could you write something on eating out big pussy!abby for the first time
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big clit!abby x reader
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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧ some people just aren't into receiving, or at least that's what you think the problem is when it comes to the fact that your girlfriend of two months still won't let you make her feel good. until you accidentally catch her naked for the first time and suddenly you start to get an idea about what might actually be the problem.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : explicit language and content, use of Y/N, no outbreak au (modern), established relationship, references to sex, enlarged clitoris (clitoromegaly), slight misunderstandings. sexual content: kissing, dry humping (once again, to quote madeline argy: BRING BACK DRY HUMPING), mentions of strap-ons and sex-toys, cunnilingus, cum eating. slight dirty talk. mentions of past bodyshaming, embarrassment
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 5,869k
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : i mean i imagine her pussy to be an absolute meal in all my writing but this one really focus' on it. shout out to @onlyheluvsme for being the mvp of team big clit abby i highly recommend going through her masterlist for that it's... chefs kiss. ngl the smut is not my best but this has been fermenting in my drafts for like a week and showed no signs of getting better I'M SORRY. and finally, clitoromegaly is obviously nothing to be embarrassed by and i don't want anyone to take abby's shame/bad experiences in the past as me mocking the mutation but it is something others might not be as well educated about so i didn't want to pretend that doesn't happen. [ read on ao3 ]
Admittedly, it takes a few times before you start to pick up on a recurring theme and when you do pick up on it? You don’t just feel guilty but… Curious, and deep down… Disappointed.
Abby had wanted to take it slow and to her credit, you guys had only been officially dating for two months. Taking that into consideration with classes, part-time jobs and other college related things that meant you were both busy, it was understandable that she wanted to take it slow when you guys were able to see each other.
She was a gentleman, making sure to take you out on proper dates first — not just somewhere quick and then have her hand up your skirt on the car ride home but actual restaurants with recommended dishes and signature wines that just confused you. She’d kissed you properly for the first time in her apartment on date number three, a movie forgotten about in the background but even then, she’d wanted to keep the pacing of your relationship slow.
But when you did start to get hot and heavy? God, it was good. So blindsightingly good you didn’t notice that every time it seemed to always focus on you.
Climb on her lap? She readjusts you so you’re straddling her thigh instead and you’re so lost to the pleasure of your clit dragging against your panties and the hard muscle of her leg to pick up on it.
Your hand snakes down to try and touch her pussy? She’s got your wrists pinned above your head in one hand, your nipples caught between her teeth and her other hand rubbing fast circles against your clit before you know it.
It doesn’t help that by the time you’re both in those situations, it’s late and when Abby finally decides she’s pulled enough orgasms out of you — slick coating your thighs, sticky against your cunt, her chin shiny from where she’d used her mouth on you and fingers still smelling of you even after she’s sucked them clean obscenely in front of you — you’re too exhausted to even think about cleaning up, never mind returning the favor.
Which fucking sucks cause when you do realise you can’t help but pout at how many opportunities you’ve been robbed of seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head, to see what her pussy looks like as it quivers.
You were no stranger to pussy, it’s not like you wouldn’t know what to do. In fact you were proud to say you were very much a giver in that you could spend all day between a girls thighs much like Abby has done for you previously.
You’ve dated other girls before that maybe weren’t as keen on reciprocating and, given the circumstances, you assume at first that maybe that’s what Abby thinks about you. You had just rolled over and gone straight to sleep (albeit after making her spoon you and wrapping her big, strong arms around you beforehand so you’d feel safe in your fucked out state) so it wasn’t unreasonable to assume that she had assumed you were a pillow princess.
Respectfully to all pillow princesses, that misconception simply will not do.
So you try and subtly make it clear that you are very much interested in being a munch the next time Abby has you pressed into her sofa at her campus apartment, fingers buried knuckle deep inside your pussy, so wet you can hear every movement as she fucks you harshly. Abby’s got her mouth on your neck, sucking dark marks at your collarbones that make you whimper and keen before soothing them with her tongue and soft kisses as her thumb strums over your clit.
“So fucking pretty, baby, look at you swallowing my fingers so easily… Greedy little hole’s sucking me in” The blonde hisses against your skin, having to use her other hand that was groping your tits roughly to keep your thighs open. They’re shaking, threatening to slam shut even with Abby lying between them and you whimper as you feel her fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Last time she left the prettiest bruises there, you’d spent days pressing your own touch to them just to feel the ache, an embarrassing wave of sadness coming over you when they started to fade. So maybe you purposely don’t hold back from letting your thighs twitch and writhe so she’s forced to hold you tighter, just so you’re maybe gifted with another reminder of her touch.
“Please, please… Let me, I wanna…” It’s unclear what you’re begging for, to cum or to touch her. You’re so close but not quite lost to the delirium Abby brings by orgasm number three so you take advantage of that, shaky hand coming out to grip at the butch woman’s jeans but faltering, instead clutching at whatever you can grab when her fingers start pounding at that gummy spot deep inside only she seems able to find as your vision starts to white out.
You can feel yourself clenching around her fingers, the sound of your weeping pussy obscene as she continues her relentless finger fucking. “Shit, baby, you’re so.. Fucking.. Tight” she grits the words out, chuckling when she looks at you beneath her with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arching off the couch and your head thrown back so far. “You coming? Gonna make a mess on the leather for me? C’mon, lets see how messy this pretty pussy can get for me, yeah?”
It doesn’t take long after that, pussy squirting all over Abby’s hand and dripping down your ass to the leather couch like Abby predicted, but even then she doesn’t let up with her relentless torture of your clit and hole.
You try to grab at her jeans again, trying to unbutton them but she shakes her head, eyes wide for a split second before she’s making soft coaxing noises, your hands pinned above your head again. “All about you, baby” Is all she murmurs against your skin, before she makes sure to send you over the edge again and again, effectively cutting off any urgency in completing your task.
The next time you try and focus on Abby, try to make it clear you want to reciprocate is when the two of you are watching a movie at her apartment, your body lazily thrown over her and your head resting in the crook of her neck and your arms tossed around her.
Slowly your attention drifts from the screen, bored by some adaptation of a historical-fiction book Abby read but you’ve never heard of. Your lips slowly trail down her neck, featherlight kisses pressed to her collarbones as one of your arms drops and begins to drift below the blanket she’d pulled out to keep you both warm.
Abby’s attention is still on the film, still pointing out changes they made from the book to the movie but you know the moment she realises where your hand has gone. You feel her reaction more than see it, how her breath catches and her body stiffens. Your hand immediately stops tracing her crotch, teasing line drug along her slit over the fabric of her basketball shorts.
“Sorry, I didn’t— I shouldn’t..” You pull your hand away quickly, your apology rushed and face hot from embarrassment.
“We should, um.. We should focus on the film, yeah?” Abby says after some consideration, and you just wanna hide in embarrassment and shame because she clearly didn’t like that.
You miss how she clenches her thighs together, mistake her heart racing for being out of panic and try to ignore the failed attempt at seducing your girlfriend when she has you bent over the sofa a few hours later on her strap in the low light of her living room, cooing in your ear about how pretty you look dripping down her cock.
Maybe you come to the conclusion Abby might be a stone butch, a touch-me-not, whatever the hell you wanna call it. Because she seems to shy away with every advance you make to try and reciprocate.
You get it if that is the case but can’t help but feel like that should have been mentioned, communicated in some way so you didn’t feel so… Weird about it. Sue me, you think, is it so wrong to want to touch your girlfriend? Your incredibly attractive girlfriend? No, surely not.
You wouldn’t exactly say it’s a deal breaker, you like Abby a lot. Even in the little amount of time you both have been together already, she’s amazing and not just physically — although that is certainly a perk.
She’s thoughtful, caring, she makes sure to check in with everyone (seemingly knowing everyone on campus). She always sends a good morning and a good night text, even when she’s deep in her study sessions or writing papers. She makes sure all your dates are ‘real’ ones, even if it’s just going to her apartment to make dinner cause she wanted to make sure you didn’t feel like you were being used for your body. Hell, she even made sure to let you know where the spare key to her apartment was kept so you could let yourself in after that time you got caught in the rain outside waiting for her.
Which leads to now; Enter you, spare key in hand after sending a rushed text to Abby saying you were coming over to talk when you realised you couldn’t go any further without discussing boundaries.
You should have realised something had thrown a wrench in your plan the second you stepped foot in Abby’s apartment really, the small space weirdly quiet and steam slowly rolling out of her bathroom. Distantly, you can hear the low murmur of music coming from her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.
You’re calling Abby’s name as you push through the door, not bothering to knock as you assume she’s read your text. It’s only when you process what’s in front of you that you come to the realisation that you seem to do an awful lot of assuming — and you know what they say, to assume is to make an ass out of you and me.
Because Abby clearly didn’t read your text, not based on the horrified look on her face when you walk in on her stark naked on her bed. Her skin is flushed, still damp from the shower she’d clearly just taken and her hair dripping big, fat water droplets onto her chest. Her muscled thighs are spread open, heels digging into the mattress as her fingers remain still stuffed deep inside her dripping hole. Her bush is wild and untamed, a light brown that curls through her fingers as her other hand spreads her lips wide open
There’s a voice in the back of your head, a really unnecessary one that points out that it seems like Abby does like being touched after all, but maybe just not by you.
But the best part of the sight — or the worse part, taking Abby’s look of utter shock into consideration — is her pussy, just as a whole. Her enlarged clit, erect and pulsating as it seems to stand to attention. Her pussy as a whole is big, the kind of big that makes your mouth begin to salivate, embarrassingly, as you think playing with it.
It makes you realise you’d never actually seen her pussy before, that every time the two of you fucked she was either fully clothed or had her strap on over her boxers. How cruel of her to hide that perfect pussy away.
“I… I texted” You say weakly after a few moments of silence, stood in a half step in the door way.
Abby doesn’t move, and you don’t know what else to say as you spiral, murmuring apologies and rushing back out the door before Abby is able to process what just happened.
Communicating isn’t going so well, more so after you accidentally walked in on Abby’s post-shower masturbation session. She’s avoided pretty much all your texts asking to talk and even gone as far as changing her routine to avoid running into you.
It kind of leaves you in a weird limbo where you’re not quite sure where you went wrong. There’s definitely areas you could have improved on (i.e. actually communicating about boundaries from the start so all this assuming bullshit didn’t happen) but you texted, you said you were coming by. Maybe you could have shouted a hello when you first entered the apartment but the last time Abby was in when you did she said you didn’t have to.
You’re also just incredibly unaware as to what the state of your relationship even is anymore? Is Abby still your girlfriend? Does she only like to touch herself and not be touched by others? It’s frustrating, yes, but you can’t help but feel like you owe Abby the time to digest what happened.
After all, it was her that got walked in on in her own home, completely naked and knuckle deep inside of herself. You can cut the blonde a break.
Doesn’t stop you from salivating at the memory of how beautiful and fucked out she looked that split second before she realised she’d been caught, face contorted in pleasure and juices spilling down past her knuckles.
After a dozen texts to Abby, ranging from apologies to simple messages telling her you missed her and you would wait until she was ready to talk, it’s a week later you finally get a response. It’s simple, to the point and very Abby.
[ Abs ] : You can come to my apartment for dinner, we should talk.
A terrifying text to receive, given the circumstances. The ‘you can come for dinner’ aspect giving you a sense of security, it makes you feel like everythings fine but the ‘we should talk’ part? That’s sending ‘break up talk’ alarm bells ringing through your head.
You text back nervously, asking what time and if you should bring anything. You end up outside her apartment door, pointedly ignoring the space where her spare key is hidden like it might burn, with a bottle of wine in hand as you wait for her to answer.
When she does, there’s a tension between the two of you the moment your eyes meet and — thank god — it’s not a bad kind. It’s like suddenly you’ve both had the air knocked out of you, like you hadn’t realised you’d been missing a piece of yourselves until you saw what was missing right in front of you. Two months you’ve been together, god Lesbians were stereotypically quick to get attached.
You can see how Abby’s eyes soften, warm when she sees you and she has to steady both her hands on the door frame as she welcomes you inside.
“Dinner might be a while,” She says, uncharacteristically timid seeming, her hand drifting to your lower back as she guides you into the apartment. “Sorry, took a little while longer than I thought but, um… We can sit on the sofa? Maybe, uh, if you want we could talk now? Get it out of the way?”
Get it out of the way?
You place the bottle of wine on the coffee table, heart racing as you consider what Abby might be about to say. God, is she about to break up with you? No, she couldn’t be… She’s made dinner, it would be epicly cruel to break up with you and then expect you to stay for whatever homemade pasta dish she’s made.
“I’m sorry!” The words spill from your mouth at a rapid speed, not even bothering to stop to give her a chance to cut in — her brows shot high and eyes wide as you ramble. “I-I texted and I thought that was enough but clearly I didn’t think that through, and I totally should have shouted to let you even know I had arrived in the apartment but I just didn’t think. But.. You.. I.. I froze when I saw, I mean how could I not but I thought you didn’t like that, and I guess that’s my own fault cause I never asked what you do and don’t like — we kinda forgot to have that talk a-and—”
“Woah, woah, Y/N, slow—” Abby tries to cut in, hands coming to your arms to try and stop them from moving around wildly as you talk. “What are you talking about, c’mon, slow down.”
“It’s my own fault, I didn’t notice for way too long and when I finally did, I realised you probably thought I was just a pillow princess so I kept trying to subtly show my interest but you— a-and then you kept pushing me away or turning it back on me so I just figured you didn’t like being touched, stone butch or whatever but then i-in your bed… you… you were touching yourself a-and—”
You only stop, words cutting off suddenly, when Abby takes your face in her hands and forces you to look at her.
“Y/N. Baby, stop. I need you to breathe, calm down for a sec’ okay?” Her words are spoken so softly, the care dripping off each word as she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear gently. “Can you do that for me, slow down and take a breath?”
You nod slowly, watching her reverently. Abby’s tongue darts out to wet her lips as she watches you, taking a deep breath of her own. “I should have talked to you sooner, I’m sorry I just… got caught in my own head. Maybe none of this would have happened if I’d of done that, but if you still want… If you’re still wanting us I’d like to talk now, if that’s okay?” She sounds nervous as she speaks, the words almost practiced. You nod, giving her the time to speak and watching as her hands drop from your face to twiddle nervously on her lap.
“I… It’s not that I don’t like to be touched, I want— I really want that, but I… I haven’t had the greatest experiences in the past when it came to… Other people and what they thought of my body” Your heart aches as Abby speaks, her blue eyes cast down to where her hands lay nervously on her lap and her voice going soft.
“I just… Got used to hiding my body, you know and I didn’t even realise I was doing it until you… You remember that night we were watching the City of Thieves film and you—” She didn’t need to go any further, your face brightening in shame as you recall the awkward rejection. “I just didn’t know how to… broach the subject, y’know, and it’s not like I really thought you’d be judgemental and mean about my body but it’s just built up after so many negative reactions”
Your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes narrowing slightly as you stare at your girlfriend. “Why would I judge you? I know you’re big, I know you’re muscle-y, why would I be mean about that?” You ask in genuine confusion, causing Abby to freeze and look at you equally as confused.
After a beat, she speaks slowly. “You… You think that I was talking… about my body-body?” After a beat, you nod just as slowly. “I was talking about my pussy” She finishes after a long space of silence, blunt and to the point.
Your head cocks to the side, confusion still clear in your expression as you process what she’s saying. What the fuck is so wrong about her pussy? You didn’t see anything wrong with it in that small (but well committed to memory) glimpse you’d had of it. “I don’t?—”
“Shit, you don’t… You really don’t see a problem, do you?” She sounds like she’s in awe, like your total lack of an issue around her genitals is something groundbreaking which makes a simmering bit of rage begin to boil inside of you because who in their damn right mind made the beautiful, the amazing Abby fucking Anderson so insecure in her body she couldn’t even show her girlfriend what she looked like?!
“Shit, okay, uh… I mean, you know — you saw — it’s big. Fatter than the norm’ I guess. It’s a mutation, congenital… I just.. I guess a lot of people I’ve been with have found it weird, ugly a-and they didn’t really wanna.. return the favor or do anything I guess.”
Yep, definitely rage you feel below the surface. The idea that Abby has been dealing with this because of people that were supposed to care for her speaking so badly about her body, for their reactions to something she cannot control makes you clench your fists. But you force yourself to relax, fingers stretching out on your thighs as you try to remain cool.
“Like I said, I didn’t really realise I was doing it until you started to, y’know… And I don't know, I couldn’t stop myself from panicking that it was gonna be the same reaction all over again. I just.. I couldn’t handle seeing that look of… of disgust on your face, not… you.”
Your delicate hands reach out to capture hers, stopping her from picking at the skin around her thumbs nervously as she speaks, to get her attention. “Abby, I.. I know other people have reacted that way but I would never—”
Her cheeks tinge red, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth and a small smirk etching its way onto her face. “I know, Y/N”
“You— You do?”
She nods, looking up to meet your eyes. “Yeah, I know. I, uh.. I figured that out.”
Your face pulls together again in confusion and slight annoyance, if she knew that then why did you spend the last week getting ghosted?! “What do you mean?”
“You have this look that comes over your face whenever you get turned on… Normally see it whenever I’m getting you off but, uh… That day, when you walked in on me? You had it when you were looking at me”
Your mouth drops open, breathless as you take that in. It’s no surprise though, you had been incredibly turned on at the sight, even thinking about it now has a wet spot forming in your panties at just the thought of Abby’s legs spread to unveil that beautiful cunt.
Shaking off the haze of lust, you focus on Abby. “So… Why did you, I mean I was happy to wait as long as you needed — I mean, again, I walked in on you a-and you needed to process that shock — but… why did you wait so long to talk?”
She heaves out a slow sigh, scratching at the back of her neck. “It was just weird, this bizarre 180 I was experiencing where this thing about me and my body that was always… weird for others and that I was kind of, y’know, expecting to be weird for you was suddenly attractive. That made you get that fucked out, horny expression on your face and I… I couldn’t believe it.”
“And now?”
“I mean… I believe it”
At that, your hand comes out to lightly smack at her arm, the both of you falling into light rumbles of laughter. Your hand lingers on Abby’s arm, dropping after a moment too long.
“Asshole,” softly you shake your head, a smile forming on your lips as you dip her head down. “I meant and now what? I mean, I take it this isn’t you breaking up with me like I was worried about?”
Her eyes widen in slight horror, like she hadn’t considered all of the nightmare scenarios that had been swarming in your mind over the last week. “N-No, no, absolutely not. Shit, you didn’t think— God, okay. No, no breakup was ever considered for the record”
That definitely eases the weeks worth of tension that had built up.
You bite your lip, leaning forward into Abby’s space slightly. After a moment of silence, your needy eyes lift to meet Abby’s “Can we just skip to the part where we kiss and make-up?”
The other girl barely gets her own eager nod out before you’re clambering onto her lap, hands in her hair as you kiss her hard and messily. Your tongue licks into her mouth aggressively, small noises falling from the two of you as your hips rocks against hers. You missed this, missed how Abby tasted, how her tongue felt against yours as she explored your mouth just as thoroughly.
“I missed— missed you… so.. much” Heavy pants bracket each and every word, only broken by Abby pulling your lips back to hers as she devours you whole. She only pulls back with a high-keening hiss when you roll your hips in a certain way against her that makes her clit throb in her boxers. “Fuck, baby, careful” She sounds so pretty when she whines, her lip bitten as her head rolls back against the back sofa cushions.
Her head rolls to the side, looking at the kitchen before she swallows thickly, looking back at you. Her large hands move down to your hips, tapping the hip bones to get you to stand up.
“Gonna save the food before we forget and burn the apartment down, you… Get in the bedroom” The way she breathes the words out, like she’s as affected as you are makes your head spin and you’re quick to scramble off her lap and into her bedroom.
Abby’s on you quicker than you realise, shoes barely kicked off before she’s at your back and kissing down the column of your neck with her hands running up and down your sides. Turning to face her, you drag her down into a punishing kiss until you feel her bed hit the back of your knees. You don’t fall back though, turning the two of you so Abby now has her back to the bed.
You’re panting when you break the kiss, wetting your lips despite the messy kiss as you look up at Abby through thick lashes with deep arousal. She looks equally as fucked, hair messy from where your fingers have gone through it as you both made out and her blue eyes dark with need. “Get on the bed for me, Abs. Like… Like you were that day” You sound fucked out already, thinking back to when you caught her touching herself like a wanton whore. You see the moment it registers in Abby’s mind what you’re asking her to do, a single raised eyebrow as she breathes heavily.
Slowly she strips her clothes, kicking her own shoes off. You spend equal time helping her discard her clothes as you do standing back and admiring her form, salivating as her tits spring free of her sports bra. She’s just got her boxers left when she crawls onto the bed, laying back against the headboard before lifting her hips and pulling them free.
She pulls them past her ankles and throws them on the floor, landing with a soft noise by your feet. Not that you notice, no, you’re too focused on Abby. Lay back on the bed, completely bare with only her knees propped up straight and infront of her to cover that pretty pussy of hers.
Your eyes are dark, hungry as you stare ahead, right where you know her crotch is covered by her legs. “Abby, that’s not how you were lay when I caught you” The words are low, almost rough as you wait, watching.
Her long hair, free from the braid she always wears, cascading messily down her shoulders is pushed behind her nervously before she slowly spreads her thighs and finally mirrors the position you’d caught her in a week ago.
Her heels aren’t quite digging into the mattress with need the way they were that day, but Abby isn’t nearly as worked over as she was then either. Still, you move forward hungrily, almost drawn to her like a magnet with your palms spread on the mattress to catch yourself as you instinctively move to get closer to her glistening slit. You look like a predator, crawling up from the foot of the bed and settling between her thighs, eyeing her pussy like prey.
She’s wet, so fucking wet you know your fingers would glide with ease through her folds. It makes you dizzy with lust, watching how her large clit throbs as you stare it down.
“Fuck, what… What now?” Abby whines, voice soft and breathy.
“Show me what you were doing before I walked in” Your voice is low, rough and your eyes don’t lift once from her drenched core.
You can hear the needy whines from Abby, her soft little moans that make you want to bite and kiss at her skin but she does as she’s told. Her hands come down to her pussy, one hand spreading her lips wide to show you everything while her other eases in with slow circles against her clit.
Not that she needs warming up, not with how quick she is to react to the barely there circular motions she does. “C’mon baby, you can do more. What did you do with this pretty pussy after that?”
Bottom lip drawn between her teeth, Abby can’t help but watch your darkened gaze as she drags two of her thick fingers through her slick, coating them with her juices before working them inside her hole.
Instinctively you lean in closer, inhaling her scent as you watch her twitching hole stretch to take her digits. Each time she fucks her fingers into herself, slowly and so fucking erotically, you watch as her hips lift slightly to meet her fingers, clit bumping against her palm and leaving a messy trail behind.
“So fucking gorgeous, look so pretty stretched around your fingers” You barely register your own voice, that you’ve said anything as you practically drool at the sight. No, wait, you’re actually drooling. Okay, between that and the obscene sounds of Abby fucking herself you can’t stop yourself, deciding you’d waited long enough to give.
Still, you can’t stop yourself from teasing before you stop her as you begin by kissing up her ankles. Your lips make sure to suck the occasional hickey the closer you get to her inner thighs, laughing low and wickedly when you hear her whine so pretty and the muscles of her thighs quiver. By the time you make your way close to where she wants you — and more importantly, where you have been wanting to be all this time — you have to take a moment to just… stare.
Take it in.
Fucking beautiful.
Licking a stripe up her pussy, slow flat tongue against her before sucking her fat clit into your mouth and laughing as she keens, hips lifting off the mattress before moaning at the taste of her. Above you, Abby’s head eventually falls back against the headboard with a soft thud as she makes a low, whining noise.
That’s when you start eating her out like a woman starved, messy and unashamed as you go to town. Licking her long and rough, spit falling from your mouth as you suck her clit into your mouth and lay one of your hands flat against her abdomen to keep her from lifting off the bed. She melts like honey on your tongue, the sheets beneath her messy with a mixture of her arousal and your saliva as it drips both down her ass and off your chin.
You’re eating her out half with the desire to bring her over the edge, to show her what all her other partners should have been giving her this entire time, and another part of you wants to just lap at her pussy with no regards. Hungry for the taste of her juices on your lips, to swirl your tongue around her protruding bud like you’re lazily licking an ice cream cone.
Her hands are in your hair, torn between yanking you off her when you suck harshly on her fat clit, laughing as she whines and whimpers, or pressing your face against her cunt to keep you fixed in one spot when you start to go rogue
“Oh.. Oh god, yes!” She’s a mess, completely gone beneath you when you finally decide to focus on getting her off. She’s soaked, dripping down your hand when you do touch her, and flooding your mouth with her arousal so much that when you grow desperate — yanking her up and throwing her on her hands and knees, eating her out from behind — you can’t stop the way her arousal drips onto the sheets beneath. She’s too damn wet for your mouth to capture all of it and the thought makes you feel feral.
“C’mon, Abs, I wanna feel you cum on my tongue okay? Wanna feel that pretty clit throbbing in my mouth”
You’ve got your hands at the junction where her thighs and her ass meet, spreading the skin so you have the max amount of access as you bring her over the edge, Abby’s neighbours no doubt able to hear her reaching her apex with her wailing. You move one of your hands down as you focus your mouth on her clit, fingers pushing inside of Abby’s warm heat again and sighing against her slick as her hole sucks them in greedily.
It doesn’t take long until Abby goes rigid, screaming and babbling that she’s coming with her head thrown back as you continue your ministrations, working her through her orgasm happily.
“Fuck, you coming from my fingers or my mouth, Abs?” You tease against her pussy as she gushes down your wrist practically, lapping her juices up with your tongue and feeling it drip down your chin.
Her strong fingers thread through your hair and practically have to rip you off of her once overstimulation sets in, toned thighs twitching, desperate to slam shut and hide her pussy away from you. You let her pull you off, licking your lips with a wicked grin as you hover over her.
She’s redfaced, skin glistening with sweat and she looks completely fucked out. It’s a good look on her.
“What’s the verdict?” You ask with a teasing lilt, watching as she huffs out a laugh with her chest rising and falling rapidly still.
“Uh… Might let you do it again” She tries to play it casual but you swat at her chest lightly and she quickly falls into laughter. “Fine! I loved it, 10/10, I’ll write a damn Yelp review if you want me to”
“Who the hell even uses Yelp anymore, damn how old are you” You tease, caressing her cheek. “Promise me you’ll let me do that more? No more hiding”
Your voice is tender as you speak, eyes warm as you look down at her. Abby’s breath catches in her throat at the softness, the love she can feel and she nods up at you. “I promise. No more hiding away.”
so sorry for ghosting all of you — ive been so so busy this month and am going away for a while next month. my writing will be sparse but i survive on this shit so never expect my departure!
i might write this week but im feeling a bit burnt out and uninspired :/ if any of you still have reqs please feel free to leave them! they just might take a while lol
sleepy morning threesome w joel and arthur ;] — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, mfm, smut, no mentions of outside world, mentions of: threesome, penetration, somnophilia, oral, reader has hair, reader referred to as she ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pls leave reqs!!
the sheets ruffled around you, warmth shifting, when all of a sudden a wet thick muscle pushed between your cunt lips. however the half-dream state you were in prevented you from telling apart reality from your fantasies.
another mouth came upon your neck sucking lightly below you ear and leaving kisses in odd paths. the tongue between your legs began a lazy rhythm back and forth, causing your cunt to slowly leak and begin throbbing.
hands started to softly roam your body, and soon enough you realized this wasn't a dream. your sleepy eyes blinked open to find arthur's messy hair between your legs and joel beside you,
"mmm" you moan instinctively, hips bucking into arthur's mouth.
joel holds himself up on one arm while the other hand lazily roams your breasts, pinching your nipple,
"good mornin' pumpkin" joel drawls from above you, coming down to kiss your lips softly. your mind is hazy as it returns to the real world and the torture on both your lips doesn't help.
the lazy kissing and sucking arthur kept up with his tongue made your core heat, however it wasn't enough to draw an orgasm from you. arthur knew that though, knew he was toying with your sanity as his tongue played with your clit, drawing lazy shapes along it, lapping your cunt from hole to clit.
you moan against joel's mouth, hyperaware of all the hands on your body, the one joel had in your hair that also held him up with his forearm, the other one he had pinching your nipple, and finally the two spreading your thighs apart without reprieve.
"gettin' me all wet, darlin" arthur chuckles, mouth glistening from between your legs and he finally picks up a heavy pace with his tongue now that you've come to.
your hips buck against his face, hands finding joel's greying nape. it's difficult for you to keep the pace of the kiss, moans leaving your mouth with every suction of your swollen clit.
joel's lips trail down your neck, along your collarbone, and down your chest till they reach your left nipple, sucking it into his mouth. the feeling was overwhelming, both their mouths suctioning the most sensitive parts of you. joel's other hand came to give attention to your right nipple, rolling it between his pointer and thumb lazily.
the feeling had your back arching off the linens, a hand in each of their hair, guiding them as they used you. it felt almost surreal, your legs began to shake against arthur's head causing his hands to adjust and firm his grip.
your orgasm approached you rapidly, you weren't able to warn them when your arched back even more, pushing your chest into joel's face, thighs squeezing around arthur's face as your cunt leaked onto him — he let your ride out your orgasm, lightly rocking your hips against his flattened tongue.
"gonna let me in here, doll?" joel asks, hand sliding down your stomach to find where your cervix and womb would be. your head nods vigouriously, desperate for more attention to the leaking and puffy cunt arthur kissed lightly.
arthur's lips pulled back from your cunt, allowing himself to move up the bed beside you, sandwhich you in the middle. his hand pushed back the hair splayed across your forehead, leaving a sweet kiss in its wake.
"gon' have to get on all fours now sweetheart" joel says, tapping your belly after leaving a swift nibble to your nipple. however, in the wake of your sleepiness and post orgasm, all you an do is stretch yourself like a cat and roll over onto your stomach lazily,
"look at you," arthur slyly remarks with a laugh, giving your bare bum a light slap. joel watches the way the skin ripples, a light red hand print left as evidence, moving himself, he bends down to leave a teasing bite on the red spot,
"ah!" you yelp and giggle, pressing your face into arthur,
"feelin' lazy huh?" joel laughs, coming around the bed to grab your hips and pull them into the air, forcing your knees to hold up your lower body as your upper body and head rested on the bed.
the feeling of being ass up, face down, should have been embarrassing however your cunt was like an animal in heat, beginning to be filled. joel quickly caught sight of your glistening lips, slightly spreading at the position, your ass in the air, the sight was too much.
arthur, didn't know which view he wanted more in the moment, the one joel had of your ass and cunt or the perfect one he currently had of your soft back arched, ass in the air. he slide himself out of his briefs, slowing beginning to pump his aching cock.
the sight left you breathless with the need to feel as full as possible,
"please!" you whine, ass wiggling in the air as your cunt begged for attention, eyes on arthur's cock.
"patience, sweetheart" joel drawls, lazily sliding the redden tip of his cock against your puffy folds — your orgasm and arthur's tongue already having soaked you.
"what? does my baby want to come? does she want to feel nice and full?" arthur pets your head and maneuvers your uppers body and arms across his lower body, leaving his heavy cock in your face.
the sight has your salivating mouth wide open, your arms come onto either side of his hips as his legs spread around you. arthur watches your face as he presses his thick cock to your mouth, catching your eyes as you swirl the tip with your tongue.
from behind you, joel slowly slides himself into your tight velvet hole, feeling your grip suck him deeper into you. you couldn't help the moan that left your throat as your mouth wrapped around arthur's cock,
"look so pretty, baby" arthur grunted above you, watching as you attempting to press your hips into joel, mouth beginning a bob on his cock.
all you can give is a moan in response as each of your circuits begin to shut down, the feeling of being so full leaving you deliciously overwhelmed with desire. joel began a rapid pace behind you, holding your hips in the air as he fucked your cunt — pressing himself as deep as he could go, feeling the kiss of your cervix.
the sight was too good for arthur, watching your body as it rocked against the two men, mouth coming up off of him as you pressed back into joel, mouth pressing down onto his cock as much as you could as joel fucked you forward.
"bet you feel so full pumpkin," joel grunts out behind you,
"you gotta be a good girl and take it all" he teases.
"oh, you'll be a good girl and take it, right baby?" arthur mocks but you still moan a yes against his cock, making him grunt out.
it takes everything in arthur not to buck his hips, the feel of your hot, wet mouth around his sensitive member tightened his balls and he forced himself not to come at the sight of your focused face.
it was difficult to keep up, mouth becoming tired as you let joel's deep thrusts guide your body and mouth up and down on arthur. the feeling left you feeling entire too wet, chills along your spin, core desperate for release.
the hips behind you didn't last long in their deep rapid pace and quickly became sporadic and unrhythmic as joel's orgasm approached. your head quickened its pace against arthur as you felt him twitch in your mouth,
"fuck, doll" joel called out as he fucked you,
you purposefully squeeze your core, tightening your walls around him, leading joel to almost double over at the feeling. one of your hands finds the firmness of arthur's balls as you slowly begin to caress it.
within seconds, warm come is hitting the back of your throat as arthur pushes your head as far as it can go onto him, orgasm racking his body.
the sudden feeling orgasm, walls clenching around joel again. this time joel was unable to hold back his orgasm, painting your walls with his warm come. your body shook against the two men as your second orgasm of the night hit you.
moans and grunt filled the room as the three of you road out your orgasm, mouth and cunt filled with their come. after a few minutes of lazy strokes, they each pulled out with a low grunt, the warmth of you leaving uncomfortably.
"careful pumpkin," arthur gruffs, slipping you softly next to him as joel grabbed a warm towel to clean the mess between your thighs.
it was hard not to want to fall back asleep, pull each of them against you and simply soak in the two men who made you feel amazing, but it was time to start your day soon.
"did good baby girl" joel kisses your head and lays on the other side of you. you smile, proud your able to satisfy the men you love, proud they are able to do the same to you tenfold.
sleepy morning threesome w joel and arthur ;] — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, mfm, smut, no mentions of outside world, mentions of: threesome, penetration, somnophilia, oral, reader has hair, reader referred to as she ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pls leave reqs!!
the sheets ruffled around you, warmth shifting, when all of a sudden a wet thick muscle pushed between your cunt lips. however the half-dream state you were in prevented you from telling apart reality from your fantasies.
another mouth came upon your neck sucking lightly below you ear and leaving kisses in odd paths. the tongue between your legs began a lazy rhythm back and forth, causing your cunt to slowly leak and begin throbbing.
hands started to softly roam your body, and soon enough you realized this wasn't a dream. your sleepy eyes blinked open to find arthur's messy hair between your legs and joel beside you,
"mmm" you moan instinctively, hips bucking into arthur's mouth.
joel holds himself up on one arm while the other hand lazily roams your breasts, pinching your nipple,
"good mornin' pumpkin" joel drawls from above you, coming down to kiss your lips softly. your mind is hazy as it returns to the real world and the torture on both your lips doesn't help.
the lazy kissing and sucking arthur kept up with his tongue made your core heat, however it wasn't enough to draw an orgasm from you. arthur knew that though, knew he was toying with your sanity as his tongue played with your clit, drawing lazy shapes along it, lapping your cunt from hole to clit.
you moan against joel's mouth, hyperaware of all the hands on your body, the one joel had in your hair that also held him up with his forearm, the other one he had pinching your nipple, and finally the two spreading your thighs apart without reprieve.
"gettin' me all wet, darlin" arthur chuckles, mouth glistening from between your legs and he finally picks up a heavy pace with his tongue now that you've come to.
your hips buck against his face, hands finding joel's greying nape. it's difficult for you to keep the pace of the kiss, moans leaving your mouth with every suction of your swollen clit.
joel's lips trail down your neck, along your collarbone, and down your chest till they reach your left nipple, sucking it into his mouth. the feeling was overwhelming, both their mouths suctioning the most sensitive parts of you. joel's other hand came to give attention to your right nipple, rolling it between his pointer and thumb lazily.
the feeling had your back arching off the linens, a hand in each of their hair, guiding them as they used you. it felt almost surreal, your legs began to shake against arthur's head causing his hands to adjust and firm his grip.
your orgasm approached you rapidly, you weren't able to warn them when your arched back even more, pushing your chest into joel's face, thighs squeezing around arthur's face as your cunt leaked onto him — he let your ride out your orgasm, lightly rocking your hips against his flattened tongue.
"gonna let me in here, doll?" joel asks, hand sliding down your stomach to find where your cervix and womb would be. your head nods vigouriously, desperate for more attention to the leaking and puffy cunt arthur kissed lightly.
arthur's lips pulled back from your cunt, allowing himself to move up the bed beside you, sandwhich you in the middle. his hand pushed back the hair splayed across your forehead, leaving a sweet kiss in its wake.
"gon' have to get on all fours now sweetheart" joel says, tapping your belly after leaving a swift nibble to your nipple. however, in the wake of your sleepiness and post orgasm, all you an do is stretch yourself like a cat and roll over onto your stomach lazily,
"look at you," arthur slyly remarks with a laugh, giving your bare bum a light slap. joel watches the way the skin ripples, a light red hand print left as evidence, moving himself, he bends down to leave a teasing bite on the red spot,
"ah!" you yelp and giggle, pressing your face into arthur,
"feelin' lazy huh?" joel laughs, coming around the bed to grab your hips and pull them into the air, forcing your knees to hold up your lower body as your upper body and head rested on the bed.
the feeling of being ass up, face down, should have been embarrassing however your cunt was like an animal in heat, beginning to be filled. joel quickly caught sight of your glistening lips, slightly spreading at the position, your ass in the air, the sight was too much.
arthur, didn't know which view he wanted more in the moment, the one joel had of your ass and cunt or the perfect one he currently had of your soft back arched, ass in the air. he slide himself out of his briefs, slowing beginning to pump his aching cock.
the sight left you breathless with the need to feel as full as possible,
"please!" you whine, ass wiggling in the air as your cunt begged for attention, eyes on arthur's cock.
"patience, sweetheart" joel drawls, lazily sliding the redden tip of his cock against your puffy folds — your orgasm and arthur's tongue already having soaked you.
"what? does my baby want to come? does she want to feel nice and full?" arthur pets your head and maneuvers your uppers body and arms across his lower body, leaving his heavy cock in your face.
the sight has your salivating mouth wide open, your arms come onto either side of his hips as his legs spread around you. arthur watches your face as he presses his thick cock to your mouth, catching your eyes as you swirl the tip with your tongue.
from behind you, joel slowly slides himself into your tight velvet hole, feeling your grip suck him deeper into you. you couldn't help the moan that left your throat as your mouth wrapped around arthur's cock,
"look so pretty, baby" arthur grunted above you, watching as you attempting to press your hips into joel, mouth beginning a bob on his cock.
all you can give is a moan in response as each of your circuits begin to shut down, the feeling of being so full leaving you deliciously overwhelmed with desire. joel began a rapid pace behind you, holding your hips in the air as he fucked your cunt — pressing himself as deep as he could go, feeling the kiss of your cervix.
the sight was too good for arthur, watching your body as it rocked against the two men, mouth coming up off of him as you pressed back into joel, mouth pressing down onto his cock as much as you could as joel fucked you forward.
"bet you feel so full pumpkin," joel grunts out behind you,
"you gotta be a good girl and take it all" he teases.
"oh, you'll be a good girl and take it, right baby?" arthur mocks but you still moan a yes against his cock, making him grunt out.
it takes everything in arthur not to buck his hips, the feel of your hot, wet mouth around his sensitive member tightened his balls and he forced himself not to come at the sight of your focused face.
it was difficult to keep up, mouth becoming tired as you let joel's deep thrusts guide your body and mouth up and down on arthur. the feeling left you feeling entire too wet, chills along your spin, core desperate for release.
the hips behind you didn't last long in their deep rapid pace and quickly became sporadic and unrhythmic as joel's orgasm approached. your head quickened its pace against arthur as you felt him twitch in your mouth,
"fuck, doll" joel called out as he fucked you,
you purposefully squeeze your core, tightening your walls around him, leading joel to almost double over at the feeling. one of your hands finds the firmness of arthur's balls as you slowly begin to caress it.
within seconds, warm come is hitting the back of your throat as arthur pushes your head as far as it can go onto him, orgasm racking his body.
the sudden feeling orgasm, walls clenching around joel again. this time joel was unable to hold back his orgasm, painting your walls with his warm come. your body shook against the two men as your second orgasm of the night hit you.
moans and grunt filled the room as the three of you road out your orgasm, mouth and cunt filled with their come. after a few minutes of lazy strokes, they each pulled out with a low grunt, the warmth of you leaving uncomfortably.
"careful pumpkin," arthur gruffs, slipping you softly next to him as joel grabbed a warm towel to clean the mess between your thighs.
it was hard not to want to fall back asleep, pull each of them against you and simply soak in the two men who made you feel amazing, but it was time to start your day soon.
"did good baby girl" joel kisses your head and lays on the other side of you. you smile, proud your able to satisfy the men you love, proud they are able to do the same to you tenfold.
i will gladly take the smooch ^^ i ended up requesting more but forgot i was strawberry anon and didn't sign them ahh jsjwjsj honestly i eat up every single thing u post, so happy ur back !! - 🍓
no flash warning? I have epilepsy and my legs are shaking and spreading. Raw next question. I have NOTHING appropriate to say. 5 mins and a hair tie. Can we save hex. All 20 fingers. My fingers are tired. Who has my clothes? Both lips smiled. Born to ride forced to scroll. Bedsheet- soaked. To infinity and beyond. A tear rolled down my leg. FLASH US. This made my whole week, sorry I meant hole weak.
ahh you answered both of my requests tysm!!!! 🥹 they were perfect your writing never ceases to amaze me - 🍓
omg if i did two that means you must be amazing at reqs and should one thousand percent leave moreeeee! thank you so much though! i love writing and i love when people love my writing, here is a smooch 💋 if you want it.
I've been loving your big clit abby series!!! So blessed to have another talented writer in the fandom hehe.
If youre looking for inspo, how about flustering abby while she's driving? Perhaps some roadhead? I think abbys so perfect as a sub
road head!!!! ive always wanted to try this but isnt there some final destination scene or something about that? i like my head on my neck lol. sorry for that horrible visual heres your porn lol. thank you for the req anon!
˗ˏˋbig clit!abby vi´ˎ˗
in which abby gets road head — mdni, lowercase intended, modern!au, f!reader, reader has hair, smut, mentions of: parents, siblings, driving, cars, oral, fingering ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pls leave reqs
parts: one-five | six
after moving half way across the country with your girlfriend and flight prices being way too high, the two of you drove to your parents for your siblings graduation. the first few hours were perfect, you sang, played the license plate game, asked her which five letter word she could think of for ireland.
however, when hour five came around the tiredness hit,
"we should probably find another rest stop, i need to get another coffee" abby rubbed her eyes quickly, her other hand on the wheel.
"you sure you don't want me to drive?" you lob your head from looking out the window to her.
"absolutely not" she chuckles, her hand coming down to grip your thigh.
"we gotta make it to your parents in one piece" she jokes,
"haha" you mock, even though you knew she was right, you were a horrible driver.
a big blue sign passed on your right, 'rest stop in three miles, exit seventeen' and your eyes lit up,
"exit seventeen has something i think" you tell her as your hands begin to play with her hand on your thigh, lightly drawing shapes into the skin.
"alright" she says, moving around uncomfortably in her seat, the feeling of sitting for so long becoming bothersome.
a sweet silence came over the car, the radio playing softly, the sun roof open slightly letting the warm air and sound of nature in.
you couldn't help but to look over at your girlfriend as you appreciated the serene moment, the domesticity of it all. the wisps of hair that had fallen from her braid danced with the wind, framing her face like an angel. your eyes traveled down her beautifully sculpted face to her arms and chest, admiring the muscle through her black tank. the few tattoos she had along her arm ripple over her thick forearm as she rubs the warmth of your thigh.
the sight was one that quickly made your core heat and panties soak. your eyes trailed down to the hand on your thigh, watching the fingers closest to your cunt, suddenly hyperaware of every movement of her fingers. without thinking, your hips slightly buck as her pinky lightly glosses the hem of your shorts.
her head turns to your at the feeling, eyes slightly wide,
"baby?" she asks,
"i need you" you huff, removing the seat belt and bending over the console to press wet kisses into her neck,
abby's breath is caught in her throat for a moment and she almost swerves the car into the other lane. your lips start an assault on her neck and abby can't help the way she angles her neck to give you more room.
within seconds she's wide awake again, the tiredness from before completely dissipating with the shock of warmth of your lips behind her ear. one of your hands gripped her seat to hold you up while the other roamed her body, pinching at her nipples through her shirt,
"fuck baby, what are you doing?" abby asked, feeling her core heat at the feeling of you, clit becoming uncomfortable in her boxers. abby had to force herself not to close her eyes in bliss and focus on the road.
the hand that roamed her chest and pinched her nipples trailed down her stomach to find the band of her sweat shorts. your finger slightly pushed inside, feeling the warm skin underneath,
a shaky breath left abby's mouth, "be careful" she mumbled.
out of instinct, abby's thighs spread against the seat, foot staying on the pedal. the extra space gives you room to move your hand slowly down her abdomen till it reaches the hem of her boxers,
"can i touch you abby?" you whisper into her ear, shivers go down her arm.
"b-but i'm driving" she mumbles but theres a slight desperation to her tone.
"then you better pay attention," you say as your hand slips into her boxers.
with quick thinking, abby puts the car into cruise control, letting herself take her foot off the pedal — she had never been more grateful for the empty road.
her hips raise as she helps you guide off her shorts and boxers, leaving abby's soaked thigh to stain the seat. her thighs spread and you find her clit already at its full size, all pink and swollen begging to be sucked.
you moved yourself so your entire upper body laid across the console between you, your legs bent into your seat. with the side angle, you weren't give full access to her, so you had to improvise, spreading her glistening lips with your two fingers.
a line of spit comes down from your mouth onto her clit and abby's hips raise, cunt desperate for your tongue. you watch as her clit twitches before bending your head down to wrap your lips around it.
abby's chest deflates in relief at the feeling of your lips and tongue as they slowly began to massage her sensitive clit. abby's eyes stay on the road as you start to slowly bob your head up and down on her, hands gripping the wheel so tight her knuckles where red.
your tongue swirls around the reddened tip of her clit, the most sensitive part, mouth suctioning the rest into your mouth. you begin a rhythm with your mouth, bobbing your head slightly to press as much of her into your mouth.
abby's legs began a slow shaking underneath you, hand removing itself from the wheel to grab your hair into a ponytail,
"f-fuck that feels really good" she whispers into a moan, you moan in response letting the vibrations hit her core. the hand you used to spread her lips slipped lower to find her weeping hole, her slick covering your fingers within seconds.
your pointer and middle finger slowly slip into her tight hole, you pumped them into her until they were all the way in.
it took everything in abby to hold herself together, to not pull the car into the shoulder and let your finish her off — yet she wouldn't abby refused to give up the moment.
her hips bucked sporadically against you as you continued to fuck her tight velvety walls with your fingers, mouth lapping at her enlarged clit,
"i'm not gonna last" abby whines, head hitting the headrest behind her, eyes forcing themselves on the road.
your pace against her picks up and soon enough abby's hand is pushing your head down onto her clit as her orgasm rocks through her.
your fingers are met with a rush of her come as your mouth sucks her clit vigorously, tongue rapid against its tip. abby's moans above you stir you on, so instead of slowing down your pace and pulling away, you latch onto her.
abby's thighs quiver as a second orgasm approaches rapidly, so your fingers curl inside of her and she loses it again,
"fuck fuck fuck" she whines above you, hips unable to stay still.
your mouth final relents after you clean as much of her cunt as you could, lapping her slick into your mouth as you savored her taste. soon enough you were helping her guide on her boxers and shorts,
"c'mere" she said when you finally got her settled, you twist yourself around to lay across her lap, head into her shoulder as one of her hands wrapped around your torso the other on the wheel.
"you're a dangerous girl, you know that?" she asked you, hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to feel the heat of your belly.
the two of you slip back into the serene moment from before, however this time feels slightly more special, like your appreciating being together as one.
abby was grateful for the next few hours as you laid across her, slowing down when she drove near a state trooper, no need to get the two of you into trouble. she hadn't even realized she missed exit seventeen till she drove passed exit thirty-two.
Currently reading: I just finished Sunrise of the Reaping (after binding the Hunger Games series for the very first time right before), so I think my next book is going to be This is How You Lose the Time War
Last song: Tough Luck by Laufey (it has been on repeat ALLLLL DAYYYYY)
Last film: genuinely cannot remember, I am not a film person
Last series: Etoile (working on my third rewatch, this time with my theatre friends)
Sweet/savory/salty: Salty, generally
Tea or coffee: Redbull or tea, or just straight up eating espresso beans
Working on: Does finishing my degree count? That, learning to play 2 new instruments, and I’m 100 words into a fic (for the first time in years) that I cannot promise I will finish
Tagging (no pressure): @twisted-tales-told @robyngoesrogue @cinnamon-notes @aslongasitistold @giyuulatte @justcallmeemily @annafromao3 @my-name-is-jimmy (because I miss you pookie) @skuzzinfish
favorite color: um let’s say black this time but watch next time it’ll probably be something different
currently reading: run at the cup by thehomelybadger (caitvi hockey fic you MUST read) and thunderbolts tower fics and im gonna read the watchmen soon
last song: pharmacy by isaac dunbar
last film: thunderbolts*
last series: she ra and the princesses of power bc im trying to finish it but if we’re talking last show i completed, that would be étoile
tea or coffee: hugeee tea girly i drink green with lemon almost every night before bed, but i do like coffee too. i mostly drink the already packaged ice coffees
working on: i don’t even really know if im being honest. mm i guess figuring out what career field im going in? sure lets go with that
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fic about Joel giving birthday sex? I would love to read for my birthday coming up lol :)
happy birthday anon! i hope you enjoy!
˗ˏˋbirthday sex´ˎ˗
joel gives you birthday sex — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, smut, mentions of: alcohol, drunkenness, intercourse⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ leave reqs!!
no matter how many times you begged, you couldn't stop ellie and dina from throwing you a small party — they claimed it wasn't a birthday till you blew out your candles. by the time the night was winding down, you were wiped, sitting on joel's lap with your full body laid back onto his.
"we should probably get you home, missy" his thick hands pat your hips from their hold. you smile lazily into his shoulder,
"but it's still my birthday" you drunkenly giggle.
"it's actually past twelve" he chuckles at your intoxication,
with the party having died down, many of the guests had left — leaving just dina and ellie to flirt in one corner as the rest of the guests lazily recovered from the night.
"the girls were too nice to do this for me, i should make em' something" you whisper with your eyes on ellie and dina.
"yeah they really love you" joel replies, kissing the crown of your head. you smile at the thought, knowing just how much you love them as well.
after an hour of goodbye's and thank you's, joel finally got you home — the alcohol making you extra talkative. however, the smile never one left his face as he watched you interact with those you loved, watching the light in your eyes as your friends wished you well in your new year of life.
as the two of you made your way into your bedroom, joel couldn't keep his hands off of you. watching you with other people the entire night had finally caught up to him and now he wanted to give you his own version of a 'happy birthday'.
two hands came to wrap around your waist as you opened the door to the room,
"you ready for your last present?" he rasps into your neck, hands gripping your hips.
your eyes instinctively closed as you lean back into him, the bulkiness of his chest hitting you immediately. the hands around your waist start roaming your stomach, fingers grazing the hem of your pants.
"you already gave me a gift" you tease, letting the feeling of his roaming hands take over. joel's mouth comes down onto your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin.
"got another," he says into your neck, hands coming up to your breasts as his fingers pinched your nipples through your top.
your back arched against him and he quickly flipped you around, pressing your chest into his. joel's guides the two of you towards the bed, lips pressing into yours. one of his hands grabs at the hair at your nape as the other guides your body down onto the bed.
both of your breaths are rapid as you attempt to breath through the kiss, not pulling away once. joel's quick with your close, hands grabbing at the hem of your top, flinging it over your head. your hands tug at his own clothes and he laughs through the kiss at your enthusiasm.
soon enough the heat of his skin was pressed into yours, joel pressing himself as close to you as possible. his lips started a descend down your body, pressing sweet kisses into your neck then to your collarbone, on each of your taunt nipples, and down your stomach.
your back arched as his mouth went down your body, teeth grazing your abdomen. joel's teeth found the hem of your panties, tugging at it lightly,
"you had a good birthday, sweet girl?" he presses a kiss to the lace, rubbing his lips against the soft skin above it.
"mhm" you whine out, hips bucking in need of friction. you could feel the slick in your panties and needed the relief desperately.
joel chuckled at your slightly drunken desperation, finally tugging the lace of your panties down — joel slides his hands up the smooth silky skin of your legs, spreading them.
the sight before him causes his mouth to water on the spot, your cunt greeted him all glossy and swollen, begging to be relieved. he could see the way your hole clenched against nothing, desperate for stimulation.
"happy birthday, baby" joel presses a kiss to your clit before circling it with his tongue. you whine out immediately, hands coming down to grip his silvered hair.
joel's tongue flattened against you, licking a stripe from the bottom of your cunt to the top. his tongue prodded your hole, lightly making way into your velvet walls causing your legs to shake against his hold. his thick arms came around your thighs, holding you against him as he tortured your cunt.
he sucked your clit into his mouth, rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue and your hips immediately begin to rock against his face, squeezing your thighs around him. the way your moans filled the room did something to joel, making his cock harden against the bed beneath him as a slow rut of his hips began.
your orgasm rapidly approached as his tongue continued its rapid assault on your clit, you felt the knot in your lower abdomen tighten quickly. joel felt your thighs tighten around his head and let you take control of his face, your hips rapidly dragging your cunt against his tongue.
your eyes opened to find joel's eyes closed, hips rutting into the sheets, eyes furrowed as he focused on your orgasm — the sight sent you over the edge. you loved to see how much he worked to make you come.
joel felt the gush of your come against his tongue as your orgasm washed over you. he did his best to lap up as much of your come as he could before presses kisses to your clit.
"joel please, i need you" your hands come down to his shoulders, attempting to pull him up.
joel gladly obliges, pressing kisses back up your body. your hands find the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it as he helps you guide off his pants.
"my sweet girl deserves everything today," he rasps against your lips, pressing his hips into yours — his boxers being the only thing separating you two. the wet warmth of your cunt heated his lengthening cock through the fabric, making his chest heave.
joel helps you as you push off his boxers, letting his thick cock spring free. he wastes no time before dragging his reddened tip against the slick of your folds, lips finding yours.
joel kissed you through the torture, sliding his thick tip against the sensitive slick of your clit,
"joel please!" you whine against him,
joel chuckles against your lips as he guides himself to your tight hole,
"you had a good birthday, baby?" he kisses the corner of your lip.
your head nods rapidly as he slowly presses himself into you, the full feeling hitting you immediately. joel sighs at the feeling of your warm walls slowly sucking him in, the heat and tight tug of your hole making his chest heave.
joel began a slow pace inside of you, staring a deep rhythm as he pressed into you as much as he could. every time his hips pressed into you, you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix.
"fuck" joel groans into your neck,
you felt your second orgasm approach you rapidly as joel kept up a passionate pace into your heat and it took everything in him not to come on the spot — the sight of you too much for him.
"you best come with me, baby girl" his mouth found yours again as his hips speed up, losing their rhythm.
joel felt your walls begin to quiver and tighten around him as your orgasm approach and brought one of his hands down to your sensitive clit.
the overstimulation sent you into overdrive, legs shaking as your second orgasm washes over you. joel's orgasm quickly followed as your walls tightened around him, sucking his cock into your cunt. heavy white spurts of his come painted your walls and cervix as joel fucked you through your orgasms.
not once did joel's lips leave yours as the two of you orgasmed together, ensuring the two of you felt completely connected in the moment. heavy breathes were shared between the two of you when you finally pulled away, joel slowly sliding out of you.
his hands came around your bare body, pulling you into him. one of his hands played with your hair as the other kissed your fingers,
"i love you baby, happy birthday" he whispered against your fingers,
"mm, thank you joel" you sleepily whispered into his chest.
pls read ch.1-3 to understand thank uu — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, angst, leaves on cliffhanger, mentions of: anxiety, men, school ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ leave reqs!!
parts: one-three | four
ellie woke up the next morning with a pit in her stomach, she found herself sighing as she got ready for the day. the small figurine gift sat on her dresser, watching her like a crow — an omen. joel made banana pancakes in an attempt to cheer her up but the smile he received never reached her eyes.
it was tuesday, one of the days you and ellie shared several classes back to back, the first class being one of them. ellie attempted to ready her thoughts and words on the short drive to school but they were still so scrambled in her mind,
i'm totally sorry and i understand if you hate me, it was just the moment and i totally didn't mean it.
or
i don't understand why you can't see how much i love you, how much you don't love him.
but she couldn't say the latter, not if she wanted to keep you in her life. ellie's heart raced as her eyes made contact with the door of her first period classroom, what if you were in there already? with a pit in her stomach she walks into the classroom but your not there, she doesn't even realize the sigh she lets out.
its not that ellie didn't want to see you, god all she wanted to do was be with you right now, but she didn't know what you were feeling or what you would say and she hated that.
since there were a few minutes before class started ellie pulled out her journal and waited for you, writing her tasks for the day and drawing random shapes. she hadn't realize you never sat down by the time the bell rang and looked around with a frown to find you missing. she never misses class.
the period continued on until the bell rang again and ellie was baffled, she was sure you had a perfect absence, one your parents made sure your upheld. the thought made ellie's stomach knot, were you not here because you didn't want to see her?
so many assumptions ran through ellie's mind, you hate her, your parents find out and sent you to switzerland, you got hurt on the way to school and no one's found your weak body wailing for help — ellie was a worrier.
as ellie walked to her second class, she hoped you would be there when a hand grabbed her shoulder causing her to slightly stumble,
"hey, sorry" the familiar male voice said behind her, ellie turned around trying not to roll her eyes.
"hi jesse" she said almost monotone.
"what's up? you seen my girl anywhere? she didn't call me back last night," jesse questions, leaning onto the locker next to him. ellie had to bite her tongue before answering, wanting so badly to say that you weren't his girl.
"no, uh, haven't seen her," ellie huffs, hand wringing around the strap of her bag.
"her mom called mine last night saying some stuff so i just thought maybe she would've been with you" he shrugs, "alright, see ya"
"wait wait!" ellie calls after a beat, "what do you mean?"
"i don't really know, wasn't paying attention, gotta go" he laughs and turns around continuing on his way, the bell ringing with his quick footsteps.
ellie's mind is scattered as she quickly makes her way to second period, what could he be talking about? had you told your parents what happened? ellie found your usual seat empty again, same for third period and fourth; by then she had concluded you wouldn't be coming.
when lunch rolled around ellie made a beeline for the exit, skipping the rest of the day, what purpose was it to be there if you weren't? it was the only day ellie had experience school without you since meeting you and she fucking hated it. she found herself hating a lot of things when you weren't there. hated her empty passenger seat, hated that your music wasn't coming from her speakers, hated the fact there weren't two feet on her dash.
this was eating her alive, she was sure she wouldn't survive it. ellie couldn't stop herself as she drove to your house, the anxiety turning into some kind of need; she needed to let this out, she needed you to know.
the expensive cars your parent's owned were missing from the driveway, they were at work but ellie parked slightly up the block — just incase. what if you weren't here? what if they took you somewhere? what if you really did try to get to school and got hurt on the way?
with a sweaty hand, ellie knocked on the door three times. her teeth found her bottom lip, chewing at the sensitive skin to ease her nerves. she heard faint footsteps and the sound of a lock turning, it took everything not to turn and run.
ellie's chest tightened at the sight of you, nose red, hair unbrushed, pajamas still on — still so fucking beautiful. all of the words ellie had prepared flew out the window as she looked at you, silence stretched between you as you both stared at each other.
your eyes were wide as you found ellie on your doorstep, completely out of her element,
"what are you doing here?"
"we need to talk," you both try, both your cheeks reddening.
you wait a second before trying again,
"what are you doing here, ellie?" you ask almost shyly, finding yourself wanting to hide behind your door.
"you weren't at school," she says with a frown,
"no"
"jesse said something that scared me" ellie's hand tugs at her nape,
"oh"
"i needed to know you were okay" she finishes, hands coming back down to her sides.
"that i'm okay?" you repeat, looking up at her.
ellie watches as your eyes slightly gloss,
"ellie you're fucking killing me" your eyes close as a tear rolls down your cheek and ellie fucking breaks.
she doesn't even think before stepping through the threshold, both hands coming up to your cheeks as her thumb profusely attempted to remove the tears from your eyes. you instinctively lean into her warm hands, immediately feeling tingles spread throughout your body.
"oh baby please don't cry" ellie whispers, "what do i need to do?" her eyes scan your face looking for anything to reprieve your anguish.
your face crumples at the endearment, more tears streaming down your cheeks. all you want is to cave into her arms, let her make you feel better, but the cost of it would be your sanity.
you waited a beat before opening your eyes, you found her face inches above yours — anxiety written on all of her features. your glossy eyes find her lips and without thinking or letting yourself feel regret you kiss her.
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