cw: barest mentions of pet play (Ada calls you puppy once), mentions of being collared and having a leash, thigh riding/humping, dominant Ada, no explicit mention of gendered genitalia, one mention of being called "good girl"
a dull ache is beginning to settle into your knees as you stare up at Ada. she's lounged on the couch in your shared apartment, a glass of red wine in her hand as she swirls it around and takes a dainty sip. her other hand rests on her lap, fingers curled around the thin leather of a leash that attaches to the pretty matching collar around your neck.
it isn't often she gets to relax and enjoy herself so you decided to treat her this evening by trying something new. your mind was fuzzy as you shifted your weight on your knees, hoping to relieve the ache as you lean forward and rest your head on her lap. she smells good, flowery. idly, she sets her wine glass down and strokes your hair, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.
"You're being such a good girl for me, puppy." Her voice is a low purr as she finally looks down, tugging lightly on the leash just to hear the way your breath hitches.
she takes in the sight of you on your knees for her, eyes dazed. no doubt your face is warm and flushed. she can only imagine how wet you must be. probably dripping between your legs onto the floor by now.
"Come here. Since you've been so good for me," her voice purrs the words as she tugs your leash once more, urging you up into her lap.
she settles you over her thigh with strong arms, hands roaming down your body until they find purchase on your hips. with a whimper you shift your hips, breathing coming out in pants as her thighs grinds up deliciously between your thighs, right where you ache the most.
your foggy mind barely registers the praise she whispers in your ear as your body grows taut before finally sagging in release as you cum. she guides you through it with a lofty voice and firm hands on your hips, muscular thigh flexing beneath you.
you come down from your high slowly, registering her hands stroking your hair once more. you stay tangled up together on the couch in a hazy state of comfort and bliss, content to just be in the moment.
.ᐟ.ᐟ ATTENTION grace x reader, servicetop!grace, fingering (reader receiving), fem!reader, wlw, dacryphilia, domesticated couple, squirting -- not being able to sleep, you ask if grace can do anything to get you to shut your eyes. she knows exactly what to do. NOT proofread ;-;
it’s not often you find yourself in the middle of a sleepless night. you may not always get the recommended eight hours, but you typically make it through the night. and when you can’t?
your girlfriend, GRACE ASHCROFT, is always there to help you wind down. shy demeanor on the shelf with you, the only reason her heart rate is up now is due to the favor she's filling for you.
she knows exactly how to keep your body laced in her lanky arms, encouraging you to lean back into her chest while her fingers plunge into you fluidly…intentionally. grace replays your excuse as she anchors you to her body with an arm around your chest.
“i can’t fall asleep.”
her breaths match your gasps, the tip of her nose deep in your dimple while she works her fingers in you. the groggy young woman fight sleep with stronger pulses of her fingers, wrist beginning to tighten.
“gra—“ she immediately shushes you, shaking her head and propping your leg higher into the air with a thigh between your legs.
“that feel good?” she whispers against your flesh, feeling your body rock back into her. the nod you give fuels her, curling her fingers against plushy, damp walls that make her moan into your ear. she’s trying so hard to keep her eyes open, nuzzling into your shivering frame to feel the friction. “hmm, come on princess.” the nickname is stuttered on, quiet and vulnerable just like the thick atmosphere.
your hips stutter on hers, clenching her fingers with your excitement. weak, shaky breaths make her body throb with every exhale.
with her aim to please, she finds herself getting carried away. her fingers move faster at a pace that makes you choke out a groan and slam a palm over her hand.
“s—s-slow down,” you mutter, pushing her hand away with only a weak force, easily dominated by her fingers taking over once again. they scoop yours up, swatting them away before the blonde kisses your jaw.
“okay, okay. don’t touch, not yet,” she stumbles over your words while kisses pamper your shoulder. “don’t get in your own way,” she pants, biting the inside of her cheek from the feeling of your hips rolling against hers. she interprets your silence as frustration; the second your fingers clasped behind her neck, she melted into you.
her middle and ring fingers continue to curl inside of you, pulling her other arm from underneath you to anchor herself on her side. the analyst fishes for kisses, face nudging yours to face hers with a quickening pace in her hand.
she can feel the tightening of your cunt around her smooth fingers, small squelching noises filling the quiet air. the small whine of her name makes her smile over the apple of your cheek, nodding. “pretty girl,” she mutters like it’s her in your position. “wanna touch yourself for me? play with your clit for me? please baby?” she begs, the tip of her nose burying in your flesh. “i wanna see you do that thing I like. do you have it in you?” pale eyes peer over the natural hills of your skin to catch your shy fingers fondle with the bud above her active movement. grace swears she’s fallen in love all over again.
being with grace long enough, you’ve come to learn new things about your body. grace’s undercover talent of making you spill all over her sheets is rarely ever neglected, especially on nights like these where wearing your body out is the only way to catch a wink of sleep. “mmhmm,” you coo. with your team effort, she knows you’ll be slipping in her arms very soon.
your fingertips roll over yourself with a familiar motion. old faithful. the lust that lives in you makes you hotter, gripping onto your girlfriends neck tighter— only readjusting. she sees how desperate you are. how much you ache for it. the tears from your yawns make her keep down a giggle. “you do?” her question wasn’t seeking an answer, not when she seals your lips in between hers hungrily.
grace swallows the whines you croak down her throat. she doesn’t pull away, she doesn’t stop her fingers. in fact, she goes harder with her digits curling with care. the woman nods, encouraging you to keep going right along with her. her tongue cradles yours. with all of the devotion she has, you’d think she was fighting sleep herself. on the contrary, she’s exhausted, but… priorities.
the hunger in your kiss weakens, trembling around your girlfriend the closer you get. in her mind, you can barely keep it together. it fuels her. you’ve given up on her kiss, lips parted as you seek for air. grace doesn’t blame you. in fact, she opts to study you and dress you in kisses, feeling you get closer.
she’s there with you through it all. your trembling fingers, shallow breath, eager moans (swears), clammy body. grace doesn’t stop at all, not even for a moment. she’s even there when you finally start leaking over her fingers, soon spilling over her sheets with each pump she pushes into you.
your body tries to cling to its climax, seizing and jerking in pleasure. and as you do, grace braces you by keeping your leg open with her arm latched around your thigh. “oh, look at you,” she eggs on, kissing the top of your head. it’s only when your body finally begins to calm down, she exits you only to prop you firm against her chest.
your sighs are like a lullaby to the sleepy woman, choosing to cradle your body in her arms. “how are you feeling?” she quizzes, “tired yet?”
you nod.
“you did so good,” coming from her, you could turn into mush, but you turn to rest your head on her bosom instead.
“i ruined the sheets… i'm not sleeping in wet sheets.” that realization makes tired, mossy-stone colored eyes rip back open.
“right—" grace chuckles, “okay. let’s get you all cleaned up then? i can handle the sheets and maybe we’ll make it through the night.”
“thank you, baby." you steal a quick kiss from her, "i’ll sleep so good.”
Grace is inexperienced, but you're not. You help Grace get over her anxiety about her first time, showing her first hand what you do to please a pretty girl.
Tags: roommates, friends to lovers, first time, grinding, eating out, fingering(Both receiving), pathetic Grace, Top!reader kinda, aftercare
wc: 5.4k
a/n: For pride month I thought I should write a Grace fic because I need that girl BAD. Thank you to my friend for reading this and giving me feedback! This is kinda my first time writing smut so like sorry if it's bad but I hope you enjoy lesbians <3
You were laying on the couch, leg hanging off the edge lazily, exhausted from your day at work while you watched TV. It was some mindless reality show displaying fancy houses and women adorned with expensive jewelry and your eyes glazed over long ago. You were pulled out of your trance when your housemate Grace came through the door, kicking her shoes off and putting her keys into the little tray you kept by the door.
You had met Grace in college, both doing vastly different degrees but getting along nonetheless. She’d stay in her dorm while you went to a party, always complaining about assignments due in the next few hours. In the final year, the two of you shared a dorm, beds only inches away from each other while you dreamed of them being one. You’d been infatuated with Grace since you met her. You believed she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, short blonde hair and her nerdy glasses, the way she stuttered and darted her eyes around when she got the slightest bit nervous. Even though you knew Grace was also into women, you refrained from confessing to her, afraid that she wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings and you’d make her feel awkward. So for all these years, you watched from the sidelines, waiting for the right time. If it ever came.
Grace was pulling files out of her bag, most of them somehow getting crumpled, as you lifted up from your position, your back groaning with you.
Grace jumped, fingers digging into the paper as she looked over to you. “Oh, I didn’t know you were home,” She said, settling back down again.
You pulled your arms behind your back in a stretch as you got closer, putting your elbows on the counter. “It’s 8PM, of course I’m home,” you retorted and gave her a smile.
She chuckled and said quietly, “Of course.” More to herself than you.
You opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of juice. You gestured it her way but she shook her head, so you poured a glass for yourself. Grace finished organizing the papers out of her bag and hung it up, swerving to the desk in the corner of the living room, flipping her computer open. You’d found your spot on the couch again, watching her as you took a sip of your drink. Her brows were creased in concentration, face drenched in the bright light of the screen as she clicked in and out of tabs.
“Deadline coming up?” You asked, turning the TV off so the dramatic arguments of rich women weren’t getting in the way of the conversation.
Grace quickly looked at you like she was checking you were actually talking to her, then back to her computer, “Yeah. A couple, actually…”
You rolled your eyes playfully. After knowing Grace for this long, you knew how she was with work. She was great at what she did, no doubt about it, but her time management was something left to be desired.
Rising from the couch and taking another sip, you said, “I’ll leave you to it, then.” And began walking to your bedroom.
“Oh, wait,” She said quickly, turning in her chair to face you.
You looked back at her, eyebrows raised and waiting.
“I, uh, I got a date,” She said, a bashful smile coming to the front.
Not too long ago you had convinced Grace to try out a dating app, help her get out and meet more people. You curated her account with her, flipping through the candidates and debating on whether they were interesting enough. It was mostly for fun and games, you knew Grace wouldn’t actually go out with anyone, what with her work and anxiety the level of a prey animal. So for Grace to tell you this news, it came as a surprise.
“Really?” You say, failing to keep suspicion out of your tone. “Who with?”
She patted her pants for her phone, then looked over her desk, mumbling to herself. You looked over at the kitchen counter, spotting her phone. You chucked it her way and she began scrolling through. Finally, she showed you the profile of a gorgeous woman, same age as Grace and worked in software engineering. How boring.
As Grace was rambling out facts about the girl, you gave a strained smile and nod. You didn’t think this whole dating app adventure would actually produce something, but now that it did, you were faced with your own jealousy.
Grace softly called your name, “A-are you listening?”
You shook yourself out of your thoughts and looked at her again, “Yes. Yes, I am. She seems great.”
Grace smiled, turning off her phone and placing it on the desk, “Yeah. I’m pretty nervous, though.”
You sat on the arm of the couch, “What for?”
She sighed, “She invited me to her place.”
You playfully bumped her shoulder with your fist, “Grace Ashcroft, you dirty dog.”
Her laugh was thin, her cheeks fading to a soft pink as she tucked her hair out of her face, “I-It’s nothing like that– I don’t know. I mean, what if she wants to… You know.”
You smiled sympathetically. Grace confessed to you years ago that she’d never really had sex, the furthest she got was some heavy kissing and groping, anything past that was uncharted territory. It’s not like she didn’t know anything about it, she was a grown woman, she just didn’t know how to do it.
“Well,” you started, downing the last of your juice first. “If she makes you feel bad about being a virgin or anything then drop her.”
Grace’s face fell into her hands, sighing, “I don’t want to make a fool out of myself. I wish I had some practice.”
As soon as the idea came to your mind you pushed it down. You weren’t about to get in the way of your friendship, embarrass yourself and Grace. Also, having the rent of the place split between two was great.
“This’ll be practice, won’t it?” You said, holding yourself back from placing your hand on her shoulder.
She flung herself back in her chair, slumping down slightly, “I guess.” She pouted. “I’ll just embarrass myself, though.”
“No you won’t, Grace,” You laughed. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
She looked at you with that familiar kicked-puppy look she seemed to always have. Her fingers were tangled between each other as she fidgeted. “W-What if you… you know, gave me a rundown. Like, what I should know.”
“A sex-ed class?” You humored, cocking your brow.
She looked away, sighing, “No just… Well, yeah, I guess.”
“Diagrams? Videos?”
“Stop it,” She pleaded, her nerves making her cough up a laugh that you joined in with.
Your thoughts were running wild. I’ll show you how it’s done, was all you wanted to say to her. You wanted to take her to your room and show her how you please a woman and how a woman should be pleased. Your laugh ended with a shaky exhale before you spoke again, “Okay. What do you want to know?”
“I-I don’t know. What should I know?”
God, this was hopeless. “Well, you know the basics, the rest is just trial and error. Watch some porn or something.”
Her blush grew brighter as she placed her elbows on the desk, resting her chin in her palm, “I’m not doing that. That’s not real.”
At this point, your idea didn’t seem all that bad anymore. Grace was too embarrassed to talk about anything, you could barely keep your head straight, and she wanted something real.
“What if…” You said, looking over at the black screen of the TV. “What if I showed you?” You didn’t dare to look at Grace now, it would kill you if you did. But the silence was deafening and you needed to know if you had to leave and never see her again.
She was staring right at you, mouth parted slightly and eyes darting around your face. She was frozen solid despite the heat smoldering her face.
“You don’t have to,” You quickly added. “Just… You know, might be easier than giving you a lecture or whatever.”
She remained quiet. Very quiet and very still. That was a good start.
“It was stupid. I’m sorry,” You mumbled, turning your gaze away from her again to avoid the gnawing humiliation.
“N-No,” Grace finally said, blinking hard before looking down at the floor. “I-I mean, if that’s what you want, and comfortable with, I’m f-fine with it.”
Heat radiated off the two of you, making you want to take your sweater off but you thought it best to wait. You watched Grace as she kept her eyes on her feet and nervously chewed her lip.
“If you’re fine with it, I’m fine with it,” You practically whispered. If the room wasn’t so hollow and quiet, Grace wouldn’t have heard you.
She nodded, and you followed with your own. You got to your feet slowly and Grace closed the lid of her laptop, pushing the chair back in. You both timidly walked towards the hallway, and before taking another step you asked, “My room or yours?”
Grace hugged herself, “E-Either’s fine. I don’t really mind…”
You decided on her room, maybe it would make her less anxious.
Stepping inside, you took in the simplicity of her space. Her dresser sat against the wall next to her wardrobe, pieces of worn clothes laying on the carpet waiting to be thrown in the washer, and more beginning to pile in her basket. Her bed wasn’t made, the blankets still ruffled around from the night before and the smallest, faintest stain of drool on her pillow. She didn’t have much going for decoration, mostly pictures of her with her mum and college graduation, some old friends. It was bland, for lack of a better word.
Grace frantically began tidying her sheets, tucking them in and smoothing them out before offering you a seat. “Um, should I close the door?”
You looked over and saw the soft yellow glow of the lights in the hall, then back at her, “We live alone, Grace, no one’s going to walk in.”
She let out a shaky laugh, “Right, yeah.” But she still went over and shut the door with a soft click.
“Grace, we don’t have to do this,” You reminded her. “If you’re uncomfortable we can just pretend this never happened.” Even you knew that this wasn’t going to be forgotten for a long time.
“No, No,” She protested, standing a little straighter. “I-I’m fine, just…”
“Nervous?”
She smiled, but you couldn’t decipher if it was from embarrassment or fondness. “Yeah,” she admitted.
You patted the spot next to you on the bed for her to sit, and after only a moment of hesitation, Grace accepted.
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. We won’t do anything you don’t wanna do,” You said, finally placing that hand on her shoulder. She nodded, her eyes shut tight.
You felt bad, you really did, but Grace looked so cute when she was anxious. Her face scrunching up, her eyes wide, you could hardly contain yourself right now. You moved your hand to her back, rubbing small circles into it while she took deep breaths.
Grace looked up at you, “So… What do we do?”
You offered her a small shrug while trying to hold back your grin, “Do you wanna kiss?”
She nodded quickly, wiping her palms on her jeans before curling her leg under the other, swiveling to face you more.
You felt like a teenager again, a dumb smile trying to force its way to the front as you looked into Grace’s eyes and your body produced more heat. Slowly, you pulled your hand up to Grace’s cheek, guiding her closer to you. You felt her shudder against your lips before you connected. You started slow, getting a feel for each other and making sure Grace wasn’t going to freak out. Butterflies began rioting in your stomach, throwing a celebration at the fact you were finally kissing Grace, the girl you’ve wanted since meeting her.
The pace was picking up and Grace seemed to be relaxing. Her shoulders weren’t pressed to her ears anymore and she was leaning on her hands to get closer to you. Her lips were so soft, almost impossibly, you could feel yourself melting against her, a high coming on. Before you could stop yourself, you moaned softly into her mouth, brushing your tongue against her bottom lip. She opened her mouth wider, inviting you in, and you took the time to touch each corner of her mouth. Grazing her teeth, meeting the inside of her cheeks and fighting with her own tongue. She was panting, eyebrows knitted together while her fingers dug into you.
You pulled away slowly, reluctantly. “How was that? You okay?” You asked breathlessly. Both your mouths covered in a thin coat of saliva and Grace licked it away.
“I-I’m fine. It was good–great,” Grace tried her best to look you in the eye, but she kept looking down at your neck, or lap, or nose.
You smiled, leaving a peck on her lips, “You happy to go further?”
“Y-Yeah,” She said, rubbing the goosebumps off her arms. “What’s next?”
You shrugged again, “This is your lesson. What do you want to know?”
She pressed her lips together, thinking. As she did that, you dragged your hand along her thigh slowly, admiring her. Although perverted, you really hoped she’d be taking her clothes off.
“M-Maybe…” She cut herself off, sighing. “We could… T-Touch each other?”
The red kept burning deeper along her face, contrasting with her pale skin beautifully. You kept your hand on her thigh, gripping a little tighter, “I’m happy with that.” You grinned, and pulled her into a kiss again. It was no longer neat, your lips lazily smacking against each other, the lewd ambience of quiet moans and heavy breaths. You tugged at the bottom of her shirt gently, pulling away, “Can this come off?”
Grace hummed a response, shifting back. You pulled her shirt up over her and threw it to the floor. You were paralyzed by her body, unable to stop staring at her. She was slim, no scars or blemishes broke her skin apart from the rare moles dotted around. Her bra was sophisticated, black with additions of lace at the top of the cups, it concealed most of her breasts, with only some of the skin peeking out the top. It was driving you crazy. She wrapped an arm around her stomach and you finally snapped out of it, looking at her face again.
“Sorry,” You mumbled. “You’re just… Fuck, Grace, you’re so pretty.”
You heard a quiet moan escape her before she cut herself off. “T-Thank you,” She managed to say.
“Do you want mine off?” You offered, preemptively pulling at the hem.
“I-If you want to. I mean, n-not that I don’t want you to, I’d love that– not like that, I mean–”
You shut her up with your mouth on hers again, a deep kiss to get her back down to earth, and it seemed to work. When you pulled away, you saw her chest falling and rising quickly, but not at an alarming rate. Your eyes never left hers as you took your sweater off, chucking it on top of hers. This time, it was Grace’s turn to look stunned.
She muttered a shaky, “Oh, God.”
“Eye’s up here, missy,” you smirked. “Do you want to lie down?”
She nodded, scooting back to lay in the middle of her bed, her head resting against the soft pillows. You sat watching from the edge of the bed, taking her in. After all this time, you’d finally kissed Grace and had her laying in her bra in front of you. Trying not to get carried away, you slapped yourself out of your fantasies. You crawled towards her, adjusting yourself to be over top of Grace. Neither of you were touching, but you could feel a magnetic pull towards her.
“This okay?” You whispered, tilting your head down at her.
She pushed a strand of your hair out of your face, chewing her lip, “Yeah.”
“What do you want right now?”
She laid her arms over her chest, her pale eyes wide but somehow relaxed, “I just… want to keep kissing you. And see what happens.”
You couldn’t stop the giddy smile growing on your lips. You craned your neck down, planting your lips on top of hers again. Grace's kisses grew hungrier, more needy, lifting up her head if you dared to pull away. Her hands, still shaking, found your waist, gently placing them down like she was scared your skin would burn her. You held the side of her face, and slowly trailed down to her neck and shoulder. Your fingers ghosted over the top of her bra, making Grace’s breath hitch. You trialed it again, dragging over the band above her ribs. Her moan vibrated against your mouth, bucking her hips up before forcing them back down. That was enough for you. You held her breast in your hand, gripping tighter and brushing your thumb over her nipple. The whimper that left her made your head spin, you didn’t want this to stop. Grace's head fell back, breathing heavily as you kept toying with her. You slipped the strap down her shoulder, pulling the fabric away so you could feel her skin.
You’d nearly let yourself go, lose all dignity and completely ravage the girl under you. But with the last piece of sense in your mind, you look up at Grace through your eyelashes, “Is it okay if I use my mouth?”
Brows pinched together, Grace landed a hand on your scalp, pushing you down closer to her body. You grinned, getting all of her that you could inside your mouth, licking and biting. Grace cursed under her breath, her back lifting off the mattress again. Your tongue glided along her hard nipples, your other hand squeezing at her neglected breast. Grace’s hands snaked under you, desperately pulling at the button on her jeans.
You looked down, then back to her, “Need something?” You tease.
She looked past you and to the ceiling, pulling down the zipper, “I-It’s hot in here.”
You laughed softly, kissing along her jaw. You sat next to her as she pulled her pants down to her ankles, struggling to rid of them. You both giggle as you help her out of the trap she put herself in. Her underwear didn’t match her bra, probably from her rushing to get ready in the morning, it was a simple gray pair of panties, just plain cotton with no design or frills. What did stand out, though, was a faint wet patch between her legs. You subconsciously lick your bottom lip. How much longer was this foreplay going to last? You could hardly take it anymore.
You manage to free yourself of your pants too, just an old pair of pyjamas you threw on when you’d gotten home, and began settling back into your position on Grace.
She put a hand to your chest, “Wait. Can I, um… Could I try b-be on top?”
You swiftly moved to the side, albeit a bit too excitedly, “Of course.” You took Grace’s place on the bed and she swung one leg over you, sitting on your pelvis. You could feel the heat between her legs wash over you, and you were sure she could feel your own.
Grace’s eyes danced over your figure, her hands dragging along your sides as she breathed deeply. You lifted your hand to rest on her now bare thigh, rubbing a circle into it with your thumb.
“Hey,” You whispered, and her eyes snapped back to yours. “You okay?”
A faint smile played at her lips, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m, uh, j-just thinking.”
“About what?”
She swam around in her brain for the right words, landing on, “What to do.”
You tilted your head to the side. “Well, what do you want?”
Grace dropped her chin down, trying to hide her face as much as she could, but from your angle, you could see everything.
“What is it?” you asked, moving your hand to her hip.
“I-I don’t wanna say it.”
You chuckled softly, “If you don’t tell me what you want, then how am I going to know what to do?”
Grace lolled her head back, groaning, “I… I wanna… G-Grind, against you.”
You grinned, heat rising on your face, “That’s all you had to say.”
You gently pushed one of her legs off of you, slinging your leg overtop. Now Grace was sat on your thigh, with hers between your legs. You pulled her in closer to gain more friction, and Grace shuddered at the movement.
“This okay?” You asked in a hushed tone.
“Yeah,” She adjusted her position slightly to get more comfortable.
After watching each other for a second, you began moving your hips.
It didn’t take long for Grace to follow, her hands pressed on your ribs for leverage, biting down on her lip. It was slow, deliberate, Grace’s nails digging into your skin as she kept going. Her soft whines and moans only made you pick up your pace, grabbing a handful of her ass and pulling her closer. Grace was slowly unraveling, her movements grew sloppy, losing any rhythm that she previously had, her hands splayed out next to your head and her breath fanning over your face. Her bra continued to slip off, you wrapped around and unclipped the back, pulling it off and forgetting it in a corner of the room.
You could just feel how wet she was, her soaked panties rubbing over your thigh and almost sticking there. Reaching your own climax, you held an iron grip on her hips, helping her grind against you and reaching for her lips again. You could barely call it a kiss. Your lips brushed against each other, your teeth trying to get a hold of her mouth but you were both so lost in ecstasy nothing really connected.
“Fuck– I think I’m gonna–” Grace breathed out, sweat shining off her her collar bones.
“That’s fine,” You reply, barely able to pay attention.
“N-No, I want more,” She whined, letting her head hang down.
What she said sent a surge through your body. “What do you want? Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” You managed to say through your rugged breaths.
“Y-Your hands… Please.”
You felt like an animal, some kind of primal instinct to make Grace feel perfect right now. Trying to be as gentle as you could, you flipped Grace back down on the bed, leaving kisses down her neck as her hips continued to grind on nothing.
Laying beside her and leaning on your elbow, you nipped and sucked on her skin, licking her sweat along the way. You slipped a finger under the band of her underwear, pressing your lips to her ear, “Off?”
She frantically nodded and you made quick progress on ripping off her soaked garment. You started by just flowing your hand over her stomach, inner thighs and pelvis. You were teasing, yes, but you also wanted her to have time to prepare.
Grace grabbed your wrist, “Please.” She said softly, ringing around in your head as a sound you would never forget.
In no hurry, you took your hand down to her core, coating your fingers in her slick as you watched her face contort in pleasure and desperation. Once you felt you had enough, you pressed two fingers to her clit, making her jolt under you. Creating smooth, slow circles over it, you took in the symphony of her moans, breathy and low in her throat as she threw her head back. Your movements grew quicker and Grace couldn’t stop squirming, one hand latched around your forearm and the other tugging at the bedsheets.
You traced down to her entrance, testing her by running a finger over it. Grace bucked her hips up and you let yourself in. Grace moaned loudly, clamping a hand over her mouth as you pulled your finger in and out of her, curling up every now and then to see her reaction. And her reaction didn’t disappoint. You found yourself absentmindedly rubbing against Grace’s hip, desperate for connection and some kind of release. You pressed your forehead to Grace’s and she swiftly moved to your lips, her hand resting on your cheek. You could feel her clenching around your finger as she moved with you, her legs beginning to shake. Her hand reached down to your underwear and she started mimicking your actions over your clit. You pulled away from her kiss, a surprised moan leaving you.
Grace moved her hand, “Do– Do you not want–”
“Yes, Grace, please,” You groaned, pressing your body up to hers. Her fingers found their way under your panties, slipping as she tried to make those same circles. You both were absolute messes, huffing and groaning against each other while you added another finger inside her. Grace was falling apart, you could tell she was close to release. You pumped your fingers faster into her, uncovering her sweet spot and her back raised up like she had just been tased, but she didn’t stop touching you. Her own hand was gaining speed as she continued to writhe and curse.
Her hips matched your hands movements and she looked into your eyes. Her eyebrows sloped up, pupils blown, her lips swollen and red. That would’ve been enough for you to cum right then and there, and you got pretty close.
Your hand was starting to tire out, cramping at the wrist, but you knew you couldn’t leave Grace like this. You quickly pulled your fingers out, moved down so your face was in front of her pelvis and you looked up at her. No words had to be exchanged. Grace’s nails pierced into your skin as she raised her hips. You flattened your tongue against her, trailing up from her entrance to her clit, lapping up everything that had dripped out of her. You wrapped your arms around her thighs to subdue her squirming and continued to lick and suck as Grace cried out. She tasted amazing, you were sure she had drugs laced through her body making you addicted. Despite your efforts, Grace was still moving around relentlessly, grinding against your face and making a mess.
She moaned out your name, unable to keep her voice down, “I-I’m close.”
She didn’t need permission or affirmation, so your only response was flicking your tongue over her clit as fast as your body would let you. Grace’s fingers dug into your skull as her body tensed up, legs beginning to shake like her insides were experiencing an earthquake, and finally the knot in her stomach snapped, letting out sweet sounds you never wanted to silence. You slowed your pace after a moment, letting her ride out her high before she went practically limp, panting heavily.
You crawled back up and laid next to Grace, watching her chest rise and fall, her eyes closed and her frown no longer present. Once she collected herself, she turned and looked at you, a dazed expression painting her face. She grabbed your face and pulled you in, lips connecting.
She quickly pulled away, wiping her mouth, “Ugh.”
You laughed, licking your lips, “Don’t like it?”
“I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“I ate you out, Grace, my mouth will taste like that.”
She recoiled at the phrase, shoving her face into the pillow and groaning.
You crept closer to her, grinning, “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head furiously.
“Do you need a kiss?” You puckered your lips and inched closer.
Grace threw her hands to your chest, pushing you back, “I-I’m good, thank you.” No matter her efforts, she was smiling along with you as you continued to pester. Once she smushed your face with her palm, you decided to grant her mercy.
“I’ll go wash my mouth,” You said, moving around her and finding your sweater on the ground. You threw it on as you made your way to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at your mouth and chin coated in Grace’s arousal. You licked away what you could before rinsing your mouth out, swishing some mouthwash around just in case. And since you were already there, you decided to use the toilet. After washing your hands, you grabbed a small hand towel from the cabinet, dampening it with warm water before wringing it out. Once you got back to Grace’s room, she was still laying on the bed nude, staring at the ceiling. You handed her her top and laid next to her.
“You okay?” You asked once again.
“Yeah, I’m good,” She smiled and pulled her shirt over her. You placed a hand on her thigh, pulling her legs apart. “Wha– again?” She said, shooting up.
You chuckled, “No, I’m cleaning you up.” Holding down her leg, you dragged the cloth along her pussy, soaking up the last of the night. Grace flinched at the sensation, instinctively closing her legs.
You pushed her leg away again, “Stay still.”
“S-Sorry.”
You gave her another wipe. “Grace, stop squirming.”
She pushed her hair out of her face and sighed, “I’m sorry, I-I mean you’re kinda touching my…”
You exhaled a laugh, shifting to press your weight over her leg, “Now, stop moving.”
Grace stared at the door, concentrating, suppressing her movements the best she could. You may have cleaned her up for a little longer than you needed, just to watch her get flustered all over again, but she didn’t need to know that.
You placed the cloth neatly at the end of the bed, leaving a kiss just below her belly button before you got back up. “Now go pee,” You said, picking up the discarded clothes and messy hand towel.
“Huh?” Grace sat up, crossing her legs. “Why?”
“Mandatory after-sex ritual,” You told her, opening the door. “Keeps you clean and safe.”
Grace followed behind you, veering off course to the bathroom while you went to the laundry. You dumped everything in, planning to deal with it tomorrow and switched the light off, heading back to Grace’s room. While she was still gone, you rummaged in her draws for new underwear and pyjamas, laying them out on her bed neatly. Grace quietly made her way back in the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
You watched her, spying the light marks you’d left on her neck, smiling to yourself, “Here, get changed into these.”
She looked over the clothes, hastily stripping her shirt off and climbing into the new outfit. She must’ve wiped her sweat down while in the bathroom, her skin appeared more matte now as you watched her change.
You turned around, at least trying not to seem like a creep, and headed for the door again.
“W-Where are you going?” Grace called out, appearing presentable again.
“I was gonna go to bed, aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but…” She looked up at you, casting a spell over your mind. Those puppy eyes were back, glassy from fatigue and needy, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, “Can’t you stay?”
“I can do that,” You said dumbly, pulling yourself over to her bed. You let Grace get comfortable first, turning off her lamp before climbing in next to her. She shuffled closer and you threw your arm under her neck as she settled into your shoulder. You sank into the bed, raking your fingers through her hair and pulling at the small knots that formed.
“I… I don’t know if I’ll go on that date anymore,” She said quietly.
You turned your head to look down at her, “Why not?”
Silence filled the space between you while Grace kept fiddling with her shirt, “I think I’d just rather… Stay here, a-and do that with you.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you choked on the air, trying to keep your composer, “That good of a teacher, huh?”
She gave a breathy laugh, stealing a quick glance at you, “I guess so.”
You tucked your fingers under her chin and pulled her closer, pressing your lips together. “Good,” You said, pulling away. “I didn’t like that girl anyway.”
Grace laughed, slinging an arm over your torso and resting her head back on your shoulder. You rubbed her arm, watching the ceiling with a smile as Grace’s breathing fell deeper and her eyes heavier. It didn’t take long for it to have a hold on you either.
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