. caitlyn snorts. she, too, is partial to seeing vi a drooling mess.
you don't have much mental space, to do more than nod, heart thudding out of your chest. distantly, you hear a groaned "fuck, yes!" from underneath you, though any further processing that (surprisingly adorable) comment—is wrenched away by the vi is clambering on top to mount you, flat of her dick sliding along your folds. you both gasp, your chest lurching upwards—before caitlyn's manicured hand pushes you right back down.
"relax," she coos, as vi's weight sinks on top of your thighs, "it'll be easier, that way." vi is practically trembling in an attempt not to just ram herself into you. her head brushes against your core, and it feels like water. vi moans, almost buckling in anticipation. "can i please—"
you think maybe caitlyn nods her head, or gives some other indication of affirmation; because you can't see anything but spinning stars in your vision the second vi pushes, into you.
you're forced to turn your head, biting into the sheets to stifle what you're sure would be screams—until caitlyn gently takes your head, and shifts it to bury between her thighs. the heat from caitlyn’s core is distracting and tempting and has you drooling, though completely useless to do anything but pant and moan and mewl, helplessly into it, as vi‘s cock plows into you with a fullness you’ve never felt before.
“careful with her, baby.”
“i’m trying,” vi huffs through gritted teeth, her own eyes burning because her head is whirling with entirely unhelpful thoughts, like, holy shit, is she the first one to use your tight little hole like this? and oh, fuck, am i good? am i hurting her? this is her first time. shit. and then, just oh, fuck.
you unravel, midway around the girth of vi's cock. you spam, upwards, mangled croon resonating up and into caitlyn’s cunt, hips bucking up and unintentionally slamming vi hilt-deep, and like a seismic chain-reaction; both of them cry out at once. vi, at the sensation of being completely sucked into the tight, wonderful clench of your pussy, submerged completely in the all-encompassing heat as your orgasm shatters your body and mind into what feels like a million little peaces. caitlyn, can't not cum, with the taste of you still glazing her tongue and the way you cry out, into the sloppy slick of her folds and reverberating to her core. it's not just that, though. it's the way you babble, squirming uselessly as your eyes roll into your head and your lashes flutter like the prettiest thing, mouth lolling open around caitlyn's creaming cunt.
it takes, a moment, for the three of you to recover. vi is slumped into your chest, cock still twitching as her head kisses your burning insides. caitlyn's legs have fallen limp. it's only when they start to move, vi shakily, reluctantly, sliding out from your cunt—and caitlyn's thighs, loosening from your shoulders—that you protest.
"wait," you rasp, eyes all glossy as you peer up at them through teary lashes, and fuck, for a moment they think; jesus christ. you might just be the most precious thing in the world. "i— i wanna try." you declare, pushing up weakly on your elbows.
"you want to try?"
"wanna make you feel good," you slur, into her thighs, and unbidden, caitlyn feels a whole new gush of heat rush through and slick your pink-dusted cheeks in an entirely new type of sheen.
"..i always did like the ones with a little initiative."
and when you burrow yourself into caitlyn’s cunt, trying to mimic the motions she’d done before to get you feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine; her fingers card through your hair, and vi rocks her hips, still into you, catching her breath as she nuzzles into your collar.
“..feel so good, baby. doin’ so well.” she pants, thumb running up the curves of your body, eyes lifting to fix caitlyn with starry eyes and caitlyn can’t help but swallow, her fingers quivering as you swirl your tongue like a good little pupil and she arches her head back, satisfied “ah,” shuddering though her. and they realise, then, that they’re kind of fucking besotted.
“can we keep her?” vi murmurs, and you’re so deep in caitlyn’s pussy that you almost miss it. caitlyn’s lips curl upwards, head in a daze, as her grip tightens in your hair—loathe to let you go.
cw: sub-bottom vi. pervy fem-reader. masturbation. voyeurism? strap-on referred to as cock. 1.2k words.
18+ minors dni.
synopsis: you eavesdrop on vi getting fucked.
you assumed vi would be the one doing the fucking. obviously. with those smoldering blue eyes, bad girl persona, inked skin, sharp-tongued sarcasm. vi is the archetype of someone who gives, never submits. so you’re surprised when you get home at half past two in the morning, dead on your feet from a late shift, shoes sticky with beer, only to blearily register the rhythmic creak of vi’s bed frame.
frustration flickers first—so much for a good night’s sleep—but beneath it, curiosity stirs. vi never has girls over when you’re home, some unspoken rule of privacy. did she forget what time you were getting off work? is she so desperate for release that she’s willing to gamble on your absence?
that’s when you hear it. soft at first, but unmistakable. vi, whining. it’s not sultry, nor controlled—she’s breathless, whimpering like a bitch, blubbering about how much her pussy is being stretched.
”unghh! t-too big, holy fuck—it’s too big!”
your stomach tightens, heat coiling low in your belly. you shouldn’t be listening to this. you should walk away, crawl into bed, do anything else, exhibit at least a modicum of respect for your roommate. but your traitorous feet move on their own, carrying you closer to vi’s bedroom door, slow and weightless, like you’re drifting through a dream. it’s plausible that you’re just disoriented and hazy from exhaustion, or maybe it’s something else entirely. maybe it’s the thought of vi getting her cunt fucked open in the next room over.
”please—fuck, please—slow down, i can’t—!”
vi, begging? you almost don’t believe it. she’s ordinarily so self-assured, so bossy—giving orders, not taking them, and certainly not asking.
there’s a muffled response, low and firm, authoritative in a way that makes you lean in despite yourself. whatever’s said only causes vi to unravel further—sets her off into thin, lambish whines, so high and needy that they claw at you. to put it bluntly, she sounds whorish, utterly vulnerable, and it’s unlike any noise you’ve ever heard from vi before. with a hint of guilt, you realize there’s a sharp pulse of heat ringing through your clit, molten-hot desire buzzing underneath your skin.
”i’m gonna—gonna cum again, unghhh! shit, shit, shit! baby, please—“
belatedly, you notice just how loud vi’s being, and it poses the question; is this why vi never brings girls home when you’re around? maybe it was never about curtesy, but instead, so you wouldn’t hear the way they fuck her until she cries? how she squeals like a pig every time their cock bottoms out against her cervix? how she breaks under the right touch?
then; a sharp slap cuts through the air and vi yelps. you picture her hookup smacking their hand against her pert ass, and the thought alone fans the flames of your imagination instantaneously. is vi on her hands and knees, getting fucked like a dog, while her fat, round ass ripples from how brutally she’s being used? perhaps red handprints are mapped across her ass cheeks? is she going cross-eyed, properly slack-jawed and brainless from how well her pussy is being filled?
the bed frame slams against the wall, hard enough to rattle a picture frame in the hallway, and you nearly moan aloud at the thought of vi being pounded into the mattress—without an ounce of mercy, naturally. the imagery of it all is so vivid, so obscene, that it bypasses rational thought altogether. against all decent intention, your hand is already slipping past the waistband of your pants.
fuck, you need this. it’ll be fine. vi won’t know. she won’t know a thing.
your body betrays you, because your pussy is already immensely slick where your index finger dips inside, receptive in a way that causes you to gasp quietly. you feel shame burn in your chest, but it’s promptly drowned out when vi keens again.
“hnnggfff—fuck, fuuuuck! ahh, ahh, ahh!”
her cries are magnetic, like a siren’s call, drawing you closer, until you have your ear pressed against her door like the degenerate you are. everything is clearer now—the sharp hitch of vi’s breath; the wet, slurping schlick her cunt makes as it sucks greedily on cock; the relentless percussion, plap, plap, plap of vi’s ass colliding against their skin. it has your cunt leaking like a cracked sieve into the damp ruin of your underwear.
and, god—her ass.
you’ve seen vi’s ass perky and constrained in her skintight jeans, seen it half-hidden and jiggling indecently against the cotton fabric of her workout short-shorts, but you’ve never witnessed it bare. it would be unequivocally pornographic, you imagine; the fatty tissue of her bubble butt rippling as her cunt is fucked open again and again. you ache to take a peak, just once and you’ll (maybe) be satiated.
with your head tilted close to the door, you catch the unmistakable sound of wet, deliberate kisses being pressed into vi’s neck—sucking an array of burgundy, half-moon marks onto her pale skin, you predict. a sick and unbearable part of you glowers at the prospect of vi being covered in someone else’s claim, but your your pussy only gets wetter when she whines at the attention—high, nasally protests that suggest her neck is more sensitive than she lets on.
abruptly, vi squeals like she’s been scorned, all pitchy and girlish, ”ahhh, you’re so—deep! deep in my fucking stomach—hnnghhh!”
every muffled plea she makes burrows deep under your skin like a thorn, and your tender clit thrums with a solemn, insistent throb. your pussy is indubitably crying out for vi! and you try to satiate the ache by rubbing your fingers quicker against your clit, harder, when you start to wonder if this isn’t merely lust, but the perilous realization that you’re enamored with your roommate.
oh god. how will you ever be able to look at vi the same after this? after you know how raspy her whines become while she has her pussy played with? after you’ve heard the way she gasps like a balloon losing air—staccato and squeaky—while her tiny hole is stuffed to the brim? every sound she makes stabs right into your core and you feel fuckdrunk, delirious, high off their sex, despite being an unbidden listener.
then, albeit quickly, vi orgasms again—
“i’m—i’m cumming! ohhh, ohhhh, fuck! mmmghhh!”
it’s as if you’re tethered to her, a switch flipping inside you, because you follow in suit—coming in harsh, overwhelming waves. you’re gasping, squirming, flailing like a fish in shallow water, feebly attempting to muffle your noises behind your palm, with your other hand cradling your pussy. somewhere in the haze, you register the damp heat between your thighs, how egregiously soaked your underwear is.
once your orgasm subsides, clarity sets in; how could you do such a thing?—standing with your ear pressed against vi’s door, fingers sticky and pruned, realizing you just got off to the sound of your roommate being fucked. shame and exhilaration twists in your chest like a pretzel.
but even then, vi’s moans linger in your mind like a ghost. shame prickles at the edges of your pleasure, accompanied by something darker—an insidious pull that makes your fingers twitch with the urge to do it again.
synopsis: “Paige loved the aftermath of when someone tried to hit on her. Azzi would come in to save her, cause a little scene just out of spite and then, lastly, the brunette would drag her home to fuck her till she couldn't think straight.”
includes: sub paige (hot), dom azzi, mean azzi, paige is like a puppy who follows azzi around, public make out & hickeys, Azzi calling her strap her dick & cock, dirty talk, & slight mommy kink.
wc: 3.8k
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Azzi had never been possessive over her partners before, well that was until she and Paige started dating three years ago. There was something different about Paige, something that the brunette couldn't put her finger on.
The thought of someone trying to take what was hers irked Azzi to the point where she would become nauseous with anger.
She wasn't worried about other women being better than her, or about how other girls trying to steal her women away from her. (They couldn't no matter how hard they truly tried.)
Azzi knew her worth and the power she had over Paige. The blonde kissed the ground she walked on. And made sure that she knew how thankful she was about having a girl like Azzi in her life.
After just a month of them dating Paige started catching onto Azzi’s possessiveness towards her and when she finally did, she didn't even try to stop it.
She didn’t want Azzi to stop being possessive over her. She fucking loved being claimed by the girl. It was the best thing ever in her opinion well, besides sex.
Paige loved the outcome of someone who tried to hit on her. Azzi would come in to save her then cause a little scene to make sure that person knew who she belonged to. Lastly, she would drag Paige home to fuck her till she couldn’t think straight.
Azzi stood in the corner of the club. The coldness of the wall behind her sent shivers down her spine from how her dress was backless. She was deeply starting to regret wearing that dress because now it has gotten way colder than it was earlier.
She crossed her arms over her chest. Azzi stared out into the crowd looking for her girlfriend. Paige had left her a few minutes ago to get refills of their drinks.
But there was this feeling in her gut that she couldn't ignore and then that's when she saw it. A girl who she did not know was basically throwing herself onto Paige.
Oh, this little bitch, Azzi thought. Her gaze on them hardened watching as Paige tried everything in her power to get away from the girl. Azzi tried to control her breathing as she started to walk over to where they were standing.
Azzi swerved through bodies. Not once did she take her eyes off of her girlfriend. When she finally made it to Paige’s side, she wrapped her arm around her girl's waist tugging Paige closer to her.
Azzi smiled out of satisfaction when she physically felt the blonde relax into her touch. She’s mine, Azzi thought to herself. She repeated it over and over in her mind as if she was using it to remind herself to keep her cool.
“Thank god you’re here ma,” Paige whispered into her ear. The blonde bent down a little to kiss the side of Azzi’s neck before she pulled away.
The kiss was also a silent reminder. It was something that she and Azzi started to do out of security and acknowledgment.
The brunette hardened her gaze at the girl in front of her. The girl’s hair was a light blonde color like Paige’s, but the only difference was that it was longer. She was in a neon pink mini dress that hugged her body alone with white strappy heels.
Azzi gripped onto Paige’s waist harder as if the girl was going to take Paige away from her. (She wouldn't even be able to even if she even tried.)
The girl met Azzi’s gaze giving the brunette the same dirty look Azzi had been giving her. “I’m Sky,” she said with the fakest smile ever. She offered her hand out to Azzi. But the brunette didn't take it; she just stared at the girl’s hand blankly.
“Azzi,” she replied, keeping it short and simple. She didn’t offer to smile at the girl, she just sized her up. Azzi desperately tried to hold back the words that were in her throat. But the more she kept looking at Sky the more she started to lose her patience.
Sky’s face shriveled up at Azzi’s behavior. She turned her attention back to Paige who was just standing there awkwardly not really knowing what to do.
“So anyways, Paige, what were we talking about before this girl interrupted us.” Her voice was filled with saltiness. This was probably the first time Azzi has ever wanted to slap someone. Well, maybe not the first time but still.
Paige’s eyes widened from being put on the spot like that. Fuck what were we talking about? She thought to herself.
Her head was so fuzzy from the warm vanilla scent that was coming from Azzi, she wouldn't even wrap her head around the exhausting conversation she just had with the girl.
“Umm,” she said under her breath. Paige looked at her girlfriend beside her out of panic. The blonde gave her a help signal with her eyes.
The brunette nodded her head at Paige, “Actually, we need to get going,” Azzi said. She moved her hand off of Paige’s waist, so she could grab onto the blonde hand to interlock it with her own.
Azzi didn’t even bat an eye at Sky; she just walked over to an unoccupied lounge area and helped Paige onto the black leather seat.
“She was being so annoying. I couldn't even get you your drink ma,” Paige complained. She wrapped her hands around Azzi’s waist.
The brunette wiggled around a bit to make herself comfortable in her girlfriend's lap. Her eyes trailed down to the deep curve of Azzi’s spine that was on display for everyone to see. “Fuck, I love this dress on you,” she mumbled.
Azzi laughed. She wrapped one of her hands around Paige’s neck, “I know she was pissing me off. But it's okay honey. And yeah? You like it? I wore it just for you,” she teased with a playful wink and grin.
“God yes,” Paige rasped out, staring deep into Azzi’s eyes. The brunette's eyes looked like nothing but trouble.
She licked her lips, staring at the lip combo that decorated the brunette’s plumped lips. The lip liner was a dark espresso brown topped with a clear gloss. Which all together made her lips look delicious.
“So are you going to kiss me or keep looking at me like that,” Azzi said, breaking the silence that fell between them.
Paige rolled her eyes, “so bossy,” she mumbled before she leaned in interlocking her lips with Azzi’s. Her nails dug into Azzi’s soft tan skin while the kiss deepened. Paige groaned at how Azzi clawed into her hair, tugging at it just the way she loved.
Sometimes Paige hated how Azzi knew every little kink and turn she had. She hated how Azzi used those to her advantage like she is now.
The blonde had to force herself away from Azzi’s lips. Her lungs were frightening for their life from the lack of air. Paige rested her forehead against Azzi’s as she caught her breath.
Azzi leaned into the touch for a second, before she moved her head to the side of the blonde’s neck, digging her teeth into Paige’s skin. The brunette’s jaw had flexed from the way she was sucking so harshly onto the older girl’s skin.
Paige hissed and clenched her jaw hard. “Shit mama, you know what biting does to me,” she groaned. Despite her complaining, she tilted her head further to the side allowing Azzi to have more room to work with.
Azzi hummed into her neck, releasing the now red and purplish skin to suck at a different spot and do the same. Paige shifted a little in her seat trying to get more comfortable. She was desperately trying to ignore the way her soaked boxers were clinging onto inner thighs.
Paige tugged Azzi closer to her, licking off the left-over lip gloss that remained on her swollen lips. The brunette marked what was hers with no care in the world about who saw them. When Azzi had pulled back finally there were more three marks on Paige’s neck.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful marked up,” azzi groaned admiring her work.
The blonde smirked, "I love when you claim me,” she grinned.
Azzi suddenly sat up straighter when something caught her eye. It was Sky walking over to them swaying her hips while she smirked at Azzi evilly. The brunette’s gaze darkened. She didn’t even try to hide the disgusted look that was on her face again for the second time tonight.
Can she just leave us alone?, Azzi thought to herself and rolled her eyes. A grin stretched across her face when an idea popped in her head. Azzi tugged Paige closer to her by her arm that was still wrapped around the blonde’s neck, interlocking their lips.
Paige hummed against her mouth as she fell into the kiss. She deepened it by holding the side of Azzi’s face with one hand as they both fought for dominance.
Paige was almost shocked at how fast Azzi had given up on fighting; usually it would've taken her some work for her to win. (Not that she was complaining though.)
Azzi instantly opened her mouth allowing Paige to fully shove her tongue in. The brunette moved to where now both of her legs were dangling on each side of the chair.
She wrapped her other arm around the blonde’s shoulders. Azzi moaned into the Paige’s mouth from how the older girl had moved one of her hands into her lap, so that no one could get a glance of her underwear.
The brunette grinded her hips down a little, completely lost into the kiss and forgetting where she was at the moment. Paige pulled away at the movement and laughed when Azzi pouted from her moving.
“Not here baby girl,” Paige said, her attention was soon caught by sky. Who had her arms crossed over her chest and stood beside them like a creep.
“Can I help you?” Azzi asked with an eyebrow raise. There was a bitter taste in her voice. This bitch is so weird, she thought. Who watches someone make out with their partner?
“I just wanted to talk to Paige,” Sky said looking over at the blonde while she bit her lip.
She had hope in her eyes as if she thought Paige was going to ditch Azzi for her. The brunette wanted to crush those dreams so badly it wasn't even funny anymore.
Azzi’s face hardened, “we are busy as you can see so stop being weird and move along,” she snapped. Azzi held back everything in her to keep her voice down but god, it was getting hard after each second.
Paige stared at Azzi in awe. She then moved her head to press a kiss onto Azzi’s neck.
Sky moved her gaze back to Paige, “Do you wanna talk to me Paigey?” she asked. Her voice was filled with hope. The brunette snickered, the audacity, she thought.
Paige’s face scrunched in disgust, “no I don’t. Can you leave please? you're actually starting to creep me out.” She said, wrapping her arms tighter around Azzi’s hips.
“You heard that? Now leave,” Azzi told her. Both of the girls watched as Sky rolled her eyes and finally walked away from them into the crowd.
“Do you wanna leave honey? I really wanna go home and have some alone time with you,” she added, giving the blonde a look that was full of lust.
The blonde nodded her head instantly. “Fuck yes. I need you so bad,” she confessed, fixing Azzi’s skirt so that she wouldn’t flash anyone when she got up from her lap.
The brunette laughed a little at the action. Once Paige was done, she moved off of her lap fixing her dress a little more. Azzi grabbed Paige’s hand as soon as the older girl got up from her seat.
Azzi walked quickly to Paige’s jeep. The blonde was right behind her with her hands on Azzi’s waist. “Fuck, why did you park so far,” the brunette groaned underneath her breath.
“I’m sorry ma, I didn't know the night was gonna end like this,” Paige apologized, opening the passenger door for Azzi to help the girl into the car. A small grin stretched across her face as she smacked the brunette’s ass playfully.
“Paige,” Azzi groaned out. She cocked her head over her shoulder so that she could give Paige a look.
The older girl held her hands up in surrender, “It’s not my fault. It was all up in my face,” she argued, smiling when Azzi had let out another groan in annoyance.
“Get your ass in the car so we can go home.”
Paige’s heart fell to her stomach at Azzi’s words. “Yes ma’am,” she said. Paige quickly shut the door and made her way over to the driver's side.
The blonde speeded the whole way home. Which made them get there five minutes earlier. When she put the car in park in the driveway she shut it off fast. Paige trailed right behind Azzi to the front door, wrapping her hands on the brunette’s waist.
The older girl bit her lip, moving one of her palms to squeeze the fat of Azzi’s ass. It’s so big, Paige thought. She pouted when she had to let go of the girl’s ass from making it to their bedroom. Paige instantly stripped from her clothes, not wasting any time.
Her gaze was locked on the way Azzi shimmied out of her dress putting on a full show for her. Once Azzi was left in nothing she turned a little to grab Paige’s hand. “Can't wait to have you on my strap,” she said, walking them over to their bed.
“Then what’s the wait? I mean we are already home.”
That sentence is how Paige ended up on her back with her legs held up in the air. Azzi fucked her with her strap, gripping onto Paige’s thighs with a slippery grip. The blonde tightened her core. Her hands went up above her head to grip the pillow just to have something to hold onto.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful all laid out for me baby girl,” Azzi said breathlessly.
Azzi leaned her body downward digging her hips forward to fuck into Paige harder while she interlocked their lips. The blonde whimpered into her mouth. Azzi didn’t even have to ask for entrance. Paige just gave it to her by opening her mouth slightly.
Azzi shoved her tongue into Paige’s mouth exploring every inch of the girl’s mouth. She pulled away to leave kisses from the base of Paige’s neck to behind her ear. “Fuck, swear I feel you in my stomach,” the blonde whimpered.
Paige’s abs clenched. Her knees locked and her walls clenched tighter around the strap. Paige’s eyes were half lidded and her lips were slightly parted.
Azzi loved when Paige got like this; dazed completely in another world while words just fell from her mouth. More than half the time, paige couldn't even comprehend what she was saying.
But this time Paige knew exactly what she was doing to her girlfriend. She knew how feral her words made Azzi.
“You like that sweetie?,” Azzi purred, getting lost in how the base of the strap was rubbing against her clit. It was just enough friction to make her head fuzzy and to cause a knot to form in her stomach.
Paige bit her lip, “mhm, feels so good. I needed this so badly,” she explained, bucking her hips up to meet the brunette’s pace. She rocked her hips onto the strap, meeting Azzi’s thrust in the middle.
Azzi smirked at the sight, “yeah? You needed me that badly? I love how desperate you can get for me,” she whispered into Paige’s ear, moaning softly into it before she pulled away. Azzi left open mouth kisses from Paige’s ear all the way down to the base of her neck.
She licked over the marks she had left earlier on Paige’s skin. “Mine,” Azzi whispered underneath her breath.
The older girl whimpered at Azzi, “yours,” she agreed. Paige pushed her head up a little trying to chase after the brunette's lips. She groaned into Azzi’s mouth making the heated kiss last as long as she could.
Azzi pulled back with a smirk on her face. Her eyes hung low and sweat covered her temples and her hairline. The brunette's eyes lit up in mischief when an idea formed in her head.
The brunette didn’t even give Paige a heads up. Azzi just took the strap out of Paige and flipped their position. Now, she was laying on her back with Paige straddling her hips and hovering over the strap.
“Ride me baby girl,” Azzi commanded. She gripped onto Paige’s waist helping the girl while lowering her down back onto her dick with ease.
Paige moaned. She moved her hands back to hold onto Azzi’s knees while she rocked her hips. Her inner walls clenched hard around Azzi’s dick.
“Damn babe you’re so tight around my cock,” Azzi groaned out, moving her hands up to palm at Paige’s perky nipples.
“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” Paige cried. She threw her head back at the feeling of Azzi’s dick stretching her wide open. Her mouth fell open when she felt something cold latch onto her nipples.
The brunette sucked on her breast not letting go until they were sensitive. Azzi pulled away to toy with Paige's nipples, “Come on baby girl go faster,” Azzi rasped out slamming her hips to slam the strap into Paige.
Paige nodded her head picking up her speed just like the brunette asked her to. Her walls clenched harder around the strap with every thrust. Paige’s body started to become damp in sweat as she rode Azzi.
The brunette gaze darkened when she had seen the way Paige was biting her bottom lip, to keep in her beautiful noises. “Oh no sweetie don’t do that,” she said, bringing her thumb up to release the blonde’s bottom lip from her teeth.
“Shit-, hmm,” Paige cursed. Her voice was shaky and breathless. Her chest rose up and down and stuttered a little when she was becoming close to her release. Paige’s legs were soaked at this point from her sweat and also from Azzi’s as well.
She stopped moving her hips for a second. The pain that was coming from them started to become too much for her to handle. “Azzi, I don’t know if I can keep going, I’m getting tired from holding myself up,” Paige explained. She breathed hard through her nose trying to catch her breath.
“Let me help you sweetie,” Azzi told her. She moved both of her palms down to the blonde’s hips holding them while she eased Paige up and off of her strap. Azzi grinned at the way the girl had whined from the loss of the silicon but she was soon silenced when Azzi had slammed her back down.
“Oh fuck-,” Paige cried. The arch in her back deepened. Uncontrolled tears fell from her eyes and her bottom lip was in between her teeth.
Paige’s face scrunched up. Her jaw was clamped together hard from trying to hold in her release. The knot that was forming in her stomach was starting to become too much for her to handle. She grabbed at Azzi’s arms, squeezing it twice to signal that she wasn't going to last much longer.
“Cum for me sweetie,” Azzi said. She ran her hands up and down Paige’s back out of comfort.
“Fuck-, fuck,’’ Paige repeated. She soaked Azzi’s strap with her release, clamping around it from overstimulation. The blonde leaned forward to rest her head onto Azzi’s bare chest. She listened to the brunette’s heart beat while she came down from her orgasm.
Azzi stilled her body. She wrapped her arms tighter around Paige’s middle. Azzi whispered sweet nothings into Paige’s ear, tucking the hair that was covering the blonde’s face behind her ear. “It’s okay honey, I got you.”
Paige hissed when the younger girl eased the strap out of her. She groaned when she had to move a little in Azzi’s lap for the girl to take off of her strap. Once Azzi was done she moved Paige closer to her to snuggle with her.
It wasn't until a few minutes later when Paige finally realized, Azzi hadn't cummed yet. She shot up from the brunette’s chest, feeling all of her tiredness go away. “Wait-, babe.” Paige said, shaking a half asleep Azzi.
“What’s wrong honey?,” Azzi asked. She ran the tips of her fingers up and down Paige’s back thinking that her girlfriend couldn’t sleep.
“You didn’t cum.”
Azzi laughed a little. “It’s okay, don't stress. You’re tired and you can get me right tomorrow.” She said, with a small smile on her face.
Paige shook her head. “No Azzi, you deserve to cum too,” she said. Paige moved the covers off of their bodies. She settled herself right in between Azzi’s thighs. The brunette’s legs were bent over her shoulders.
The older girl looked up at Azzi as she licked her lips. “I wanna taste you. Can I? Please mommy," Paige whined. She rolled her bottom lip out a little. The blonde looked up at Azzi through her lashes giving the girl a pleading look.
“Since you asked so nicely, yes you can.” Azzi said, rubbing the side of Paige’s face with her thumb. She moved her fingers down to the hard and structured line of the blonde’s jaw. Azzi rested her fingers there so she could feel the way Paige's jaw moved while she consumed her.
Paige smiled at Azzi’s words. She leaned forward a bit, running the tip of her tongue through Azzi’s folds. That were damped from Azzi’s slick.
Paige moaned into Azzi’s cunt at the taste of the girl on her tongue. She dug her nails into the brunette’s thighs, leaving small nail marks that would be there in the morning.
Azzi’s mouth fell open a little. She bit the inside of her cheek, and ran her fingers over the blonde’s jawbone. “Do you like the way I taste?,” she teased. Azzi let out a small giggle at how Paige nodded into her cunt from not wanting to take her mouth off of it just to talk.
She relaxed further into the bed trying to get more comfortable. During times like these she never knew how long Paige would eat her out for. From the look Paige had in her eyes before she closed them, the brunette already predicted that she would not be sleeping until Paige was satisfied.
notes: I’m sorry I didn’t make this longer like I said I would. Also I couldn’t figure out how to post it in my community. I felt like a grandma. 💀 sorry about the ending :// thank you for reading!
&. CINNAMON GIRL 【 hold me, love me, touch me, honey 】
sypnosis: doing the “how well i know my gf” trend with paige
pairing: dallas wings!paige x dallas wings!gf!reader
w.c: 0.8k
contains: tooth rotting fluff | slight use of y/n
kk here: last post before my exams 😔 ( request by anon )
“Babyyyy,” Paige yelled your name, barging into your room. The two of you live together, and you knew that her tone means she’s up to no good.
You were lying on your bed on your stomach, helping your younger friend on her history project. Paige climbed on top of you, caging you in with her limbs as she shoved her iPad into your face.
“Look at this! We have to do it.”
You watched the TikTok with doubt. “I do not feel like getting my face in a bowl of ice water today.”
“Okay fine, you ask the questions, okay?”
You thought for a moment.
“Okay, fine. But I’m not getting my head dunked.”
Paige kissed your neck. “Pinky promise!”
You got changed into something more presentable- your Uconn huskies hoodie and Paige’s basketball shorts. You had your own, but hers felt more comfortable.
You padded downstairs to the kitchen, where Paige was already filling up a bowl of water with ice. You set up her phone against the counter, making sure the angle was right.
She placed the bowl in front of the camera, you on the right. Paige started the recording.
“Alright guys, so today we’re gonna see how well I know y/n, she’s gonna ask me some questions and if I get them wrong, she’ll be dunking my head into this bowl of fresh ice water.”
“We’ve got towels ready n shi. And honestly? I don’t think she’ll get any of these right so, let’s get right into it.” You smirked. “Kinda scared she’ll get hypothermia after this.”
You put your hand on the back of her head, preparing yourself.
“Okay, who is my favourite rapper?”
“Uh- Central Cee!”
“Okay, favourite song?”
“Doja Cat.”
“Why is she lowkey good at this?” You made a face.
“What’s my shoe size?”
“Seven and a half?”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“I’m the best girlfriend ever guys, thee questions in and I’m still dry bitches.”
You rolled your eyes. “Alright. What number did I wear in middle school volleyball?”
“Five! My number!” Paige smirked. “Obviously I would know this one, it’s my favourite thing ever.”
“Thought I would get you with that.” You muttered. “Who’s my top three favourite NBA players?”
“Steph Curry, Carter Bryant and LeBron?”
You pushed her head into the bowl, a evil grin spreading across your face
“Wrong!!! My third favourite isn’t LeBron, it’s Wemby. How do you not know that?” You shook your head, faking being disappointed. “Okay, now who’s my favourite WNBA player?”
“Obviously it’s me.” Paige said, putting down the towel
“Wrong!” You faked dunking her head before stopping. “Just kidding, you’re my favourite.”
“Hah! Knew it.”
“But Angel Reese though? If you wanna link up you know where to find me.” You winked at the camera.
“WHAT???” Paige looked at you, mouth open.
“I’m just playin, just playin.” You stuck out your tongue at her. “Next, was my first kiss a guy or a girl?”
“Wild guess, a girl.” Paige closed her eyes, preparing to get dunked. You pushed her head into the bowl.
“50/50 chance and you still fucked it up? You need to work on your game girl.”
Paige looked like a wet puppy with water dripping down her face. You helped her wipe her face a little bit before asking the last question.
“Last question. What’s my favourite thing about you?”
“What I don’t know, my eyes?”
“Wronggggg!!” You grinned as you shoved her head into the bowl. “It’s everything about you.”
Paige’s head resurfaces suspiciously red, immediately grabbing the towel. “Honestly? Can’t even get mad at that.”
You stopped the recording. Paige instantly kissed you.
“What was that for?”
“Was what you said true? That… you liked everything about me?”
“I mean, I don’t tell lies.”
Paige’s ears turned red.
You squished her cheeks, pulling her by her hoodie and kissing her again.
“We’ve been together for four ears and you’re still getting embarrassed when I talk sweet?”
“…yeah.” Paige scratched the back of her neck. “Kinda.”
You led her to the couch, sitting down together to take a look at the video. Paige instinctively wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“You got so red after I said that, holy shit.” You said, pausing the video.
“Oh my god, can we edit that part out? Please?”
“What? No! That’s literally the best part of the video. Come on, you’re Paige freaking Bueckers.”
Paige sighed. “Whatever makes you happy. You know what they say, happy wife happy life.”
“I ain’t your wife. Yet.” You leaned against her shoulder.
You couldn’t see it, but you knew that Paige’s face probably looked like it was about to burst into flames any second.
You posted the video with the caption “cute lil trend wit my girl Paige” to your TikTok and Instagram, and didn’t think much of it. You opened the TikTok again and saw the top comment.
i finally have a break from work so i can finally get some writing done !! 😸
which fic/hc idea yall want first???
what should i work on first??
nerdy!band kid! ellie x fem! dancer! reader (hcs)
farm!ellie x fem!reader (fic)
Voting ended onJun 8
p.s: the band kid fic is gonna be described more as a hbcu style of band/dance cuz im black and i said so hehe. the farm fic is based on this tweet i saw:
i wasn’t expecting that close of a call omg 😭 but band kid ellie won the vote !! i’ve already started on it 🙂↕️ should (hopefully) be out some time this week :)
p.s: dw, i’ll still write the other fic too eventually
CW: Strap-on usage (e-receiving), doggy style, dumbification, strap-on referred as dick/cock, basically just messy and nasty sesbian lex ( ˘ ³˘)
The slapping noises of skin to skin and the scent of sex, filled the room. The bed thumping against the wall — the neighbours were gonna be pissed. Not to mention the time being around 1AM.
But for you both, you couldn’t give two fucks. Not when you had your lovely girlfriend — Ellie — on her fours, face down and ass up. Taking your strap so well. Ellie’s face was puffed up against the pillow, her tongue almost lolling out her pretty lips and eyes glossy.
She was babbling, nonsense. For an example, “G-god—…puh-please…ah..”, and your favourite being “love—…mmm…M’love your dick..”. You were feeding off it. Getting off to it. Your hips smacking against her pretty ass, with each thrust. Watching the sparkly silicone toy (her choice /ᐠ . ̯. ﾏ) disappear in her pretty cunt.
Your hand disappeared between her legs, to her neglected and swollen clit, rubbing it. Making her hips twitch and gasp, her auburn hair sticking to her forehead.
“C’mon…good girl…” you praised, god…if Ellie was an ice cube — she would’ve melted. It made her whine and grow wetter, the wet noises only growing. She was so close, just based on the fact that your cock was hitting her cervix and your skilled fingers on her swollen clit…she was done for.
A loud and needy moan left her, her thighs trembling and she squirted. All over the new sheets. That you just washed. Dammit.
But she was worth it, making you coo. Helping her ride out her orgasm, the movements of your hips and fingers slowly slowing down. “Atta girl…shhh…” you told her, making her whimper and slump down onto the soaked sheets. Her freckles body trembling. Cutie.
MDNI! omg ellie def loves pussy slaps after you rub her clit. like just the soft lips coiling back after each slap would feel so heavenly, playful– exciting. ellie just needs her overly–desperate pussy to be tamped down. especially if you get her to squirt, smacking the spurts everywhere like a game of badminton. it's so amusing to you cause the first time you did it– her eyes went wide, and her pelvis just bucked wanton for more. so, when she deliberately syllable–for–syllable asked you to, "can you do that thing again, the– fuck, slap my pussy, yeah?" in the midst of wagging her folds around– you just felt an essence of power in those simple, scant–length whacks pump through your veins. can't forget how her crimson lids wrenched shut in the short phases of stimulation, toes curling up, sheets almost crumbling in her involuntary grasp, and grunting like she suffers a tummyache. "yes yes, fuck! unh– uhn uhnnn, don't sttooppp.." it just makes her feel rewarded, almost– like a dog getting pats for behaving well. and oh, she certainly behaves well. unless she doesn't, then uh, enlisted slaps whilst you edge her. stripping the whir of a vibrator from her clit and slapping her plush lips when she tries following it, "nuh–uh, hey– ur' movin' too much~" and she stifles a whine, "mhh– n-no, fuuckk, i wanna cum baby, m'fucki– i can't.. take it.." excessively sweating to the point of a puddle forming, tears of envious slick teeming down the crack of her ass– and similar tears pushing from her waterline.
srry if this seems lazy im writing the thanksgiving smut special 🥱🥱 its going hard
MDNI MDNI MAMA PETNAME!! im trying to write a fluff ask but my brain keeps snapping to SMUT specifically about fucking els with a dildo. not a strap, just a dildo in your grip, getting close and personal with watchful eyes aimed on her engorged pussy lips swelling and closing as she takes that silicone cock in. how a thin white ring would slowly merge around the cocks' base, oozing from those pretty pink folds– her whimpers of "fuuckk, babygirl– mhh, ohhh shit–" while she pins her lip down, swallowing the length inside with her greedy pussy clamping, asking you to, "slap it on my fucking puss– yeah, mhh–" right as you sheathe the dick out and lashing with a wet smack to her labia, eyeing the skins' recoil, "such a pretty pussy, els, god.." or, fuck, if you were actually strapping her she would say, "y–your cock– uhhnn.. so good, mama– yes yes yes, fuck me fuck– fuck!" n absoutely clenching those beet red bootycheeks up as she cums. favouring sub!ellie at this hour i guess. GET THESE HORNY THOUGHTS OUT RAGHH!!
PELAAE IM GOINH TO CREAM MY CRUMPETS THINKING TOO HARD ON THIS
CW: AFAB reader, sub!Ellie, dom!reader, just brainrot so not really proofread, no y/n usage, Ellie calls reader "mama" kinda, strap on
Word count: 313 Masterlist Divider Creds
Ellie with a breeding kink but she's also so, so submissive to you.
She'd look at you crazy if you said that she couldn't feel when you sank down on her strap, your juices already starting to gush down the black silicone shaft. Ellie would swear on everything that the feeling was real. She could feel your walls pulsing around her, sucking her in so deep that you start to see stars. The girl would moan like she could feel it too
"Please ride me, baby, yes - ohmygod"
Those green eyes would be fixated on your cunt, watching intently as you stretch yourself on her girth. The poor thing doesn't know where to focus when you start moving, every part of you looks so perfect bouncing on top of her. Using her to make yourself feel good. It takes everything in her to keep her hands to herself, as she was told to "look not touch". She hated when you tortured her like this but she's such a good girl that she suffers, her long fingers gripping at the bedsheets no matter how badly she wants to grab onto your hips or your waist, or those perfect fucking tits of yours.
"God, you're so fucking perfect...so perfect- fuck" she'd murmur through heavy breaths, her hips unconsciously grinding upwards to meet you halfway. Her thrusts only become harder the more the base of the strap bumps against her clit at the perfect angle. "Wanna get you fuckin' pregnant"
She'd get so delusional about it too. Of course, she's well aware that she can't, but in the moment, she'd die trying if you let her. Mumbling and begging like a madwoman. Her voice cracking, tone becoming more and more pathetic as she pleads with you through gritted teeth to
"Let me make you a mama, baby, please... lemme fuck a fuckin' baby into you"
𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: rhyne howard loves her woman and isn’t afraid to show it.
a/n : rhyne barely gets any love on here so i had to do something rhyne related i also am working on these requests and some other one shots so y’all know i’m not being lazy but besides that enjoy!
also are y’all fw the new layout?
rhyne loves you dearly and she’s never been afraid to show it
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you had just gotten back from the gym and you unlocked the door and walked into you and rhyne’s apartment. as you were setting your stuff down, you saw a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers. You’re confused, so you call rhyne’s name.
“rhy!” you shout.
“yes, baby?” she says softly as she walks into the kitchen.
“who are the flowers for?” you ask her.
“they’re for you.”
“for what, though?”
“just because i think you deserve flowers,” she says with that soft smile she always gives you.
“you’re so sweet, rhy” you say as you press a kiss to her cheek.
she just smiles.
rhyne has an off day today, and you’ve had a super rough week. rhyne decided to take today to cheer you up by taking you to dinner.
you’re lying in bed when rhyne comes in all dressed up and asks you to get ready. you ask her why, and she says, “just get ready. i have a surprise for you.”
you get up to go shower. after you’re out of the shower, you get dressed and start doing your hair and makeup. once you’re ready, you walk out the room and rhyne is sitting at the kitchen island and she looks up as you walk in.
“you look so pretty” she says.
“thank you rhyne”
“you ready to go?” she asks.
“yeah”
rhyne gets up and grabs your hand, and you both walk to the door and walk out. you guys get outside and walk to rhyne’s car, and she opens the passenger door for you. then she walks to the driver’s side and gets in.
you’re confused where you’re going because rhyne never told you, and she still won’t. you guys have been driving for at least twenty minutes, and you guys finally pulled up to this restaurant that you’ve been wanting to go to but never had time.
rhyne parks the car, and she gets out and walks over to the passenger side and opens your door. she grabs your hand, and you guys go in. It doesn’t take long for you guys to get seated.
you guys ordered your food, and as you’re waiting, you decide to try and figure out why rhyne brought you here.
“rhy, so why’d you randomly bring me out for dinner?” you ask.
“i noticed you’ve been having a stressful week, and i had an off day today, so i decided to take today to take you out to hopefully make your week a bit better,” she says.
you just stare at her for a second.
your heart immediately softens.
because that’s just who rhyne is.
she notices everything.
even the things you don’t say out loud.
you reach across the table and take her hand.
“you did all this because i’ve been stressed?”
rhyne shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“yeah.”
“rhyne.”
“what?”
you shake your head, smiling.
“you’re seriously the sweetest person i’ve ever met.”
that earns you a small grin.
“that’s debatable.”
“no, it’s not.”
she laughs quietly.
you squeeze her hand.
“thank you.”
“for what?”
“for noticing.”
her expression softens.
“baby, i always notice.”
and that’s the thing.
she does.
she notices when you’re tired.
when you’re overwhelmed.
when you’re sad.
when you’re pretending you’re fine.
she notices all of it.
the waitress comes by with your food, and the conversation shifts to lighter things. you spend the rest of dinner talking, laughing, and enjoying being together.
for the first time all week, you don’t feel stressed.
you don’t feel overwhelmed.
you just feel happy.
after dinner, rhyne is driving back to the apartment. the entire ride back, your hand stays in hers. when you finally get back to the apartment, you both head inside.
you kick your shoes off by the door and immediately turn toward her.
before she can even ask what’s wrong, you’re wrapping your arms around her.
rhyne laughs softly.
“what was that for?”
you look up at her.
“for cheering me up.”
her smile appears instantly.
that soft smile she only ever seems to give you.
“any time, baby.”
“you’re so sweet, rhy.”
you say it before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
she just smiles.
you wake up before rhyne.
which almost never happens.
the apartment is quiet, sunlight coming through the curtains. you decide to make breakfast.
nothing fancy.
just pancakes, fruit, and orange juice.
after a while, you hear slow footsteps.
you look up and see rhyne walking into the kitchen wearing one of her hoodies and sweatpants, still half asleep.
she immediately makes her way over to you.
arms wrapping around your waist.
face buried in your shoulder.
“good morning.”
you laugh.
“good morning.”
“why are you awake?”
“wanted to make breakfast.”
she hums.
still holding you.
still half asleep.
you finish making breakfast while she refuses to let go. eventually, you both sit down to eat.
the morning is quiet.
when breakfast is over, you start cleaning up.
rhyne watches you for a second.
then gets up and walks over.
“what?”
she just shakes her head.
“nothing.”
“rhyne.”
“what?”
“why are you looking at me like that?”
a smile pulls at her lips.
the soft one.
your favorite one.
“just thinking.”
“about?”
she shrugs.
“how lucky i got.”
your face immediately warms.
“you’re cheesy.”
“maybe.”
you roll your eyes.
but you’re smiling.
rhyne steps closer.
presses a kiss to your forehead.
then another to your cheek.
you laugh.
“okay.”
“what?”
“you’re being extra affectionate today.”
“am i?”
“yes.”
she smiles.
then reaches for your hand.
bringing it to her lips.
kissing your knuckles.
“can’t help it.”
you shake your head.
“you’re ridiculous.”
“probably.”
a beat passes.
then rhyne squeezes your hand.
looks at you.
and says it so casually you’d almost miss it.
like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
because to her, it is.
“i love you.”
your smile instantly softens.
“i love you too.”
rhyne leans down and kisses your forehead one more time.
that same soft smile appearing again.
— luvsolána
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