꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Pole Kisses .ᐟ You made the stage yours with the way you moved your body around the pole, and Grace was absolutely enamored with you. You had your own rules though and they were usually very firm. Never get involved with a customer, but a certain awkward blondie might have been the exception.
ෆ Contains: Grace being very awkward around a pretty lady, stripper!reader, pole dancing, grinding, makeouts
ෆ Notes: Finally finished with this fic and I really love how it turned out. I didn’t really proofread it so please let me know if there are any mistakes, but I hope you enjoy ! This concept came to me in a dream 💭 so of course I had to bring it to life… Pole dancing is so beautiful to me
ෆ Listening to: Dollhouse - The Weeknd & Lily Rose DepP
Grace was frustrated. In general and well… sexually. That was the only way to put it. She didn’t know what to do with herself though. She had tried taking a nice bubble bath, submerging herself in the soft scent of jasmine and sandalwood, and it worked temporarily but as soon as she got out she felt that same brain fog settle over her. She thought about touching herself, but she never got the pleasure she needed from that, she would much rather be touching someone else.
And that’s what led her to you — or more so your place of work. A soft hum droned on as the neon light lit up the parking lot. The sign read “Playhouse” in hot pink lettering with an illustration of the silhouette of a woman. Grace had done her research on this place, it was a gentlemen’s club on the higher end of expenses but she thought it would be more her type of atmosphere rather than a crowded and cramped club.
She adjusted her button up shirt and smoothed down her trousers, suddenly nervous at the thought of what she was doing. What was she doing here? She didn’t even think she could muster up the courage to go in anymore. She almost gave up and walked back to her car, but she thought about how ridiculous she might have looked so she sighed and made her way to the entrance.
The bouncers were two gruff looking men who looked like they had never smiled a day in their life. Tattoos littered their arms and they towered over Grace, intimidating her slightly. “Your ID.” One of them barked at her and she quickly scrambled to get her wallet out of her back pocket. They shined a light on it deeming it real and opened the door, revealing the inside of the club. Warm pink lighting poured from the ornate ceilings, bathing the entire place in an almost ethereal glow. There were men gathered around pool tables in the corner, drunk off of one too many drinks, beautiful women on various poles elevated off the ground, and plush leather seating littered around, each one with a front row view of whatever girl was performing.
Her heart was pounding, she was honestly overwhelmed with the atmosphere and she was sure anyone could tell this was her first time to one of these types of places. Maybe she just needed a drink to get the jitters out? She wandered to the bar and spotted the bartender, “Can I get a vodka shot please?” The bartender gave her a slight nod before disappearing to get her a glass. Her eyes wandered around and before she knew it she found herself getting distracted by all the beautiful women dancing and swaying their bodies to the beat of the music playing. Grace was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the thud of the shot glass in front of her. She smiled softly as a thanks before bringing the glass to her lips and throwing her head back. She winced as the liquor slid down her throat, it burned but it’s what she needed to shake her nerves off. Her eyes wandered off again. This time they landed on a doorway covered in a soft velvet curtain. The sign above read “Private Dance.” Now this had caught Grace’s attention, this is what she came here for. A man stumbled out of the curtains, a woman adorned in sheer lingerie followed soon after and Grace could only imagine what happened in that room before her attention was dragged back to the bar. She downed one more shot for confidence before ordering a cosmo and making her way to one of the leather seats.
The stage she sat by was empty, she wanted to be a bit out of the way to get a feel for the dancers first and how they interacted with customers before she interacted with them herself. She sipped on her drink, observing the other patrons throw dollar bills on the stages, even tucking money into the dancers garments if they were feeling frisky.
She was about to get out of her seat to join, but before she could she heard the clicks of those tall eight inch heels she had been wanting to see up close all night. You slinked on stage as the DJ announced your name. Angel. It was fitting for a girl like you, Grace thought. Everything about you was angelic from your silver chrome Pleaser’s that reflected that pink glow of the club to your white bodysuit that hugged every last curve on your body. You were the definition of an angel.
⊹ ⁺ 𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ͡ ৯ ♡໒⁀ ᩧຼ ꒱ིྀ ⁺ ⊹
Tonight has been extremely slow for you. You were already irritated you had to dance for greedy, ungrateful guys, but it irritated you even more that none of them had even tipped you all that well either. You loved dancing and the at it made you feel but you hated the clientele. At the end of the day it’s what paid your bills.
You swiped an icy pink lipgloss over your plump lips as the finishing touch of your makeup before sighing softly. Girls were milling about the locker room either getting ready or cooling down from their dances, and your closest friend in this cold industry had finally decided to show up right before it was time for you to go back on stage. You were exhausted tonight but seeing her made your day brighten up just a bit. Her real name was Dahlia but everyone called her her stage name Honey because she was sweet just like her namesake. She was the only other lesbian in the club so you two had a special bond. You loved the other girls but Honey understood you and you understood her.
“Hi my Angel!” She shuffled towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist in a bone crushing hug.
“Hi Honey baby.” You towered above her in your heels but still hugged her back nonetheless.
You pouted down at her as your hundredth sigh that night left your lips, “I don’t wanna go up there…”
Honey gave you a knowing look. She knew something you didn’t, something you’d be thrilled to know. When she was on her way to the locker room she had spotted a woman in the crowd, probably the only woman that had ever come to the club in a while and she was exactly your type. “Don’t give me that look… Unless there’s a woman out there waiting for me I don’t wanna dance tonight.” You huffed. Of course you’d dance regardless, but maybe you’d put a lot more effort in if there was a pretty girl out there for you.
“I don’t know, perhaps you should go out there and see!” Honey put her hands on your shoulder and pushed you to the exit of the locker room. You rolled your eyes and shook your head softly before stepping out into the club. You climbed the small stairs onto the stage, heels clacking on the smooth floor with every step. That’s when you saw her… She was clearly nervous, but when you made eye contact with her you couldn’t help but wink, lashes fluttering as you did.
Your body came to life as the music started, it was a perfectly curated set that you put together. You were very particular and if the Playhouse wanted to keep you, you would dance on your terms and with your music.
You started with slight edge work to get the blondes attention. Your heels dragged across the floor in intricate pathways, flexing and pointing as you pleased. Slowly your hand that wasn’t stabilized on the pole dragged up and down your body, lingering just a half a second longer once they found their way to your breasts before trailing up to your lips. You let your hand drop back down before twirling your back to the pole. One hand found its way above you, the other behind you for stabilization as you began to roll your body.Your body waved slowly, almost hypnotically and Grace couldn’t take her eyes off of you, and you too had only been able to focus on her. Sure other men had begun taking their seats and watching the show, but you felt some sort of pull towards the blonde that you couldn’t get out of your head.
Your body finally reached the floor with one last body wave and your legs peeled open creating a view that would burn into Grace’s mind forever. God, you were absolutely perfect and she couldn’t not let you know that. As your legs waved sensually to the slow beat she threw a few tens your way watching them as they fell over your thighs and fluttered around you.
You smiled, your eyes twinkling as you got her right where you wanted her. You closed your legs before slinking onto your hand and knees. You crawled to the edge of the stage as dollar bills rained on you from other men and picked up the tens you knew came from Grace before tucking them into the side of your bodysuit and eyeing her down. You liked what you saw and you knew she did too.
You wanted to tease her a bit so instead of staying near the edge of the stage like she wanted you to, you made your way back to the pole. As the next song came on you slowly climbed your way up, graceful and sensual at the same time. Grace was entranced at the way it seemed like you were walking on air once you reached the top. You clacked your heels before transitioning into your next trick. You let your muscle memory take over as you inverted your body and wrapped yourself around the pole.
Money flew all around you as you performed and you couldn’t quite tell who it was from but you knew that Grace had contributed and you wanted to get a closer look at her again, so you wrapped up your final trick before unwinding yourself from the pole and slinking back down to your hands and knees. Your eyes locked onto hers and you couldn’t help but think about how pretty they were. Icy blue and full of awe. You could tell this was her first time at this type of club, but that was absolutely part of her charm and what drew you to her.
You crawled to the edge of the stage once more before beckoning her to come forward. Your perfectly manicured index finger pointed straight at her and she froze for a second before gathering the courage to come to you. “Don’t be shy…” Your voice was sweet and syrupy and the blonde just added that to the list of things she already thought were perfect about you.
You grabbed her hand, placing a dollar bill in her palm before guiding it to your hip where the side of your bodysuit tied. “Go ahead ‘n slip it in.” You purred at her over the loud music. Her hands shook, but she quickly regained composure before doing as you said and slipping the dollar bill under the tie. Your hand found its way to her chin and you gripped it softly, mumbling, “Good girl… Come back to me later.” Whistles and catcalls erupted throughout the section from the men watching as you two exchanged words and gestures, but Grace was focused only on your words.
After the rest of your dance she immediately shot up and made her way to where you laid on stage, she wanted a private dance from you and maybe a little more, but she wanted everything to be on your terms. “Hi there.” Your chin rested in your palm as you stared up at her. “You came to me just like I asked, you just really like me.” The more you teased her the more flushed her face became. How cute… You thought.
“H-Hey.” She cursed herself for stuttering, she was sure you thought she was a loser for her lack of confidence. “Um… I’m not sure how this all works, but I'd love to maybe go somewhere private with you?” She internally cringed at how stupid she sounded, but she was pleasantly surprised when she heard your soft giggles.
“You’re cute you know that?” You played with your hair idly before shifting up to sit on your knees to get more on eye level with the blonde in front of you. “Just for you I might give you a discount… maybe a little something extra if you think you deserve it.”
Grace was a nervous wreck, but she knew not to fumble an offer like that. “Lead the way then.” She shot you one of her cute little awkward smiles as you slid off the stage and grabbed her by her belt loop, pulling her to the room she had seen when she first arrived. As soon as you two made it past the velvet curtains a long corridor was revealed and you were led to the one labeled “Angel” in cursive on the door. She pushed it open and tugged you through the threshold before closing the door and locking it with a soft click.
Grace looked around, the walls were painted a decadent red and the lights were dim but she could still see all the floral arrangements around the room. Orchids, lilies, peonies… Arrangements of all of them were littered around the room on any surface that could hold them. “Wow… You must really like flowers.” Grace muttered as she looked around, not knowing what else to say at the moment. This made you chuckle softly, your hand coming to cover your face. “You came here to talk about flowers?” You poked a little fun at her, you knew she was nervous but that’s how you liked them. You liked being able to control the interactions once in a while.
“Oh! N-No I’m sorry.” She wiped her palms on her pants as she tried to gather herself before trying again. “I’m just a little nervous…”
“That’s fine, how about I guide you?” Grace’s demeanor instantly relaxed at your suggestion and she nodded enthusiastically.
Your hips swayed gently as you dragged her to the luxurious leather chair propped up against the wall and pushed her down. She landed with a soft thud, her arms landing on top of the armrests on either side of her while she looked up at you. Eager to start the private show, you turned around and Grace could have died happily at the sight in front of her. Your hips swayed sensually to the soft beat playing in the background, “You can touch me you know.” You tossed a look over your shoulder at her. Her cheeks were flushed red but she slithered her hands up to your hips anyway and guided your movements just like you wanted her to. You continued your hypnotic movements and eventually turned back to face her before moving a bit closer. You nudged her thighs apart to accommodate you and planted your soft hands on her knees. She looked at you with nothing but admiration, “God… You’re so beautiful… So perfect.” That had to be the most confident thing she had said all night and you couldn’t help but feel your heart racing at her comment.
“I bet you’ve said that to too many girls.” Your knees bent as you sank down in front of her and came right back up. Your hips led your movements, you were incredibly fluid and intentional with your dancing. Grace thought you reminded her of a cat the way you moved.
“No, never. It’s my first time being at a place like this…”
You shut her legs, and she let you. “Hmm… I think it’s only proper for me to show you a good time for your first time then.” You crawled onto her lap, your body rolling against hers and you finally felt her gain a little more confidence. Warm hands wandered your body and felt up your legs, hips, and sides but never got too invasive. Grace was different from these sleazy men that came to you, you wished you would never have to deal with them again after being with her.
“You wanna kiss me?”
She hummed softly at your question, “More than anything in this world right now, y-yes I do.”
Her confirmation was all you needed to grab her face and pull her into a kiss that started off soft and slow. Your lips meshed together and your body melted into hers. You had never done this with a customer before, but you swore the awkward woman under you was the only exception. You just felt so drawn to her, and her to you.
Her grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly as you grinded your hips onto hers. A soft, almost indistinguishable sigh left her mouth into the kiss and you ate the noise up, desperate to hear more. You broke the kiss, her lips trying to chase after yours, “Don’t try to hide any noises for me, okay?” You whispered in between kisses.
“Mhm.” She nodded before colliding her lips against yours once more.
She took your demand in stride and let loose. Her soft moans from the friction of your hips against hers and the wildly inappropriate kiss that was happening made butterflies swarm your stomach.
Both of you had to come up for air at some point, and to your dismay it was Grace who decided to break first. You caught your breath and thought maybe it was good you guys stopped then. Any further and you would have considered doing something more.
“How was that for a private dance?” Your fingers played in her short wavy hair.
“Perfect.” Her lips were pink and swollen from the makeout, and it only made you want to kiss her again but you refrained. Instead you stood from her lap, albeit very reluctantly, this was indeed supposed to be a transactional dance after all. Grace got the hint and pulled out her wallet, her fingers carding through the hundreds she had brought in case she found herself in this situation. “How much?” She didn’t mind paying any amount you said. You could have said thousands and she would have thought of a way to get that money to you.
You shrugged, you didn’t even want to charge her, but you thought of your earlier statement about giving her a discount. You decided to let her choose her price. “How much do you think I was worth?”
Grace’s eyes widened, “Seriously? I-I don’t think I could put a price on you…” She felt terrible getting special treatment as this was a source of income for you.
“Why don’t you try and we’ll see if I'm satisfied.” Truth be told you’d be satisfied with anything you gave her. She gave you a better night than you’ve had in a while and you found yourself maybe wanting to see her outside of work… Just to get to know her a little better.
She pulled out five crisp hundreds and placed them in your palm. “Is that enough?” Grace hoped it wasn’t insulting, but this was more than you’ve gotten in a long time, most guys chose the lowest priced dances from you. They wanted to touch you and break the rules and not pay the price. But not Grace, she wanted to treat you how you deserved to be.
“More than enough…” Your voice waiverer at the end before speaking once more, “Maybe you can come by again?” You didn’t want to make it seem like you only wanted her for the money though, you felt yourself genuinely wanting to see her. “I’d love to see you.” Grace’s lips turned up into a small smile as you led her out of the room, but just before you opened the door you pushed her against it and pressed a small kiss to her cheek. She was dumbfounded as she adjusted her glasses and stepped out, sending you one last smile before turning to walk past the velvet curtains.
She disappeared past them and you shut and locked the door to your private room before flopping into the chair where Grace once sat. You sighed, conflicted about what you just did and all the feelings swirling around in your head. She was a customer after all and you swore you’d never get involved with a customer. You tried to remind yourself of that rule, but you noticed something peeking out of the bills she had given you. You pulled it out, revealing a small slip with a phone number written on it. A smile crept onto your lips as you thought about how Grace had probably prepared for something like this happening. How endearing… It did indeed work on you though. And you most definitely sent a text to her after your shift.
꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Heat Wave .ᐟ Grace is a real eater and shes not afraid to show that…
ෆ Contains: Grace being flustered, teasing, lots of sexual tension, reader being a flirt, oral sex r!receiving
ෆ Notes: Service top shy pervert Grace is real to me… idc what anyone says!
ෆ Listening to: ITADAKIMASU - SAILORR
ෆ Part 1
꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Chapter 2: Body
Of course Grace was enjoying herself. I mean how could she not? You were splashing through the water with not a care in the world, jumping over each wave that crashed on the shore as if they would take you if you didn’t. In the process of playing your pseudo game of jump rope with the waves your breasts became the center of Grace’s attention.
You noticed her eyes wandering once more before a dramatic gasp burst through your lips. You stopped jumping and crossed your arms to cover your chest, “Pervert!” The scandalized look left your face almost immediately and morphed into a cheeky smile when Grace’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked like she was about to apologize for staring.
“Just kidding!” You drawled out your words and the blonde's shoulders relaxed. You were such a tease.
Golden light dripped over the both of you as you packed up the evidence of a pleasant beach day. Once more Grace had offered to do all the heavy lifting while you carried the lighter items to her car before starting the journey back home. Somewhere along the way you drifted off to sleep, letting your girlfriends quiet hums of whatever song was playing lull you to sleep.
You awoke to Grace carrying you bridal style through the door of your shared home before closing the door with her hip and quietly locking it as best as she could while holding you.
Your eyes fluttered open, and everything slowly started to come into focus. “Baby you can put me down…” You mumbled softly, but you knew your words went in one ear and out the other because Grace would rather die than let her princess down.
“No thank you.” She accented each word with a soft peck to your forehead. Only once you reached the bedroom did she even think about letting you go. Your feet never touched the floor though, instead she laid you gently onto your silky sheets before slinking over to you. You picked up on what she was doing and you had no complaints, what was better than having your beautiful girlfriend on top of you after a long day?
Her lips ghosted over your neck as her soft hands ran up and down your body, leaving goosebumps over every last inch of your skin. “Such a tease all day… You knew what you were doing getting me all worked up.” Her voice was quiet, heavy with lust.
Your hand wrapped around her own and slowly guided it down your body, gently resting it on your inner thigh. Her hand stalled before remembering your earlier words, “Ah ah ah… Not ‘til later.” She heard you whine and as much as it pained her to ignore you she had been wanting to get you back all day.
Her lips connected with your clothed body, starting with your neck she placed soft, almost non existent kisses all over you. Once she had gotten to your thighs her hands grasped at the back of your knees and gently pulled apart your legs revealing the little string bikini bottoms she was so fond of. You thought she had given up whatever revenge she wanted to get on you, but you were mistaken. She sucked wet kisses all over your inner thighs avoiding where you needed her most.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of you squirming ever so slightly. You were clearly getting frustrated with the lack of attention to the pulsing between your thighs. Grace couldn’t bear to make you wait any longer. “What do you want me to do baby?” So much for her plan at getting you back.
“Anything… I just want you.” Say less she thought. She pulled the dress you adorned as a coverup over your head and tossed it to the side, more interested in what was previously underneath it. There you were, laying in nothing but your bikini while she was fully clothed. She didn’t know it but you honestly found it kind of hot the control she had right now. That usually anxious and flustered girl you had grown to love was nowhere to be found, not that you were complaining.
Her thumb hooked around your bottoms before pulling them to the side, revealing your glistening pussy to her. She got straight to work as she flattened her tongue against you, licking you slowly and intentionally. She wanted to taste every last bit of you and would stay in between your thighs all night if she could.
She abandoned all illusions of preciseness when you let out a long, saccharine moan. Her tongue dipped into you with a certain hunger you hadn’t seen from her before, she wanted to make sure you felt everything.
“Oh fuck!” You gasped as she lapped at your sweet juices, alternating between stimulating your clit and plunging her tongue into you. She was practically making out with your pussy at this point. It was like she was drunk off of you.
Your hips bucked into her mouth and at some point she had to hold your hips down to stop you from squirming so much. You felt that warmth in the pit of your stomach and your body seized up as you came and her grip on you only got tighter. Your fingers found her blonde locks and tugged at them as she kept eating you out.
Your cries and moans filled the room and it was all Grace could focus on… She was so turned on that she thought she might cum from just eating you out and hearing you. Her moans vibrated against your core and the extra stimulation was beginning to turn your brain to mush, the only thing you could even think about was your beautiful girlfriend. She mumbled something against you as she slid one of her hands down her shorts, her index and ring finger toying with her clit. Grace would definitely not last long, in fact it took her approximately thirty seconds before she came at the sight of you moaning under her.
Her mouth left your spent pussy, a string of saliva connecting to her mouth as she rested her cheek on your inner thigh. “Oh my…” Was all you could get out before you untangled your fingers with her short hair. After a couple of deep breaths later you pat the bed next to you, wanting her to cuddle you.
“You are a pervert after all… Cumming just by eating me out?” You giggled softly, knowing your teasing would fluster her even more.
“Please let me live that down…” She sighed burying her face into your chest.
You hummed softly as you feigned contemplation, “No thanks!”
꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Heat Wave .ᐟ Batting your lashes and teasing Grace can only get you so far… What happens when you tease her one last time at the beach?
ෆ Contains: Grace being flustered, teasing, lots of sexual tension, reader being a flirt, oral sex in the part two… Grace is an EATER
ෆ Notes: Bare with me my loves, this is the first thing I have written in monthsss so it’s a bit short. I will definitely try to make the second part longer, but for now please enjoy flustered Grace!
ෆ Listening to: kiss goodbye - The Two Lips
꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Chapter 1: Tease
Sand weighed down your sandals with every step you took as you lugged your countless beach bags closer to the glimmering water. You had given Grace the duty of carrying the ice chest that contained all the food and drink necessities for any beach trip, and you would have felt bad if it weren’t for the fact that she insisted on bringing the whole kitchen with her. Her little huffs of exhaustion were cute to listen to and you couldn’t help but tease her about her lack of decisiveness when it came to packing. “Gracie… you know you didn’t have to bring that twelve pack, or the two different types of sandwiches, orrrr the entire watermelon.”
Her face flushed as she looked off to the side, embarrassed, “God forbid I wanted to be prepared and treat my lady to a nice beach trip…” She mumbled under her breath.
It was an incredibly hot day, mother nature had no business taking out her anger on the two of you, so you had bugged her and bugged her about going to the beach. The two of you had nothing to do all day, and you thought it would be better than staying home lazing around the entire day. You could work on your tan, and she could admire your assets—and insist she was just looking at how pretty the water was…(yeah right, she’d choose you as the view over anything else).
Finally you plopped down your bags and claimed a nice open spot as your own. You got to work laying down a large sheet, making sure to weigh down the corners with miscellaneous items so it wouldn’t fly away in the breeze of the salty air. Once everything was laid down Grace finally let go of the ice chest and was about to start pulling drinks out before you grabbed her hand to stop her.
“Before we eat, why don’t we get in the water?” You bat your long, fluttery lashes at her and who was she to deny a request from her darling girlfriend.
“I-I mean yeah! Of course what was I thinking” That cute stutter of hers always came out when you flustered her.
The truth was you had bought an adorable new bikini and you wanted to show it off to her. Grace was used to seeing you in one piece bathing suits and she was more fond of wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks, so this would be an absolute treat for her. You shimmied out of your cover up revealing the most precious litte frilly bikini your girlfriend had ever seen. It hugged your curves effortlessly, showing off your soft and plush body. You hitched the bottoms up ever so slightly for more security and Grace thought she could die happy then and there. Your body was perfect and she was short circuiting.
Sure she had seen you in less in the comfort of your shared bed, but she had never seen you in something like this. She wanted to take you and hide you away from anyone seeing you, not because she was controlling, but because she wanted to you all to herself to hold, kiss, caress—
“Earth to Grace!” you called out waving your arms up and down as if trying to get her attention.
You snapped her out of her fantasy and she jolted back into reality. “I-I’m sorry baby you just look so… I wanna kiss every inch of you, and if we weren’t in public maybe I would…” She trailed off, glancing to the side every so often.
“We can save that for later, but for now I suppose I can settle for a kiss on the lips then.” You melt into her the moment your lips meet and you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. Her hands find your lower waist, ghosting around your soft skin before planting them firmly onto you. Before parting ways you nipped at her bottom lip before pulling away. She chased after your lip with a quiet whimper but stopped in her tracks when you placed your index finger over her soft lips. “Ah ah ahhh…” You whisper, your breath fanning over her ear, “Not until later.”
Your arms unraveled from around her neck before you began your walk closer to the water. You beckoned her to follow you before turning your head to face the sea. A million thoughts swirled around Grace’s mind as her face grew incredibly flushed, but she knew one thing. She would absolutely get you back for teasing her when you got home.
AGHH i know i just asked for requests but i think i need a complete rebrand… like everything needs to change about this account because ive been feeling extremely disconnected to it and its been making me not want to write for a longgg time… ill still have all of my old fics up but for the time being i think i’m gonna close up requests again and just try to write SOMETHING and then when i feel comfy writing again ill 100% open up requests and commit to writing them :( i apologize for anyone who’s requested something from me that i haven’t done it’s just been very rough for me for the past couple months i hope you guys understand
𑣲Synopsis: Finally, you’re given the chance to spend a “normal” night with your girlfriend. (Post RER, so mentions of Emily and Leon)
W.C.: 5.1k
Warnings: Inexperienced!SubTop!Grace, fluff at the start, little intox from wine, strap on(r receiving), humiliation/degradation, spitting, mentions of slapping(im deprived im sorry), overstimulation, slighttt dacryphilia, perverted loser fine shyt sleeper build Grace
Two hours—no, three—is all you get almost every time you see her. At least, that’s what you think. It’s hard to say exactly when time travels like light when you’re with each other, too quick for you to realize until the sound of something always interrupts and forces you out the door. All you want is one night with your girlfriend. A night of doing anything alone.
It’s almost comedic how things come at you at random when you’re finally with Grace at her house. Whether it’s the usual emergency work call coming from her cellphone, the complaints from Emily as she whines to go to bed, or even the abrupt barging of an older chiseled man as he searches for something to do with his spare time. Sometimes you’d even invite her over instead, but it’s difficult when Emily always needs eyes on. As much as you loved the kid, it’s torturously admirable how she’s managed to squeeze herself between you and Grace every night of cuddling no matter the place or time.
Of course you don’t complain about it to her, knowing their situation and close relationship after the hardships they faced together. But still, there’s no way you could be constantly cockblocked like this.
Letting out a sigh, the cold air exposes it through a visible cloud that’s clearer under the warm light of the porch. You slowly go up the wooden steps after arriving at Grace’s place. The sounds of the old exterior creak every time you set a foot up to move towards the door that separates you from the same person you continue to mope about.
Once you stand head to head with the hard wood, you stiffly knock on it, already expecting a tinier blonde to open and greet you excitedly. You wait a few seconds whilst scanning around the neighborhood, hearing the obnoxious crickets surrounding you. It’s quieter than usual here, but your thoughts are cut off when you swiftly turn back front at the sound of the door grating open. All for you to see someone else.
“Hey,” Grace meekly says with the corners of her pink tinted lips poking upward, her posture angled lower per usual. She’s poised by the edge of the door, holding onto it while backing up to allow you to step inside and escape the chill that was beginning to flood in. “Sorry if it's a mess in here,” she gestures with a thumb pointing behind her, eyes shifting down on you before forcibly up. “I just got home 15—or 20 minutes ago.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you smile gently and shake your head. Slowly walking through the door and into the living room, abandoned books on the floor catch familiarity in your eye, the colorful hardbacks blinding compared to the monotonous theme of the house. And in contrast, you see two drinking glasses of pure darkness laced with a red tint as they’re set on top of the coffee table positioned perfectly dead center. Your head quirks at it, the smile on you growing as you look back at her in a playful awe whilst taking your shoes off by the organized rack, hearing the soft click of the door as Grace closes it shut behind her.
“Oh right–um, Emily’s staying over with Leon for tonight. I asked him if he could watch her,” she explains cordially, quickly following behind, almost like she’s been waiting to see your reaction.
You spin back at her voice. “Really?”
Honestly, the question could’ve been targeted towards both Grace’s incapability of being formidable with asking for help and also her trust in that man. Knowing merely vague details about him, the only image curated from her words is Emily messing around with a bunch of weapons as he mentors her like some machine.
With your legs beat from the long day, you huff from plopping down onto the cloud-like cushion. Grace moves languidly to sit beside you, and manages to see the inner and outer turmoil. “Yeah,” she lightly scoffs a laugh before going at a lower tone, her gaze trailing to where you lean over to grab a filled glass. “She’s been asking to go anyway. I think she’s getting bored of just me with her at home.”
“Hm, couldn’t be me,” you mutter, smiling subtly as you stare down at the dark liquid before back at her. She mirrors your expression at your spoken comment. “Anyway, you really didn’t tempt me just by mentioning all this first?” You gesture at the cup in your hold, tilting your head back a bit to sip and savor the strong flavor on your tongue.
“Did I have to..?” Grace questions with a sliver of a smug tone, reaching for the other glass. Then, she murmurs, her lips touching the dull rounded edge midway to cause a resonant effect before also taking some in her mouth. “You probably would’ve gotten a speeding ticket on the way if I did.”
Fair point.
After all, when was the last time you were given a chance like this?
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The glasses gently clash with a clang, echoing from the stainless sink they’re set in. You turn the handle to let the faucet run to watch as the water swirls to quickly dilute whatever was left inside after the long conversation. It had to have been at least half an hour of just rambling. Though, admittedly, both of you needed it.
Close to grabbing the sponge set beside the soap dispenser, your hand stops mid-air, feeling a sudden grasp on either side of your waist, warmth pressing firmly behind. You look down to see a familiar pair of hands smoothly gliding against your shirt, Grace wrapping her arms around you just as she rests her chin on your shoulder.
That’s… out of character to say the least.
She peeks down at what you’re doing. Then, turning to your ear ever so slightly to murmur. “You could leave it. I’ll do it tomorrow morning.”
There’s a rasp in her voice, following with the softness of her pressing a feather-like kiss along your jaw just below where you hear a disheveled sigh. Although, a subtle whiff of her wine stained breath lets you put the pieces together like a sudden click.
You look over at her as she pulls away a bit, her actions close to finishing what she started until she sees your gaze fixated on her. She shamelessly stops to flicker down at your lips. And as you catch a full glimpse of her, you’re met with a sight you hardly ever see. An amused huff leaves you through a teasing yet fond grin at the evidence of her behavior. “Were you drinking before I even got here?” you ask, turning the water off before reaching up to gently brush against her cheek, her skin like furnaced metal. “I’ve never seen your face this red.”
Her brows heighten before being pulled towards each other in embarrassment, the pressure around your middle loosening. “I–It wasn’t that much,” she stutters and breaks off the weak eye contact. “Just wanted to see if it tasted okay first…”
A light chuckle exits you, lightening up the moment as Grace’s blush further mixes with the alcoholic influence. “Yeah, but you’ve always been a lightweight,” you lightly emphasize with the downward tilt of your head, using your gestured hand to make her look at you again. “Not saying it’s a bad thing.”
She frowns with petulance, the short lasting confidence fading despite the reassurance. Her face then drops back into you, hiding within the space between your neck and shoulder as she muffles a whine.
“What?” you question in a sweet manner, a facade of confusion implemented even though you know exactly how shy she’s feeling. Your hand weaves to the back of her head, gently attempting to ease her out of the shell you unintentionally dropped flat on her. With your other, you lay it on top of her arm that’s still comfortably curved around. Your touch usually calms her.
Yet, you feel her nose press into you as she shakes her head, not answering for a lasting spell. Unbeknownst to you, she’s been waiting to have a day like this with you. Since the late afternoon when her boss called for her to take the rest of the day off, she’s been contemplating whether it would be the perfect time to do something special, hence the drinking to unwind.
She’s aware of the rocky bridge between both of your pent up sexual frustration, and she’s been planning on mending it somehow. But now that you’re here, oblivious to her imagination, it’s hard to think when all she could feel is a fuzz being threaded back and forth in her skull. So instead, she replies so lowly almost only mice can hear her. “Nothing...”
You let out another huffed laugh, twisting fully around to see her and get her out of concealment. She still holds onto your waist, not wanting to let go while also unaware of how she’s provocatively trapping you between her and the edge of the sink that digs into your lower back. She glares up with her chin pointed downward, her features painting a meek and self-effacing plea to not push any unwarranted answers out of her. As diffident as she is, you’d always be an exception to her spurts of sober thoughts whether or not she can control it.
“Tell me what’s up,” you utter with soothing effect, your touch now at her exposed arms as you lightly run your hands along them.
Grace mentally curses herself, acknowledging the lulling in your voice that makes her head spin. All of which compliments the way you look and feel on her. “I-I was um…” she pauses, gaze low on the mundane flooring. A defeated sigh shoos out from her lips once even a foot level of courage was built. “Hoping w-we could do something tonight—maybe?”
“Like what?”
A groan of agitation bubbles at the back of her throat, but she holds it in spite of you teasing through your teeth. “You know what,” she weakly whispers again. Her fingers twitch.
For a short moment, you think of prolonging the excruciating wait, wanting to build her up till she physically couldn’t handle it. But, you always give in to her puppy-like gawp. “Okay, okay,” you respond with a slight coo, removing your hands off of her before taking one to reach below at her waistline. Two fingers wrap around a single loop of her jeans. “Come on.” You lead her with an anticipated tug, her steps behind you close as she embodies a docile follower.
You take on the familiar path to her bedroom, feeling a lack of resistance to where you pull on when Grace is on your tail. She doesn’t bother to close the door behind her when you both quickly enter, only zoomed onto any part of your revealing skin.
When you unhook your fingers from her, you instead pull her by her wrist to have her land sharply on the bed. The neat blanket puffs up from the impact, both of you on it as she lays trapped below you. She props herself forward on her elbows that resist against the mattress and watch in silent admiration.
You’re quick to pull your top off in a single motion by the hem, tossing it aside before focusing back down on Grace. You lean down, cupping her face to pull her up just enough to dive in between her parted lips. Pants are exchanged sporadically as she grabs at you, searching for every curve that outlines your body. You, without shame, moan into her, already sensing the long night. But she suddenly forces herself to pull away.
“W-Wait,” she shakily interrupts, seeing you back off with etched concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing,” Grace quickly responds at a louder speck of volume alongside a vigorous head shake. “I just—um…” she gulps, looking away. “I wanted to try something new this time.”
You remain quiet, but with a small side tilt of curiosity. And so, you urge her to finish her thought by waiting.
“I… I bought—like, a toy that we could use,” she shyly stutters, a dark tint at her cheeks returning under pressure. She always struggles to speak her mind.
Though, you scoff with a smile and raise a brow at her vague insinuation. You poke gently at her side as you reply. “Okay, you have to specify a little better than that. I can’t read through your pretty head.”
“I’m trying,” she whines timidly, squirming from your playful act until you both settle. The heaving of her chest stops momentarily. “Um.. I want to use a strap on you… I—If that’s okay.”
Despite the idea not being something too strange to suggest, you look at her with a certain bit of surprise. Truthfully, that’s the boldest thing she’s asked. “Uh, yeah—yeah that’s more than okay,” you answer, nodding. She responds with an exhale of relief. “Here, you can go get it.” Moving off, you shift to kneel on one side of her. She pushes herself up to trail a bee line to where she kept the equipment hidden, her closet. Typical.
While she’s gone, you get a better start by stripping your lower half. Soon, she does her best to get back to you quickly with the harness in hand, seeing that the attachment was already on. Although, when she comes closer, you catch the sight of another smaller end on the opposing side. At the foot of the bed, she hesitantly sets it down beside you, flickering to your figure in the hopes of sending a mutual understanding as to why.
“You need help?” you question with a teasing tone, grinning just a tiny bit.
“A little,” she murmurs, setting to pull off her clothes beforehand, which clings onto her at a suffocating expense. You sit up to assist, unbuttoning her jeans as she gets her shirt off above her head. Pulling it down along with her undergarment, you don’t take your eyes off her, taking any chance to capture the look on her face as she wordlessly ogles.
You reach over to grab the harness, handing it to her after she steps out of her clothes and disregards them. Subsequently, she puts her legs through the holes of it, pulling it up enough to where she slows down to get ahold of the inner attachment. Knowing you were watching, she keeps looking down, slowly pushing the tip inside her entrance, the task easier than expected. She mewls quietly as her walls engulf the piece while she secures it further up, flimsily tightening the strap around her.
Grace huffs out shortly before looking up at you for help, a soft pout on her lips.
“Come here,” you say gently with adoration. Grace listens and steps towards you, letting you cinch it enough that a squeak leaves her.
With a light tug at the harness, she’s pulled back to sitting at the edge of the bed, looking over at you expectantly with an overwhelming eagerness in her gaze. You let her adjust with her hands at her sides that dig into the flat duvet laid beneath in tightened fists, like she’s fighting herself to control what she’s been worried to feed. Her lips quiver as you make contact with a grip on either of her shoulders, holding on to straddle her lap, which stops the subtle shake in her leg.
“We’ll take it slow,” you mutter as you reach down between the minimized space of you both. She darts where your eyes trail, watching intently at you taking the larger end to press its tip against your center. It rubs against you for that short moment, collecting the slickness from you and messily spreading. Though, to Grace, it was torturous.
She lets loose of her hands, making an attempt to hold you by your waist, though trembling until they reach your soft skin. Her fingers press into you whilst she tries to drive her patience forward.
Finally, you let yourself sink onto her, the piece slowly splitting you as your grasp tightens on her with a sighed moan escaping. Grace follows a similar route with an unkempt whimper coming from her parted lips, her sight still glued onto where her hips fully meets you. “Fuck—I’m so deep i–inside you…” she manages to get out. Just like how she fantasized about every night so doubtfully.
You lift yourself back up, a trapped breath held inside as you wince going back down with Grace’s eagerness pulling you. She tries to match your pace, but loses herself every second you let out any noise that makes her clench around the other end buried in her. For once, she flickers back up to see you, only to have her glances disperse to trace every other part of your body—from your face, to your neck, and down at your chest which rises frequently with every bounce. She wouldn't want to be anywhere else given the possibility to be.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Grace murmurs through heavy pants, her own hips beginning to buck up to further hit that one spot inside you that makes your movements stutter. She pulls you towards her with a sudden tug, causing you to fall forward to allow her to attach her mouth onto the clean slate your neck displays. With your bodies pressed together, you’re mostly only able to grind down against her, the feeling of both the attacks on your skin and the deep filling putting your mind to a haze.
You curse under your breath every few times Grace latches onto a different spot, leaving a dark trail that’s tender to the touch. Even if you love the feeling, you know better than to let her completely mark you. A morning of blatantly padding down your entire neck in laps of foundation is the last thing you need. You gently reach up to grasp her face by the lower half, nudging her off in spite of the whine of protest. But it’s easy to shut her up when you take her in with a tangled kiss, her lips immediately parting at the silent plea of permission from your tongue probing between them. She responds with a needy moan into you, always letting you take the lead.
At this point, you’ve stopped moving down on her strap to bask in the euphoric high that merely comes from just the way she reacts to you. She’s too distracted to even keep up, trying her best to appease the growing hunger left in her.
In all honesty, you enjoyed any night you both had sex—whether it was completely innocent with purely high drive, or when it was wavered lust due to the concern over something that was too non-standard and nerve wracking for you two to talk out. Yet, there’s something about her tonight that makes you think otherwise.
You pull away with a gasp for air, heavy puffs between you and Grace as you keep a steady grasp on her jaw. Her shortness of breath matches yours, but the way she looks up at you is different. It’s… unrecognizable.
The pale toned hazel that surrounds her pupils are thin like a ring, almost just dark as there’s glossed over layer. You look down enough to notice her plumped and wet lips, some of the excess saliva easing out the corner. Has she always looked at you this way? Like she’s silently begging for something. Anything.
With a deep inhale, you finally try to throw your doubts out the window.
“Can I try something, too?”
Her eyes widen with a swirl of interest. “W-What?”
You pause for a bit, still on the run from hesitation. But you’re trusting yourself. Hopefully she does the same. “Just… tell me if I go too far,” you mutter the reply.
At that, she keeps her confusion at bay, already letting her mind wander as the grip on her face is firmer and prompts another weak whimper from her.
“Open your mouth.”
She stares up at you through her furrowed brows, albeit obeying your soft command with her jaw slowly opening, slack and tilted back. It all suddenly clicked when you leaned slightly down, the view of you subtly compiling enough saliva of your own to leave a splatter on her tongue once you spit downwards. The action is less degrading as it would seem when you’re not aggressively doing so. Still, her cheeks redden profusely with her mouth closing from your hand guiding her jaw back up.
“Swallow it for me.” You watch a dip in her throat as she listens to your tactile direction. There’s an uncontrollable twitch from her hips as she presses further into you, the harness flushing against you as she's buried to the hilt. A feeble noise hums through her closed lips that’s loud enough to overpower your own. “Fuck,” you breathe out before murmuring. “You’re so easy.”
Grace stares dumbfoundedly at you, your words dragging her further into a fog of compliancy. Only then, she shifts to look down at your lower tummy that hides her cock with a vague bulge. “P–Please keep going…”
You notice the glint in her eyes—so completely unfocused as she huffs and makes an effort to move you up and down herself. So much that you can’t help but want to push her more until she breaks. “What, you actually liked that?”
The question dripped of condescension, your hold on Grace still prominent as you scrutinized her. There’s a faint crinkle that forms between her brows like a short circuit occurred abruptly. Finally, after nights of taking note of her behavior, you’ve built up to this moment to expose her to what she’s been hiding from you for so long. You’ve seen the way she squeaks at every command you give her, not giving a second thought to listen to what you say, including when you’d tease her to the point of labeling it as “bullying.”
She couldn’t care less about how self-degrading it is.
You speak up again without letting her respond—not like she can. “God, you’re—really pathetic,” you keep going with a rougher grip, your head lightly shaking in a deceitful disapproval. “You’ve been wanting this, huh?”
She whimpers through her bottom lip that’s trapped between her teeth, looking away in a sheepish form. “Mm…”
At her lack of response, you egg on, though thankfully for Grace, beginning to rock your hips. She gapes from your movements, feeling the thickness inside her being manipulated just the slightest as it presses against that one sensitive spot.
“Come on, tell me. I know you have,” you then speak at a sweeter tone. A beat passes as she’s slumped against you, struggling terribly to even say anything that can dig her under deeper. Still, you keep going. “Tell me what else you think about.”
A lousy whimper leaves her as you stop moving again, fueling her desperation. “I can’t—I’m embarrassed,” she admits through a pathetic whine, sheltering her face from you.
Ultimately, she fails to fend off the feeling when you respond in such a petty and trivial way in your otherwise calmer voice. “Why? Cause you’re too much of a pervert to admit it?”
She physically reacts with another lift of her hips, a shaky breath escaping. “I—I…” trailing off, she gets lost in the feeling of you again, surely clenching around the toy inside her increasingly leaking pussy though every weak yet eager buck. She didn’t realize until now that she was getting closer to the edge, the inner bundle of heat at her lower stomach forming tightly with each muffed moan. But just as she felt a graze of an orgasm, you force it to stop by firmly pressing your body down and preventing her from moving.
At that, Grace relentlessly begs without much restraint. “No, no, p-please—I wanna fuck you—I want it so bad, please…” You feel her weakly try to lift back up but it meets to no avail.
“Then look at me and answer me,” you sternly state, once again, emphasized by the intensifying grip around her cheeks. She looks up at you with a growing tear that threatens to fall. Your walls can’t help but wrap tighter around her from the evidence of wetness already staining her cheeks, and your scanning wanders. Her face slightly scrunches through a sniffle.
As much as you always carefully look to take in every detail on her well sculpted features, her nose always stood out. The bridge of it smooth with just a small bump that you grew so fond of as you’ve noted plenty of times how her glasses would be perched on that hill. Even if she isn’t wearing them now. God, shake out of it.
Her refusal to speak up meets you to a lasting sigh, but as she shrinks under your gaze, she parts her own away again despite knowing you’d prefer otherwise. Thus, you respond coldly after some seconds of thought to your next words, wanting her attention to latch back on somehow. You just need to probe further—aim for a bigger but riskier reward. And so, you firmly tap one side of her face as your thumb stays pressed inward at the other, reeling in her glazed expression. Finally, you mutter in retribution, “Don’t make me slap you.”
Immediately, she pules at the image, internally asking for it even as it’s displayed on her clearly to you.
A light sneer comes from you when you realize. “Yeah? Is that something you think about?” You pull her face forward in a rough manner, though still careful while you continue to ridicule her at a lower octave. “Just to get yourself off when I’m not there?”
She stares up like an injured pup, nodding slowly and sheepishly. Maybe you know her too well.
You scoff at her and let go of her face with a gentle push as the flow of degrading terms being thrown at her hit effectively. “You’re so fucking gross,” you mutter, allowing you both to resume the previous motions of fucking yourself on her.
Grace hardly murmurs a word back, caring mostly for just the fact that you’re willingly indulging in whatever humiliating kink she’s into. She answers you through a series of pitched noises that make out to be just as embarrassing as saying anything that’s laid inside her mind. Yet, she still manages to put herself in a box. “I’m s-sorry, I can’t help it… I—I know I’m pathetic.”
The second her admission hits you, there’s a triggering sensation in your midsection that blooms into a harsh high. It happens all too fast without you realizing that it built up to that point in such a small increment. Your fingers dig into her shoulders whilst you clench around her strap, a moan muffled from clamp on your bottom lip. Grace helps you ride your high out, moving you by your waist as she winces from the clawing at her flesh. Just seeing you like this makes her yearn for more—she didn’t care how sensitive you were beginning to feel.
Grace notices the way your thighs tremble achingly around her, prompting her to maneuver you both into a different position and knocking the air out of you as your back hits the bed. Unrecovered, you weakly attempt to get her off with a nudge at her shoulders, but her unresolved need overpowers any cue once she starts thrusting forward into you. You’re spread apart by her hands holding you down, your thighs pushed up. She moves with vigor, each sound of your skin making contact creating a thrumming in the bed.
An untailored cry comes from you. Yet, you don’t tell her stop, wanting this just as much as her when she’s finally letting herself release the tension.
“Sorry, sorry…” Grace whimpers between every pant, watching you squinch from the messy and scattered force. Glancing down at where the indecent plaps come from, her timid words quiver. “A—Am I doing this right?”
Your pussy tightening around her strap is a good enough answer for her, catching the motion of it being a tad harder to pull out only to shove herself right back. It makes her feel the pressure of it against her clit. Grace lowers on you, needily moving one hand to grasp at your chest, her fingers pressing into the soft tissue. But in contrast, she leans down to target at your collarbone, a sharp fang clamping down through a rough sob.
It doesn’t take long for her to chase her own climax, dragging you along with synced moans and shortness of breath. Quick spurs of “please” leave her through pants.
She leaves prominent teeth marks, eagerly shifting to your mouth with saliva trailing. Though of course, this time you’re unable to compete, her tongue desperately seeking yours under the hopes of tasting for an extended bliss. There’s a wet vapor from the exchange, Grace’s hips stuttering until she’s finally struck by an overwhelming high. Both of you shudder with feeble mewls as you cling to each other, sweat painting and sticking in between. She pushes forward to fully remain inside your sopping cunt.
“You’re too good to me, I don't—I don’t deserve it…” Grace thoughtlessly babbles after pulling away, looking at the mess she’s made of you. You’re stuck with an ache as she waits to slowly pull out of you, her eyes affixed at the sight still.
You sigh at her whisper, swallowing down a bulb in your dried throat. Your arms, flimsy, extend to reach out for her cheek to rub the tear stain by her lashes. She quietly admires the gesture, focusing back up at you.
Aftercare usually worked both ways for you, but at this moment, Grace urges to take care of you. She rests her hand around wrist, kissing the end of your palm by turning her head a degree. Your chest warms, and it stays immanent when she gently eases the strap out. Wetness leaks out as you grunt, the soreness quickly spreading up from your legs.
Within a narrow stretch of Grace stroking your thigh with a slow side to side motion, you let a huff out, softly smiling at her relaxed features. She’s zoned out looking down before flickering back up with a glazed tint. It matches the way you stare at her, completely with endearment. Then, you finally murmur, losing the shake in your voice.
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