orange shirt!abby giving you strap for the first time ˖❤︎ ︎ིྀ
part 1 here ♡
— ˳✧༚ content warnings -> college au, established relationship, switch!abby, switch!reader, nerdy!abby, use of a strap-on (r!receiving), strap-on referred to as cock & dick, use of pet names, blowjob (a!receiving), face fucking (r!receiving), mention of fingering (r!receiving), slightly innocent abby, spit kink if you squint, pussydrunk!abby, overstimulation (r!receiving)
— ˳✧༚ word count -> 2.2k
minors, do not interact <- 𓈒𓏸.°•
abby’s first time giving you strap is clumsy but educated. she’d referred to her best friend, ellie, and the internet to get a sense of what she was supposed to do with a harness around her waist and a dildo at its end.
she’d wanted to surprise you for your six month anniversary with a different kind of night. you’d just come home from the adorable diner she’d taken you to. she’d made you feel like a princess and completely swept you away, with amazing food and a sunset walk afterwards. but, in the back of your minds, you’d been equally feral for each other, and it’d all come out the second you got through the door to your dorm.
abby’d had you in several positions while she fingered your aching cunt, but, god, it wasn’t enough. she wanted to be inside you, make you stretch around her cock. show her all the dirty thoughts that’d been rushing through her all night.
after what was already your fourth orgasm, abby pulled away and got up, making you whimper with the loss. you sat up yourself, taking note of her nervous, almost anxious expression. “babe? is everything—?”
“can you close your eyes?” abby blurts quickly, like she was desperate to get the words off her tongue, and terrified to do so. when she notices your worried expression, she gives you a small smile of reassurance. “it’s not a bad thing. i just…have a surprise for you.”
the clarification calms you, and you sit back in bed, doing as told. “this better be good.”
you hear some rustling for a second, and it sounds like she’s pulling whatever it is from under the bed. you don’t hear much apart from the tightening of…god, what was that noise?
you’re tempted to open your eyes, but abby finishes quickly, because she almost immediately says, “open.”
when you follow her command, your jaw goes completely slack. there stands your nerdy girlfriend in your favorite shirt of hers, with a harness around her waist, and a black dildo at its end.
“holy…abby…” you try to find the words, but they don’t seem to come. all you can think is how good she looks like that, and how adorable she was for keeping this a secret from you.
“i know, it’s…is this weird? i wanted to surprise you,” abby said with a nervous chuckle. she looked between you and her waist, nervous. “i want tonight to be special, baby.”
you didn’t know it was possible to be aroused and soft at the same time. “you’re so sweet, babe, i…” you sit up on your knees then, and even like this, with her standing before you, she’s still so much taller, and, fuck, does it make you weak. “how’d you even think of this?”
“it was with e- ellie’s help- oh,” abby said with a soft groan as your hands trailed up her sides. it was hard to listen when she looked so good like this. your fingers tease her abdomen through her thin orange top, pulling a shiver from her lips. “like what you see, huh?”
“mhm,” you hum. “ellie’s kind of a wild card. bet she suggested you do all sorts of things to me.”
abby chuckled. her hand found its way into your hair, unsure of whether to pull it or play with it. “no. just taught me the basics. what we do tonight, baby, is…up to you. it’s all about you.”
who knew a sentiment so sweet could sound so sultry?
“well,” you hummed. you spit onto the faux cock, pulling a little gasp from the nerd. “figure we need to get it wet before you fuck me, yeah?”
abby smirked at you, and she’d made up her mind: her hand was pulling your hair then, albeit lightly, and tugging you closer. “yeah, baby. we do.”
abby helps you off the bed and onto your knees. you hardly see her from this angle apart from the few times you’ve eaten her pussy—which happens so rarely, because she’s far too obsessed with yours—so it’s always a treat to admire her this way. the prospect of her using your mouth, however, made it all the more heated.
abby had her thumb against your bottom lip while she looked down at you, tongue pressed into her cheek. you looked so beautiful like this, so ready and all hers. “how do you want it, princess?”
“we’ll start slow. see how it goes, yeah?” you respond.
“okay,” abby said with the puppy eyes that always made you melt. “anything for you.”
you don’t waste a second. your lips wrap around the cock, sucking slowly at first. abby watches as if entranced as you swirl your tongue around the tip, putting on a real show for her.
the silicone is foreign against your tongue, but it doesn’t take long to get used to it. besides, it’s not so much the flavor you’re focused on, but the responses your sucking is pulling from abby.
“christ, baby…you’re so beautiful…” abby groans, and you can tell she’s itching to pull you closer. “you look so good like this.”
you let out a flustered laugh, planting your hands on her thighs. “you can do what you want with me, you know.”
abby raised an eyebrow. your comment had left her both confused and intrigued. “what?”
“i mean…” you hum, “you can be a little rough. i don’t mind.”
“i don’t want to hurt you,” abby says quickly. “this is supposed to be a good night.”
“you won’t,” you reassure. “and it is. i can take it, babe. promise.”
that being said, but, of course, gently, abby pushes you down further onto her cock, shuddering like she can actually feel you taking her in. it has to be at least seven inches, you think, as you slide the faux dick down your throat. your head bobs with precision as abby simply stands and watches, completely enraptured by your performance.
“oh, my fuck, you’re so—“ abby whimpers, holding your head in place. you’d comment on the submissive remark, if you weren’t already so busy.
after a few more bobs leave abby practically salivating, her hips suddenly buck into your mouth, making you gag. abby pauses almost instantly, looking down at you with mild concern. “i- is this okay?”
you pull off for a moment, drool connecting to your lips to her now sloppy cock. the sight has her soaking, but she does her best to focus on the matter at hand. “i already told you, babe. more than okay.”
without waiting for a response, you take abby’s dick into your mouth again, and this time, she’s anything but gentle. her hips stutter violently into your throat until she finds her rhythm, bucking in quick but precise thrusts.
you gag at the punishing impact but don’t pull away. in fact, your fingers dig into abby’s thighs, forcing her to fuck your face even deeper. it’s new, and dirty, but, god, does it feel so good.
“you look so pretty sucking my dick, baby,” abby mewled. she was quickly becoming addicted to the sight of your lips wrapped around her like this. “can’t wait ta fill you up.”
you let out a pleasured moan following her words, just as eager as her to be fucked. in the meantime, you look up as abby while she thrusts into your throat, determined to drive her crazy.
your mission wouldn’t take much.
“god, my pretty girl,” abby was mumbling a few minutes later. she pulled you off her cock with a slow pop, collecting the remaining drool from your lips then pressing her thumb against your bottom one once again. “ready to get fucked, babygirl?”
you pull her thumb into your mouth for a second before answering, unable to resist teasing her. “more than ready, abs.”
abby helps you to her feet and lays you flat on the bed, climbing on top of you. you gasp as she pushes her thigh between your legs, pressing a heated kiss to your mouth. “eager, are we?” you tease.
abby chuckled against your lips. “what can i say?” she smirked between kisses. “that might’ve been the hottest thing we’ve ever done.”
“i agree,” you smiled. “you can check my panties to prove it.”
abby smirked and moved back, pulling your legs onto either side of her hips. your casual dress had already been discarded the minute you walked in the door, so all that was left were your bra and panties. abby pulled them down, again, to reveal your soaked folds, begging for her touch. “fucking hell.”
abby pulled your underwear all the way off, discarding it on the floor with your forgotten dress, before settling her hands onto your thighs. “i need to have you, baby. can’t wait anymore,” she whined.
“oh, babe. are you begging now?” you tease, bucking your hips as a tease, making abby gasp with want.
“do i have to? because i will,” abby said a little too quickly. “wanna fuck you so bad.”
you shook your head. your bottom lip’s between your teeth when you answer, “no, you don’t.” i want it just as bad.”
abby sat up eagerly, lifting your legs a little for her own access. she slots her cock between your folds, and the tip presses sinfully against your entrance. “just tell me if it’s too much.”
without waiting for a response, abby pushes into you slowly, the stretch making you gasp. it’s not as long as it is thick, and having it inside you versus sucking it felt entirely different. “jesus christ, abby,” you moan, unable to help yourself.
abby’s hips still, watching your face. “is it too much, baby?”
you shake your head again. “just keep going, babe. i can take it.”
abby’s hips buck forward then, rocking into you with slow but deep thrusts. your back arches just slightly off the bed. you feel incredibly full, but so fucking good.
at some point, abby’s focus drifts away from you and onto her cock. she watches it disappear in and out of you like she’s been hypnotized, and the sight makes you chuckle.
“having fun there?” you tease.
“mmm…mhm,” abby hummed in her daze, as if she couldn’t snap out of it. her hips are rocking a little faster now, and when she hears the pleasured moans that come out of your lips, she takes it as her sign to continue. “god, you look so beautiful like this. gonna get fucking addicted.”
“abby,” you moan as she picks up the pace. “feels so good, babe.”
“yeah? you like that, princess?” abby groaned as she hovered over you. her lips found your neck as she grunted, “am i doing good for you, love?”
you nod a little too eagerly, hands slipping up her shirt to scratch down abby’s bare back. “s- so good, baby. i’m so—“
“i know, doll,” abby cooed, fucking you faster. the nerd in her knew it was impossible, but she could’ve sworn she felt you clenching around her dick, signaling your impending orgasm. “i’m gonna get you there. promise, baby."
abby hits a particularly deep spot inside you and continues to fuck it with pistoning hips. she looks incredible like this, your sweet girl now reduced to a needy mess, desperate to get you off.
your orgasm sneaks up on you when it finally happens, hitting you like a freight train as you clench around abby’s cock with a broken cry of her name. abby’s thrusts slow the tiniest bit as she fucks you through it.
“oh, fuck, baby. you’re beautiful,” abby whimpered. it’s then that you realize, with her hips still moving, that your girlfriend is also trying to get herself off. each thrust rubs against her clit deliciously, and it’s making her crave you more. “sorry, angel, i’m sorry,” she whined.
you can’t be bothered with the overstimulation when you so desperately want her to feel good. “it’s okay, honey. you need this,” you coo. you watch abby pump her cock in and out of your used hole, driving the two of you equally crazy. “cum for me, pretty girl. whenever you’re ready.”
abby presses a needy kiss to your mouth as her hips buck into your cunt, and you could feel a second orgasm on the horizon while she chased her first. “i…baby…oh, f- fuck,” abby whimpered against your mouth.
you held the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. “it’s okay, babe. let go.”
with a loud cry, abby was coming undone, whimpering your name into your neck. you had a firm grip in her hair, which you knew she’d always liked, as she rode out the waves of pleasure. you’d never seen her so pathetic, and, fuck, was it hot.
when she’s completely finished, a panting mess,, abby lifts herself up to look at you, forehead slick with sweat. she wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. not when she was so addicted to the sight of you stuffed full.
“angel, that was…” she trailed off.
she doesn’t have to say it. “yeah,” you giggled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “yeah, it was.”
abby nodded. she was also trying to reclaim her oxygen. “so,” she eventually gasped. “how was that for an anniversary gift?”
“oh, abs,” you smirked. “fucking perfect.”
the ending is so rushed i got lazy… but i had to finish this for my wife :3 i hope you enjoyed < 3
⊱ gf!abby would love the marías and would sing the spanish parts upon request. purring the lyrics in your ear, adoring the way you shiver at her prefect pronunciation.
⊱ speaking of music i also see her being really into soft emotional artists like mitski and the cardigans. and also sza and if someone were to ask her how sza fits into her tastes she would explain her discography in extreme detail.
⊱ gf!abby who has an intense fear of heights but loves hiking mountain trails. she’ll clutch onto your shirt whenever the edge looks scary. you glady take her arm and hold her close to you.
⊱ gf!abby who is a gun hobbyist and often gets caught up at the gun range talking about different models and techniques. she’s been offered a job many times just due to her conversation skills and passion.
⊱ even though she likes guns she is the safest gun owner ever. you actually rarely see her with her’s outside of the gun range. she keeps it locked away unloaded and on safety, just in case.
⊱ gf!abby that loves collecting little souvenirs every you travel with her. at first it was just coins like her father, but then it turned into random trinkets like fridge magnets or keychains.
⊱ speaking of keychains …. abby LOVES her carabiner. she feels naked without it and loves the thought of someone looking at her and knowing she’s a lesbo.
⊱ gf!abby loves holding your hand and prefers to be making some sort of physical contact with you whenever you’re out in public.
a/n: sorry no ao3 uploads tn but i am working on em ^^ wanted to post something that wasn’t pure porn lol
Tw olfactophilia, face riding/ eating out, domabby x femreader
Musky, sweaty, nasty.
Your gf Abby comes back from patrol, sweaty and musty needing your pussy
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The door to your shared room creaks open, and there she is—Abby, fresh off patrol, her broad shoulders filling the frame. She's still in her gear, the worn jacket clinging to her muscular frame, pants tucked into boots caked with mud. Her blonde braid is frayed, strands sticking to her neck where sweat beads trail down her skin. The air shifts as she steps inside, carrying the raw scent of the outside world: damp earth, pine resin, and that unmistakable tang of her exertion. It's her sweat that hits you first—salty and sharp, mingling with the faint metallic edge of gun oil from her rifle slung over her shoulder. It's not just any sweat; it's hers, potent and alive, like the wildness she brings back from the wilds
You sit up on the bed, your pulse quickening as she kicks the door shut behind her. “Miss me?” she says, her voice low and gravelly, a smirk tugging at her lips despite the exhaustion in her blue eyes. She drops her pack with a thud and starts unbuckling her belt, movements deliberate, eyes locked on you. The room warms with her presence, that sweat smell intensifying as she shrugs off her jacket, revealing the tight tank top underneath, soaked through at the pits and along her spine. It's musky now, up close—a heady mix of salt, skin, and the faint bitterness of fear-sweat from whatever infected or raiders she faced out there. You inhale deeply, the aroma wrapping around you like an invitation, stirring heat between your thighs, your pussy aching with need.
She crosses the room in three strides, her boots leaving faint dirt prints on the floorboards. Up close, her scent envelops you fully: the sharp, acrid bite of underarm sweat cutting through the softer, almost sweet notes from her collarbone, where perspiration pools in the hollows. It's intoxicating, raw, making your mouth water as she towers over you, one hand reaching down to grip your jaw, tilting your face up. “Been thinking about this all day,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing your lower lip. Her skin is hot, slick against yours, and you catch another whiff—earthy and pungent, like she's marked by the forest and her own body's fire.
You pull her down onto the bed, your hands sliding under her tank top, fingers tracing the ridges of her abs, slick with sweat. She groans softly as you peel the fabric up and over her head, exposing her sports bra, darkened with moisture. The smell blooms stronger now, from her armpits and the valley between her heavy breasts—salty, tangy, with an underlying musk that speaks of hours of tension and release held back. You bury your face there, inhaling deeply as your tongue flicks out to taste her skin. It's bitter on your lips, the salt crystallizing as it dries, but you lap it up, sucking at the curve of her breast through the bra, your own arousal building, wetness soaking your panties.
Abby arches into you, her hands fumbling with your shirt, yanking it off so her palms can press against your chest, leaving damp trails on your skin. 'Fuck, you're eager,' she breathes, but she's the one grinding down, her thighs straddling your hips, the heat from her core seeping through her pants and pressing against your mound. You unhook her bra, tossing it aside, and her tits spill free—full and firm, nipples hardening in the cooler air. Sweat glistens on them, and you lean in, mouth closing over one peak, sucking hard while your nose presses into the slick skin of her underarm. The odor there is intense, a concentrated wave of her patrol day's labor: sharp and animalistic, making your head spin as your clit throbs with every inhale.
She shifts, standing just long enough to strip off her pants and underwear, kicking them away. Naked now, her body gleams with sweat—thighs powerful and slick, the blonde patch between her legs matted and damp. The scent shifts lower, mixing with her arousal: that musky sweat now laced with the wet, feminine tang from her pussy. She pushes you back, climbing over you again, her knees bracketing your waist. “Your turn,”she says, tugging your pants down, freeing your soaked pussy. Her fingers slide between your folds immediately, stroking your clit with a firm touch, her grip still warm and moist from her own sweat.
You groan, hands roaming her back, fingers digging into the sweat-slick muscles there. She smells like effort and desire, the odor clinging to her hair as she leans down, her breath hot on your neck. Then she's sliding down your body, her mouth replacing her fingers, tongue delving into your pussy, lapping at your juices while her nose brushes your clit. The taste of you mixes with her lingering sweat scent, but it's her aroma that drives you wild—pungent and close as she eats you out, sucking on your folds, her tongue thrusting inside.
You buck against her face, fingers tangling in her braid, pulling her closer. Her hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, and she devours you relentlessly, the slick sounds of her tongue on your pussy filling the room. Sweat drips from her brow onto your stomach—salty rivulets that you feel cooling on your skin. The intensity builds, her mouth working your clit with precise flicks, and you shatter, orgasm crashing through you, pussy clenching as you cum on her tongue. She laps it all up, humming in satisfaction.
But she's not done. Abby rises, her face glistening with your release and her own sweat, and positions herself over you, lowering her dripping pussy onto your mouth. 'Taste me,' she commands, and you do, tongue plunging into her folds, savoring the mix of her arousal and that ever-present sweat tang from her inner thighs. She's tangy and wet, her clit swollen as you suck it between your lips, her hips grinding down. The scent is overwhelming up close—musky pussy mixed with the sharp salt of her day's exertions, making your senses reel as you finger her, two digits sliding deep into her tight heat.
She rides your face, tits bouncing, sweat flying off her body with each movement. Her pace quickens, breaths coming in gasps, and you feel her walls flutter around your fingers. “Don't stop,” she growls, one hand bracing on the headboard, the other pinching her own nipple. You thrust harder, tongue circling her clit, and she cums with a shuddering cry, juices flooding your mouth, her body trembling as waves of pleasure rip through her.
Exhausted, she collapses beside you, pulling you into her arms. Bodies slick and spent, her sweat smell lingers in the air, a raw reminder of her return. You nuzzle into her neck, breathing her in, the earthy musk now softened by satisfaction.
here me out, an Abby fic where both Abby and reader are in a band. Abby’s drummer, reader is singer and guitarist. Fans have their suspicions, but no one really knows what happens backstage 👀
drummer!abby x guitarist!reader, singer!reader
cw: scissoring, pussy slapping, thigh humping, kissing, spanking, boob play
tonight’s concert was loud. louder than usual. abby was on the drums, playing more aggressive than usual. she didn’t mean to, but fuck was she distracted by your outfit. every time you pranced and jumped around on stage with that guitar wrapped around your chest, your skirt slid up. she wanted to stand up and pull it down so nobody else could see, yet she was the only one staring.
the way your fingers moved against the guitar reminded her of how good your fingers worked inside of her. she found herself squeezing her thighs together, drums forgotten. she was so distracted, and you were so oblivious. she wanted to get this shit over with.
finally, once the concert was over with, abby couldn’t wait to get you backstage. she waited for the rest of the bandmates to leave before she came up from behind you, wrapping her arms around you. “you wearin’ this for me? hm?” abby asked, hands wandering down to the skirt. she fiddled with the hem of the pink fabric before sliding her hands down to your thigh. this wasn’t a new occurrence.
with a faux confused look, you asked, “what do you mean? it’s just what the stylist gave me.” abby scoffed at that, giving your soft skin a rough squeeze. her mouth found your neck, biting it and soothing it with her tongue. “yeah?” she hummed sarcastically, dragging her mouth to your ear. she nipped at it and you held back a whimper, not wanting to give her that satisfaction yet. “yeah..” you replied, your voice slightly pitching in a please whine.
abby’s other hand moved upward, going underneath your shirt to tease your breast. she led you over to a small couch in the corner of the room. abby removed your shirt, tossing it to the side. “look at those pretty tits.” abby said, a wolfish grin on the girls face. she pinched your nipple between her fingers, twisting it around. “abby!” you whimpered, squirming around. then, you felt a sharp sting to your ass. “hold still, doll.” abby demanded, her mouth going to your other boob. “been wantin’ this all damn day.” she grumbled against a peaked nipple.
then, she finally removed the last barrier of clothing on your body. that skirt that had been driving her insane. you shivered at the sudden coldness against your pussy, leaning into her warmth. abby pulled away for a moment, removing her clothes as well. then, she sat down, patting her thigh. “hump.” she commanded. you nodded frantically, sliding onto her firm thigh. you held onto her shoulder as you rutted your wet, hot pussy against her thigh. “there you go, doll. you’re doing so well. keep goin’.”
when she noticed you getting wetter, she lifted you off her lap and laid you down, thumb circling your clit. “please, abby..” you cried, begging for her touch. abby lightly slapped your pussy, just enough for you to squirm. “you want it that bad, baby?” abby tangled her legs with yours, her folds pressing against yours. her hips started off as a slow, heavy grind, pressing exactly where you needed her to. then, the movement grew faster, harder as the two grew needy. “i-i’m so close, abby.” you said, cheeks a dark flush of red as you moved your hips up, clit hitting hard against hers. the sound of slick wetness filled the room along with the desperate moans of you and abby. “fuck..me too..” abby whimpered. the two both came at the same time, leaving a mess on your thighs and on the peoples couch. poor janitor.
𝑐w: yearning pining etc etc, not proofread, just fluff, will probably continue later i just needed to get this bsf abby worm out of my system . . .
𝑤c: 0.6k
bsf!abby who you’re a little too open with . . you change in front of each other, sleep held close to her chest during sleepovers, kiss her on the cheek followed by a BUNCH of kisses all over her face (some placed dangerously close to her lips) when you feel reaaally happy or grateful, like when she lets you copy off her on a test. but you never notice the look in her eyes, the want. the longing for something she can’t, or rather what she won’t let herself have.
bsf!abby who never initiates anything that could be deemed too weird for friends to do, but at the same time never complains when you do.
bsf!abby who doesn’t say anything when you fall asleep with your head on her shoulder. you were sharing earbuds, and the music must’ve lulled you to sleep. she only gently lifts your head to pull it out so you wouldn’t wake up with an huge red earphone/wire shaped imprint on your cheek.
she pauses. she’s still holding you, and she feels her focus moving to all the little features of your sleeping face. the short puffs of air leaving your lips, the curve of your nose where she often plants her “friendly” kisses, and the restless shifting of your eyes behind your eyelids. her thumb instinctively brushes your cheek, and when she realises she’s been staring a bit too long, she pulls away like she got burnt. your head drops back on her shoulder with a sigh and a shake of her head.
bsf!abby who may still be in denial about being Not straight. doesn’t know why she feels nauseous hearing about the new girl you’re talking to. she just nods along and pitches in with half hearted agreements whenever shes required to. she tries to play it cool when you ask what she thinks.
“i dunnoo.. she just sounds kinda whack.”
“okay, wow. you’re such a hater! she’s not even that bad.”
“i’m just telling you what i think! i don’t want you coming back crying because you got ghosted again.”
“right. okay. hater…”
bsf!abby who is so competitive. always yells out “first one to get to the car wins!” and taking off running immediately. and no, she won’t run at a slower pace just so you win. she loves you, yeahh… doesn’t mean she’ll give you free wins!
bsf!abby who loves wordle, connections, and crossword…the holy trinity of nyt games. she’ll regularly compare scores with you, all smug and proud when she guesses the word on her second try.
“hah, again? you used the worst starter word possible. the trick is to…” abby explains as she moves closer, peering at your phone over your shoulder.
her body looms over yours from behind. her arm reaches down to tap at your screen and point at something, and you cant stop yourself from tilting your head to rub your cheek against her bicep while you listen to her ‘strategies’.
“hey. i really hope you’re listening. this is important stuff, yknow.” she says, and smiles at your puppylike behaviour.
her other arm comes down as well and she squeezes you, tight. the side of her head presses against yours. she keeps talking, but you can feel warmth from her cheek seeping into yours. you can hear the smile in her voice and it doesn’t take long before there’s one on your face too.
warnings: nsfw, baking!!!, anniversary sex, established rls (married), wife!abby, top!abby, sub!reader, brat!reader, brat!tamer abby (? maybe if u squint idk), reader is fmab, fem!reader (described wearing lingerie + skimpy apron) fingering (r!receiving), abby grinding, clothed sex, NOT proofread i wrote ts at 4am
★ a/n: i did HELLA editing bc this was the original n i wasn't a fan, but i promised id finish it so here it is lmao.
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"tastes so good, baby," abby praises as she swirled her tongue around two of her fingers. the sweet vanilla scent of frosting lingering on her breath.
the air in the kitchen is thick with the scent of macerating strawberries and the unspoken tension humming between the two of you. it's your three-year anniversary, and you can feel her gaze tracking every flex of your shoulders, but you don't give her the satisfaction of a glance. three years of marriage has taught you exactly which buttons to push, and right now, the baking is just a very distracting opening act.
the two of you had decided to spend the late morning baking anything and everything. you'd started with the most tedious dessert: a two-tiered, heart-shaped strawberry shortcake. you could feel abby's eyes glued to you, but you chose not to pay her any mind. this was your way of teasing her—with the little apron barely covering your ass and lacy pink lingerie to match, it was clear you had intentions other than just baking.
you reach for a handful of flour, letting the white powder sift slowly through your fingers.
"you’re awfully quiet, abby," you murmur, finally turning just enough to catch her expression.
you "accidentally" brush a streak of flour across your chest, right above the hem of the ridiculous apron. "usually, you’re the one telling me I’m doing the measurements wrong."
the only response is the soft, deliberate thud of the strawberry bowl hitting the counter behind you. then, you feel the heat of her before she even touches you.
abby steps up directly against your back, her front pressing flush against your spine. She doesn't say a word at first, just lets her hands slide slowly around your waist, her palms flat against your stomach as she pulls you back into her. her touch is possessive, her large, ridged, and blistered fingers digging into your hips with a feral grip.
she doesn't wait for you to turn. Instead, she pulls you even tighter against her as she finds the sensitive dip of your shoulder with her lips. the kisses are passionate and heavy, trailing a path of heat from your collarbone up to the hinge of your jaw. you can feel the sharp contrast of her cool, steady hands against your flour-warmed skin as they slide upward, tracing the lines of your ribs with a feral, possessive energy.
you lean back into her, your head falling onto her shoulder as you let out a shaky breath. your hands find hers on the marble counter, your fingers twitching with the need to touch her back, but she’s already a step ahead.
with a soft, smirky huff against your skin, abby begins to slide her own wedding ring off her finger. you watch through hooded eyes as the metal clicks softly against the stone when she sets it aside. she doesn't stop there; you feel the slight friction as she systematically removes the rest of her rings, the metal clicking softly as she clears her hands there is nothing but skin.
your breath hitches, caught in your throat, as she leans in from behind, her heat enveloping you before she even makes contact. you feel the jagged rhythm of her breathing against your shoulder just as she lets her hand slide down past your waist with a passionate haste.
abby's thick hands palm your clit, her touch firm and calloused against your skin. her fingers find your slit and instantly met your slick.
"i knew you wanted this, you're so predictable," abby scoffs cockily, circling your clit with an almost practiced rhythm. "playing innocent isn't your strong-suit, sweetheart. just tell me what you want, yeah?"
"i can't be that bad, i got you to fuck me, didn't i?-" you begin to taunt.
the words die in your throat as abby's girthy fingers ram inside of you. you press your front against the cold edge of the counter, using it for support against the sudden rush of pleasure. you can feel the frantic, heavy heat of abby's breath against your ear, her chest heaving against yours. she can feel the way your breath hitches, the way your body betrays your smug words, syncing up with her own frantic rhythm.
a low, shaky moan ripples out of you, vibrating against her neck as you lose the battle to stay smug. it's a soft, wrecked sound that gives everything away. abby catches the noise, her own breath hitching in response, and she presses even closer, her hands and hips accelerating in pace.
it hits both of you at once—a sudden, violent surge that makes your vision blur. you let out a wrecked, breathless cry against the cold counter as you peak, your body arching and trembling uncontrollably. at the same exact second, abby stifles a choked sound against your shoulder, her body tensing into yours as she shudders through her own release.
the silence in the kitchen is heavy, broken only by your ragged, syncing breaths. you're still slumped against the cold marble, but as your head clears, that familiar, bratty spark returns. you turn your head just enough to glance back at her, offering a weak but triumphant smirk against her shoulder.
with a slow, deliberate grace, she brings her fingers to her lips, licking them clean while her gaze stays locked on yours.
"like sugar on my tongue," she murmurs, her voice a low, dangerous vibration that buzzes through your chest.
you let out a shaky breath, leaning back into her. "you're so dramatic."
abby doesn’t argue. she just shifts, pressing herself flush against your back until there’s no space left between you and the cold counter. her arms wind around your waist, anchoring you as her breath finally levels out against your neck.
𐙚 pervy!abby, who finds that you left a pair of your black panties at her place. she quickly finds herself picking them up, looking inside them and bringing them to her nose. the scent made her groan, they smelled just like you.
𐙚 pervy!abby, who sat down on the edge of her bed, squeezing her thighs together. “fuck..” she moaned, grinding her clit against the seam of her jeans. she leaned her head back, she needed more—more friction.
𐙚 pervy!abby, who starts unzipping her pants. she shoves them off her feet and pushes her boxers down to her ankles. her thumb starts rubbing her clit in slow, tortuous circles. “baby—need you..” abby whimpered, pressing harder into herself. abby found herself getting wetter, slick running down her pussy.
𐙚 pervy!abby, who grabs a pillow and puts it between her legs. she begins to grind and hump, needing the friction, needing to come undone. she pressed her hips into its stuffing, her walls clenching around nothing. her back arched as she moaned out your name, imagining it was your thigh she was humping.
𐙚 pervy!abby, who soaked the pillow with her slick. she didn’t care, she kept going. “mm—fuck, fuck—so close..” she whined, rubbing her clit on the edge of the pillow, “so good..” she whimpered. she went in harder, humping faster and rougher, she was so, so close. after one more excruciating grind, she lifted up her hips and a powerful stream of fluid broke free from her.
cw Ꮺ fluffy girlfriend things, and slight smut, strap use, sweet abby anderson
Only needs you to tell her about your coffee/drink preference once, and now she makes sure it’s in your hand every morning, perfectly made
Always opens your car door
Protector at all costs
Genuinely just a gentle big puppy 🥺
Leans closer every time you run your fingers through her hair
Lets you braid her hair (you’re the only person with that privilege)
Lets herself smile until the corners of her eyes crinkle when she’s around you because she loves you so much
Bad at showing affection through traditional gestures so she opts for buying every kind of flower there and creates a messy bouquet, that you still say you love
Needs glasses but doesn’t wanna wear them, but if you tell her to, she absolutely will
A little insecure about her little double chin but she entirely forgets about it when you’re kissing all over her face
Doesn’t know how to use a strap so you have to teach her gently
Afraid of hurting you in sex so you have to guide her, holding her hips
“Am I going to fast?”/“Am I going too slow?” all the damn time
Loves watching your facial expressions when she does something that makes you happy, and also likes watching how your face contorts with pleasure every time she’s strap-deep inside you
⎯⎯ you were desparate, so your plugs decided to find entertainment for you in exchange for what you need.
plugs!winrina x fem!reader .ೃ࿔ explicit content (18+, mdni), girlcock!, very small blurb, breeding, penetration, unprotected sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, back shots, slutshaming (alot), sloppy blowjob, cum play, not proofread .ೃ࿔ word count 900+
You sit between Karina's spread thighs, your mouth hungrily enveloping her hard cock. Meanwhile, Minjeong leans back against the couch, her eyes glued to a dirty scene while idly stroking herself and taking drags from her blunt.
Both girls watch intently as you take them in, praising your bravery for putting yourself in this compromising position – especially considering you didn't come with any cash. However, after their initial shock, they soon realize your desperation and offer you something else instead.
"That's it, keep going," Karina encourages, running her fingers through your hair, guiding your movements along the sensitive length of her shaft. As you lavish attention upon her, she moans softly, her hands gripping your head tighter.
"Damn, look at her go," Minjeong said, as she took a deep drag of a blunt, "lavishing onto your cock like the starving girl she is."
She reaches out, running a manicured finger along the seam of your skirt. Her touch sends shivers down your spine. You glance up at her, catching her eye as she offers you a devilish grin, that made your head litteraly spin.
Karina's voice is husky with desire, "fuck, Minjeong... you see how she's working that dick? That's some top-notch blowjob skills right there."
"Oh, I know…but it's even hotter seeing how eagerly she's doing it. No wonder she had to come to us begging for some fun." She winks at you, a playful smirk on her face. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves quite a bit, wouldn't you agree?"
You continue your ministrations on Karina's cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as you bob your head back and forth. The sound of wet slurping fills the room, intermingling with the occasional moans escaping from her lips.
Her hands tighten in your hair, guiding your movements with a firm grip.
She was reathless and panting, she looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. "Goddamn... you're really good at this. Keep going... make me cum in that pretty mouth of yours."
Encouraged by Karina's words, you redouble your efforts, your tongue swirling around her throbbing length as you suck harder.
At the same time, Minjeong got up from the sofa, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing herself against your back. Her hands wander lower, finding the hem of your skirt and slowly pulling it up to expose your bare ass.
Her voice drops to a husky whisper in your ear. "Damn, look at her go."
With a teasing smirk, she guides her throbbing member to your wet entrance, slowly pushing inside you as she starts to rock her hips back and forth.
Watching the scene unfold before her, Karina can't help but groan in delight. "Fuck yeah... watching you get fucked while you're choking on my cock is fucking hot."
Breathless from the intensity of her movements, she leans forward to whisper in your ear. "You're such a good little slut... let me hear you moan as I fill you up."
Feeling Minjeong's cock pounding into you relentlessly, you bite down on her cock to stifle your moans. The sensation only heightens your arousal, making you crave even more pleasure.
Gripping your head tightly, she lets out a low growl. "Come on…don't hold back. Moan for us... show us just how much you love getting dicked down while sucking that cock."
You felt her fingers entwined in your hair, she pulls it back roughly, exposing your neck to Karina's hungry gaze. With each thrust from Minjeong, she increases the pace, hammering into you with relentless passion.
Breathless and flushed, she growls in your ear. "You're such a dirty little whore... just begging to be used like this. Take it all, baby…take every inch of our dicks."
Karina looked down at the sight before her, she grins sinisterly. "That's it... let her use that tight little cunt of yours while you choke on my dick. Feels fucking amazing, doesn't it?"
Your body trembles under the onslaught of pleasure as she continues to mercilessly fuck you from behind. Meanwhile, Karina's cock remains rock hard in your mouth, her fingers still holding onto you tightly.
As her thrusts become more erratic, signaling her impending climax, you can barely manage to keep her cock in your mouth. The overwhelming sensations of being double penetrated push you closer and closer to the edge.
Lustfully watching the sight before her, Karina grips your head tighter, her hips bucking in sync with her thrusts. "Fuck yes... listen to her moaning, begging for more... she wants it so bad, greedy bitch."
As the intensity builds, she increases the speed and power of her thrusts, her body slamming against yours with each powerful stroke. You can barely catch your breath as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving you dizzy and desperate for release.
Breathless from her exertions, Minjeong leans forward to whisper in your ear. "You're such a good little whore... I'm gonna make you cum so hard, gonna breed you so fucking good."
With a final, brutal thrust, she lets out a guttural moan as she releases inside you, filling your insides with her warmth. At the same time, Karina pulls you off her cock, letting out a frustrated groan as she watches her cum drip down your chin.
"Fuck... Look at her, goddamn," she groaned.
"Wanna switch?" Minjeong asked, as her hand was still in your hair, pulling your head back.
Synopsis: Your attempt at making an honest living as a maid falls apart when the master makes a move on you. Luckily, he isn’t the only master at the estate. The woman you yearn for assures you—she has better plans.
Pairing: fem!maid!reader x dom!Winter/Kim Minjeong
Charms: smut, masturbation, grinding, scissoring, fingering, cunnilingus, face-riding, multiple orgasms
Stats: ✦ 5.6k words ✦ AO3 link ✦ Wattpad link
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A/N: i know this is longer than my other stuff but i promise that it turns into filth. also sorry for shit talking some rich guy for 4 paragraphs, we all need to hate him
The manor was ostentatiously grand, a testament to the greed of who owned the estate. Though it was a place of pretentious snobs under the oversight of an arrogant man, you were spellbound; after all, there’s no way this asshole designed every ornate detail that pleased your eye. The polished surfaces should make you feel dispossessed, fearful of even leaving a fingerprint, but the nature of the estate holder’s vile personality left you resentful and jaded.
He is rarely seen exploring the depths of the opulent mansion while the housemaids fruitlessly bust their asses to make it spotless. They only do it for one reason: validation. He had a cocky attitude and was the spitting image of a silver fox; the perfect combo for straight women with daddy issues. But with you being more withdrawn, of course he had his eye on you specifically. Just like any other man that can’t let it be if he doesn’t own it.
Promoted to be the sole maid of his quarters left you completely alienated by the other staff. They envy your position, but knowing this man so closely offers no satisfaction, only cynicism and a nagging feeling of reluctance that festers in your mind daily.
Lucky for him, it’s the weekend. He gets to be home, sitting at his desk while you clean his office. He says he needs you wiping his windows during the afternoon so you can block the brutal sun, substituting the blinds with your silhouette. It is disgusting to think too hard about, but it was ironically your favorite part. The view was stunning, revealing an open expanse of land where his collection of prized horses roamed freely, representing a fantasy most fit for a girl trapped within overbearing walls.
His chair creaks as he leans back, basking in your shadow. “Are the other servants still giving you trouble? They can be so jealous and bitchy, hm? Hahaha!” His laughter booms through the room, echoing off a ceiling built way too high for an office. Disgustingly too baroque for the room in which he most frequently enjoyed filling with such vulgar talk.
You reluctantly chime in with unenthusiastic laughter, quickly trailing off to sigh. “Yes, actually. They treat me like I'm invisible and when they can’t pretend, they snicker amongst themselves and give me dirty looks.”
He’s silent for a moment, his good mood collapsing like a tent with its poles sticking out dangerously. “But you know you’re better than them.” His voice drops low as if his next words will have any substance. “I wouldn’t have you here if you weren’t worth more.”
You sigh again, feigning a relieved smile at him. “Right, I understand. Thank you, sir.” Turning back to swipe your towel across the surface of the window, your gaze travels down to the stables, catching sight of the stablemaster.
Your heart skips a beat, the distance doing little to make the image of her familiar figure distort. The fantasy of being amongst free spirited animals could not hold a candle to the fantasies she fueled: the possibility of having a friend. Finally, someone who wouldn’t see you as competition in some strange harem hierarchy.
“Hey. Look at me.” You obey, holding your breath to restrain another exasperated sigh when you turn again. With those icy blue eyes, he gives you a dark and serious stare, black eyebrows furrowing like they’re too heavy, arms crossed. “Tell me…what can I do to punish them?”
“N-no you don’t need to do that. I don’t actually care what they think. I just feel alone.” It feels like a confession. The loneliness is truly a problem. Sometimes, his rambling would suddenly twist like this; with him prying into your mind and forcing you to open up. You hated how it provided relief. He isolated you, making it so that he’s the one person you can talk to in the entire manor.
You huff out the breath you forgot you were holding, expression hopelessly turning wistful and vulnerable before him. Turning to the window, you almost feel tears prick your eyes as they linger on the distant figure that guides a horse into the stable.
“I see… You know you have me, right?”
“Yes! Of course!” You whip your head back to him as you hear insecurity taint in his tone. “I think I just… need to get out sometimes. I want to walk on your beautiful property; visit with your horses especially.” You expected it to work, stroke his ego then score a field trip, but he grumbles with skepticism, your heart dropping into your stomach.
“What worries me about that, is the lady who manages my stables. She’s stubborn. That bitch may know more than me about training my horses, but she’s just lucky that I value quality more than just my personal grudges.”
“Well, I can just avoid her, right?” You’ve already been doing that anyway. On breaks and moments of free-time, you visit the field to see the horses, only to leave when you see her. Fear of soiling an interaction with her and subsequently losing all hope for human connection on the manor made you completely muted to her.
“Doesn’t work like that.” His sharp eyes connect with yours again like a threat. “She finds a way to talk to the girls I keep here.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what that means.” You hope it's what you think it means.
“I mean that she’s a lesbo.” He practically spits the last word like it’s meant to scare you and make your skin crawl in disgust, but your eyes widen, half-shock, half-excitement.
He rises from his seat, swiftly meeting you by the window, glaring down at you. “The problem I have with that… is that you’re mine. Anybody who doesn’t understand that just pisses me off.” His eyes drag down your body, breathing becoming ragged. “I need you closer.”
Dread fills your gut as he fulfills his wish before you can protest, pulling you in and pressing his hardness to your crotch. You flinch, springing back and gasping. He grunts with dissatisfaction when you retreat, briefly clenching his fist before releasing it in surrender.
“Think about it. Sun’s going down soon anyway.” He strides back to his desk with an enraged pout. “Dismissed.”
You don’t have to think twice. As you storm out and head to the servant’s quarters, the tears streaming down your face become inevitable. Pausing in the foyer, you inhale deeply, a sniffle firing in your sinus involuntarily as it follows the breath. The possible thoughts of your peers play in your mind:
“Must’ve been rejected.”
“She gets what we all want and just cries about it. How stupid is that?”
“Can’t handle all that hard work, huh?”
“How can she not handle this? Lightwork.”
Instantly opting to change course, your shoes carry you down the staircase with embarrassingly loud clicking noises. Breaching the oversized door, the vibrant greenery of the shrubs hits you like a tranquilizer. Grass crunches beneath your hurried steps as you disregard the carefully laid paths, weaving through bushes, finally meeting the fence.
You brace yourself on a post, catching your breath between sobs. The white horse you frequently encounter at the fence approaches heavy-hooved, ready to receive an apple. Her head hovers over the rail expectantly, blowing air from its snout. Bringing a shaky hand to the side of her face, you brush it against the soft hide, coaxing a soft sigh from the animal. You find yourself sighing alongside her, and the picturesque scenery finally registers.
The sun was nearing the horizon, its light painting the sky orange and casting golden highlights upon every tree and flower it touched. Your shoulders sag, forehead dropping onto the horse’s in relief. For a moment, the mare is still, frozen by either confusion or reverence. Before you can read into it, muscles ripple beneath its pelt, the creature pulling away to pursue a different objective. Your eyes follow the horse as it walks further down the fenceline.
Saints save me, there she is. Now of all times.
She held her hand to the horse bearing an apple. When the horse took it with a juicy crushing noise, she put her thumbs in her jean pockets and strode closer, head tipped sideways inquisitively.
“I always see you over here, but you get away.” When she’s close enough, her eyebrows raise at the wet streaks on your face. “Not happy to see me? Why are you crying?”
“No, not at all! I’m sorry, it’s just…” your eyes drift back to the pasture in a moment of contemplation. “A hard day at work.”
“Must have those days often. You work over here, right? The owner’s wing can’t be easy—I know how he is.” Her voice is a tender caress of consolation.
Swooning, your expression immediately softens, gaze meeting hers. She smiles even with her eyes in a way the master never could, carrying with it a sense of empathy you haven’t seen in many moons.
“Exactly!” You exclaim, smearing the tears from your cheeks. “He’s very annoying and never stops rambling. To make things worse, it feels like the other maids do nothing but worship him.”
“Close enough to hear those stupid rants, huh? You must be the girl that’s always wiping the huge windows in his office.” She leans with her elbow on the board next to you, attracting the horse again.
“Yes! He has me cleaning them for ages.” Your tone shifts back to melancholy by the end of your sentence as you recall the cleaning process and disturbing confrontation.
Without an ounce of thought, your hand drifts over to the horse’s head again with repetitive petting motions upon its soothing fur. Her eyes flit from you to the horse, returning with a glint of inspiration. “You wanna try riding her?”
“Um, I’ve never ridden a horse, so I’m not quite sure.”
“Well, I’m sure you want to.” She states it so matter-of-factly that you blush. To be read with such confidence leaves you anxious, but… more notably, you feel recognized for even your most guarded desires. “C’mon, you know you deserve it,” she says with a smirk.
“Ah… fine you’re right.” You sigh, smiling. “I really do deserve it.”
She nods and wordlessly leads the way. The smell of hay and manure only intensifies as you near the stables. You follow at her heel, tracking every endearing movement she made until you make it to the door of the tack room.
“Alright, just give me a moment while I get the riding gear.” She disappears into the room of dust and leather, leaving you to notice the sound of footsteps from behind. Alert, you turn around to see that they aren’t feet, but distant hoof-steps. The white mare approaches lazily, but you’re awestruck by her tentativeness.
“Awwww, she really followed us all the way over here!” Your voice pitches up with glee.
A chuckle comes from inside, followed by the clinking sound of fastenings. She emerges with a saddle draped over her shoulder, clutching the harness in her other arm.
“Winter has made herself my favorite for sure.” She heaves the saddle pad onto the curve of the horse’s back.
“Perfect name…So what’s yours then?”
“Oh, mine is Minjeong. Sorry—I figured you’d be more curious about her name.” As she fastens the harness, she gives you a stupid smirk; cocky and showing off teeth.
“Not true. I’ve been wondering what your name is too.” You state, clicking your tongue at her artificial drama.
“Really?” When she finishes securing the girth strap, Minjeong saunters over to you, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. “For how long?”
“A while.” Your body heats up under the pressure.
“Since when?”
“S-since seeing you from the window, I guess.” Stuttering at the sudden directness, your eyes dart to distract themselves on Winter, who snorts with impatience.
“I have as well.” Minjeong’s smile softens with great contrast to the confrontational tone, confessing her own interest as she inquires about your name. Put at ease, you reveal yourself.
“Beautiful. How about I show you the easiest part?” Minjeong takes your hand into hers, leading you to the horse. “Show me how you would mount her.”
Groaning with skepticism, you grip the horn of the saddle, cantle in your left hand. On the third attempt to heave yourself onto the seat, her hands grip your waist, hoisting you up so you can mount. You squeak in an unseemly manner at Minjeong’s firm touch, leaving you dazed on the swaying horse. She grabs your thigh, immediately making you tense up.
“Try to stay flexed down here, when the horse moves you don’t wanna just slide off.” Minjeong casually drags her fingers down your thigh, all the way down to the reins, guiding the horse on foot.
Such an insane tease.
“Stay steady and hold onto that horn.” She commands over her shoulder. Listening tentatively, you obey the advice she gives you. Minjeong provides commentary as she leads you to the gate like she’s preparing you for something.
“Think you're ready to go further?” She challenges as she fiddles with the lock on the gate, guiding Winter through before locking it behind her with responsible care. Anxiety crawls up your spine.
“Certainly not! I’m only—“
“Not alone, love.” Giggling, she gestures for you to scoot back, pulling herself up by the horn with impressive ease before you can offer assistance. As she fills the seat, your chest is forced flush against her back, a hand flying to her shoulder as you lose balance.
Minjeong looks at you from over her shoulder with a raised brow and lidded eyes. “Going anywhere fast tomorrow morning?”
“No.” You blurt impulsively, mind filled with nothing but dirty thoughts at the scent of her hair, voice carrying with it a warm breath upon her neck.
“Good,” she hums, low and seductively. “You'll probably be tired after the ride, but I have a private place of rest out there.” The air from your lungs gets caught tight in your throat as she grabs your wrists, wrapping them around her waist. “Hold on tight.”
You obey, fighting in vain to fight the shyness. “Gunna need to be tighter than that, baby—you’ll see.”
With a click of her tongue, she beckons Winter to drum the earth with her hooves. Minjeong snaps the reins, the white steed picking up the pace to gallop across the open field. She was right; you’re tight now, snugly pressed up on her back, body bouncing on the saddle as you cling to her midsection.
You realize that she is keeping her own body steady with her feet on the stirrups, leaving you, the secondary rider, to helplessly rock into her. Your inner thighs strain to stabilize as even your fingers start flexing. Minjeong’s abs tense under your fingertips when she chuckles.
Suddenly, arousal shoots through your core. You’re wet, repetitive impact on the saddle making you whimper on her neck. You just want to slide your hands under her shirt and feel her strong abs, eventually creeping up to fondle her breasts. There's no way you can work up that courage, but the shame doesn’t prevent the instinctual reaction from your body, core tightening. All you can think about is those sweet, sultry words before she took off.
“Be tighter than that, baby.”
You’re panting and praying the sound of thundering hooves smothers the sound, but your mouth must be way too close to her. She has to know what she’s doing. Throbbing deep inside, at this point you can’t help but grip harder. Your back arches slightly into the perfect pose for your aching clit to get battered. That’s when you realize:
I’m masturbating right next to her.
“You’re so tight right now, good girl.” Her voice is low, but projecting just enough for you to hear through the wind whooshing in your ears.
Then it hits you. A moan escapes and your body shakes viciously against her as you cum. In that heated moment, you can’t stop your hands from sliding up near Minjeong’s chest, eliciting a shiver from her. With perfect timing, Winter slows as she nears the trees, Minjeong lowering onto the saddle.
“Was it too much?” She turns to look at you with those sympathetic eyes, resting her palm on your knee, stroking up and down your thigh, hiking your dress up further—as if that would ease your quivering.
“It was a little fast, but I’m fine.” You say between breaths, the sweat on your forehead glistening back at her to betray your words.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slower now.” She rubs her thumb on your knee before returning her focus to a dirt path that leads into woods. You slump onto her, nestling your cheek on her warm back.
Still recovering from a full body rush of ecstasy and adrenaline, you feel the sleepiness creep in. As opposed to interrogative conversation, the air is filled with the sound of leaves rustling and the repetitive clopping of hooves. Your eyes flutter shut and maybe ten minutes drift past unnoticed until you're jolted out of the daze by Minjeong steering the horse off the trail, following a path carved by desire rather than gravel. It’s bumpier, but you know by now that Minjeong doesn’t mind you gripping her waist.
“We’re close now,” she says in a soothing tone, “then you can finally rest; I’ll feed you too.”
“Thank you so much.” You hum, nuzzling against her back.
In just a few moments, you meet the cabin. Like a secret in the woods, it sits humble, ivy creeping up its walls. “Not to brag, but I built most of this. I found it in ruins, so nobody really knows about it.”
“Wow… that’s amazing.” Your admiration for her grows more and more by the minute.
Minjeong hops off the horse with grace and extends her arms out, holding onto you as you slip off. Having been on the horse for what felt like ages, you stumble on shaky legs.
“Oh gosh, I almost forgot—you aren't used to this.” Her voice is tinted with worry as she helps you to a creaky chair on the porch, the wood weathered to a silvery grey. “Wait here a moment. I’m going to take Winter to the stall.”
When she returns, Minjeong takes you directly to the couch inside, treating you like some dainty princess to the extent you have to stifle a goofy grin.
“I’ll heat up some soup. Be right back.” She quickly strides away, seating her hat on a rack by the door before disappearing into the kitchen.
Leaning back with a sigh, your eyes travel around the room. Despite its shack-like appearance, the inside is well kept and clean, decorated with restored vintage upholstery and trinkets. The couch is covered by a blanket—probably to hide any holes or tears—so you opt for the plush, soft throw that hid an alluring pillow. As your sore body rests horizontal on the couch, you quickly slip into a shallow slumber. Feeling a gentle nudge, your eyes flutter open to behold a steaming bowl.
“Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, but I thought you might be needing this.” The bowl warms your palms as you take it. You thank her and she smiles tenderly at you, taking a seat next to you as you sit up.
After some jabbering between slurps about its savory flavor, you both silently decimate your portions. Soon enough, the room is now dimly lit by kerosene lamps as the sun dips beneath the horizon.
“Mmm, thank you—again. I can’t thank you enough for taking me all the way out here and treating me to this.”
“Of course, love.” She rests her arm alongside the couch behind your head. “Like I said, you looked like you needed it… so, tell me: why were you crying?”
“Ah, yea…” You set the bowl down on the coffee table. “Basically, the master wanted me to do more. Sexually.” You peer over at her, sheepishly, as if you did something wrong.
Minjeong looks at you with deep sadness, the arm behind you traveling to caress your upper-arm. “I’m so sorry. How did you respond?”
“I just left. He let me leave, at least. It’s stupid, but I feel betrayed. I just wanted this promotion to be a result of my hard work, but I should’ve known better.” You sigh. “Especially with the way that he is.”
“Well, don’t worry about that now. You can feel safe here as long as you need.” At her soothing words, you rest your head on her shoulder, releasing yet another sigh. “In fact, you should probably rest for the night, hm?”
“Yeah…” you mumble.
“I only have one bed and it’s a twin, so I can take the couch.” Minjeong offers.
“No, no, I don’t want to be alone,” you plead. “I’ve felt so lonely lately and… you’re the first person here to actually listen to me. I mean, not that I would manage to stay awake much longer, though. I could also take the couch if you want your bed—“
“Hey, It's okay. Of course I can sleep with you tonight.” She chuckles softly and you thank her again like clockwork. After leading you to the bedroom, she hands you some clothes, leaving you alone to change so she can go lock the door and put out the lights.
“Comfy?” Minjeong inquires as she closes the door gently behind her. You were already laying down, weighed down heavily with fatigue and yawning just to prepare yourself for responding. “Nevermind.”
“Yes, I’m very comfy.” You cover your eyes with your forearm out of embarrassment.
“Stay like that and don't look—I need to change too.” Minjeong says before you hear a drawer slide open.
For some reason, you don’t trust yourself to not look, so you turn onto your side to face the wall. You hear her shuffle for a few moments then you feel a hand pat your shoulder. Unshielding your eyes, you look back up at her to see Minjeong’s tender expression slightly illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window. Her gaze emanates a quiet affection that you don’t have the courage to acknowledge.
“Can you scoot for me, love?” She asks softly, breaking you from the trance.
“Oh—yes, of course.”
As you both shuffle into place beneath the covers, her arm comes to rest across your body and you instinctively tense. At your reaction, Minjeong lifts her arm to a hover.
“Is this… okay? Sorry, I wasn't thinking.” In reverence of the night, her voice is barely more than a whisper.
“Yes… it’s just that nobody’s ever held me like this before.” You whisper back.
“I see.” Her arm lies back onto you, but you still sense nervousness in the touch.
“But it’s okay, I like it.” You delicately pull her forearm closer.
A breath from her nose brushes the back of your head as she relaxes. With that, silence soon settles over you both, her warm embrace lulling you to sleep. Of course, your bodies would not retain this position for the entire night.
You awaken to find your legs tangled in hers, an arm wrapped around her waist, your face nuzzled against her chest, and shame barging into your mind. Despite the embarrassment, you can’t pull away. If it happened so naturally, how could you?
Minjeong isn’t having much restraint either; her arms hold your head like it’s her treasured stuffed toy. When you look up at her peaceful sleeping face, she stirs awake, eyes flitting open and slowly focusing on yours. You swear she turns a bit pink at the sight of you, but she just smiles and greets you.
“Good morning,” she purrs.
“Morning,” you reply, scooching up to be at eye level .
“You’re not going anywhere fast today, right?” Minjeong asks.
“…Not anymore.”
“Mmm, good.” She says.
“Are you?” You ask.
“I need to return around noon.” Her voice was apologetic. You instinctively pout and she sniffles with brief laughter.
“Then can we stay like this a while longer?” You look at her with pleading eyes, but when she answers affirmatively, you can't seem to stop begging with your gaze as it falls to her lips.
There’s nothing to hide the movement of your eyes and her tongue slides across her lips in anticipation. You inhale sharply, eyes darting back up to hers; Minjeong’s stare back into yours with an intensity you’ve only seen slim glimmers of prior. Your hand on her waist twitches anxiously and moves upward; her hand travels to your face, tucking hair behind your ear.
At her touch, you inch forward and hear her breath hitch. That’s when you know—there is no more use in hesitating. Minjeong exhales when you finally kiss her, cupping your face in her hand. Her lips are supple between yours, every movement a sweet reward that leaves you wanting more. In a matter of seconds, she starts to deepen the kiss, coaxing your mouth to open as her tongue hungrily joins with yours.
Your breathing quickens, hands daring to slide beneath her shirt, softly whimpering and shifting your hips as her thigh pushes up further between your legs. The formerly gentle hand at your face quickly travels down to your antsy hips to forcefully push them down onto her thigh. You break from the kiss to gasp and Minjeong watches eagerly as you squirm before taking the exposed skin of your neck into her mouth, sucking kisses that dangerously border on hickies. Now rutting against her thigh without assistance, she tickles your neck with a low laugh.
“You want this bad, don’t you?” Minjeong murmurs huskily.
At her words, you nod frantically, hands sliding up her shirt as if to beg for more. She grunts and relieves the pressure between your legs just so she can tug your bottoms down. When the bottoms get lost in the covers, her digits explore your folds, the slick sounds hitting your ears immediately.
“God, you’re so wet…” she groans breathily.
You press your fingernails into her skin and whimper, hips twitching into her touch. Minjeong grunts and throws off the covers, pushing up your shirt to expose you further. You discard the shirt and urge her to do the same. In a heated frenzy, the clothes are lost across the room, Minjeong aligning her cunt with yours as she throws your leg over her shoulder.
Starting slow, her heat slides against yours, the slickness oozing all over your inner thighs. As she finds the point where your clits clash, she moans, the sound alone making your pussy clench. Minjeong’s hips jerk, making you throw your head back despite the stunning view of her abs. You moan as she starts relentlessly humping your wet sex, her firm fingers gripping your thigh to keep it in place as she fucks you.
With her free hand, she palms your breast, kneading it until your nipple hardens to a peak and you’re writhing from the stimulation. Your hips buck into hers as your climax approaches and every ragged moan from her lips gives away how close she is too. Minjeong presses her hips hard against yours and they still, her eyes squeezing shut, head dropping to lean on your leg as a cracked noise erupts from her vocal chords.
“Shit, I’m cumming,” she cries out as her body shakes, the waves of her orgasm sending her hips gyrating onto yours, pushing you over the edge as well. Wrecked sobs that blend with hers spill from your mouth, meshing with the wet smacking sounds of your slick mixing.
As your bodies calm, Minjeong rises to her knees, pussies still connected by clear threads of sticky cum, leaning forward to kiss you. It's slow, like the first one, but with a scorching heat that can only exist after you’ve cum together. The kiss makes your mouth practically melt against her swollen lips, her tongue tangling and teasing another round.
You jolt as you feel her slender fingers return to your sensitive pussy, a digit circling your clit. Whimpering at the sudden contact, you depart from her mouth, turning your head to the side and scrunching your brows.
“M-more already?” You ask, voice wavering with uncertainty.
“Mmhmm. Just think about how much you’ll miss me later, love.” She purrs.
You look up at her smug expression as your skepticism ebbs away, her hair forming a curtain around you. “Okay—Ahh!”
She stops circling and rubs directly on the bundle of nerves, making you tremble beneath her. Taking her sweet time to watch you wriggle and twitch, she tortures your clit until your moans turn to begs. After Minjeong is finally pleased with your level of enthusiasm, she inserts a finger. The long awaited penetration makes the moan slip out like a breath you’d been holding too long and your head tilts back. Your shaky fingers wrap around her wrist as you hook your other arm under hers, pulling Minjeong closer until her nose is in your collarbone.
“Aww, you like me inside you, baby? You’re so soaked. I know you want more.” She mutters against your neck before sliding in another digit.
You moan breathily as her fingers start moving faster, every pass through your walls making you clench around them and raise your hips when her knuckles press against your entrance. The bobbing of your hips only intensifies when Minjeongs fingers curl into the soft, spongy spot that stutters your breathing when pressed. Her thumb swipes side to side on your clit, forcing your hips to quiver helplessly in the air, muscles straining to keep up with the stimuli.
Minjeong pants with arousal as she watches you, reaping the rewards of every reaction by virtue of her skillful deliberation. Every spasm—hers; every whimper—hers; every orgasm that ripples through your body—hers alone.
Your pussy coils around her commanding fingers as they stir up a climax inside of you. You twist toward her, catching her mouth when it hits. They crash into yours, softened by their plumpness and sharpened by the bite of her teeth on your bottom lip. When you can’t hold it in your tensed core any longer, a moan bursts out of the kiss, your hand fisting her hair.
Minjeong’s forehead rests on yours when you let go of her hair, her breathing coming fast and mixing with yours as you come down from the high she gave you. She drags her fingers out with a wet smacking noise and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. Then, using that slick hand, she holds your waist, moving onto kissing your neck. As she moves lower and lower with the kisses, you can't help but chuckle at her persistence.
“I won’t be the kind of master you want to run away from. Try complaining about this—I dare you.”
From anyone else, you’d be skeptical at those words, but with her saying that from between your legs after making you cum, you believe every utterance. You huff with arousal, hips rising to meet her glossy lips, but she pulls away just in time to leave you groaning in betrayal.
“How about you show me what you’ve learned about riding from yesterday, love?” She challenges, looming over you from her knees with hands on her hips.
“N-now?”
“Yes, you’ll act like my face is the saddle. How’s that sound, baby?” Minjeong offers, voice velvety.
You pause, the sensations of yesterday echoing in your body like a ghost. “Do you think I want to cum on a saddle of all things?”
“A bit.” She says with a smirk.
“Pffft. Even if I did want to, I would only be thinking of your face the whole time.”
“So what are you waiting for?” She jabs.
“For you to lay down instead of looking at me like I'm a piece of meat.” You snark.
Minjeong just laughs, crawling into position; you getting on top. When you look down between your legs, her hungry gaze rakes up your body. You throb and her eyes focus on your hole.
“Mmm, god, look at it squeezing for me.” She sighs in arousal, fingers prodding at your pulsing slit.
“Ahh—please, I can’t last long up here; my thighs are still sore.”
“Then sit.” Minjeong removes her fingers from the scene, pulling down on your hips.
Still afraid of sitting on teeth or hurting her, you remain tense until she wraps her plump lips around your clit, flicking her tongue and ripping off your restraint. You moan and the bed creaks as your thighs relax.
She hums in satisfaction, rewarding you with firm swipes of her tongue up your slit. Everytime her tongue hits your bud on the way up, your hips buck on her face, seeking more friction to your favorite spot.
“P-please, on my clit please.” You beg, chasing her tongue with each trace and a hand on her head, but she stops you with firm hands to your hips. You whimper in frustration, nails digging into her scalp, but she acts unfazed, instead shoving her tongue into your pussy.
Your back arches, instinctively widening your legs and grinding down on her face. Minjeong, having savored enough submission from you, mashes her thumb on your clit, making your moans turn to cries as she forces your hips to jerk and drip arousal down her chin. Thrusting into her torturous thumb and dropping onto her tongue leaves you feverishly riding her face, lost of all former inhibitions found on the last ride. The pleasure peaks as her tongue becomes ravenous, swirling in all directions to taste your walls.
“I-I’m cumming!” You cry out as you fall forward, a hand slapping to the wall. Minjeong’s free hand grips your ass, only releasing to spank and fondle it as the orgasm ripples through your body. You convulse on her tongue rhythmically as her thumb repeatedly strums your clit.
After your hips rock one final time, you bat her hand away from your abused clit, shakily rising off her face with an obscenely wet sound. You flop down next to her, chest rising and falling, eyelids fluttering shut.
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone now.” She says flatly.
“No… it…” You nearly lose your thoughts. “…it’s okay… don’t leave yet…” You slur your words like you’re drunk.
“I won’t—it’s only 8:30.” She states with a giggle.
“Don’t wanna… fall asleep… again…” you mumble.
“Stop worrying, I’ll get you up in an hour.”
Eyes still closed, you sigh in relief. Minjeong chuckles softly and nuzzles up to you, arm around your chest, and her head in the crook of your neck. You coo softly, leaning your head against hers. Just like that, your mind goes blank.
A/N: i was thinking about The Haunting of Bly Manor so much while writing this omg,,, the main character is in a lesbian romance and its beautiful so go watch it
D!ck grinding a girl she wanted much sooner than this.
It’s not weird to fuck your best friend of 4 years. Right?
Best friend! Sevika and you were utterly inseparable from the day you two met up at the wrong club in highschool.
Walking into an empty classroom, you saw a tall, broad figure looking down at her flip phone while she kept struggling to type on the keyboard. Her frustration showed, and it kinda scared you.
“Hey! Uhm. ‘You the president of the club?”
Sevika quickly glanced up in hopes that you had the answer to that question.
“Oh. Nah. M’waiting for a club though.”
“Me..too.”
Sevika looked at you with a confusing tilt before looking back at the flyer. 202. Room 202. Come for inquiries with Ms. Jacob’s at: 207.
A pair of eyes looks beside the classroom door: 207.
“Fuck. I’m stupid.”
You looked at the flyer she was holding and started laughing.
She darted her eyes down at you with a not-so-hidden-smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“We’re both stupid.”
…
The two of you survived horrible stages of your lives—including sense in style. You had your embarrassing wardrobe moments, she had her bad hair days. It never mattered. If you were humiliating yourself, Sevika was there to do ten times worse.
You never paid mind to her looks. Just her character.
Until your second year of college.
Sevika went through a really rough talking stage that had left her in your arms every night. You found it annoying at first since you pointed out red flags as soon as she started complaining about the girl. And you found it annoying that she started becoming distant, only talking to you during class. And those conversations quickly subsided before she took out her phone to respond to said girl. You’d find yourself boring into her eyes when she’d talk about nothing but her ‘relationship’.
You didn’t want to admit it, but the girl took a good chunk of your looks. She was pretty, but resembled you too much. You never wondered why.
People change. And in Sevika’s case, it was a way to unconsciously re-brand herself. She chopped half her bob off (shaved by hand of course. You told her to get it done professionally someday and she never listened.), her muscles suffocated through her old shirts. She already works out, but Sevika practically migrated to her favorite bench after every shift.
Did she always look this hot?
You shouldn’t. No. It’d ruin her.
Everyone in your circle had made it very apparent that Sevika was a prize to look at. You’d scrunch your face, trying to imagine your other half as anything but attractive.
“Ew. Don’t say that.”
“What? It’s true. Her biceps are so fucking biteable. You can’t deny me of my truth.”
Your face twinged with disgust.
“I swear to god I’ll snitch if you say something one more time.”
Sevika would rather die than confess to you.
She never felt herself worthy of being with such a heartfelt energy that eased her need for isolation. You were perfect, and she wasn’t. So she did everything in her power to suppress utter desperation. You never helped her case when you’d immediately run towards others for help: whether it’d be a lost person in the food court or an old woman struggling to push her cart away. She admired you for your effortless heart of gold shining in and out.
You didn’t know how, but the two of you started to evidently get awkward if intimacy interrupted your quality time. A shoulder brush would immediately leave Sevika muttering a ‘sorry’. The two of you getting smushed in a crowd left your cheeks dusted a hazy pink for the rest of the day.
What was up with you?
Instead of communicating, the two of you started drifting apart. Tuesday and Saturday hangouts slowly turned into just Saturday’s, until it was no days at all. Lunches grew farther apart until you stopped bothering to text her for future plans. It stung. Watching her talk to nobodies like they took your place made you wallow and grieve your friendship.
Like it was any easier for Sevika?
She heard in your circle that you were talking up a girl you found on a new dating app.
Dating app? You’d never. You always emphasized getting a partner organically in such an artificial world.
It wasn’t you. It wasn’t her girl.
She knew she fucked up. Hard.
She needed you back.
She missed you.
Vikki:
Hey. Did you hear about the New Year’s party next week?
Yea. But I have a date by then.
She immediately was taken aback, already backspacing majority of her sentences.
Vikki:
Can I at least come over to help you get ready?
Vikki:
You don’t know a thing about flirting lmao. We can go through talking points.
OKOK I GET IT DAMN js come over whenever u want. U got my passcode right?
Vikki:
Always.
…
“I’m just nervous! She barely texts me. She only texted me for the date. Therefore, I don’t know shit about what she’s into.”
Sevika snickered. You slapped her shoulder.
“Why are you going anyways? Sounds sketch.” A lighter crackled through the walls before a luminous flame attached to her blunt. The smell that once disappeared now filled the room again—nostalgic. Hers.
“She’s pretty. That’s my why.”
“Yeah, but you’d take a jester over a pretty statue any day. I know you, idiot.” An exhale of disappointment came out her nose.
You broke a smile before shotgunning her smoke. You never saw her bulge twitching.
“Since when did you care?”
“S-since forever. Obviously don’t want you kidnapped or some fucked up shit.”
She shrugged her shoulders while glancing at her bedazzled top. She bit her lip while muttering in a more serious tone.
“Just come with me and the crew. You’d have more fun.”
You frowned at her honest discernment before pulling out your phone to cancel the date.
“Fine.”
…
Getting ready for the New Year’s party left you with makeup duty. Sevika used to love feeling you in her lap while you packed on copious amounts of glitter on her eyelids. But now, it just felt different. Your thighs felt extra plushy around her waist. Your heat felt deliberately hot. You looked too good for your original date.
You felt something hard. You quickly looked down at a flustered Sevika.
“Oh..I’m. I’m sorry—“
“S’fine. Just finish me up. We’re gonna be late.”
When you shifted your weight, she winced. You did it again, and her head tilted forward.
Oh god. She was horny for you.
“Can I…?”
“Can you what, doll?” Her face was already scorching red. A face you only saw rarely.
“Mm..s‘not—“
You tried finding the right words while your hands started inching closer to her waist. It was a hard task to do simultaneously with her grey gaze on you.
“I-I dunno. Weird?”
“No..well. Not to me at least.”
You hesitatingly started toying with her zipper. Her bitten groans started becoming more evident when you started grazing her bulge.
“Baby. Wait. You sure it’s okay..? I—do you even take the pill anymore?
You were quick to hush her.
“It doesn’t count if you stick it in.”
You sheepishly giggled.
“I think.”
She obediently nodded with whatever you said as you pulled your underwear down and stooped against her cock.
Your needy pussy started gliding against her perfectly. The two of you methodically grind against each others slick.
“F-fuck.”
Sevika tilted her head back as she held your hips down.
“Been wantin’ this for so long.”
You couldn’t say anything but a weak nod as you kept going.
She needed to be in you so badly. The fact that she could only feel your heat from afar was cruel. If your pussy already felt this hot, how the hell would you feel if she could just slip her tip in to feel your walls?
Your hips started stuttering as you whined for her.
“V-Vikki! M’gonna cum”
“Cum f’me. M’close too.”
Her groans filled your ears. And at that point? you weren’t so sure if the pull out method was a bad idea.
Your date couldn’t handle this. Couldn’t handle you. Nobody could. She had to take matters into her own hands to make sure you were handled. She knew you best. You were on the back of her hand, and she was on yours.
Of course, that’s what her excuse was in her head.
Seeing you so needy did her enough. You drove her crazy.
The air was filled with weed and filthy sex. You collapsed onto her chest as she held you up, trying her hardest to not get her cum on your outfit. You both took sweet time to catch a breath. Her sweaty palms ran up and down on your perched ass.
“We still goin’ to the party?”
Your eyes widened quickly. You groaned out loud.
“Oh, fuck. The party.”
This was pretty rushed. Srry if it’s long but I just couldn’t get the idea out my headdd
content warnings: experienced!ellie x preachers daughter!reader, smut, innocent reader, religious guilt, closeted reader, mentions of god obviously, culty like church, sex in a church, scissoring, pussy eating, tit sucking, ellie talking you through it. lmk if i missed any! this is not proofread guys i wrote it at 1 am 🙏😔 men & mdni
wc: 1,383. mlist.
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lately, sunday’s had been blurry. you could barley focus on your fathers words because you were to busy thinking about your neighbor, ellie. she lived in your neighborhood with her father joel. she was a stark contrast to everyone else around you. mindless christain’s who seemed to think anyone who was different than them was kissed by satan.
you’d been hanging around with ellie. learning more about her as the weeks passed. sometimes she’d sneak over to your yard and help you feel the horses you had in the barn behind your house. you knew about her. her sin. she was quite obvious about it too. she’d make out with women right on her front porch. the church people in your neighborhood always glared with judgement. shaking their heads in disbelief and horror.
when you first saw ellie kiss a girl you were immediately curious. like something had awaken inside of you. it felt like the feeling you lied about having when you told your father you were touched by god. whenever you would spend time with ellie, your father would lock you in the prayer shed just for batting your eyelashes at her. he’d sometimes leave you in there overnight. but your mind would never stray far from thinking about ellie.
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it was another hot sunday. you were practically melting in the white cotton purity dress your father made you wear every sunday. he was preaching how the path to heaven was narrow. that there’s no room for sin. to always focus on the light. but your light wasn’t jesus. it wasn’t god or a husband and children. it was her. it was ellie. every time you thought about her you felt tremendous pain mixed with guilt. you wished that she was a man. so that maybe your father would approve. maybe then you two could be together in the open. if she’d even want you. you’d seen her with two different women just this week. your stomach hurt just thinking about it. you needed water.
quietly, you made your way out of worship hall and into the quiet hallways of the church. everyone was listening to your father preach. you found the water fountain and filled up a paper cup. your favorite place to sit out and escape from sermons was the church library. it was dark and quiet. no one ever came in there.
just as you were about to turn the knob of the library door you heard your name in a low raspy voice. you turned to see ellie walking towards you. wearing a flannel and jeans. her short hair in a half up half down. “what’re you doin’ here?” your voice came out sweet and confused. ellie never came to church.
“wanted to see you s’all.” she reached behind you and opened the church library door. coaxing you in with her. “you couldn’t’ve waited till after church?” you tried to hide the excitement you had that she was here.
“says the one sneakin’ out in the middle of her daddy’s preachin’.” a bashful smile creeped onto your face and you locked the library door behind you. making your way over to the table in the middle of the room. covered in a few different translations of bibles. you sat on the corner and ellie stood in front of you.
“you shouldn’t be here..daddy’ll lock me in that shed if he sees me with you.” ellie ran a finger up your arm. gently tracing the soft skin. “don’t care about that..”
“well i do. there’s not air conditionin’. it’s hot.” ellie just smiled pitifully at you. then she leaned in and trailed gentle kisses up your neck. moving your hair away so she had better access. you let out a surprised whimper. not expecting it. the most you and ellie had ever shared was a kiss. after that one kiss you locked yourself in that prayer shed. “this is wrong..” you whimpered out. you tried to focus on that light your father preached about. this was a distraction. from the devil. but god it felt so heavenly.
“it’s not wrong baby.” she whispered between little kisses. she was careful not to leave any marks. she knew what your father would do if he saw them. her hand slowly slid your dress up your thigh. revealing more soft skin for her to worship. “tell me you want me.” she kissed up your jaw line. then to your cheek bone and finally your forehead. waiting for that sweet voice to give her the consent.
“want you..” you couldn’t help but give in. everything in your mind was screaming at you to push ellie off and run to that altar. but you couldn’t. you wouldn’t. as soon as those words left your mouth, ellie pushed you back onto the table. she propped your legs up on the polished wood and slid your panties off. immediately dropping to her knees in front of you. your sweet scent filling her nostrils. she wasted no time diving in and lapping at your pussy.
a strangled moan escaped your lips. your eyes widening and staring up at the dark ceiling. the only light was a table lamp that casted a glow over the both of you. you’ve never felt anything like this before. your hips bucked into her mouth. that tongue was fucking magical. you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep anymore moans from spilling out. her hand found your free one. intertwining your fingers. soft whimpers and the noises of ellie eating you out filled the small library.
you were gasping and whining under your hand. as ellie’s tongue lapped slowly at your pussy her finger came up and rubbed tight little circles on your clit. trying to relieve that ache she knew you felt. she grunted softly against your pussy. your taste drove her crazy. she felt your pussy tighten and a little buck of your hips. then she pulled away suddenly.
you whined at the loss of contact. no longer trying to contain your noises. you looked up at her as you watched her start unbuttoning her jeans. sliding them down along with her boxers. she got onto the table with you and helped you out of your dress. that pretty bra that matched your panties too.
she pulled you onto her lap. your legs tangling so you were in a scissoring position then gently started helping you grind your pussy against her own. watching as your face contorted into one of surprise and pleasure. your hands gripping the the fabric of her shirt that was still on. soft moans slipping past your lips. “there you go baby..just like that.”
her voice was so damn hot. and those words too. you started getting the hang of grinding your hips just like how ellie guided. your pussies aligning perfectly. she let out a moan of her own. the sound making you even wetter. she leaned down and captured one of your nipples. her tongue running over the peak as your grinding got more needy.
her hand slid down to your ass to grip harshly. her eyes never leaving your face as she altered between your breasts. her other hand was behind her propping herself up. her bicep flexing which made you moan. you felt heat pulling in your tummy.
your hips moved with more fervor. moaning with each breath. ellie pulled off of your breast and leaned her forehead against yours. “so close aren’t you? come sweetheart..” with a few more thrusts of your hips you finally came. all the guilt and worry releasing with it.
a sob of pleasure escaped you. completely collapsing against ellie. she hadn’t come yet but she didn’t care. as soon as you were taken care of. both of your soft pants was the only sound in the library. her hand coming up to gently pet your hair. followed by a soft kiss to your head.
“might have to start coming to church more often.”
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