according to the people on twitter (aka my oomfs), i am required to write...
kissing cassie mckay's stretch marks.
not gonna lie, don't know how i didn't come up with this earlier, as i'm fucking obsessed with literally every single part of that woman (including the lines on her face, do not get me started on those.) and routinely go feral in @minieskirt 's dms about her.
so, i bring you the clusterfuck that is my mind surrounding these thoughts :D
- thinking about... your first time with mckay. she's insecure, soso hesitant about stripping out of her clothes, letting you see what's beneath. she hasn't been this vulnerable since chad (though we all know how that went).
- thinking about reassuring her as your hands slide beneath her top, telling her how beautiful and fucking sexy she is, how you won't give a damn about the marks, the lines, her stomach. you just need her.
- thinking about her finally relenting, stripping off her shirt and pants, leaving her in a bra where her nipples, hard and waiting, are peeking through the lace, and panties that have a visible wet patch on them. poor girl is so worked up, so sensitive :c
- thinking about dropping to your knees before her, hands sliding reverently over her body, tracing every line and mark.
- thinking about looking up at her as you begin mouthing at her stretch marks, starting at her stomach and working your way down to her sides, her thighs, not leaving a single one untouched by your lips.
- thinking about tracing the marks with your tongue 😵💫 feeling her shiver beneath you as the cold air hits her saliva coated skin <3
- thinking about her feeling 10x less insecure about her stretch marks after this moment, knowing you'll always worship her during intimacy regardless of how her body looks.
