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[sinstear]

mean ellie fs loves a little face slapping here and there

idk what this is 😚

mean ellie who has you practically folded in half in your bed. knees pressing against your chest, her rough hands keeping them pinned against you with nowhere else to go. her raspy chuckle is ringing through your ears, and she’s hungrily watching how the tears roll down your face because she’s so deep and she can’t help but scoff under her breath. “can feel me real deep huh?” she mumbled. free hand pressing down on your stomach to prove her point, smirking smugly behind the pieces of hair falling in front of her face, enjoying the way your mouth opens with soft whimpers. 

“s’too much, els please” you whined. wide and glossy eyes peering up at her. her hips were snapping against you faster, fucking you harder. she was hitting every spot that had your toes curling, eyes rolling, and fingers clawing at the skin of her arm. “too much” you hiccuped.

“such a crybaby” she tutted. her body leaning forward, pushing your knees even closer to your chest, and grips your jaw in a firm grasp between her fingers. those hazel eyes staring right back at yours, silently watching the tears roll down your cheeks. “my pretty crybaby” she mumbled raspily. groaning like she could feel your cunt clenching around the silicone at her words. knowing there was nothing but truth behind them. “yeah, course you are. look at you, already crying on my cock huh?”

no words form in your throat so you’re just nodding wordlessly up at her, lips parting with soft moans. you’re already so out of it that you’re barely registering ellie removing her fingers from your jaw and looking at you with such a smirk that you have to blink away the tears in your eyes repeatedly. “el?” you mumbled. 

“say it” she groaned. stroking the side of your face with her fingers. “tell me you’re my pretty crybaby”

she’s so deep that you cannot think a single right thought and there’s no sign of her slowing down the longer you just look at her, mouth wide open and the only thing leaving your damn mouth is pornographic sounds that have her cocking her head to the side just slightly, lips forming into a pout. “too fucked out to say anything?” she rolled her eyes.

the sudden feeling of her hand hitting your cheek— not enough to seriously hurt you, just enough to have your ears ringing, skin lightly stinging, and brain going to mush, once again has your cunt clenching around the silicone, whines slipping from between your lips and nails digging harder into the skin of her arm. “els” you whimpered.

“say it” she muttered. fingers soothing the pain in your cheek, squishing them gently with a chuckle.

“m’your pretty crybaby” you sighed. leaning your face into the palm of her hand with a tired smile. her thumb making quick work towards your lower lip, where she brushes the rough pad of skin across it, humming.

“i know” she mumbled. tongue wetting her dry lips as she just swipes the spit from yours all over. “always so pretty, but you look even prettier when you’re crying on my cock”

[sinstear]

abby loves light taps. or even light slaps. there’s something about seeing you on your knees, between her wide legs, with your lips wrapped around her strap, strings of spit running down your chin, cheeks hallowed, and her brain always feels fuzzy when her fingers graze your face, only to send a light tap to the side of your cheek, encouraging you to go faster. for a few seconds her blue eyes widen when you’re gagging, worried she’s overstepped, done something you weren’t keen on doing, but when you whimper around her cock, she smirks before tutting and doing it again. “dirty slut, use that pretty mouth of yours and maybe i’ll slap you more, hm?”

or when she’s got you underneath her in her bed, limbs feeling like jelly, hands gripping any inch of her you can grab onto, while one of hers holds your hip,  grip that is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, the other holds your leg over her shoulder and she’s grinding her hips into yours at such a brutal yet delicious pace that has your back arching and toes curling. the sounds tumble from your mouth shamelessly. you’re on cloud nine, abby is too, and she can’t stop the shit eating grin that appears on her face when you’re tapping at the hand she’s got on your hip. “what, baby?” abby rasped out, voice strained and rough.

“need it.” was all you could whine.

“need me to give you a slap, huh? s’that what you want, pretty girl?” she taunted, looking down at you with that devious smirk on her lips. you didn’t offer her a response, just nodded deliriously beneath her, closing your eyes and gasping at each of her thrusts, not caring how loud you were being. “s’not how you ask. ask me.”

your eyes fluttered open at her words, and you whined softly under your breath. nails sinking into the skin on her arm, ignoring the small hiss she lets out. you were too in your own world, the pleasure your girlfriend was giving you had you falling deeper and deeper. “please,” you choked out, “want it.”

realizing you weren’t even focused on her words, abby removed her hand from your hip, ignoring the grunted whine slipping past your lips once she did so, she leaned down more and over you. her eyes trailing over your perky pebbled nipples before reaching up and gripping your chin between her fingers, prodding your lips with her thumb gently, but tutting when you go to wrap your lips around it. “s’not what you want this time, you can have them in your mouth next time.” abby promised, and she growls at the elicit whimper that rips through your throat when her hand slaps lightly at your cheek. wishing she could feel the way your cunt clenches around her cock. “you’re so dirty, hm?” she scoffs, rubbing the skin with her fingers to soothe the sting. “just a dirty little slut.”

“more.”

your eyes were wide as you looked up at her with a lazy smile on your lips, you had caught her off guard for a couple of seconds, not knowing just how much you enjoyed it when she gave you slaps or even the light taps on your cheek. she doesn’t even to do it sexually, but sometimes she gives your cheek a soft pat after she gives you a kiss before she leaves, and doesn’t notice your soft eyes, or feel the way your skin heats up at the action. 

the second slap she gives your cheek is a little harder, but the blood rushes to your head, your skull feels fuzzy, and a choked-out moan falls between your swollen lips. abby simply can’t help but laugh at your rection before pressing a gentle kiss to the skin of your cheek, soothing it as carefully as she could. “you truly are so fucking dirty, my dirty girl. gonna let me do it a few more times before i let you cum?”

how could you say no to that?

[scarsw1fe]

oh my god

[ohsweetluces]

smut . strap . tummy bulging .

Fuck.

Just imagine getting fucked hard by Abby while she fucking coos at you condescendingly and strokes the bulge her strap creates in your tummy.

You’re a fucking sobbing, slobbering mess and here she is caressing your tummy and letting you feel exactly where she’s pounding deep into.

Your eyes are so fucking blurry you can’t even see her clearly, your face burns with deep humiliation but then she speaks, “there’s my sweetest little girl, look at you taking mommy’s strap so well, there she is,” she rubs the bulge, her big hand engulfing it easily, “there it is, hmm? You want mommy to fill you up more?”

She manhandles you with ease, years of weight training finally paying off as she repositions you on your hands and knees.

Before you can crawl away, she wraps one muscular arm around your waist and slams her strap in your wrecked hole, bulging your tummy visibly.

You gag on your own spit, cough and cry harder.

“Abby—oh… oh, it’s deep.”

Your hand flies to grab at the bulge, her hand joins in on top.

“I know, baby, feel it? That’s all me.”

[scarsw1fe]

oh my fucking god

[wecrytogether]

GREEDY (long-ish blurb)

contains: brat!azzixpleasuredom!paige. porn without plot. dirty talk. dry humping mid-air. cum eating(?). kitchen sex. BRAT TAMER NATION RISE. mean!paige. shower sex. biting. overstimulation as a form of punishment. oral sex (a recieving). ass eating. strap. strap referred to as paige's dick. degradation (slut). dacryphilia. thumb in da booty. implied aftercare.

word count: 4.2k

niyah speaks: this is a blurb i wrote in an ovulation haze and then when i re-read it, i hated it. so i put on pnd4 and edited it... and i still hate it :/ but! i promised @hcneymooners i'd post it, and it also helped me ge tout of my writing slump so maybe i'll finally finish ldayluam chapter four. proof read(not really) as alway, enjoyyy and ttm about it in the inbox.

ONE

over the course of their relationship, paige had grown accustomed to how needy azzi was. it wasn't like she was that way on purpose. it was just natural for azzi to want everything she could possibly get her hands on. the difference between paige and the average human being was, she wholeheartedly believed that azzi deserved everything she ever thought of wanting.

and they were older now— less clumsy and more sure. but paige was just as dedicated to giving azzi what she wanted as she'd ever been. and all day, azzi wanted a reaction out of paige.

they'd gone to the state fair together, and azzi had made it her personal mission to drive paige absolutely insane. she'd been touching and feeling and whispering little devious nothings, and then she'd separate herself with a giggle and a scratch of her nails against paige's forearms. paige had spent all day with azzi pressed against her, holding her— teasing her. she'd been teasing her. she knew what the fuck she'd been doing. and she knew that there was nothing paige could really do about it until they got home.

they were home now.

it started merely as a placing of hands. paige just wanted to touch her at first. she wanted to touch her over and over again and drive her crazy so that they'd be even.

so after she locked their front door, paige crept up behind azzi, who was putting their food in the refrigerator, and slid her arms around so that one hand was splayed across azzi's ribs, and the other was just outside of her inner thigh. they were almost the same height, but azzi was so small in paige's hands.

the moment paige touched her, azzi fell into the woman behind her. she tossed her head against paige's shoulder, and pressed her ass into paige's hips and let out a long breath through her nose.

"hi, baby." she cooed, trying to take paige's hands in hers.

this was how she did it. how she got everyone to bend to her will. she'd drive them right to the edge and then turn soft and pliable like nothing had happened at all.

paige knew better.

she rotated her wrist before azzi could interlock their fingers so instead, she took azzi's wrists in her hands and held them tight.

"hey, mama." paige smiled into azzi's shoulder, amused at the gasp her girlfriend let out. "you okay?"

"mhm." azzi breathed out, and when paige opened her mouth and sucked at dip between azzi's neck and collarbone, she nodded her head as if that action solidified the answer.

paige kept kissing at azzi's neck, taking her time with it. her mouth moved slow, down to azzi's shoulder then all the way back up to her ear. she abused the flesh, scraping her teeth along it before alleviating it with her tongue. her hands wandered, slipping under azzi's shirt and over her ass.

she wanted to stay there for a while, dragging it out. holding her girlfriend against her, soaking in every whine azzi let out. but then azzi turned in her arms and pressed her lips to paige's and well… plans change.

azzi's mouth was hot against paige's. her whole body was warm, a flame burning through every layer of clothes between them. she was so fucking beautiful. five feet eleven inches of smooth brown skin and raw fucking greed.

she was so damn greedy. but maybe paige was, too. because she deepened the kiss, wanting more of azzi— wanting all of azzi. she pressed her against the now-closed refrigerator and hooked one of her legs around her. they were closer. no space between them. azzi was eating it up, her hands moving against whatever piece of paige she could get to. she was grinding, bending her spine however she could to get some sort of relief. 

paige knew she wanted more because she was azzi and azzi was insatiable. but that was the point, wasn't it? paige would always give her all that she wanted.

a gasp slipped from azzi's throat when paige lifted her other leg up, sweeping her complety off the ground and into the fridge. paige swallowed it, opening her mouth wider against azzi's.

azzi was like putty in her hands, locking her ankles beind paige's back and holding her shoulders. somewhere in paige's brain, she smiled because azzi trusted that she would keep her up. she felt safe in paige's hands. but the forefront of her brain told her to laugh, because azzi was absolutely not safe in paige's hands. she was pissed off and horny with a point to prove— never a safe situation.

especially not with azzi's pussy burning through her biker shorts. paige could feel it, and she moaned at the sensation before licking from azzi's mouth her jaw. her fingers curled around the ass in her palms. there was so much heat meeting her at every touch. she was obsessed. with the way azzi felt, the way she smelled, the way she sounded.

she was already moaning in paige's ear, her forehead pressed to the blondes temple. she was squeezing paige's shoulders so tight, she knew they'd be bruised. obviously, she didn't give a damn. no, she was too busy trying to get into azzi's shorts. 

literally. 

there was no space between them, so it was an awkward journey, but paige got there. she slid her hand passed the band of azzi's shorts, then her panties, until she felt azzi's mess right above her pussy. she was soaked, leaking all over herself.

she was hungry for it— desperate even.

god, paige could feel it. she pressed her palm against azzi's mound, and the moment she did so, she felt azzi grind down against it, her pussy leaving a sopping trail behind with each pass. she whined in paige's ear before kissing her again. azzi's thumb brushed along paige's throat before she slid her hands into her hair. 

"baby," azzi whined, the word ending with a wet crack. "you feel so good."

she didn't stop fucking herself against paige's hand, and paige didn't stop sucking at the skin of azzi's neck. in an ordinary situation, paige would have slid two fingers into azzi and finger fucked her against the fridge until she came all over herself. but this wasn't an ordinary situation, and paige wasn't in the mood to make it easy. she pulled her hand out of azzi's shorts. when azzi whined and stopped the movement of her hips, paige took her wet hand and gripped her jaw.

"chase it, mama." paige bit out, gently shaking azzi's head. "you want it?"

azzi nodded, eyes closed and panting. "mhm,"

she was already a bit of a mess. they'd hardly done anything yet and azzi was already reaching peak pillow princess mode, where she didn't want to do a damn thing but be taken care of.

tuh.

paige smiled a little and tapped azzis cheek before locking her hands together under her ass. "go get it, then."

azzi opened her eyes and looked at paige. it was only a few seconds, but paige was watching her in slow motion. she watched azzi's whole face change, going from its frustrated scrunch to a soft pout. in real time, paige watched her brows soften and her lips untighten. 

something evil in paige lit up watching azzi realize what was about to happen to her. watching her mentally prepare herself to be put through hell. a sense of pride hit her, too, when she felt azzi's hips start to roll against her stomach.

paige's shirt had ridden up, but there was still layers of clothes between them. either way, azzi wouldn't be stopped. she wanted to cum, even if she had to work for it this time. she moved slow at first before eventually speeding up, pressing herself hard against paige's abs. 

paige almost couldn't hold her. she'd almost lost her grip, but, determined to see the fireworks pop in azzi's eyes, she fixed her grip then slapped azzi's ass. 

"work for that shit," she said, moving so her stomach met azzi's pussy halfway. "you feel that?"

"yes baby—fuck," azzi moaned, pushing paige's shirt further up so she could claw at her back. she pulled at the skin, scratched it, soothed it.. 

it felt kind of violent. their pace shook paige's heartbeat out its rhythm, forcing it into something quicker—harder. everything was booming around her. the hum of the refridgerator, the sound of azzi falling apart right in her ear, the sound of her own breath tumbling out of her mouth. everything was being recieved in the largest amount, and paige felt like she was experiencing the best high of her life. 

she had her beautiful girlfriend literally in her arms, humping her like a bitch in heat, about to cum from something as slight as dry humping. she just couldn't believe she had it like that. she kept meeting azzi, kept fueling that fire she knew was building. 

she licked at azzi's neck then moved to her cheek, licking at the wetness there from her hand. she slid her tongue along her face, trying to get every hint of azzi she could. 

"i'm gonna cum," azzi announced, throwing her head back as she took paige's in her hands. "paige, baby you're gonna make me cum."

paige kept going, and when azzi's mouth fell open, and her nails scraped against the edges of paige's scalp, she pressed herself against azzi one last time, hard and sure, and stayed there, letting the orgasm travel through her girlfriend's entire body.

TWO-THREE

paige held azzi's neck as she kissed her against their shower wall. they hadn't washed yet, too busy trying to fuse into one another. she wasn't choking her or anything, she just had her hand there as a reminder that azzi couldn't get out of this. that they were gonna go until paige said they were done. 

"you think you fuckin slick." paige took azzi's nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinched, licking at azzi's bottom lip when her mouth popped open. "but imma show you."

she bent down and took one of azzi's tits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her nipple before moving to the other one. her free hand crept down the front azzi's body, following the path from her bellybutton to her pussy.

she rolled azzi's clit between her index and middle finger, squeezing it tight between her knuckles. 

azzi's breath caught, her chest shaking as the air tried to fight its way out. when paige delivered two firm slaps to her pussy, she reached to grab her wrist. but when paige rubbed the ball of her palm against her pussy, azzi redirected and placed her hands on paige's hips.

"paige." she said it like it was a warning. with wide eyes and shaking hands, azzi was already close.

that's good. paige thought. she wanted azzi at that edge. she wanted her there all fucking night, just ready to give until she had nothing left. still sucking at azzi's nipple, paige slipped two fingers into her sopping pussy. 

"paige." this time, she said it like a thank you. like she was oh-so-grateful to be getting stretched open. "oh my god."

azzi's back arched off the tile of the shower, shoving her breast further into paige's mouth. her teeth scraped against the skin, and she had to breath though her nose, but paige kept going still. she fucked her fingers into azzi, her pussy taking her in and keeping her there. she curled her fingers so that she was touching the spot that made azzi preen. 

"pussy too fucking good." she kept pushing at the gummy spot, fucking into a whimpering azzi. "that's why you act like that, huh?" she sucked at the knob of bone that appeared everytime azzi sucked in a breath. 

"you wanna fuck around all day because you know you'll have your way, huh?" she kept going down until she was on her knees, where she bit the muscle on azzi's hip until it flushed a deep shade of red. "you just think imma always give you what you want? is that it?" 

fucked out and heaving, azzi leaned over so that her tits were back in paige's face, and her hands were wrapped around her head. she was right there. paige could feel the way azzi was dripping down her wrist, and the way her pussy was spasming around her fingers.

paige leaned up and whispered in azzi's ear. "you'n hear me talking to you?" 

azzi didn't answer, just gripped paige's wet hair. the blonde didn't expect an answer, but she still let the laugh leave her lips because azzi being incoherant from being fucked was almost as adroable as it was sexy as hell. 

she pressed an open mouth kiss to azzi's cheek. "'s okay." she said, crouching down even further. 

"imma give it to you anyway." with what she knew was an evil ass grin, paige slid a third finger, stretching azzi further. "even though you never listen, and you can't answer a simple fucking question, imma give my girl what she wants."

azzi let out a small scream at the addition, but paige knew her girlfriend. knew what she could take. she knew the stretch of it all was something euphoric to azzi. which is why she didn't let her adjust before she upped her speed and wrapped her lips around azzi's clit. 

she sucked at the bud, entirely encouraged by the hot water beating into her back, and the sound of azzi's strangled cries above her. 

"my princess." she groaned into azzi, lapping at her pussy. "so fucking pretty, and this pussy tastes so fucking good."

she continued her pace and multitasking. her arm burned and her hand was cramping, but she kept going because she could see a ring of white pooling around her knuckles.

"im— fuck i'm gonna cum," azzi whimpered into paige's head. "oh my god i'm gonna cum."

and so she did. azzi's knee's buckled when she came, and she began sliding down the wall of the shower but of course, paige caught her. she wasn't done. 

paige slipped her fingers out and grabbed both of azzi's thighs, holding them up against the wall. and she ate, tasting the cum that dribbled down azzi's thighs and the arousal that continued to gloss over the pink of azzi's swollen clit. 

"fuck baby, wait." azzi moved to close her legs, but paige kept them in place, leaning up so she had that much more room. azzi fisted her hair, tugging it before pushing at paige's forehead. "'s too much."

looking up though her lashes, paige pulled away. "oh you can talk now?"

she didn't even give azzi the chance to try and form an answer. she dove back in, sucking azzi's clit back into her mouth.

"shiiiiit." azzi's whole body sputtered, and she threw her head back with a thump against the wall.

paige folded her hands together, placing them flat on azzi's lower belly. she thought it was cute, smirking into her pussy as azzi's hips fought to leave her and her hand spasmed in her hair. she kept her mouth on azzi's clit, swiping her tongue against it in wet passes.

"this is what you wanted right?" paige asked from between her legs, knowing that azzi was about to burst again. she was answered with a scream and a shove into the spray of the shower. 

azzi's legs trembled beneath her, and she slid down the wall landing on her ass. her knees came together and her hand flew between her legs, trying to calm down the feeling that had taken over her. 

paige leaned forward, kissing her girl's forehead. "imma fuck you til you can't take it no more." she pecked her cheek, then her lips. when she pulled away, she held azzi's head so that she had no choice but to focus those big brown pools of want on paige. 

"and then imma fuck you some more."

FOUR-SEVEN

azzi's leg shook in the air as paige's strap broke into her. she let out a low ugh, then threw an arm over her rolling eyes. her marked tits bounced with every slow stroke paige gave her with the strap.

paige tapped her elbow, telling her to put it down. “i wanna see that pretty fucking face when you cum again.” she said, holding azzi's other leg around her waist. "i needa make sure you feel me."

paige was entranced by her view. azzi on her back, bruised and wet and flushed, taking her dick like a fucking champ. she never wanted to forget the sight. she wanted azzi's open mouth and frizzy hair and wet lashes burned into the back of her eyelids.

she leaned in close, forcing azzi's knee to her chest, as she further violated the skin of azzi's neck. she felt azzi's jaw go slack, reaching behind her head to clutch a pillow. 

"you feel me, az?"

"i feel you, baby." azzi nodded into paige's shoulder. "so fuckin full, oh my god." 

"yeah?" still going slow, paige looked between them, watching herself slide in out, hearing the squelch of azzi's messy pussy taking her. "you gonna cum for me again?"

azzi threw her arms around paige's shoulders and dug her teeth into her shoulder, the muscle bending under the bite. they were chest to chest now, tits sliding against each others, breaths fanning each other's ears. 

"gonna cum on my dick?" paige rolled her hips, hitting azzi so deep she knew the girl could taste the orgasm building. "be my little slut and make a mess all over me?"

azzi let out a choked oh shit, before pushing her hips up to meet paige's strokes. 

"so deep," she sighed, clearly towing the line. her voice was strained and tired, and her throat was moving with every swallow, like she was struggling to perform automatic bodily function.

"i'm deep mama?" paige's mouth watered at how tight azzi was against the strap. if she could, she would have done years of scientific research to discover how the fuck she thought she could actually feel the vice grip azzi had on the silicone between her legs. because damn, she swore she could feel that shit, and it had her own pussy throbbing. she placed a hand between them, pushing on azzi's lower belly. "you feel me right here, huh?"

azzi whimpered, eyes crossed under their lids as paige fucked her just a little bit harder. slow, rough, deep strokes were tearing her apart and she could do nothing but exactly what paige wanted. 

"i'm so close, paige." she moaned. "i'm right there."

"do it." paige demanded. "cum, azzi."

screaming into paige's shoulder, azzi came again, cum spilling around paige's strap and staining her thighs.

paige didn't stop, she tugged azzi's trembling leg from over her shoulder so that she was on her side, both legs pressed together against her chest while paige fucked into her faster and harder, gripping and pulling her thigh for momentum. 

"waitwaitwait," azzi keeled over, face buried in the pit between her legs. she reached out for paige's arm, but she was so far gone that she ended up aimlessly flapping her thigh, which was already covered in pebbles of sweat. "its— 's too much— i can't."

paige smiled because yes, azzi could. and she would.

"you did it to yourself, mama." paige said, thrusting her hips as hard as she could. "i'm just giving you what you been wantin."

azzi's ass clapped against her thigh, her whole body rocking with every stroke. her head still buried between her knees but paige could see her mouth moving, stuttering out whatever she could. 

she leaned over—still stroking— and gripped azzi's neck, squeezing a little so she'd raise her head up.

"fucking you like this cuz that's what you asked for." she said, moving her thumb so it slid passed azzi's lips. "'s what you need. you just need to be made a mess."

she looked over her girlfriend. her stubborn, bratty, beautiful girl was tonguing at the pad of paige's thumb and looking at her like she didn't know anything but this. 

"i wish you could see how fucked out you look." paige huffed out a laugh. "pussy just soaking me back in and you got stars in your eyes. eatin it up. drooling all on my pillows, fucking up my sheets"

her pillows. her sheets. her pussy. her tears. her azzi. this was all hers. 

"you like it, don't you?" paige asked, pushing her thumb against azzi's tongue, watching it flatten as she stuck it out. "you like it when i'm turning this pussy inside out? bein slutted out like this?" 

azzi's mouth stayed occupied with paige's thumb. and paige knew azzi was hardly concious, and that she'd let it slide earlier. 

but it was her pussy. her mouth. her azzi. and she could do whatever the hell she wanted with what belonged to her. she ripped her hand away and cracked a palm against azzi's ass.

"answer me."

"yes!" azzi shouted, hugging her knees. "fuck i love it," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "love you— paige you're gonna make me cum again holy shit!"

paige forced azzi's legs apart and swiped her fingers against the puffy flesh, and azzi literally screamed out and balled her hands into fists against her chest as she came again, creaming around the light purple strap. 

paige watched as it smeared across the silicone and fuck she wanted to taste her again. 

she slowed, fucking her through it, still ghosting her fingers over her clit. azzi mewled under her until she realized her throat was raw, and paige took that moment to flip her onto her belly and arch so that she could put her mouth to azzi. 

her tongue rolled through azzi's folds again, her eyes fluttering closed as she fell into it. the groan azzi let out sounded so rough, paige imagined it had to claw it's way out of the woman's throat. she felt azzi trembling, her whole body vibrating as paige palmed at her ass. she spread her open, and licked at azzi's asshole, too. she went on like that, licking azzi from front to back until she was writhing again, wailing that she was about to cum yet again. 

she held her in place and focused all of her attention to azzi's pussy, sticking her tongue in the gummy hole and fucking her that way. she felt azzi's orgasm build around her tongue, and she tasted the tang of that pressure exploding in her mouth. she shook her head, trying to stay in place despite azzi moving so much.

when azzi started to crawl, paige felt herself be taken over by someone she'd never quite met. she popped her head up, strap dangling between her legs. 

"uh-uh." she stood on her feet and lurched forward, grabbing azzi by her hips and dragging all the way to the edge of the bed. "bring yo ass back.

she lined the strap up with azzi's pussy, then gripped both of her shoulders, forcing her back onto it. azzi let out a sob, head hanging foreward as paige began to pound into her. 

"so fucking greedy." she changed her gip, wrapping her hands around each of azzi's biceps from behind. "greedy pussy cryin for me, taking my dick like you'n know what else to do."

azzi kept shaking against her, not moving on her own. she just let herself be pushed and pulled by paige, taking it all. there was nowhere she could go, nothing she could do but take it. 

paige's eyes stayed on azzi's pussy, mesmerized by the way her strap disappeard in azzi. inandout inandout, she kept going. even when her clit was rubbig against the hardness. even when her own orgasm chased her down and washed over. she kept going, fucking and fucking, losing herself in the motion and noise and sight. 

azzi's hands flexed in and out of their fists and and herpussy clenched faster around the strap. and paige knew.

"paige i can't—" azzi weeped. "can't take it."

"yeah you can." paige went even harder, mustering up every bit of motivation she had left. "c'mon gimme one more."

she let go of one of azzi's arms, pinning the other one to her back. she pumped her hips and circled azzi's ass with her thumb. azzi whined, arching into the mattress and fisting the sheets with her free hand. 

"let it go one more time," paige sucked her thumb and pushed it passed the entrance she'd been spiraling, easing it into azzi and she used the arm she was still holding as an achor to dig azzi out. "'t's gonna feel so good. let it go. all over me. lemme pull it outta you, c'mon mama."

and at last, azzi howled into the mattress and jerked forward into a ball at the head of the bed, cupping her pussy and shaking like a leaf in a storm. 

paige, out of breath and overcome with pride, crawled up the bed and took her girlfriend in her arms, hugging her against her chest and let azzi's tears stream against her collarbone.

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[scarsw1fe]

holy shit

[iluvbuckets]

don't you know your body been mine?

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: when the pool of available men who can make a girl cum and aren’t hard to look at runs low in storrs, connecticut, you find yourself running to your best friend, paige, for help. maybe it’s a coincidence that she makes you cum harder than you ever have in your life, or maybe it’s a sign that your need to rethink your dating life.

warnings: porn with minimal plot, mentions of males (puke), paige the man hating lesbian!, oral w fingers (r receiving), strap (r receiving), paige is whiny lowkey (but we love it!!!), service top!paige (but she’s clearly yearning to be sub sometimes), SO MUCH dirty talk + p being a lil cocky, maybe some complicated/unrequited feelings, sexuality struggles

word count: 11k

notes: happy holidays from me to u freak 🫵🏼 jk thanks for reading my nasty lesbian sex preesh y’all so much. merry christmas eve, this filthy ass shit came straight from the smut demon that haunts my dreams and makes me spit out PORN as my gift to u. plz cherish it forever and ever ok thank u. unedited as usual so don't @ me

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it was wednesday evening. 

wednesday evenings always meant paige. it was the one night a week–other than saturday, of course–where neither of you had morning practice the next morning and you had no classes the next day. which meant you could hang out with her as late as you wanted, and still be able to get enough rest before thursday afternoon practice. she, unfortunately, still had class, but it was just one that didn’t start until ten, so it didn’t feel as debilitating if you stayed later. 

it was routine–one that you had developed at the beginning of the semester. 

paige was sitting on the floor, back resting against the front of her bed with her playstation controller in her hands. her knees were bent with her feet planted on the floor, making her spine round toward the bottom in a way the felt more relieving than it probably should’ve given that it was technically considered poor posture. her eyes were fixed on the screen, tuned into her game of fortnite, but she was also managing to give some of her brain power to you. 

you were lying on your stomach on her bed facing her tv, chin rested in your palm as your thumb swiped back and forth on the screen. you had tinder pulled up to sort through the small pool of men that seemed to be available in storrs, connecticut. there were more left swipes than right, and you were admittedly growing more and more frustrated.

you found yourself doing this a lot lately: getting frustrated by your options. the ones you had already tested in your four years as a university of connecticut student all seemed to be the same–unable to please you. you couldn’t really figure out why, because you had so many friends that had men in their lives willing to give them an orgasm, but you just couldn’t get lucky enough to get the same treatment.

maybe it was because you weren’t committed to them, but you were much, much too busy to find time for a relationship to find that out. and besides, did you really want to start something with someone new now? as a senior in college? it seemed ridiculous when you had limited time left as a husky. 

you audibly groaned, throwing your phone down on the bed, “god, why is it so hard to find one guy that isn’t hard to look at?”

“i dunno. aren’t they all kinda hard to look at?” paige mumbled, not even trying to hide her disinterest in talking about men. 

you blew a sharp laugh out of your nose, “i mean, yeah, kinda.” 

your eyes fixed on her ceiling, thoughts swirling quickly in all kinds of directions. honestly, it was getting difficult to think clearly with how backed up you were. you weren’t even sure when the last time you had an orgasm that wasn’t by your own fingers–or realistically, if you ever actually had one because of someone else. 

paige, on the other hand, didn’t have these problems. she had no issues finding a girl–of course, she didn’t, she was paige bueckers. you knew how many girls thirsted over her, how many would do unspeakable things for the chance at getting in her pants. you’d seen the edits, the ones that were anything but cordial. you saw her dms, too. so you supposed that she wasn’t a great example of the dating pool for the normal people out there, because she could have whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and not have to ask twice.

though, you’d have to admit, you’d never really seen her take advantage of that. her mind always seemed to be set on basketball, and there was nothing pulling her focus from that no matter how hard it tugged.

if you were in her position, you knew you’d have a bad reputation. you’d be answering all of those dms, and too many girls would know what the inside of your apartment looked like. well, it would be guys in your dms, you suppose–but the technicalities didn’t matter. you just knew that you would never masturbate because if you were horny, you’d just open instagram. and if the one you fucked didn’t satisfy you, you’d just find a new one right there.

“how are you not a whore?” you suddenly blurted out without thinking. the provocative, invasive question didn’t really matter, though, not with paige. so you didn’t need to be embarrassed.

“uh, what?” she laughed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

“i mean, you got all these bitches in your phone,” you said it like it was obvious (well, it was), staring at the back of her head like you were about to burn holes into it. 

her freshly highlighted blonde hair was pulled into a low bun on the back of her head, tied together effortlessly messy like she had been messing with it in the mirror for hours to get it just right, but you knew her. she just threw it up without even looking or fixing it. that was one thing about paige–she didn’t even have to try to look good. 

“so?” 

“so,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’. “you have all these hot girls begging for your attention, but you never fuck any of them. like, what do you do when you’re horny?”

she sighed lightly, pressing the pause button on her game and setting her controller to the side so she could give you her full attention. she had to admit, the explicitness of your words was pulling her concentration into a mental image she shouldn’t be venturing into rather than the game. her body turned on the carpet, blue eyes meeting yours immediately. 

“i’on do anything,” she answered honestly. 

it wasn’t hard for you to guess that, though, because you honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had even mentioned anything about hooking up with a girl. it had to have been over a year ago, you think, but you could be misremembering. 

“you never just need an orgasm?” you asked in pure disbelief. “or too like, fuck a hot girl?”

“no,” her reply came quickly, yet even she could tell it wasn’t entirely convincing. but you decided to not point that out for her sake–to see how long she would insist that she didn’t.

because how was she supposed to admit that she didn’t want to fuck all those girls. that even if she did, she would just be picturing you the entire time, imagining you were the one giving her the orgasm she craved. 

she couldn’t, because you were her best friend. her straight best friend, who had never even hinted that you might be even a little attracted to girls in general, let alone her.

“when was the last time you had sex?” you asked with genuine curiosity. she just shrugged casually instead of offering a verbal response. “come on, you don’t remember? you don’t think about it?”

“i mean,” paige started, her eyes glancing up toward the ceiling for a moment like she was debating on the words she wanted to say, if she wanted to be truthful, “yeah, i do, but i don’t wanna fuckrandom people that i’on even know.”

you chewed your bottom lip, a lightbulb suddenly brightening in your mind and blinding your inhibitions. your eyes raked over her face, pausing on her pink lips that were caught between her front teeth from nervousness. you couldn’t imagine why this conversation would make her nervous, though. 

“you know me.”

the words seemed to ram into her chest with a force that was able to knock the wind out of her. on her brain’s list of possible things for you to say next, that was probably at the very, very bottom–if even on the list at all. her lips parted slightly in surprise, eyes searching yours for any sign of humor. but she didn’t find any.

she tried to get a grasp on her composure so she didn’t look so taken back, like she still had the confident smoothness that everyone knew so well. but honestly, she couldn’t remember how to think clearly anymore, and she wanted to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t a dream that she would wake up disappointed from.

if this were any other time, your confidence would’ve faltered by now. you would’ve been sputtering awkward apologies and probably storming out of the room so she didn’t have to look at you try to gather yourself after a hard fumble. but fuck, you were so fucking horny that your mind couldn’t even stop to think about it. 

“what?” was all paige could muster to say. 

you pushed yourself up from your elbows, leaning back until you were sitting cross-legged in her bed rather than lying on it, “i think we could help each other.”

she cocked an eyebrow as she stared you. she could feel the heat creep from her neck up onto her cheeks, and she knew you could see it too. “for real?”

“you don’t wanna fuck strangers, but you know me. and i need an orgasm, or i’m gonna go crazy,” you shrugged, way too casual for the way paige’s heart was begging to break out of her ribcage. “i mean, if you don’t want to–”

“nah, nah,” she interrupted, maybe a little too hasty to be considered casual. “i want to.” 

you paused for a moment, then smiled, “okay.”

paige swallowed thickly, her nerves making it difficult to do smoothly, and it did nothing to relieve her suddenly uncomfortably dry mouth. she pressed her palms into the edge of the soft mattress to push herself up until she could place a knee on the bed, then slowly crawled over to you. she sat with her legs underneath her in front of you, her balled fists pressing into the blanket beside your own knees. 

you broke eye contact to shift your gaze to her lips–her full, bitten lips that were practically begging for you to kiss her right now. but you didn’t, not when you had already made the first move by even suggesting this. it was her turn to show that she wanted this just as badly as you now.

or maybe it was because you were nervous. this would be your first time kissing a girl–first time kissing paige. you had kissed many boys before, sure, but did you even know how to kiss a girl? it couldn’t be that different. it would be less prickly at least, but still.

“hey,” paige whispered to pull you back down to reality, seemingly recognizing that you were getting in your head about something. you felt her fingers slide across the skin of your neck so she could cup your cheek with her palm, her thumb stroking across your cheekbone comfortingly. 

she didn’t give you another moment to let any more thoughts in before she was leaning forward to press her lips against yours. it was hesitant and extremely slow to allow you to adjust to the fact that you were kissing a girl, and to let her adjust to the fact that she was kissing the girl she had dreamed about kissing for years.

her lips were soft, but slightly chapped too from her habit of chewing on them when she was thinking, and the contrast was an intoxicating feeling. it was so much different than kissing a boy in a way that you couldn’t put your finger on. 

paige pulled away for a moment, swiping the pad of her thumb over your top lip briefly before she was crashing her mouth into yours again. this time with passion that couldn’t be recognized as anything other than hungry. it was still a slow pace, slower than you were used to for sure, but her lips moved against yours like they had something to prove. 

she traced her freehand up your leg, then settled on your stomach to gently push you on your back so you were laying against her pillows. all without disconnect your lips. you subconsciously uncrossed your legs as you leaned back, instead stretching them straight out in front of you. honestly, you didn’t even really know what to do with them. 

but it didn’t seem to matter, because she settled her body between your legs like it was second nature. the hand that was resting on your face instead shifted until it was settled on the pillow beside your head, and her other hand was resting on your hip with her fingers splayed under your shirt against your warm skin. 

she didn’t lower her body down to press against yours, either because she didn’t want to frighten you or because she had other plans. but a noise grumbled in the back of her throat, a mix of a groan and a whimper, telling you that she wanted this–maybe even more than you did.

you didn’t have time to dwell on it though, because she was tightening her fingers on the pillow next to you until her hand was curled into a fist, parting her lips and slowing the rhythm of the kiss like she wanted to say something, but didn’t want to stop kissing you.

“please, lemme eat it,” paige breathlessly whined into your mouth in between kisses. “i’ll make it so good for you. just–let me show you, please.”

your brain was already feeling jumbled just from her fingers dipping down to begin rubbing your clit in circles through your sweatpants, so it almost felt like her words short-circuited it. not only that, but you had never had a guy pay this much attention to how you feel by immediately touching you before (nor have you had a guy beg to eat your pussy)–and she’s barely even touched you.

they usually would grab your hand to put it on their own crotch to chase their own pleasure.

not fully trusting that words you were thinking would come out of your mouth the way you intended, you settled on simply nodding your head as permission. you could feel the corners of her lips curve into a small smile against yours, but the feeling was short-lived before she was moving down your body. 

“imma get you right, promise."

her descent started with your neck, her mouth placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the warm skin near your pulse point. however, her hands paused their movements to lift your shirt up and expose your breasts as she did so. her mouth broke free for only a moment to pull it over your head and leave you in an old bralette you hadn’t gotten rid of from their 2016 popularity–you couldn’t help it, they were comfortable (and very flattering, but maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better).

she smiled for a moment, but clearly tried to cover up for your sake to keep the situation serious. her pussy clenched in anticipation too, growing wetter in her boxers by the second at the thought of getting to eat your pussy. 

honestly, you didn’t know what to do with your hands. well, you kind of did, but this wasn’t the same as any other hookup. this was a girl. this was paige, not some guy. so you hesitantly placed them on her shoulders to silence the overthinking flooding your mind. 

she didn’t seem to notice your internal battle, though, not when her lips were mouthing at the skin of your collarbones, like they were something sweet to savor. instead of touching your breast immediately now that it was exposed, she rested all of her weight on the hand that was flat on the bed beside you to hold her up. then, she cupped the back of your knee to pull it up just slightly, bending your leg in the air.

your eyebrows pinched together in confusion as you watched her body adjust to a new position, her legs straddling the one she had just bent as she dove back down to place kisses on one of your breasts while her hand slid up to knead the other. 

but you weren’t so confused anymore when she pressed her clothed pussy against the muscle of your leg and rolled her hips. you felt the vibration of a soft moan against your skin, and you couldn’t help but let out one of your own at the action. 

“this okay?” she practically panted, clearly holding back another thrust until you gave her the go-ahead. 

“fuck, yes. keep going,” you managed to choke out. 

paige happily did so by slowly rolling her hips against you again, this time while pulling your bralette up to fully reveal your bare breasts. her mouth practically watered when she got to see them fully–your hard, pink nipples tempting her. she didn’t do anything to fight the temptation, though, she just wrapped her lips around one of them to swirl her tongue. 

you pulled the bralette fully off your body while she did that, then settled a hand on the back of her head and sighed in content at the feeling of her warm mouth. you had always loved it when anyone you had sex with did this, but there was something about the way she did it that was different. you couldn’t put your finger on what, though. 

after a few seconds, she moved to do the same thing to your other nipple, and you could feel that you were already so fucking wet. your panties were clinging to your folds in an uncomfortable way from it collecting, and you tried to adjust your position slightly to relieve it. however, all it did was press your thigh harder against paige, making her groan against you. 

she leant back slightly to take in the sight of you shirtless below her. you tried not to feel self-conscious–tried not to cover yourself with your arms as her eyes worked over you. there was a smile on her lips, a fond one, one that didn’t read of anything platonic. you were almost certain there was a little glint of love, but you told yourself you were probably seeing things.

“god, i just–” she started, then cut herself off by shaking her head playfully, “i don’t get it.” you felt the warmth of her palms cupping your breasts, kneading them with fascination. “they don’t even know what they got.” 

you laughed nervously, letting your hands fall so they were laying above your head–a silent invitation for her to do whatever she wanted. she shifted her body so she was settled in between your legs, hands sliding from your breasts to your waist. 

she bent her body back down too, to place more slow, open-mouthed kisses against the skin of your abdomen. she let her tongue draw a horizontal line just above the waistband of your pants like a silent request for permission to enter. her eyes flicked up to yours too, going wide in such a delicious way that you couldn’t even stop your hips from twitching up. 

her fingers hooked around the fabric, slowly pulling them down like she was making a show out of it. her tongue followed the path too, making your abdomen flutter. you could feel your clit pulsing uncomfortably–begging for her to touch you already, but you tried not to make it obvious. 

paige clenched around nothing when her eyes set on the lavender panties hugging your hips. they weren’t necessarily sexy, just a cotton thong that were clearly aged, but they were her favorite color. god, she could feel the drool collecting in her mouth and threatening to drip from her lips.

it was an accident on your part. clearly, you hadn’t expected to fuck your best friend today, so you didn’t have it in the back of your mind that she might see them. now, though, you wanted to give yourself a pat on the back for it. 

“shit,” she breathed. her gaze flicked up to yours to make sure you knew that she meant her words. “if you were mine, i’d eat this pussy every chance i got.”

her mouth continued to follow as she pulled your pants all the way off, leaving kisses to replace the warmth that was being pulled away. as she was coming back up, she merely let her bottom lip drag on your skin slowly. 

“yeah?” you squeaked out, trying to muster up some confidence. it didn’t work though, not when your best friend was acting feral between your legs like this and making you feel things you had never felt before. not even metaphorically either, you don’t think you have ever had sex with someone who was so focused on you.

“yeah,” she replied cockily, sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, “you’d have to beg me to stop.”

when you finally felt her warm breath fanning over your center, you let your eyes flutter closed. you honestly couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. that you were actually letting paige bueckers fuck you. it seemed crazy, like maybe you were dreaming. maybe you were. you would wake up in the morning and not be able to look her in the eyes anymore if that were the case.

and maybe it didn’t seem crazy to anyone else, because she had thousands of girls in her notifications who were begging to be in your position right now. but to you, she wasn’t paige bueckers, she was just paige. and just paige was your friend.

but shit didn’t look so friendly anymore.

“look at me,” she said gently. “want you to watch me make you come.” 

following her orders, you opened your eyes slowly to meet her gaze. the same gaze that held a new kind of emotion looking at you right now. there had been so many times that she had looked at you and you couldn’t decide what she was feeling, but you knew now. it was lust, like she could devour you and then devour you again. 

her pupils were blown wide, barely even showing any of that beautiful blue you knew so well, as she stared back. her fingertips were tracing over the band of your panties, seemingly waiting to see if there was any ounce of discomfort hidden in your features. to encourage her to continue, you reached down to place a hand on her head–which she seemed to take it that way. 

paige’s lips mouthed over your clit through the fabric once, then licked an agonizingly slow stripe from your entrance back up to your clit. it was almost like she was making a point that you were hers now, proven by those goddamn panties. 

“oh my god,” she whispered in fascination. “any of them ever get you wet like this?”

you exhaled, but shook your head instead of speaking. you didn’t entirely trust that your voice would be stable enough for her to understand any of the words that would hopelessly tumble from your mouth. 

“didn’t think so. gonna think about me every time someone else tries to touch you.”

the thought of that being the truth made butterflies erupt in your chest, but you couldn’t figure out why. anxiety? excitement? either way, it hit you harder than you would’ve expected it to. you tried to tell yourself that she was just dirty talking–that it wouldn’t matter when her head was clear from the arousal and she wouldn’t feel the same.

but it didn’t feel like it. her tone didn’t imply it. the words fell from her mouth like she was finally allowed to speak a truth she had been forced to hold back against her will, and the thought was terrifying. there was no going back now. your relationship would never be the same.

and maybe you should’ve thought about that a little more before you kissed her, but goddamn, you needed to come so bad.

she shook her head in disbelief, “i’d give you whatever you want. don’t matter when. too fuckin’ beautiful not to get it.” 

without much more hesitation, she roughly yanked your panties down your thighs like they had personally wronged her. well, they had. they were keeping her from eating your pussy. that was blasphemy, she swears.

she tossed them to the side haphazardly, not even breaking eye contact with you to see where the wet puddle of fabric landed. her hands settled on your hips too, with her thumbs lightly rubbing your lower stomach in an attempt to ground you–or maybe herself.

she broke eye contact to look down, eyes meeting your pussy. she let a gasp slip past her lips by accident, her mouth watering as she took in the sight that could’ve been hung in an art museum. or maybe not, because the thought of other people getting to witness you like this made fire build in her chest from the jealousy.

god, it was so fucking unfair that other people got to experience this before she did. 

“so pretty, baby,” she finally spoke with a gentle tone, instantly allowing relief to wash over you and take away the anxiety that the initial silence had caused. her lips placed a light kiss on your pelvic bone, just above where you wanted her the most, to reassure you. “so fucking pretty. gonna ruin you.”

her gaze flicked back up to your eyes, making sure you were watching her while she did this. her eyes were wide, and eyebrows tilted up, but you couldn’t tell why–excitement, fascination, both. there were a few possibilities, but all you knew was that she looked so fucking needy, and you didn’t want to wait any longer for her to fuck you.

finally, finally, she leaned forward to flick her tongue over your throbbing clit, just once. it was an experimental touch, something that would give you enough time to back out if you decided you didn't want to anymore–she desperately hoped you wouldn’t, though. she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to act normal anymore after seeing you spread open in front of her, for her. after seeing the way you were dripping from her touch.

“paige,” you exhaled, curling your fingers in her blonde locks on the top of her head. it surely was messing with her bun, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care about anything except giving you an orgasm right now. 

that was her cue to wrap her lips around your clit and suck gently, pressing her tongue against it while she did so. when she released with a faint pop, she dragged her tongue through your folds slowly, like she was drawing a map for herself to remember for later. and she was, because she knew that this would be the only thing she would think about every time she closed her eyes to sleep from now until the rest of her life.

she couldn’t help but faintly moan against you at the taste, making you feel the vibration. it felt like it moved through your entire body from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, but that may have been because of the overwhelming feeling of finally getting some head when you have sex. and you didn’t even have to beg this time. no, she begged you. that was crazy in itself.

your nervous system felt like it was on fire from the sensation, and you could hardly keep your legs from shaking already. 

she probably noticed too, when she adjusted her position so that she was lying flat on her stomach. her arms moved so that your thighs were thrown over her shoulders, giving her more space to work. she didn’t comment if she noticed, but she was probably too occupied to even notice. 

she used her tongue to lap up all the arousal that had been building up near your entrance, plunging inside for a moment before running it back up through your folds to your clit. she couldn’t help but hum at the delicious taste, already wanting more and she hadn’t even finished her first meal yet.

that was when you felt a finger tracing a circle around your entrance, like it was asking for permission to enter. in what world would anyone say no? you weren’t sure, but fuck, even just the idea had you salivating. 

you bit your bottom lip to stifle any sounds threatening to come out, not wanting anyone to hear. not only that, but it was embarrassing.

when you finally felt the push of her middle finger slowly filling you, you couldn’t help but arch off the bed slightly, toes curling too. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you suddenly knew why sex wasn’t something you felt like you needed before this. after feeling the way paige could eat your pussy like she was an expert on your body, you weren’t sure you ever wanted her to stop–ever.

“talk t’ me, pretty girl,” she spoke into your folds, not even caring if her voice was muffled or if you were even paying attention. “lemme hear you. wanna hear how good i’m makin’ you feel.”

to try to please her, you let a quiet squeak sound from the back of your throat. you hadn’t ever made noise during sex before, so this was new, and no one had really talked to you either. no, they usually just grunted or panted or said something short, not full-on dirty talk. it was making the heat pool in your abdomen much faster than you expected. and your cheeks flush a deep pink.

well, everything she was doing was making the heat pool in your abdomen faster than you expected.

“it’s so much, paige. gonna come,” you choked out, trying your best to keep your hips still so you could chase it faster than if you started grinding your hips against her tongue. 

honestly, it was a lot all at once. not to mention the shock of actually feeling good for longer than a few seconds, and the comfort of it being from someone you trust. really, you couldn’t ask for anything better, even if you came embarrassingly fast.

“yeah?” she couldn’t even suppress the smug smile tugging at her mouth. “do it. give it to me.”

she increased the speed of her tongue flicking over your clit to push you over even more, thrusting her finger at a similar pace and humming to simulate a vibrating sensation. her fingertip would rub over the soft spot inside you every time, making you wonder how it seemed like she knew your body better than you did. 

when you came, you threw your head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your back arching toward the ceiling. your legs tensed too, toes curling hard from the intensity of the pleasure. it almost felt like you were peeing from how strong and hard it was, but you tried to shove that thought to the back of your mind. 

“that’s it, baby,” she cooed against you, slowing her movements to allow you to come down. “just like that.”

and paige works you through it slowly. surely prolonging it because you’ve never had an orgasm last longer than a few seconds in your life, not even with yourself, but you couldn’t complain. 

when she finally eased off you and sat back on her heels with her hands wrapped around your ankles to admire the mess she had made, you almost wanted to laugh at how silly she looked. her hair was sticking up just slightly on top of her head, making her bun look crazy, but the look in her eyes was distracting. there was a twinkle, one that read how happy and content she was to be between your legs like that. it was adorable, honestly, but it was also hot when you noticed her red, slick lips.

but when you shifted your legs, you couldn’t help but feel that she had left a puddle of your orgasm in between your legs instead of licking it up.

“leave it,” she said mischievously. 

you pinched your brows together in confusion at that, face contorting into a fitting expression. “why–”

“still gotta fuck you, don’t i?” she cut you off with a playful chuckle. 

you felt your breath catch in your throat at her words.

she leaned forward again. only this time, it was to press her lips against yours instead of to your pussy. it was just a small peck, and she pulled away to smile down at you.

“you thought you were just getting one?” she whispered, reaching behind her head to pull her t-shirt off her body by the neckline and throw it on the floor next to the bed. “pretty girl like you deserves to be taken care of.”

she didn’t give you time to reply before she was kissing you again. 

her lips moved effortlessly with yours like she had kissed you a hundred times, leading you with a slow rhythm that had every joint in your body feeling like jello. you felt one of her hands wrap around your throat, but not squeezing, and you knew that there was new arousal mixing with the orgasm between your legs. 

“you said you needed dick, and imma give it to you so good that you’ll never need nobody else,” she gave you one last bruising kiss before pulling away.

she stretched her body over you, toned abs suddenly very in your face. it wasn’t on purpose though, she was just reaching in her bedside drawer to find the toy that had started this entire thing. when she grabbed it, she sat back on her heels with it in her hands to reveal all six inches of its flesh-colored glory. her eyebrows raised in a silent plea for permission to use it.

“please, paige,” you said with wavering confidence–a weak attempt at displaying the same smoothness she was able to speak without even trying. you could feel your hands tremble from anxiety now that it was becoming real.

of course, she didn’t need much more convincing to continue. you had to bite back a gasp when she curled her thumbs in the waistband of her pants to pull them and her boxers off in one go, leaving her in just her nike sports bra. you don’t know why you were shocked by her taking her clothes off, honestly.

it was even more shocking when she dipped her hand in between her legs, but it wasn’t to touch herself. she swiped two fingers through her arousal, seemingly just trying to see how wet she was from this, by the way she began to buckle the harness without a second thought. she leant forward on one of her hands again to hover over you by placing it next to your head, and used the other to hold the dildo out of the way. 

her eyes quickly glanced between yours, “we can stop, y’know?”

you couldn’t resist playfully rolling your eyes and set your legs on her hips, “i know.”

“okay,” she nodded, “i just wanna make sure you’re not doin’ nothin’ you don’t want to. like, i don’t want you to feel like you have to for me.”

you placed a hand on her cheek as a comforting gesture, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone once. then, you smiled softly at her–loving even–to make her feel better. she visibly relaxed, her shoulders falling from their tense position. you used both hands to smooth over the hair on her head, too, to make sure it wasn’t sticking up anymore.

“it was my idea,” you argued playfully. 

“i know, but you ain’t ever been fucked like this so i gotta make sure you’re still w’ me–”

“paige,” you interrupted her with a groan in a mix of embarrassment and impatience. you covered your eyes with one hand too as you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“alright, alright,” she chuckled, pulling your hand off your face. after gently lacing your fingers together, she pressed your hand against the bed next to your head. “i’ll chill. just wanna make sure you won’t regret it.” 

“i won’t. i trust you,” the reassurance in your voice seemed to enough for her, because you felt the tip of the toy brush against your entrance. 

even though you were trying to act calm for paige’s sake, it was undeniable that you were suddenly experiencing a wave of anxiety come over you despite just having an orgasm on her tongue. your breathing was shallow and quick, but you closed your mouth to try to hide it. and your heart was racing. not just slightly, but you felt dizzy and light, but you wouldn’t dare ruin the moment for either of you. 

how embarrassing would that be to have a medical emergency right now? oh god, you couldn’t imagine how you would ever live that down. you’d never be able to show your face in front of her ever again. 

“don’t worry, baby. don’t have to do nothin’ but lay there and look pretty.”

she shifted her weight from her empty hand against the pillow to the one holding yours, sliding her now free hand down your body. you expected her to use it to grab the toy, and she did, but only for a moment to line it up. instead, she pressed the heel of her palm against your lower stomach, gentle enough that it didn’t hurt but merely added pressure.

“this okay?” she asked, her eyes searching yours. 

you simply nodded in reply and took your bottom lip in between her teeth as you watched her face at the feeling of the silicone nudging against you. after she nodded back in confirmation, her eyes didn’t stay on yours long. they shifted down to where her toy was pressing against your pussy like it was begging for permission to enter. because she was–silently. 

her hips rocked forward just slightly, letting the tip dip in about half an inch. she tried lion up at you and keep her eyes there, she really did, but they couldn’t help but drift down to where you were swallowing her. when she didn’t hear any protests, she let herself sink in deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

it was a strange, but good, feeling. you were so wet, so fucking turned on, that it doesn’t even burn in the slightest to have her slide into you. usually, you would be wincing at the feeling, but this time, you just can’t help the moan that tries to slip past your closed lips. especially because her hand was pressing down on your abdomen, making sure you feel everything. 

she pushed out a sound that’s a mix of a whimper, a moan, and a harsh exhale all in one when she was halfway, dropping down to press her forehead against yours. you tried to catch her eye contact, but you quickly saw that her eyes were screwed shut in both pleasure and frustrated as she tried to breathe normally. 

her clit was pulsing uncomfortably, swollen with need at not just the sight of you finally under her like she had been dreaming of for so long, but from making you come, and she tried to ignore it. this was about you. and anyways, when she started moving, the harness would grind against her and give her the relief she desperately needed.

she pushed out another breath, one that was a borderline sob, “fuck.”

you dug your fingers of your freehand into her shoulders, leaving crescent indents that you hoped didn’t draw blood. maybe she would, though, if she even noticed the feeling (she didn’t). 

“oh, paige,” you shut your eyes and moaned as she plunged all the way inside, pressing your skin against the harness to make sure she was as deep as possible. and you felt it, you really did. you were so fucking full that your brain felt like mush. 

she let out another sound that sounded like a sob, which almost had you convinced she was crying. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought she could really feel it–that she wasn’t fucking you with a silicone toy instead of the real thing. not like it mattered, though. there was a difference, but not enough of one to matter. not when she was focusing on your pleasure at the expense of her own. 

“don’t stop,” you cried, hopelessly clenching around the thick dildo threatening to brush against your cervix. 

of course, paige, desperate to please you, found some strength within herself to pull her hips back until the only thing left inside you was the tip. she slowly rolled her hips back in, adopting a slow, but deep rhythm to make sure you felt all of her. the hand on your abdomen was certainly helping with that, too. 

her head lolled to the side so her forehead was pressing against your temple, and you felt her beading sweat swipe against her skin at the motion. the gasps coming from her mouth were fanning over your cheek, making heat pool in your stomach. 

“fuck, you like that?” she grunted, or maybe whined–you couldn’t tell. you barely nodded your head in reply before she was answering herself anyway, “i know you fuckin’ do. can hear how much this pussy loves me.” 

and she wasn’t wrong. the wet noises as she slid back inside you were evident, and you weren’t sure you had ever had sex this loud, to be honest, in every possible way. as long as it was paige, though, you were sure that you could get used to this–but you couldn’t think of anything else in this moment. your mind was ringing paige, paige, paige like it was lyrics to a catchy song.

“faster, please,” you whimpered, your hand tightening on hers like you were trying to squeeze the life out of it. 

“whatever you want, mama,” she breathed. 

of course, she paused to stabilize herself, then picked up her speed just like you asked. she ignored the way her thighs were burning, pushing through the way they were trembling just to hear the quiet moans slipping past your lips without mercy. 

the pace allowed the harness to rub against her clit deliciously, damn near making her hips stutter from pleasure, but she tried to keep her composure. that is, until you opened your mouth to speak again. 

“shit, i’m yours,” you weren’t one to talk much during sex, so you weren’t really sure where it came from. but you thought briefly about testing the waters since she clearly liked it, then couldn’t stop the words from falling out of your mouth. 

similarly, she couldn’t stop the way her rhythm noticeably stuttered, and the loud moan that tumbled past her lips without permission. “oh fuck,” she whimpered. “oh fuck, oh fuck.” 

her mouth latched onto the skin of your neck, biting down just below your ear on the sensitive spot that had your hips bucking up into her rhythm. it was surely leaving a bruise that both of you would regret later, but you neither of you could bring yourselves to care. the hand she had on your stomach had drifted down so her thumb could slowly circle your clit bring you closer to the edge–mostly because she didn’t know how long she could last. 

she was hopelessly clenching around nothing, her orgasm building in her stomach faster than she was intending to. she could only hope that she could hold it off, because she wasn’t ready to stop fucking you yet. not that she necessarily had to, but she couldn’t imagine that it wouldn’t be hard enough to wipe her out for a few minutes before she could regain her stamina. 

“don’t say that shit to me unless you want me to come,” she managed to choke out, then lifted her head enough to press her lips against yours. though, it was uncoordinated, and sloppy, and mostly just panting in each other’s mouths. 

she tightened her fingers on yours at the feeling of your saliva coating her lips, having the sudden urge to ask you to spit in her mouth from the feeling because she was undeniably yours–a complete and utter fool for you. but she wasn’t sure how you would feel about that, and she wasn’t ready to scare you off the first time you had sex. 

maybe next time, she thought to herself. if there even is a next time. 

paige tried to push down the nagging feeling that there very well may not be a next time because she may have just ruined one of her longest friendships just to have an orgasm, but she reminds herself that it was already ruined anyway. it was ruined junior year of college in that goddamn hotel room after her acl surgery. after she had woken up from her drug-induced slumber and saw you lying next to her with a soft smile that didn’t make her feel broken. instead, it comforted her–gave her a sense of normalcy even when the waves were feeling too rough to continue.

and she knows that coming back from this would be terrible, because she’s already accepted that you didn't want her because you weren’t attracted to girls. so what was she supposed to tell herself now? how could she live with the possibility that you just didn’t like her?

paige physically shook her head to rid the thoughts from her brain. they were much too intrusive in this moment. they were keeping her from enjoying you being naked underneath her, and she needed to be present for that.

though, you being you, she should’ve known better thank to think you’d let it go unnoticed. “what?” 

“nothin’,” she shook her head again, this time almost imperceptibly, “just–look so beautiful taking all me like this. you fuckin’ belong on my dick.”

you allowed your fingers to curl into the hair at the nape of her neck, just below her bun, and pulled. it was hard enough that you pulled her neck back a little, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feeling.

the movement of her hips increased their speed as she subconsciously chased her own release, making your back arch up into her body from your own pleasure. your jaw fell slack against her mouth, so you couldn’t even pretend to want to kiss her back. not that she was even trying anything either, she was just letting her lips brush against yours every so often. 

suddenly, paige’s hand ripped away from yours and the other stopped its movements on her clit. she leant back slightly, her pace slowing just a little as her position changed. you almost wanted to ask her what she was doing, until she grabbed each of legs to throw them over her shoulders one by one. 

“oh, fuck, paige,” you moaned in anticipation for the feeling that was about to come. the sound was more high pitched than your previous moans, but you didn’t care to dwell on it. she did, though, because the sound of her name leaving your lips like that was music to her ears. 

she placed her hands on the sheets next to your head, dropping her body weight onto them so she could resume the faster pace. it caused a slight stretch in your hamstrings, but gave her a new, deeper angle to drill into you at. the skin on your legs was damp against her shoulders, and she couldn’t lie that she felt a rush a wetness when she felt your calves tense around her neck from the pleasure. the new position also brought the tremble in your hips to light, making your entire leg shake for a moment, but you quickly covered it by tensing the muscle. 

“right there,” you gasped. she was so fucking deep inside you, hitting an angle that made you damn near see stars, you swear. your hands instinctively shot out to grab her wrists next to your head, digging your nails into the skin like it was something keeping you on the ground in this moment. 

“yeah? feel good, don’t it?” she asked, a cocky smirk threatening to rise to her lips. her eyes were fixed on your pussy, watching the way the silicone was swallowed whole between your legs–watching the way it was shining with your slick. 

her own pussy was drenched between her legs and making a mess of her thighs, but she tried to ignore the way it was begging to be touched–begging for your fingers or your mouth, or maybe to grind against your pussy or even your leg. god, she fucking hoped this wouldn’t be the only time she got to have you spread open for her like this. there were so many things she could do to make you come, and she wanted to try every single one. 

hell, she wanted to know what it was like to be fucked by you. for you to buckle the harness around your hips and drill into her until she was fucked so dumb she could hardly remember her name, let alone anything else but whatever you would whisper in her ear as she was being filled by you. maybe she was getting ahead of herself with those thoughts, but fuck, she’s had so many dreams about it. so, so many dreams about you on top of her and making her do whatever you wanted.

“yes, yes, yes,” you practically chanted in time with every thrust, though your words eventually just turned into little whimpers that had paige’s mouth watering. oh fuck, the way you were becoming more vocal with the new position had her weak. and she’s glad it gave her bout of confidence, because otherwise she would’ve came already. 

well, she’s trying really hard not to, at least. her abdomen is clenched hard, showing off her abs with the accidental flex as she tries to keep it away.

“mhm,” she hummed absentmindedly, or maybe it was mix between a hum and a moan–she couldn’t really tell. her mind was focused on more important things. “i know, baby.”

you could feel the familiar heat pooling in your lower abdomen, the muscles twitching so much that you had no choice but to arch up into her. though, the movement was more of you arching into your own legs thrown over her body, but the idea was still there. 

“i’m so close, paige, shit,” you choked out. you flexed your legs around her shoulders successfully locking your ankles behind her head to cage her neck in. your abdomen was flexing and unflexing too, torn between staying tense for the oncoming orgasm or grinding it out. it caused your hips to grind just slightly in an attempt to match her rhythm since you couldn’t plant your feet and lift them up to chase it, but you didn’t mind. this almost felt better than that–easier, like it was right there instead of so far away. 

“keep sayin’ my name,” paige whined. she fixed her eyes on your face to watch your expressions, to watch the pleasure she was giving you manifest itself on your beautiful features. “tell me who this pussy belongs to. who got you feelin’ like this?”

“fuck. you, paige,” you moaned. “it’s yours. no one could ever fuck me as good as you.”

her jaw went slack in both surprise and pleasure from the words tumbling from your mouth, and maybe you were a little shocked too. but you couldn’t think, could barely register that you were even speaking in this moment. your words felt distant in your ears. not because you didn’t mean them, but because your brain was so melted from the intense pleasure that it didn’t feel real anymore.

you gasped when you felt her thumb circling your clit again in small circles at a faster pace than before. 

“yeah, that’s right,” she mumbled in concentration, because her own abdomen was tensing with a sudden, intense orgasm. 

maybe she should’ve been paying more attention to the signs so this didn’t happen, but all she could focus on was your face, and the way your pussy was dripping, so she threw herself on the back burner to prioritize what was more important. and she should’ve listened to what she had said to you earlier too–that possessive words would make her come. 

a loud sob ripped from the back of her throat as she flooded her inner thighs with slick, causing her hips to thrust wildly into you to ride out the feeling. her eyes were screwed shut so tightly that the darkness was becoming light again, but she honestly didn’t even realize they had closed until they were opening just slightly when her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

the sight of her coming on top of you was enough to send you over the edge too. you felt yourself gush onto her toy, clenching around it so hard that she physically felt the resistance from how tight you became. it made her hips stutter just once, and she slowed her pace slightly to help work you through it without overstimulating you. 

your legs tensed so hard that your ankles untangled and heels were digging into her shoulder blades. the pressure subconsciously pulled her closer to you, but she managed to lock her elbows so she could stay up. your toes were curled hard enough that you almost felt a cramp brewing in your left foot, abdomen tight enough to show your own abs, and hands locked tight enough around her wrist that there would surely be red rings around them when you released. your jaw was clenched too, rather than slack, teeth pressing together so hard that your molars were aching. 

it was the most intense feeling your body had ever felt, and it damn near didn’t even know what to do with it. 

“fuck,” she cried finally, though there were no tears slipping onto her cheeks. her thumb paused its movements to let you come down, eyes blinking open to watch your body relax under her. her hips snapped forward accidentally, hard enough to make your body move, but she didn’t apologize for it. 

her thigh muscles and hip flexors were burning and shaking from the exertion, but she didn’t stop her slow thrusts to help you work through your orgasm. and again, just like before, she was definitely prolonging it with her movements, but you could hardly complain. 

your body was twitching beneath her, abdomen clenching every few seconds and making her hips turn up. your head felt light and airy, and your lips seemed to find it hard to find words. though, you parted them in a weak attempt to catch your breath as you tried to draw them deep from your diaphragm. 

“okay?” she weakly asked through her own hard breaths. her chest was visibly heaving harder than she had ever experienced in her life. not during a 40-minute straight game, not after running suicides, not even after sprinting a 400 on a track. 

you simply nodded, not fully trusting your brain to make coherent sentences. your hands released their grip on her wrists to let your arms fall onto your head, forearms covering the light from your eyes. luckily, she accepted it as an answer as she nodded back, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. she swiped her tongue over her top lip to lick some off her top lip, too. 

paige slowly moved your legs off her shoulders. she tried her hardest to resist the smirk threatening to tug at the corners of her mouth when they immediately started helplessly shaking from your ankle all the way up to your hip, setting them down gently on the bed next to her so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. 

but you couldn’t even pretend to care about it. you were still catching your breath, eyes shut underneath your forearms as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you just fucked your best friend and it was the best sex you had ever had in your entire life. and not only that, because you would definitely do it again. in fact, she was right. you don’t know if you’d ever be able to touch someone else because your mind would always wander back here. 

not just to the way paige, your best friend, expertly touched you like she knew your body better than you you did, or the way she pounded into you like she didn’t care about anything other than making you come. or the way she ate your pussy like she was starving and it was favorite meal. your mind would travel back to the way she spoke to you like she was yours, like she needed you to know how much she needed you–how everything she did revolved around your pleasure. 

and she was so fucking dedicated to it that you weren’t sure if she was speaking from the heat of the moment or if her words went deeper than that. if her words were coming from a place of hidden truths rather than pleasure so blinding, she would say whatever came to mind. 

you winced at the sudden emptiness of her sliding the toy out of you slowly, but your legs stayed limp against the sheets. she unbuckled the harness carefully through her trembling fingers, leaning over the side of the bed to carefully set the soaked toy on the floor. she made sure that it was propped so it didn’t touch anything other than the carpet for easy cleanup, but she would worry about that later. 

when she sat up again, she gently laid a palm on your ribs and the other on your outer thigh. her chest wasn’t heaving anymore, but she was still breathing too quickly to be considered normal. and her heart was pounding in her chest too, though she couldn’t tell if it was her lingering tiredness from the exertion or from nervousness. 

you didn’t open your eyes at the contact despite the way it had your skin buzzing, still trying to catch your own breath and normalize your own heartbeat after that, but you could feel her gaze burning into you. 

“still with me?” she asked softly. her tone was quiet and careful, trying to gauge how to proceed from here. 

“yeah,” you breathed with a nod. 

after a few moments of listening to each other breathe, you cracked an eye open to see what she was doing. all you were met with was her eyes fixed on your face, lips parted to allow more air in. her eyes were glassy and had a new sparkle that you couldn’t quite put a name to, lips red and covered in salvia from her tongue swiping over them, cheeks flushed pink in the most adorable way, and hair messy in her bun that was still barely hanging on. the corners of her mouth curved slightly into a smile, but her expression was mostly unreadable. it made your heart rate kick back up in a way that was from anxiety. 

this is the part where they would ask you to leave, or make an excuse about being busy as a way to subtly ask you to leave, or get up, or something. your skin crawled uncomfortably, and the feeling that it was about to happen right now too was uncomfortably crawling up on your spine. or maybe that was sweat dripping down–either way, you knew you’d rather beat her to it than face the embarrassment. 

“i should probably think about heading,” you said quietly, trying to beat her to the punch, shoulders tensing as you braced for impact. the impact of her agreeing, you mean, of the reality that you had just had a one night stand with the person you care about the most. and even though she could make you feel good in ways that you didn’t think was possible, that she was still like the rest of them at the end of the day.  

“what?” paige’s tone was dripping in disbelief, and sadness, maybe offense? she tilted her head to the side slightly like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing–like the role was reversed and you had just become the very thing that you were afraid of her being. there was a slight smile on her lips, but it was anything but amused. 

your eyes widened in embarrassment, and you lifted your arms so they were resting on your forehead instead so she could see that, “sorry, i just–i figured you’d–” you sighed to buy yourself time to collect your thoughts to actually utter a coherent sentence, “i dunno. i assumed you’d want me to leave.” 

she chuckled, this time from gentle amusement, the kind that was fond rather and didn’t make you think she was laughing at you, then gently stroked your ribs with her thumb. “why would i want that?” 

instead of replying verbally, you just shrugged. the intense humiliation was burning hot in your chest and cheeks, and you felt stupid for even suggesting something like that now. but you’d never had anyone pay this much attention to you when your clothes off, and truly care how you felt. 

okay, well, maybe a few have tried their best, but it was never like this. never fully putting themselves to the side to make sure you were taken care of first–physically and emotionally. 

“i don’t know,” you mumbled. 

paige sighed, then finally moved so she was laying on top of you. her cheek pressed into your collarbone, one hand on your collarbone on the other side with her thumb gently resting on the skin of your neck, her leg bent so her thigh was gently resting over your hip, and the other leg pressed against your outer thigh so she wasn’t touching your center while you were sensitive. 

her breathing had evened out, and you just hoped she couldn’t feel the way your heart was still racing beneath your skin. if she did, she didn’t bring attention to it, and you were grateful for that. she tensed her body like she was pulling you closer, then fully relaxed so you could feel her entire weight–almost like a weighted blanket.

“i wouldn’t do that to you,” she whispered out of reassurance. then, she took a breath of courage to gather up the strength for her own confessions, “i thought you wanted to leave.”

your breath caught in your throat slightly at the vulnerable tone. “i wouldn’t do that to you,” you echoed quickly. the words left your mouth at a speed that showed you meant it, and weren’t just saying to make her feel better. 

you couldn’t ignore the way her body was trembling against your skin, showing just how much of a toll you’d really taken on her. you figured it was from how much effort she put in though, from how she basically did all the work–not even considering that it was from her unusually intense orgasm, and that it was so intense because she was fucking you. 

because that was the truth. it wasn’t from the speed of her hips, or how long she held that speed for, or how long she was holding herself up. the intensity stemmed from how her body–her mind–reacted to you. she could’ve forced herself to go for hours without a break if that’s what you needed. 

you timidly lifted an arm to drop around her back, fingertips dragging lightly over her skin. she hoped you couldn’t hear how her breath hitched–couldn’t feel how her heart rate increased at the action. of course you did, and the sudden shift of anxious energy filling the air made it obvious, but you chose not to acknowledge it. instead, you ran your fingers up and down her spine lightly, trying to calm her nervous system that was definitely sent into overdrive. 

her body physically relaxed at the contact, which only made her feel heavier against you, but you weren’t going to complain. you could support her weight, you knew that, and if you couldn’t, you would pretend you could for her sake. this was your attempt at forgoing any possible miscommunication that could mess this moment up–like it almost already did. 

“thank you,” you said quietly. you meant it genuinely, but damn, you could’ve slapped yourself after it left your mouth. not because you didn’t want to say it, but because it felt stupid coming from your mouth. thank you for fucking me and giving me an orgasm after i literally asked you to because the men here suck and can’t do it for me, you’re such a good friend! god, what is wrong with you?

still, she laughed lightly and nuzzled her nose into the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, placing a light kiss there. you thought maybe she would say something else, but she didn’t. she let her physical reply speak for itself instead, but you, surprisingly, didn’t feel any ounce of insecurity about it. 

even though she seemed collected outwardly, her mind was running a thousand miles per minute. there were so many thoughts swirling in her head that she couldn’t pick just one to stress on–just one to freak out about. because this was you, her best friend since freshman year of high school when you joined the basketball team as an off-season sport. 

the same you that she knew she was in deep with, that she couldn’t deny the flutter that erupted in her chest every time you smiled, or laughed, or talked, or breathed. 

god, she was so unbelievably fucked. 

[scarsw1fe]

god i just reread this, it’s too good

[slutzforbueckers]

omg ur paige fic today was so good, specifically the first few paragraphs like the doe eyes and her being needy i love cutesy shit like that. could you maybe do a fluff blurb (friends to lovers) of y/n and paige having a sleepover or smtg and y/n is studying and paige wants to cuddle and then it’s just like cute shit 🙏🏽 pleak

friends do this…right?

♡—pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡—warnings: nothing just fluff

♡—synopsis: sleepovers with paige have always been interesting, this one in particular happened to open a new chapter in your lives.

♡— a/n: thank all of you for all the condolences and being so patient!! ily all <333

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

“are you done yet?” paige asked… for the millionth time since you sat down in your chair. you shook your head with a breathy laugh and flipped the page of your textbook, not even looking up. paige groaned and fell back onto the bed, spread out starfish style. “i’m tired.”

“then go to sleep.” you mumbled. paige let out a scoff, annoyed and offended, and that made you look up. her hair was messy from showering and air-drying, her cheeks pink and warm, and she’s giving you those impossibly wide, glassy eyes like you’ve just broken her heart by choosing homework over her.

“this is supposed to be a sleepover.” she sat up and crossed her arms, her bottom lip jutting out in a small pout. your eyes dropped down for a second, glancing at her lips, but you didn’t allow yourself to look longer than that.

you leaned back in your chair and rested your arms over your head, highlighter still twirling between your fingers. “this is a sleepover. you’re over at my house…sleeping in my bed. this is the definition of a sleepover.”

paige rolled her eyes and slid off the bed, her baggy sweats falling back down her legs when she straightened them out. you watched as she walked closer, your body already reacting to her even though all she did was take a few steps into your space. paige circled behind you and leaned down, draping her arms over your shoulders and resting her head in the crook of your neck.

“i want you to lay with me, please? at least until i fall asleep then you can come back to being a nerd.” her breath was warm against your skin as she spoke, it kind of tickled in a way that sent a tingle up your spine. “please?” paige’s voice had that sleepy whine to it and there was no way you could tell her no.

you sighed—mostly to put up a front, like you were fighting harder than you were—and tilted your head to the side, letting it rest against hers. “you gonna fall asleep fast?”

paige hummed and nodded her head, her nose brushing your jaw. she pressed a quick kiss to the side of your neck before pulling back and tugging you out of the chair. you tried to hide your smile as she dragged you to the bed and climbed in, pulling the blankets back to make room for you.

you crawled in beside her, barely settled when she hooked an arm around your waist and buried her face in your shoulder. her voice came out muffled. “see? this is so much better than homework.”

“you’re just clingy.” you rolled your eyes, your fingers starting to trace featherlight lines up and down her arm. it got quiet after that—the kind of quiet that made you wonder if the other person was asleep, but you could feel they weren’t. paige held you tighter, as if you would slip away too soon.

you shifted slightly, your hand now resting against the small of her back. paige’s lashes fluttered at the hand placement and she shifted as well, her leg now draped over yours as she pressed herself closer. your thumb rubbed slow circles against her back, right where her sweatshirt had bunched up, and her skin was warm underneath.

her hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, just to rest at your waist, fingers splayed, not doing anything but being there. in a way it felt intentional. and then she was looking up at you with those same wide, blue eyes that made you give her everything she asked from you.

you were the one to break the silence—with a small breath at first but then you had to ask: “this is normal, right? i mean like— friends do this…right?”

“we do this.” her voice was quiet and unsure—like she was scared to say the wrong thing. your fingers pressed into her skin slightly, a movement you weren’t entirely aware of. honestly, you weren’t really aware of anything past that point. the next thing you really registered was when paige shifted and her lips brushed yours.

it was tentative at first, slow and barely there. her breath mingled with yours for a while, her forehead pressed against yours. both of your eyes had been closed, something inside of you scared that if you’d open your eyes the moment would disappear and prove it wasn’t real.

but then you felt it—real, sure, everything you imagined and more. paige shifted again, moving so she was in your lap. your hands found her hips and you lightly squeezed, pulling her closer. your lips moved together like fitting the perfect puzzle piece, like you’d been doing it for years.

paige pulled back, her cheeks flushed and lips kiss swollen. you finally opened your eyes and for the first time you thought she was actually nervous. her eyes met yours and you smiled, your chest tightening at the look in her eyes.

“friends do not do this.” you laughed, trying to deflect from how hard your heart was beating in your chest.

“we do this.” paige smiled, dropping her head down onto your shoulder. you ran your hand up her back, tilting your head to lightly bump hers.

“yeah, we do.”

[sinstear]

ㅤㅤㅤ— 🎀 cockwarming lawyer!abby 𐚁 18+

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she’s tried so hard to focus on her work. focus mainly and solely on a new case— a case that she has wanted for months, and has finally been given the all go to take it. have at it. make it hers. but she made the mistake of working on it with you at home. she can smell your fruity perfume from here. the perfume she could spend hours smelling on your neck when she’s kissing and biting you there. can practically taste the cherry chapstick on your lips. the same one you’ve always used. she still remembers the first time you kissed and refused to let you change it. you didn’t have work today, so it was your lazy day. lounging around the apartment. catching up on your TV shows. making a new dish you had seen in your cookbook later than evening, if you wished to.

“baby?”

you hummed from the living room— or you said something, she wasn’t really sure. she sure as hell wasn’t paying any attention if you had spoken, abby was more focused on the way you licked your fingers after each strawberry you picked up from the container, and ate it. moaning at the taste. moans that always had her head spinning, no matter what the occasion was.

“can you come here? please?” god was she actually already begging? yes. did she care? apparently not. she just needed to feel you. hold you. hell, even look at you.

unbuttoning her suit jacket like she had suddenly gotten hit with a massive heat wave just from watching you, abby heaved out a quiet sigh, and leaned back in her chair. just in time to spot you walking over to her. smiling mischievously and finishing the last strawberry.

“what’s up?” came your soft voice. fingers threading through her soft blonde hair, nails scratching comfortingly at her scalp. your body melted into her touch when she’s wrapping her arms around your legs, and pulling you into her lap. your lips parting quickly with a gasp when you can feel the strap in her pants, that she always insisted on wearing just in case, against your cunt. “abs—” 

“need to feel you” was she drunk? “please. just—” god she was so weak for you. so weak for everything and anything you did that she would do anything for you. “let me feel you” she murmured, her blue— hooded eyes meeting your slightly wide yet sparkling ones and she couldn’t keep her hands in one place when you smiled down at her. 

“wouldn’t that be distracting for you, Miss Anderson?” you truly were a tease, weren’t you?

“don’t care, need to feel you” was all she said, lustfully. horny. 

her eyes watched you like a hawk. like she always did really. she never wanted to miss anything. first they trailed over the slice of your nose, to the way your lips twitched, almost into a smile at her eagerness of needing you. to your soft eyes that looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

god you were truly such a beauty. 

if she had spent any more time looking at your face, she would have missed the way you climbed off her lap, grinned at the way she bites down on her lip when you looped your fingers into the thin material of your panties and pulled them down, still maintaining eye contact. you were aware of how much that drove her crazy. “are you sure this won’t distract you? you could never really focus on anything else when i would sit on your cock, baby” you lifted your shoulders up in a small shrug, biting back a smirk when all abby did was scoff. “okay well, don’t blame me if you get none of your work done” 

abby rolled her eyes, and threw her head back slightly. the action had her completely missing you kicking your panties— oblivious to the wet patch on them, to the side, but she didn’t miss the way your fingers fumbled with her belt. the sight was enough to always have her losing all remaining cool. especially when you’d sit on your knees, giggle and wink up at her. 

her breath hitched in her throat when you climbed back on her onto her lap. the shirt you were wearing— most probably hers, rolled up just slightly and her hands quickly found home on your thighs, stroking your skin with her thumbs slowly. “just—”

“abigail, if you tell me how to sit on your cock, i will get dressed, go out for dinner alone and leave you here to finish your work” you warned, squinting your eyes down at her.

“right, m’sorry” the blonde nodding, a blush coating the apples of her cheeks at your words. what the fuck was going on? how is she the one that’s shy right now?

those blue eyes flicker to your face when you’re placing one of your hands on her broad shoulders, and for a second abby can’t fucking breathe when she turns her head slightly at the perfect time to find you dribbling a thick glob of spit on the tip of the silicone, giggling under your breath and using your other hand to spread it around. “fuck” her voice suddenly breaking the longer she watched.

her hands were quick to sit higher on your hips, while one of yours gripped her shoulder tightly when you’re running the tip of the silicone through your folds, lips parting with soft gasps, and all abby can do is just fucking stare. watch you rub it back and forth a few times, nudging it against your hole before you chuckle, your eyes flicking up to hers. you were teasing her. you knew how much she loved to see you sinking down on her cock, and you weren’t giving her what she has wanted since she got home.

“sorry, baby. you just look really cute when you’re flustered and impatient” you giggled, placing a kiss right between the crease of her eyebrows, and sinking on her strap slowly. sucking in deep breaths at the stretch. 

you were going to be the death of her one day.

your face was hot, forehead already starting to trickle with sweat when she whispered soft ‘it’s okay’ and ‘take your time’ into your ear. her bigger hands ran up and down your thighs, squeezing at your skin gently, and feathered kisses up and down your neck. as much as she needed to just to feel you close, she never rushed you.  you were right about one thing though, was she going to be able to focus? 

she was going to have to trust her gut and just take one for the team.

you, on the other hand, were not focused at all. not with how she was shifting around in her fucking chair, her hips accidentally jolting upwards and you were biting down on your lip harshly when the silicone slipped deeper, nudging against your walls. the true question was how were you going to sit here, snuggly keeping her cock warm for the remaining time she had on her work without a single piece of attention? 

just as she had went to pick up her pen for the 100th time today, abby clenched her jaw tightly at the sudden whines coming from you. you were trying so hard to bury your face in her neck and keep them muffled by her skin, but it was failing miserably. “baby, i know—” she murmured, tightening her arm around your waist. “just want you close. need to feel you. haven’t been this close to you in weeks. and m’sorry—”

you weren’t making this any easier on her, not with the way you were slowly moving around on her lap, and it’s like she can fucking feel you. the point of the pen hasn’t even hit the paper yet and she’s wanting nothing more than to push all her work onto the floor and make you cum as many times as you want. the way her arm was holding onto you had your brain cloudly, already drunk on the heavy feeling of the pine body wash she had used this morning. “abs—” you whimpered, tightening your arms around her neck, slowly rocking your hips back and forth, and letting out quiet gasped breaths with each movement.

the way you said her name had her reeling, brain going into overdrive, and grip tightening on your body. she didn’t understand why she thought this idea would work. having you in her lap, sitting on her cock, looking pretty, and waiting patiently for her to be done, would be the best idea but she just missed you so much. sure, you were in the same home as her, but to her, you felt so far away on that couch and she needed you so close that not even a sheet of paper would fit between you both.

she turns her head and presses a kiss on your cheek, hips bucking up when she’s trying to get a little more comfortable, and she gritted her teeth when you abruptly nipped and bit at her neck, warning her. your fingers still thread through her hair, tugging and pulling at random strands, trying to distract yourself— though that wasn’t helping her, for even 30 minutes give or take. already wanting nothing more than her to be done, or at least give your attention some clit. but she wasn’t even doing that. “abby, please—”

“i promise i will be done soon, and you will have all my attention, okay?” she tried to compromise, key word try— she was trying not to grind her hips up into you, and fuck you like you deserve each time you let out a whimper next to her ear, but she was regretting this entire thing. having your pretty girlfriend warming your cock while trying to work wasn’t ever going to end in a good way until you were done with what you were doing. “i need you here, please— just for a while, and i promise i will give you whatever you want” she pleaded, screwing her eyes shut tightly when you’re shifting around on her lap, the back of the strap rubbing her clit.

her words went in one ear and right out the other. you could barely focus on the way her lips moved, let alone focus on what she was saying. you were only thinking about how deep she was, how perfectly the silicone filled you up. you were soaked, no doubt about it, you were sure you were dripping onto her pants, but if you were, neither you or abby mentioned it.

the pen was moving quickly against the paper, finally gained enough composure to start writing— jesus christ, has it only been a few minutes since she asked you over here? a few minutes that you’ve been snuggly sitting on her cock? god. abby was biting back her smirks and stifling back subtle laughs when you suddenly let a out a high-pitched whine, the hand she had on your waist had moved, and slipped under her shirt and gripped one of your tits in her huge hands. pinching, pulling, and rolling your hardened nipples between her fingers. 

“you’re doing so good, baby. just sit here looking all pretty for me for a little longer” she mumbled, slowly grinding her hips up, blue eyes flickering up to your face and found your eyes fluttering closed and sinking your teeth into your lower lip. you were already so far gone that you barely registered the huge grin on her fucking face. “just keep my cock warm, and you can have whatever you want when i’m done filling this report. I’ll fill you up so good tonight for being a good girl, my good girl, okay?” was she taunting you? moving her hips so slowly, grinding up into you just to tease you, warn you of what was coming later when you finally had all her attention?

“m’your good girl” you nodded, pressing your head against her shoulder. drunk and delirious on her. her sweet yet deep and raspy voice. her pine-scented body wash. her hand on your tits, switching between the two so the other wasn’t left out. everything about her, and everything she was doing— fuck, she was only talking to you and lightly touching you, but it was enough to have more slick pooling between your legs and your body melting more into her chest. “m’your good girl” you repeated, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

“you are, baby” the blonde hummed, eyebrow quirking up, watching the way you’re slipping your hand down to between your legs, gasping into her neck when your fingers find your clit. whining in protest when abby’s quick to remove her hand from one of your tits just to grab your hand and pin your arm behind your back. “be my good girl, yeah?” she growled, clenching her jaw tightly. 

“i need—”

“i know what you need, and i will give it to you when i am finished. don’t make me shove your panties into your mouth to get you to behave, baby. although, i can’t do that, you’d fucking love that too much” she’s scoffing, tutting under her breath, and grinding her teeth together when you’re moving your hips again. 

you’re lifting your head from her shoulder when her fingers grip your chin between them lightly, smirking at the sight of your tongue running over your lips, slowly running it over her thumb. and she sucks in a deep breath when you’re wrapping your lips around her thumb, pulling it onto your mouth and sucking greedily. “yeah, there you go, baby” she nodded, jaw slack and eyes wide. “imagine it’s my cock, and let me finish up here then you can get the real thing” 

still kinda rusty, idk how to feel about this but i missed lawyer!abby 🤍🎀

[scarsw1fe]

jesus

[liliesplusdaisies]

‘Spread all of my limbs out ──────────

────────── and let you lay in it’

Socially Anxious!Reader X Jealous!Ellie

WC ↝ 3.2k+

Summary ↝ Ellie's friends invite the two of you to their housewarming party. She gets a little jealous when you are constantly pulled into conversation, but she knows a way to keep your attention on her.

Content Warning ↝ Smut, Under The Table Fingering (r!receiving), Praise, Sound Control, Fingers In Mouth.

“Ready to go?” Ellie says, walking into your shared bedroom. Her friend invited her to a housewarming party. On the invitation, it said plus-ones were welcome, so of course Ellie asked if you wanted to tag along. You always had a fun time with her friends, but social gatherings made you a little nervous. You felt like you had to be perfect, at least appearance-wise. From your hair to the polish on your toes, you wanted to be presentable.

“Do you think this outfit is fine?” Ellie is now on the bed, sitting as you stand in front of her looking in the mirror, her hands reach forward to pull you back into her lap. She kisses your cheek and your neck, “Baby, you’d look good in anything.” Her hands explored your body, landing soft rubs on ur thighs. She picks the fabric of your skirt up a little, “Just make sure you don’t need to pick anything up tonight.” She laughs.

The skirt wasn’t that short, but as the night went on, it tended to ride up. You wondered if it had a mind of its own. “Hmm, and what if I do?” You say, leaning back and kissing her lips. She breathes into your kiss and moves your thighs so that you are sitting on one of hers instead of both. Your middle is directly on her denim. “I would hate to have to punish you,” She starts kissing me again, “But you do look so pretty when you beg.” She bites her lip at the memory. 

Her own hormones are scrambling at the current interaction. “Let's just arrive a little late,” Ellie says, kissing your neck. You stand up because you know it doesn’t take you much, a few licks to your neck, and everything you have planned goes out the window. “No, Els, I don’t wanna be the last ones, everyone will be looking at us when we enter.” The anxiety pushes into your brain. You need to make a good impression, especially since you haven’t hung out with Ellie’s friends in a while. Ellie sighs and leans forward, her elbows to her knees and her hands to her face. 

She runs her hands down her face dramatically like she’s fighting to keep her composure. You laugh. “Don’t be dramatic, Ellie, I'm sure we won't go straight to sleep with the drinks we plan on having.” You slyly smile and leave the room, you knew saying that would rile her up. Drunk sex was Ellie's favorite; you weren’t as shy and worried about how you looked in the moment, the sex became more about the feeling and no longer about how you were presenting.

You loved it too, you were able to moan freely, no care in the world about how loud you were, or how pathetic you looked while you begged Ellie to give you exactly what you needed. You’d do anything with the courage fueling your actions. You requested an Uber, knowing you guys would probably be too drunk to drive back. Ellie was right behind you, looking over your shoulder to see how far away it was. “3 minutes, baby, do you have your lip gloss?” You smile at her reminder. Every time you forget your lip gloss in the house, you go insane, keeping your lips tucked in embarrassment until you find a store that sells one. 

You rush to the room, grab it, and stuff it in your bag. You also take the house keys from Ellie because she tends to lose things even when not under the influence. The Uber is arriving, so we do one last glance over to see if there's anything we forgot, “The gift!” You almost scream at the realization. Showing up to a housewarming party without a gift would be insane, so you made sure to buy and wrap it beforehand. “I’ll get it, princess, start heading out.”

When she comes back to you, her brows furrow in confusion, “I have the key, remember?” She face palms a little embarrassed that she forgot within minutes. You just laugh and lock up. The ride is short, only a 5-minute drive, and you yap Ellie's ear off about how nervous you are, but she doesn’t care; she loves it, actually. You were usually shy, so the fact that you are so comfortable speaking your mind to her makes her heart swell.

“It’ll be fine, angel, it always is,” She says, pressing a kiss on your forehead. You just take a deep inhale. When the Uber slows to a stop, your heart speeds a little, and you start picking at your nails. Ellie steps out of the car first so she can hold your hand as you exit the car. “Breathe, baby.” She has noticed the slight shake in your hands. You follow her directions and hold onto her arm. The press of her body on yours, calming you. You can hear the music outside the house. “Does she live by herself?” The house was huge, you were wondering how she could afford it, “She lives with her friends, 3 of them, so 4 in total, I'm guessing they split the mortgage.”

Ellie was shocked at the size, too, but the older she got, the more the people around her were settling into their careers. Stable income became a new common. Right before she knocks, you stop her, “Wait! Does my hair look fine? And my makeup?” Ellie tilts her head to the side. She pulls you in for a hug, squeezes you tight, making you laugh at the pressure, “You're gonna make me explode!” She laughs. You can practically hear the dirty thought pop into her head. “I don’t even wanna know what you're about to say.” Your anxiousness eases. 

Ellie was good at distracting you from your thoughts, often using humor to help. “You look absolutely ravishing,” She says, the word catching you off guard, “Someone’s learned a new word.” She pinches your hip, and you squeal, “I know more words than you.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “If it helps you sleep at night,” you retort. Ellie didn’t read much, but she wished she did. She mostly played guitar or other instruments. You made it your mission to get her back into it, often making her read a line from your books when it got interesting. Now, she makes you read it out loud whenever she’s near you and your books.

Four knocks, your body stills, and overwhelming thoughts swarm you. “Ellie!” It’s Illaine, one of Ellie's close friends. She was really fun and sweet, so you relaxed a little at the sight of her. “Hi sweetface, I missed you!” Illaine says while pulling you into a hug. “I missed you too! Is this your housewarming?” Illiane shakes her head no, it’s not mine, it’s Kameel’s.” You never met her before, so you just nod. You were about to speak again, but Ellie beats you to it, “Can you guys not fuck right in front of me?” 

You and Illaine groan at her drama, “You are so dramatic, Els,” She says. Ellie just laughs, obviously joking, but she did get a little jealous whenever people had your attention for too long. Illaine goes in first, and you two follow behind. You can hear the mummering of people conversing. Some of them are pulling you and Ellie into brief small talk.

“Hi!” A girl you’ve never seen before steps in front of you with a pink solo cup filled with what you presume to be jungle juice, a mixed drink. You tilt your head a little, hoping the two of you have truly never met and your memory wasn’t playing tricks on you. “I’m Kameel, you?” You take the cup from her, telling her your name simultaneously. She nods and looks at Ellie, “And you?” Kameel asks. Ellie rolls her eyes playfully, “You’re so annoying.” Kameel already knew Ellie, but she wanted to lighten the interaction a little by joking around.

She hands Ellie a cup, too, handing you guys a Sharpie to write your names on the cup so they don’t get mixed up. Ellie never lets you pick up a cup you’ve put down, so it was kind of pointless; you do it anyway, not wanting to be rude. Kameel beckons the two of you over to the dining table. There, a game was currently in session. An intense game of Uno, where if anyone draws a plus 2 or 4, the rest of the group has to drink. You laugh when you see someone slam down a plus 2. The rest of the table groans, but still lifts their cup to their lips. 

In the kitchen, people are sitting and eating. An array of burgers and fries was in the center of the table with the sign in front saying, ‘Help yourself.’ You thought it was cute, but you already ate before you left. After that, Kameel brings you to the back patio, the sun was already down, and the fairy lights danced around. There were people playing trivia. At the end of each round, whoever had the most incorrect answers had to take 2 shots. 

“There’s a pool table in the basement, and other games. You guys are free to do whatever you want, just make sure you keep sipping on your drink,” Kameel says with a small laugh, then goes back inside, leaving you two on the patio. “What do you want to do first?” Let's go see if they're done with that round of Uno.” Ellie nods and leads you back in. The table is at the far end of the living room. It’s a rectangle with 2 by 4 seats, making room for 12 people to play. You and Ellie take the end with 2 seats sitting side by side, nearest to the wall. “Do you know the rules?” Someone asks you. “Yeah, I heard you guys playing earlier. I think I understand.” You say, your voice a little quiet. “If you get confused, let me know!” She smiles while shuffling the deck. 

Someone on the left of you starts speaking to you. Ellie was caught in a conversation of her own. “So when did you two meet?” The girl asks, a bit invasive as a first question, you think, but when you smell the alcohol on her breath, you understand her boldness. “3 years ago, sophomore year of college.” You answer swiftly. “What college did you go to?” She asks, and the conversation flows rather nicely. Ellie’s hand is on your thigh now, but when you look over at her, she is still in conversation with someone across the table. You just continue speaking to the girl near you. 

The game starts, and someone immediately draws a +2; the bottle and shot glasses are passed around. Everyone but the person who drew the card takes a shot. By the end of the first round, you have taken 3 shots and finished half your jungle juice, using it as a chaser. You weren’t that much of a lightweight, so you only felt it a little. Ellie, on the other hand? She was already chatting up a storm, something she usually does when she’s had quite a bit to drink.

Another person pulls you into a conversation, while someone shuffles the deck again and distributes it. She was complimenting your outfit and asking you where you got the pieces from. As you were answering, you feel Ellie's hand on your thigh rise. They were now at the band of your hip. You looked back at her; she was talking freely with someone else. So you brushed it off. The conversation between the two of you continued, and you were now asking questions of your own.

Ellie's hand sat right on top of your clothed cunt, already wet from the earlier banter. You stiffened a little and looked around slightly, wondering if anyone noticed. The lights were dim, and the tablecloths were long enough to cover your legs. Plus, you guys were closest to the wall, so as long as you acted like nothing was happening, no one would notice.

You ease a little at the realization. Just as you begin to speak, her hand lifts the fabric of your underwear, and she rubs your clit with the smallest circles, making sure her arms are still. You bit your lip, your cards becoming the most interesting thing in the world. Thankfully, the conversation you were in ended, and you can focus on being still and playing the game. 

“Drink!” you hear. You take your fourth shot, and while everyone laughs freely and is distracted, she slips a finger inside you. You squeeze your thighs around her hands, not sure if you can be quiet if she keeps going. She takes her finger out of you and pinches your thigh. A nonverbal cue to keep your legs open.

You knew no one would notice if you kept your composure, so you complied. This time, 2 fingers entered you. The practiced precision is almost too good. Everyone seems to have forgotten about the game, pulled into conversations with one another. You are relieved now, only having one thing to worry about. Acting normal. Her pace was slow, but the risk and liquid courage turned you on that much more. You brought the jungle juice to your lips. She expertly contorted her fingers just the way you like it. When she applied pressure to the perfect spot, you choked on your drink, making you cough. 

You stood up, excusing yourself to the bathroom, and Ellie followed. You find the bathroom after asking a few people. Ellie locks the door. Her eyes gazed over your body with greed. She pushed you against the door. Kissing you with hunger, no easing into it at all, her fingers found your wet cunt, and carefully danced against your slit.

“What made you so wet, hmm?” Ellie moans at the memory. She was shocked when she felt you earlier; her need to be inside you swarmed her soul. “Earl- Earlier,” You moan into her mouth as she pushes 2 fingers back into you. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you needed me to take care of you?” Her lips were no longer on yours, colliding with your neck instead. She bit into your skin, having no urge to be soft. 

Ellie was more needy than you, her own underwear soaked, but she wasn’t worried about that. She found more pleasure in toying with you. Her other hand lifted your shirt, finding your braless tits. The shirt had a built-in padding, so you found it unnecessary. Ellie is grateful for the easy access. Her tongue found your nipple while her fingers were deep inside you. 

Your knees buckled slightly, “Els, I can't- fuck, they're gonna hear” She moans at you words. “Guess you're gonna have to be quiet then.” She says swiftly, knowing you can’t. Her free hand found your hips, holding you up and pressing you into the door a little harder to keep you still. Ellie's teeth grazed your nipple, and your lip quivered at the feeling. Wanting so badly to fill the bathroom with your moans. 

Ellie wants to hear you more than anything. She couldn't care less if anyone heard, she liked the thought of it. She picked up the pace of her fingers, and your eyes brimmed with tears. When Ellie looked at you, she moaned at the sight. “Baby, what's wrong. Is it too much?” Faux concerns laced in her tone. You were trying your best to keep quiet, but the overwhelming feelings caused your eyes to water. “Can’t-, can’t be quiet,” You say with a slight stutter.

Ellie didn’t want your tears to fall because it would ruin your mascara, and your anxiety might make the rest of your night miserable. Even though it was a beautiful sight, she wanted to relax you a little. She took her hands out of you. Lifting you so you wear on the bathroom counter, now she wouldn’t have to hold you up. She lifted one of your legs while the other one stayed down. She pulled your hips forward a little so you were angled perfectly. You were frustrated at the loss of contact. 

Ellie held your chin up so you could meet her eyes. “You gonna suck on my fingers, okay? So you won't be too loud.” She says, nodding her head at you, making sure you understand her. She knew soon your need would take over your body, and you’d stop listening to instructions, but she was trying her best to keep you focused, “Okay.” It came out like a cry.

She slipped her fingers back into you, pumping them perfectly. Then with her other hand, she took two fingers to your lips. Your mouth parted, and she placed them flat against your tongue. You were looking into her eyes as you sucked her fingers. The sight straight from heaven. Ellie was losing her battle with need, but she had to keep you focused.

When she curled her fingers into you, she saw your eyes brim with saline once again. “No, no, baby breathe,” Ellie instructed. You were trying, but it was too good. “Good job, princess, just like that.” You take a few more breaths, but her fingers aren't slowing. You were whining against her fingers, the fear of them hearing you slowly fading. Your eyes were closing, needing the feeling to consume you. “Look at me, baby eyes here.” Ellie was trying her best to keep your tears from falling, but fuck, you were a pretty sight. 

You opened your eyes a little wider and found hers, “Good girl, so good at listening.” Ellie felt you clench at her words. Her own moans flying past her lips. “Almost there, my pretty girl, you can do it.” Your orgasm was building fast. You wanted nothing more than to scream out and throw your head back, but you wanted to be her good girl. Wanted to follow directions, wanted her praise. So you stuck it through. “There you go, baby, so patient for me.”

Ellie knew you were about to cum, she wasn’t sure if she could keep your tears at bay when that happened, but that was an issue for later. She was only focused on the current moment. You started panting around her fingers. A telltale sign you were on the verge. Drool slipped past her fingers and down your chin. Ellie's eyebrows pushed towards one another, and her eyes lowered. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. The sight made her knees buckle. “Come on, pretty girl, you can do it.” Your legs were shaking as you tried to keep them open. Your eyes shut as the orgasm consumed you. 2 lone tears fell down your cheeks, and you squeezed Ellie's forearm for stability. “There you go, good girl.” She let you ride out your high on her fingers, and when you slumped against the wall, she pulled them out. 

Your mascara ran down your face. Something Ellie tried so hard to prevent. When you saw the concern on her face, you turned to look in the mirror. Instead of getting anxious like usual, you just laugh, the liquor doing its job. “Am I still your pretty baby?” Ellie laughs at your question; her heart swells at the smile on your face and replies, “Always.” 

Author's Note ↝ Hope you liked! Sorry for any grammatical errors. If you want a part two of when they get back home, let me know!

[scarsw1fe]

need.

[lemonbbars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ mean!soccer!ellie hitting from the back after a bad game

mean!soccer!ellie who comes home from a disappointing match one night to you waiting in the bedroom, arms wide and ready to comfort her, though your plans are immediately thrown out the window the second she walks in. her hair tousled, fists clenched, face pissed. a low, heavy “get on the bed.” is all the indication you needed to know that this was going to be a long night.

mean!soccer!ellie who has you bent over on all fours in no time, pounding into you from behind at a pace nothing short of relentless. your arms are practically shaking as she whispers filthy little praises into your ear, relishing in the way they only seemed to get you wetter. “did you wait up all night for me, baby? you’re so-mmf-fucking-sweet.”

mean!soccer!ellie who only teases and taunts the more you arch into her, mocking the muffled, fucked out moans you screamed into the pillow. “a-ah, fuck! ellie-!” “‘ah! fuck ellie!’” she practically laughs out, “could you be any louder? god, you’re such a needy fucking slut.’

mean!soccer!ellie! who takes it all out on you—all the day’s exhaustion, all the pent up frustration—channeled into your poor, sopping cunt. she grins meanly, deft fingers digging into the flesh on your hips, forearms flexing as she moved you up and down her strap.

mean!soccer!ellie whose hand comes down to smack your ass like she really means it. sparing you no mercy as she thrusts into you. the chorus of wanton moans bring ripped from your throat only egging her on. “you like that, baby, hmm?” when you only moan in response, “of course you do.”

mean!soccer!ellie who swears she can feel every inch you tighten around her, groaning just as shamelessly, as her thrusts grow sloppier, pace quickening. “yeah, baby? is that good? fuck, you’re so-hah-goddamn tight.”

mean!soccer!ellie whose relentless pace makes you cum embarrassingly quick, though her taunts are barely intelligible through the haze of pleasure clouding your thoughts as you ride out your high.

mean!soccer!ellie who keeps going long after you come, unforgiving pace only further intensified by the growing sensitivity, driving you absolutely insane. “aw, baby, is it too much? you can take it, can’t you? mhm, that’s right, you can take it. that’s my girl.”

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[scarsw1fe]

yummy

[volirm]

hammered

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader cw: bottom!reader, humiliation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, degradation, mommy kink, non-con somnophilia, jealousy, dumbification, possessive behavior, wanda is a bad girlfriend technically, strap-ons, drinking at a party, inspection kink,  wc: 6.7k a/n: i really wanted to write hate sex with an ex-wanda, because i missed my ex…. , but mommy wanda took over 😵‍💫sorry, not sorry, i’ll always be a mommy’s girl. leave me request of what you want to see next <33 also find this and my other fics on ao3!

You really shouldn't have gone out today. Your friends would have understood; messy break-up, thundering migraine, heartbreaking numbness. Still, here you were, goosebumps lining your exposed legs from jean-shorts that were a little too—short. You had done that on purpose, maybe; you knew Wanda hated when you wore skimpy, revealing outfits around others. Whatever. Fuck Wanda. One of your friends giggled when you rolled your eyes at seemingly nothing. 

“Got your mind off her yet?” she teased, pulling your one-size-too-big jacket over your exposed shoulder. 

“Ugh, never,” you grimaced.

“Maybe hook up with someone, have a one-night stand, y’know, to forget about her.” You scowled at her remark, choosing instead to down the half-empty drink you’d been nursing the entire night. It felt like the more you drank, the more you thought about her. Her annoyingly entrancing auburn hair that clung perfectly to her heated face when she was just a little ticked off. Her idiotic metal rings that wrapped deliciously around irritatingly immaculate slender fingers. Stupid, stupid, Wanda, and her stupid, stupid disgustingly charming personality. Your thesaurus of internally monologued insults was interrupted by a clink on the bar counter behind you. 

“Thank you,” you muttered to your friend, hands meeting the shot glass immediately. 

“It’s on me tonight. You know you need it,” she grinned, “I can’t remember the last time you came out drinking with us! Finally you’re free from that witch, and how she managed to keep you locked up for so long is beyond me.” Free is the last word you would choose to describe yourself right now. The only thing you’re free from is the physicality of said ‘witch,’ she still mentally plagued your mind and claimed your feelings. 

“Yeah, thank god,” you joked, lightly, trying to disguise your depressive yearning as irritation. You didn’t mean it, of course. You would trade everything in the world for one more night with her. Too bad you had snapped on your last 2 love-sick years and stormed out of the room with a “fine, we’re done.” Part of you blamed your friends; if they hadn’t ‘convinced’ you that your relationship was unhealthy, that Wanda was taking advantage of you, too old for you, isolating you, you wouldn’t have had the false bravado to blow up in her face. You didn’t want to think about that, or her, for any longer, swinging your head back to down your second drink, and first shot, of the night.

“Let’s dance, help me take my mind off her,” you shouted over the music, pulling yourself and your friend off the high-stools and into the kaleidoscope of lights. She giggled and joined you willingly, swaying with the melody. Whatever was in that glass she had ordered started to sink into your bloodstream, and the constant movement did not help. You weren’t a lightweight–at least you thought—but it had been a while since you had alcohol without Wanda, and she never let you have anything too strong. The shot forced a weird latency effect in your vision, the ends of it obfuscating as you turned. Movement blur, paired with the same hammering headache you arrived with did not make the dancing easier. You muttered something about needing another beverage for the ‘nerves,’ and your friend gladly complied.

After a while, you lost count of how many drinks you’d had tonight, but no matter how many you’d accept, the sluggish, surfacing feeling of missing your girlfriend—ex-girlfriend—kept rising. Knowing your friends would try to stop you if you told them about your ‘plan,’ you mumbled about needing to use the restroom, and slipped away quietly. Closing the bathroom door drowned part of the lyrics swimming through your mind, but the pounding bass line remained. Your phone had already met your palm when you paused; before you slammed the door in your face, Wanda had thrown a snarky, one-off line about how you’d “always need her,” and “wouldn’t last a day without calling her.” You had scoffed at her at the time, but right now, it couldn’t be more true; however, you had definitely had too much to drink, and your faux brazenness didn’t allow you to hit her contact—yet. It was for the better this way. You knew Wanda would laugh in your face if you had called her here, mocking you for your clinginess and want for her, even after she “treated you like she owned you” and “took away all your agency.” When you said those words to her, for the same second it takes someone to realize their hand is on a scalding pan, her face had crumbled; after that split-moment, she had given you an exasperated glare and built her mask back up. You couldn’t focus on the memory of what happened after, because the maddening music had seeped back in through the open door. The song plaguing the air had switched from the club EDM to a more pestilential rave scene vibe, and your friend had come looking for you. 

“Oh my god, why were you taking so long?” She questioned, dropping her bag on the sink counter and coming up to you. You grimaced at the loud clank of her belongings scattering on the surface.

“Shit,” she muttered, hurriedly picking up a round hand mirror making its way to a descent that would most certainly shatter it. You busied your hands by helping her clean up, mumbling a sorry at her previous comment. 

“I thought you had started your period, or something, that's why I brought all this,” she conceded, gesturing to her bag with various objects sporadically being placed back inside. You should be thankful for friends like her, willing to put up with your years of self-blackballing and rejection of plans extended for you. Here she is, still supporting you, paying for drinks. It’s not like you’d never accept their invitations; it’s just the times you would, Wanda would always pick you up early, or make up an excuse for why you couldn’t attend—with the amount of ‘doctor’s visits’ you had been at this past year, people should think of you as chronically ill with an incurable disorder. 

Speaking of Wanda, your lips pursed as you confessed, “No, I was going to sneak away and call someone.” You could practically feel her eyes rolling when you mentioned it. With both of you drunk, your friend had held an air of brashness, justifying her next remark. 

“She treated you like her little pet, you can’t be hung up on her anymore.” While this analysis of your relationship—past relationship—would have hurt you in any other context, tonight the only thing you wanted to be was ‘her little pet.’ Actually, the more you think about it, the more irritated it makes you. Your friend was right, how could you still be hung up on her? She’d control your outfits, relationships, and even jobs. You hadn’t lived for yourself these past 2 years. To be fair, it wasn’t that bad, she paid for anything you could have wanted, and you didn’t actually need to work since she handled your mortgage bills, student loans, and everything else. She loved you, cared for you, and never put anything above you. Wait. There it was again. That perpetual voice in your head that needed to defend her, always. It was almost like Wanda had planted a replica of herself in your own thoughts, always convincing you to submit to her, never disobey her, listen to her. Whatever; tonight that changed. You had already broken one of her “rules,” evident by the booze that tainted your breath and mind, might as well break them all.

“Remember what you mentioned earlier?” you goaded, looking up at your friend with a maniacal look. She grinned, quickly catching on to your, probably impractical, idea. The two of you left the bathroom, skipping with glee. 

It had been easy to get into bed with someone; perhaps your flirting skills needed work, yes, but their levels sufficed enough for a one-nighter. Was it a little irresponsible of them to let you leave with a stranger while absolutely hammered? Sure, but you had all been a little too intoxicated to think right, and you assured them you’d be okay. Drunken lips met, and your bodies folded into each other. There was a possibility, you thought as your hands gripped fiery strands, that you chose to approach this particular stranger because of her close resemblance to a certain someone. Your friend had eyed you and pointed out the resemblance, but you shrugged her off, calling her dramatic; maybe you should have listened to her at the time. Now, all you could think about were the similarities; her overzealous look, burgundy hair, and husky tone. Her hands on you, in you, lifting a haze over your mind. When you reached your peak, you were ashamed to admit how much it caused you to miss Wanda; thank god your face had been buried in a pillow, or else your mystery partner would’ve probably been disappointed to hear you moaning another’s name. 

You had left the bed as soon as you felt slow rises and falls in your mystery partner’s chest; you felt a little remorse for ditching, but it was a game both of you had signed up for: one-night, no questions, no feelings. Zipping up the same jean shorts that were hastily torn off of you just a few hours prior, and brushing your hair with her comb, you pried open the bedroom door quietly. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on the couch. You walked over to where you had lost your bra and top before you made it onto the mattress. That restless, expeditious hunger reminded you of Wanda, and you caught yourself smiling fondly. The drunken stupidity in your mind had nestled itself into a faint buzz, still leaving your head floating and a little empty. Before you could register your instinctual reflex, your hand started to dial a number you were all too familiar with. 

“Hello?” Her tone was sharp and annoyed. You froze. You didn’t expect her to answer so quickly, especially at 2 in the morning, and you also didn’t expect yourself to call her right after the event that was supposed to help you forget about her. Still, you tried to justify your own actions to yourself, blaming it on the bottomless drinks paid for by your friends. 

“Wan- mommy,” you whispered. You knew that title was her weak point, and she softened on the other line, but stayed persistent. 

“Why are you calling me this late?” She scoffed. She already knew the answer, of course. Wanda had been stalking your location all night, waiting for a call to appear on her phone; a few months ago she installed a GPS tracker on your phone, which you have since forgotten about. This was the type of controlling behavior your friends complained about, but you never took their warnings to heart. When you had mentioned it to her, Wanda told you they were just jealous, and what were you to do if not believe her? 

“‘m sorry.” The demeanor she held made your mind fuzzy; you never could stand to be bad when your mommy was disappointed in you. 

You could hear a sigh on the other line, and then finally, “Don’t go anywhere, I’m coming to pick you up.” Your body felt warm at her demand, humming a barely audible agreement. 

You had bundled yourself up in your jacket and a random throw blanket scavenged from the stranger’s apartment—hopefully they wouldn’t miss it—and fell asleep against a fire hydrant. When the familiar rumble of Wanda’s corvette approached the side of the street, you jolted awake. 

“I didn’t know mommy’s girl was this stupid. Why didn’t you stay inside, baby?” she chastised, coming around the front of her car to squeeze your chin up at her. As much as she hated seeing your blinking dot in some random apartment, she would’ve much preferred you stay warm. You sneezed in response, and blinked at her, dumbly. Her infantilization of you, paired with the high you were still coming off of, brought you to a space where only half your senses were present. 

“I can’t say I expected this of you, baby,” she murmured, pulling you into the car. “I thought my sweet girl would come straight back to mommy, especially after that big fit you threw.” 

Your head tilted a little, trying to wrap your head around what Wanda was saying to you.

“Is this who my little girl is now, hmm?” Her condescending stare, eyes narrowed as if she were scolding a child, make you melt even further into yourself. “A drunk slut, whoring yourself out to some random bitch, and then having to call mommy to clean up your mess?”

“No, mommy, please,” you begged for her forgiveness, wrapping your body around her free arm. You hadn’t stopped to question how she knew the details of your night. She yanked her arm out from you with such startling force, causing your head to hit the wheel. 

“Mommy,” your eyes welled up, "I'm sorry, please, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Don’t go around making promises you can’t keep, baby.” 

“Please, anything,” you bat your eyes at her. At this point, you were just saying anything to get her to soften up, pawing at her arm again. This time she let you fit your fingers between hers, rubbing circles into the back of your hand, while her other hand turned the wheel.

“The first thing you’re gonna do is shut that whiny little mouth of yours. Then, when we get back home, you’re gonna take a nice long bath and go to sleep.” Even when she was mad at you, she could be so considerate. You should’ve never listened to your friends when they told you Wanda was bad for you. How could she be, when she took such care for you? You decided, on your own, that you were going to cut them off as soon as you woke up in the morning. When you verbalized this to Wanda—to the best of your ability—she cooed and stroked your thigh. 

“I knew my good girl was still in there.” Your face heated at her compliment, and you buried your face in her shoulder. It was quiet on the way home with you half-asleep and Wanda at the wheel. She occasionally peppered little kisses on your hand, murmuring words you couldn’t make out.

When you got home, the porch light had been left on—proof of Wanda’s hasty actions. She had been so worried about you, watching your location move to a foreign building. It had been a miracle that she hadn’t driven immediately there, but she knew her little girl would come back to her; you just got lost along the way. Getting you in the house had been easy, but getting you in the shower was another story. When she managed to haul you over to the tub, you fell limp against her, unhelpful and unmoving. 

“Baby. Mommy’s very mad at you right now. Don’t make it worse.” You huffed at her, opening one eye against the bright fluorescent light of her bathroom. Sluggishly, you climbed in the tub, still fully dressed. You still couldn’t believe that she had answered your call, without a second thought; you take her for granted too much. 

“Strip,” Wanda ordered, raising an eyebrow. You pouted at her, raising your arms for her. She rolled her eyes at your childishness, pulling your shirt over your head and your shorts down your legs. When she unclipped your bra, you covered your arms over your chest, bashfully. Wanda slapped them away. 

“How many times have I seen you naked, sweetheart?” she lectured, moving on to shimmy your panties down your thighs. Your cheeks glowed. As she slid them down, she could see a pool of want string down with them. 

“Fucking slut,” she said, biting her lip. You whined at her words, crossing your legs to hide yourself. You were ashamed; ashamed at your choices from earlier, and ashamed at how much you craved her inevitable punishment.

“I’ll deal with you in a bit,” Wanda said pointedly. The way she spoke to your pussy like you weren’t there made the pressure in your thighs grow, uncomfortably so. 

“Mommy,” you groaned, rubbing your legs together. 

“Stop that,” Wanda scolded, squeezing your thigh to freeze your movements. She started the shower, with her still fully dressed. It made you flush even more, knowing you were fully exposed for her. 

“Can you shower by yourself, or do you need your mommy to do that for you too?” She mocked, manhandling you into the cold water. You gasped out the title you had been repeating all night, jumping at the sudden cold. Your nipples pebbled when the droplets met them, a reaction that Wanda did not miss. She slid her hand from your thighs, trailing them up your body to your breasts. Her hand squeezed and tightness of her grip made you whimper. Her other hand, now free after turning on the water, floated to the body wash, pumping the silky product onto her palm. 

“Mommy needs to make sure my sweet girl is all clean, okay?” she spoke, condescendingly, “stay still, baby.” She brought her palm down to your icky center, and using the body wash as lube—not that you needed any help in that department; you were soaking wet, and not from the shower—Wanda pushed three fingers into you at once, causing you to gasp and stand on your tippy toes to get away from the stretch. She pushed you down with her free hand, until your feet were back on the ground, shushing you. When you settled onto her fingers, she began pumping, massaging your cute perky breasts at the same time. You held the back of your hand against your mouth, muffling your melodious moans.

“Don’t do that,” she snapped, “I want to hear your pathetic sounds.” You complied, a bit embarrassed at the reflexive way you listened to her. The body wash gave her “inspection” of your pussy a little sting to it, and every languid thrust made you more and more sensitive. She was being rougher and meaner than usual, and you knew why. It was well warranted treatment, you thought to yourself; Wanda had always been so good to you, but there you were, practically cheating on her with a stranger you had been just a few hours before. And you had cum for someone else, without her permission no less. The guilt overcame you. You didn’t realize you were crying until Wanda’s hands left your chest and core, and cupped your cheeks.

“My sweet girl,” she purred. It was a mystery to how she even realized there were tears, especially because of the water. But Wanda always noticed. You leaned into her touch, babbling out ‘mommys’ and sniffles of apologies. She leaned your head out of the water, shushing you with a kiss. Her lips felt like they were searing hot compared to the shower that had yet to warm up. If you were in the right state of mind, you would’ve realized Wanda set it to that temperature on purpose, to keep your mind uncomfortable, and subsequently moldable. She has you right

where she wants you, pliable, submissive, and needy. You chased her lips when they left you, and she chuckled at your attempt. 

“Let’s finish showering, bunny,” she cooed, washing her hands in the falling water. The rest of your shower went without notability. 

You had passed out right when she finished dressing you in her oversized t-shirt and lacy underwear. Your little snores made her almost forget what she had to be angry at you for. She knew you were just a needy pet; all you did last night was throw a tantrum just for her attention. That was to be expected. What she didn’t expect was for you to actually let someone else touch what was hers. Wanda felt like she deserved reparations for your vehement behavior. And look at you now: freshly showered, adorable lingerie, shirt that lifted just a little too high. You were practically asking for it with your slightly agape mouth, and perfectly laid out hair. Wanda felt like it was justified; your body needed to be claimed again. It was only right. That’s what she told herself as she lifted your thighs, pulling your panties aside. No wonder you were so whiny, your pretty cunt was so worked up all this time. Wanda was only doing you, and her, a favor by taking care of this mess. That was her reasoning behind lowering her mouth on your leaky pink pussy. Her tongue pushed past your entrance, swirling around your insides. She lapped up the wetness you pooled between your legs, humming to herself as she did. A tiny crease formed between your brows as you let out small whimpers in your sleep. 

Fuck, Wanda had missed this taste. Sure, you had only been gone for a night or two, but she would’ve fucked you ten fold in that amount of time. You had been stealing her life source, her reason for living, when you stormed off. It’s only right that she gets to have her way with you now, she justified, as she flicked her tongue into your unconscious form. You were just as sensitive as ever, legs twitching at each swipe. She relieved her right hand of the duty of pushing your thigh apart, and instead brought it down to your soaked entrance. Your hips jutted out just a little, perhaps a cause of your dreams, and she giggled at your eagerness. Even in your sleep, you chased her fingers. When Wanda sunk them into you, she moaned. You were positively soaked, and she ravished in it all being for her. She pumped and curled her fingers with such lewd vigor and divulgence, one could actually believe that she truly did survive off of your pleasure. Your euphonious moans and whimpers bounced around the room, and when she found that spot in you that clenched your abs and squeezed your thighs, she drilled everything she had into it. Like a symphony, your entire body moved up and down to the rhythm of the tempo her fingers set. She didn’t give your clit a break either, licking, sucking, and circling the bundle of nerves until she recognized the contorted look that filled your sleeping face. Then, everything stopped. 

Oh no, she was not about to give her naughty little girl the pleasure of an orgasm, even unconsciously. Wanda had planned to bring you to the edge, over and over again, in your sleep, just so you would be needy and complacent tomorrow morning. And that she did. Every twitch of your thighs, clenching of your abs, and furrowing of your brows, halted her movements. She tightened that coil, again and again, throughout the entire night. At the end, you were so worked up, even a breeze blowing by could give you an orgasm. It was a miracle you hadn’t awoke at any point, and the alcohol definitely played a role. 

Coming morning, your hand had met your eyes, groggily rubbing consciousness into them. A Wanda sized dent was left in the bed, and she was nowhere to be seen. A faint aroma of scrambled eggs and sound of sizzling slowly crept into the room, and you would have been excited at the thought of one of your favorite dishes if it weren’t for the massive ache you had woken up with. Lifting up the edge of your underwear, you could see an ocean of need pooling between your thighs. What could you have possibly dreamt about to warrant this type of reaction? You flung your legs over the side of the bed, scrunching your nose at the feeling of fabric rubbing against your icky area. It was like you had been injected with some kind of chemical that increased your sensitivity exponentially. You slowly made your way to the bathroom, a pair of fresh underwear in tow. Your walk was a little funny, as a result of your attempt to prevent your thighs from rubbing together. It was a pain to clean up, as every swipe sent what felt like electricity jolting through your body. When you finished wiping up your mess, your feet led you towards the ravishing smell, into the kitchen, and your eyes staked their claim on Wanda. 

“Mommy, I’m sorry,” you looked up at her, covering your hands with your face. You felt ashamed caused by memories of last night, and the anger you held for her conjured by your friends dissipating, leaving you with the aftermath of your reactions. She melted at the sight of you, leaning down to pepper little kisses around your forehead. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” She whispered, kissing your ear as she dotted her mouth around. Her breath sent shivers crawling around your spine, leaving goosebumps where they trailed. 

“Need you,” you murmured, pressing into her side. She laughed at your words, hands still occupied on the stove. She had always looked so beautiful doing domestic things for you, like cooking or laundry. You’d usually love making yourself useful in whichever ways you could, but today, you held not the same appetite for helpfulness. 

“Go set the table, baby,” she asked, nodding her head towards the wooden surface. You whined at her request, pulling yourself off of her.

“Please, mommy,” you stomped your feet. Her eyes darkened and she raised an eyebrow.

“Is that how you want to speak to me right now? You’re in a lot of trouble still, silly girl.” Her voice raised in volume, just enough to strike obedience into you. 

“‘m sorry, mommy.”

“That’s what I thought. Do what I asked, sweet girl.” You dragged your feet the whole way to the table, and again whilst laying cutlery, plates, and glasses. Wanda rolled her eyes at your dramatics. 

“Mommy, pleaseee, I really need you,” you begged, a few hours after breakfast. You two had moved to the couch, wrapped around each other with an arbitrarily chosen sitcom in the background. Wanda feigned ignorance at the need between your thighs she knew you were possessing, instead choosing to echo your words from a few nights ago.

“I thought you said I was too much, and that you didn’t need me, baby,” she mocked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. As her fingers floated over, they made just enough contact to melt your mind a little. 

“No, I take it back, mommy,” you whined, “can’t live without you.” You felt, in this moment, that acquiring her attention was akin to your fundamental need of oxygen. Wanda grinned at your admission, leaning in for a kiss. 

“I know,” she mumbled into your lips, and you shifted yourself onto her. 

“Please, let me show you how much I need you,” you whimpered, grinding down, and ruining her sweatpants. Wanda’s eyes glinted, her hand sliding up your shirt, fingers running up your bare stomach before grabbing your breasts with her hands. She pinched one of your erect nipples, rolling it around, watching your body squirm. After she had wound you up last night, almost every part of your body became hypersensitive, confusing you. Wanda, of course, was aware of this. She slapped your chest, playfully, and you gasped at the feeling of her palms rubbing against your nipples as she massaged you harshly. You would’ve fallen against her, had she not been holding you up by your chest; you were practically butter, leaning against her hands, letting her have her way with groping you. Wanda smirked at your pitiful whines and bucking hips, and she knew you felt the hard bulge beneath her sweatpants pressing against you.

“Please, please,” you mewled, any other word escaping your mind. Wanda let you continue to hump against her, her hips pressing her strap purposely up into your clit. Your back arched as you felt it, leaning yourself back against your arms and simultaneously into her. 

“I thought you wanted to watch a show, baby,” Wanda teased, turning your head towards the television by squeezing your chin with her free hand, the other still palming your chest. With your face flushed and eyes screwed shut, you could feel yourself getting wetter and more embarrassed at her words. 

“No, mommy, please, want you,” you moaned, hips already begging for release. She rolled her eyes at your need, bringing her hands down on your hips to force pressure into your nerves. You groaned, as your sensitive cunt tightened around an ache of nothingness. A part of you felt anger towards your past self; if you had not gotten so indignantly enraged at Wanda over what your friends had told you, she wouldn’t be so virulent to you now and you would be in a more propitious situation. As the coil in your tummy spiraled, slews of ‘please’s and ‘mommy’s began escaping your mouth; your hands came around to Wanda’s shoulders, and she could tell you were close. 

“You’re pathetic, sweetie,” she spat, “Fucking slut, whining about how you don’t need me, then coming back and begging for me to let you cum?” The visible flush on your face multiplied, if such a thing could even happen; her words left you fuzzy, and she forced your attention onto her with a sharp squeeze of your thigh, looking into your eyes which were glassy from the fusion of pleasure and humiliation that occupied your empty little head. “I haven’t even touched you down there, princess. What’s got you so worked up?”

Your words die in your gaping mouth and reincarnate as helpless whimpers. Your head was filled with only one thing, and Wanda loved to see you squirming to reach it; she knew you wouldn’t have the capacity to answer her purposefully loaded questions. It’s not like she needed the answer anyway, she hadn’t forgotten about the hours she spent winding you up like a toy, not letting you reach your zenith even once. When you didn’t answer her in adequate time, she released your face, slapping the side of it a little.

“Mommy’s little doll can’t be that dumb yet,” she mocked, pressing you even harder against her ruined pants. You pouted at her words, shaking your head childishly. She laughed at the display, pinching your cheeks. You buried your face into her, leaving breathy whines against her neck, begging for your impending release. The faster you grinded into her, the higher you climbed, but you knew cumming without her permission now would be a death sentence. 

“Mommy, need to cum please,” you spluttered out in one breath, not trusting yourself to take a long pause in between each word. It was getting harder and harder to form coherent verbal expressions, and Wanda relished these dopey babblings. She pressed you further down onto her, encouraging you to rut into her with fervent urge. Wanda had to stop for a moment, just to admire you; bare, rolling hips against, exposed nipples hardening to perfect peaks in the air, your eyes, half-lidded, glassy and full of desire. Your need for her was intoxicating, and her fingertips traveled down her chest, trailing between the valley of your breasts and over the curve of your clenching stomach. You arched into her touch with closed eyes, releasing a whimper of pure and absolute pleasure. 

“Go ahead, baby, show mommy how much you want me.”

With her consent, a breathy, prolonged cry escaped from the rope of desire that snapped inside you, letting you fall from your compulsive hunger; it felt like you had been thrown over a mountainside that had rivaled the heights of Olympus, soaring through the sky to land into the arms of your lover. Your hands dug into her shoulders, causing little crescent shapes to embed into her skin. Wanda reached around your back, nestling her hand in between sweaty strands of your hair. She pulled back softly, bringing your face to hers. It drove her mad, to think about you with another; she met your lips with indignation, leaving sloppy, open-mouth kisses to claim your shaking form. Your hips slowed, almost to a halt if it were not for the sporadic jolts of aftershocks from your orgasm. 

Wanda stilled your hips, pressing her hands around you. You had expected her to bring you down carefully, peppering little kisses around your face, praising you, like she always did. Unfortunately for you, she was not in that kind of mood. Instead, reaching under you, she flipped the band of her drenched sweatpants down, revealing her strap. In one swift moment, before your dumb, empty little brain could even register what was happening, she pulled your panties to the side and her cock into your hole. You squeaked when she pushed into you halfway, crying out and crumpling forward onto her. The feeling of her length engulfed your senses entirely, forcing your focus to one burning point of desire. 

“W-Wanda, wait, stop,” you whined, complaints muffed by her chest, “it’s too much.”

“Mommy,” she corrected with a hiss against your cheek, “isn’t done yet.” 

“Mommy,” you sobbed, grabbing to cling to her arms, or to anything really, as she sank herself further into you. Your stature crumbles under the weight of her looming desire, unable to produce even a single thought as you lose yourself to the sensation of her. 

“You’ll take what I give you, baby,” she hissed, “This is what you asked for, isn’t it?” You nodded, biting your lip and looking up at her through fear pricked eyelashes, fully resting on her hilt. Her hands moved to position both of you upright. Now, your hands were shaking on her shoulders, and hers gripping on your hips. She set an awful starting pace, lifting you up and down her cock, each impact grinding the straps base into her clit. You had whimpered at each movement, feeling fuller than you had ever felt before. Your head lolled forward, onto her shoulder, hiding your flush from her. In this position, your cute whimpers traveled straight into Wanda’s ears, fueling her need even more. It would be a tragedy to compare anything to the sweet heat of your aching cunt clenching around her. 

“Slower please, mommy,” you pleaded, trying to push her hands off your waist. She trapped your wrists behind your lower back, with one hand, while the other guided your hips to roll at a faster pace. “Don’t fucking fight me, baby. You don’t get to, not after that fit you threw. Just be a good girl, and let mommy use your tight little pussy.” 

You whined at her vulgarity, leaning further into her, now fully supported by her shoulders. Willing everything in yourself to be a good girl and take your mommy’s cock, you start to move your hips with her hand. You sat at the precipice of pain and ecstasy, pleasure building inside of you as your walls cave in on Wanda’s length. It truly felt as if you were being split into two, and, to the best of your ability, you voiced your concerns to Wanda. 

“Too much, it hurts mommy, please stop,” you spluttered, gasping and screwing your eyes together tightly at the intense discomfort that disguised itself in pleasure. 

“Mommy will decide when it’s too much for you, baby,” Wanda hissed. You had no choice but to accept her decree, but still let out a whine in complaint. She bucked up a little harsher in response. Wanda’s hand released your arms, trailing around your waist and across your tummy to grope at your bouncing breasts harshly and callously. You deserved a worse punishment, in her opinion, leaving her and running away to slut yourself off to some whore at a bar; she bet you never even caught the stranger’s name, but shit, did you feel addicting. Lost in her own thoughts formed by the synthesis of her outrage and craving, she pushed you over, onto your back to reach a deeper part of you. From on top, she was able to thrust harder with more fervor. Your wanton moans echo around the room, hands gripping the material beneath you. The slick sound of sex and the stringing stickiness of your mixed fluids would have embarrassed you in another mindset, but now, you were just as lost in the desire as Wanda was; the intoxicating feeling of intimacy overwhelmed your senses. Each plunge of herself into you loosened your cunt until there was barely any resistance; as you became accustomed to her size, your whines grew lewdly in volume. With your clammy hands, you clung to her, and every time your pussy took her to her hilt, you let out little whines, raking your nails across her back. Your mind felt higher than any drug could have ever taken you, pleasure obscuring any real thought you might have mustered up. She dropped to lean on her elbows, trapping you between her forearms. 

“My cute brainless fucktoy, aren’t you?” Wanda cooed into your ear, and you nodded your head into her neck; you would've nodded at anything she said, incapable of much else in that moment. Wanda’s breathy moans had picked up their frequency, and you knew she was grinding against the strap’s base as she fucked you; the thought of her using you as just an object for her own pleasure caused your cunt to tense around her, your wetness seeping out between the two of you. “My sweet girl, you feel so tight,” she muttered from behind you, hands fitting themselves around your waist, using your hips as leverage to rut into you rougher. The feeling of her desperate desire rivaled any other, and you felt as if she were trying to melt her soul into yours. Pleasure ran wild in your bloodstream and nerves, firing like crazy, random, and then surging back to one pure point as she rounded your hip to draw circles against your clit. You could hear a gasp, distantly, not quite sure if it was yours from pleasure or hers from the shock of your wetness; your muscles gathered and trembled in transfixed purpose, her fingers and cock prying moan after moan from your lips. You could feel the familiar coil in your tummy, tightening once again, stronger than it had ever before; Wanda could feel the same. 

“Gonna cum again, mommy,” you cried, as you buried your face into the side of her arm. Your forehead pressed against her, and you melted into the light bounce of the couch beneath the two of you. Wanda’s grunts collected against the side of your head as she grew ever closer to her own high. Without uttering a single word, she met your lips again, pressing into passionately. Your mouths locked together, burning, blissful, and mind-numbing. It had felt like a kiss for an eternity, void of time or oxygen. When she pulled away, your steamy, half-lidded stare incited a deep, fervent need within her. You could feel the bruise on your cervix forming as her tempo increased. You knew she was closing in on her climax, and you wanted nothing more than to feel the fall with her. You stammered out incomplete words, in an attempt to declare your proximity to your orgasm. 

The multiverse, and everything in it, ceased to exist in the very moment Wanda’s permission whispered into your ear.

Your legs wrapped around her tightly, and then it washed over you like a wave crashing onto the shore. As you came down from your peak, the wave pulled back, dragging the pleasure out from your core into every limb, every hair on your body, all the way out to your fingertips. The same gratification sank through Wanda, relief from the ache building in her center caused white-hot pleasure to blind her vision. She plummeted from her apex, hands gripping the cushions below you. 

When you both came to, tangled around each other, heavy breathing, and spent bodies, Wanda smiled at you. The love you felt for her in that moment was physically painful, and you brought your hands up to melt into another kiss. “My sweet girl, I love you,” Wanda murmured into your lips, as she fell into your embrace. 

Your life, soul, body, and mind belonged to her, and her alone. You’d never leave her side again.

[scarsw1fe]

holy shit

[elliesadore]

⟩ synopsis : one night stand at a bar turns into needy babbles & soothing sex from your hot girlfriend.

──── # 2.5k ୨ৎ mom! abby x reader, smut, usage of mommy a lot, praise kink, switch! reader x dom! abby, finger fucking, strap usage & strap referred to as cock, etc. mommy abby likes to overstimulate her little horny bunny c:

the silly little hookup that you two had was just supposed to be a one night stand. when you found her lurking at the bar with whiskey in her hand and her knuckles red from fighting some random dude that had hit on her, it was like boom: “yeah, i wanna hook up with her.”

well, life seemed to have its own little plans and you were hit with a second boom. “i wanna be her girlfriend.” thus the two of you began going out and shortly after she introduced you to her son, whom she had adopted after his sister died. she said the two grew up as next door neighbors and she remembered their mom bringing him home when he was born.

with life obviously having a mind of its own, it succumbed to her and him living together. they fought, all the time. it was a given since he was a teen and all, and he often reminded you of your best friend, ellie. the two had their own little special interests and the way he nerded out about sharks reminded you of the way ellie nerded out space and dinosaurs.

sometimes, space dinosaurs, if you were lucky.

abby, on the other hand, didn’t have many special interests other than boxing and her job as a mechanical tech. you had absolutely no idea what she did, and even when she sweet talked it to you, you still couldn’t keep up. she didn’t mind though, she quite liked that you didn’t understand her job.

made it easier to come home to every night; knowing that her girlfriend didn’t give a shit about what she did for work—which meant, she didn’t have to talk about the bullshit she put up with everyday. you always gave her room for it, though. to which she usually denied and ended up cuddling you on the sofa after a long day.

however, there was something else that you noticed caught abby’s eye. one time, after helping lev pick out a mother’s day card for her, you decided to make your own. a special mother’s day gift, you did say so yourself. the kind that really wasn’t suitable for anyone under eighteen.

and there you were, dressed in slutty lingerie in her bed surrounded by rose petals and candles.

“happy mother’s day, mommy.” you had said, and boy did you see the gears turning behind those soft blue eyes.

hues that were once sparkling clear were now fogged over with a newfound sense of need. needless to say, you discovered a new kink for her that night. abigail anderson, loved being called mommy. god, she writhed for it, too.

you were usually the needy one, but when you murmured mommy in her ear while she fucked your pussy, it turned her into a blubbering mess against your neck. all that to say, you definitely used this to your advantage. when she was being extra aggressive during her workouts, you’d coo into her ear, “mommy, be careful with your hands.” and it would destroy her.

or, when she would be on edge after a bad shift.

“it’s okay, mommy. you’re here with me, now.”

fucking hell. abby’s head would swoon every time she heard it and she knew you were using this as a pin point to get under her skin. not that she even cared because, well, she really fucking enjoyed hearing it. it was so assertive and it made you sound like you were begging for something; which she also absolutely loved.

but one particular night, after a very gruesome shift, abby came home more annoyed than usual. she didn’t particularly want to be around anyone, but she also didn’t want to just shove you off of her as soon as you wrapped your arms around her neck. you were always so welcoming when she came home.

despite the annoyance she felt, it would usually completely fade once she had you in her arms. though, tonight, she was just ransacked and ready to hit the hay to go to sleep.

you had a different idea, though.

“m’ missed you so much, mommy,” you whined against her neck. fuck that word, why now? she thought, her arms coming to wrap around your middle tightly. “i’ve been so lonely here without you.”

the blonde’s tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek as she felt herself melt beneath the presence of your need. “did you, love?” she questioned, hoisting you up and off the ground. with your thighs secured snuggly around her hips, she guided herself further inside of the shared apartment.

“what’d ya miss, huh?” abby said softly, setting down her keys before kicking off her shoes. she made her way to the sofa, setting you down on the cushions and leaning over you. her hair was sticking slightly to her forehead from the sweat, and it turned you on even more. “don’t be shy now. mommy doesn’t like when you’re shy.”

fuck. your cheeks flushed as your thighs pressed together, “your fingers. haven’t had em’ since two nights ago.. that’s neglectful, ya’ know?” a playful pout made its way to your face and abby could only chuckle darkly at the way you looked.

so cute and needy.

acting like she hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. poor baby, she had neglected you, hadn’t she?

“poor princess,” she hums, bringing her big hands to rest on your thighs. they slipped beneath the pink lace of your nightgown and up to the damp fabric of your cotton underwear. “i’ve been so neglectful, haven’t i? i’m such a mean girlfriend, yeah?”

you nod your head quickly, back arching at the way she slowly rubs your clit beneath the fabric. “you’re so worked up and mommy hasn’t even given ya’ any attention in two days?” she continues, fingers hooking the panties and tugging them down your thighs.

abby licks her lips, spreading you open on the sofa until she’s gazing down at your soaked pussy.

“you want mommy to take care of you?”

you nod.

she shakes her head, “nu-uh, you gotta use your words, princess.” her hands squeeze your thighs tighter. it doesn’t hurt, but it definitely leaves fingerprint marks. you bite your bottom lip, inhaling sharply as the cold air brushes against your sensitive folds—lips that have been deprived for far too long.

“m-mommy,” you whined, eyes find her’s. they haze over at the name, “please.. fuck, i need you to touch me. my pussy’s—oh god, it’s.. it needs you.”

abby smirks with a satisfied inhale, “does it now? what does this pussy want? my fingers—?” she hardly gets any words out and you’re already begging for it.

that’s exactly what she likes.

“yes! yes, i-i need your fingers, abb—mommy, please!”

her lips cock up into a smirk as she lulls her head to the side to observe you better. “there’s my good girl,” she says, “talkin’ all that goodness for me, just how i like it. you turn me on so much, love.” spreading your thighs wider, one palm cups your cunt and grinds gently.

“there we go,” she huffs through her nose, “that good?”

the question is forgotten as you moan, a sign that you were in fact enjoying yourself. that was all the confirmation abby needed to keep going. using her palm to caress your pussy, she slides the rest of your pink garment up your body until it slips off over your head. your hair rests against the sofa, body on full display.

she licks her lips, “mm, i’ve missed this body,” she leans back to take in the full view before dipping down to kiss your neck. she doesn’t even give you the decency of starting with your lips and instead attacks the skin of your throat, covering and coating it love bites—all equally red and bitten. “can’t believe i let you suffer for two days without me, baby. m’ such a bad girlfriend.”

“so bad—“ you attempt to agree with her, but she rubs her palm in a way that makes your back arch. closing your eyes, your eyelashes flutter and a sharp exhale leaves your nose. “shit, fuck, i could come just from this.”

abby smirks, “oh yeah? i’m shocked. it usually takes more for you to come undone.” she doesn’t let you answer her taunting but instead replaces her palm with two thick fingers sliding into your entrance. you gasp, being cut off with her lips sealing around yours.

she kisses you harshly, tongue delving into the crack between your lips as your thighs open further to greet her. she can feel the way your walls flutter around her fingers and it sets a fire deep into her lower belly. her muscles go taut, squeezing and stressing as she holds back the urge to fuck into you harder—to take out all her stress and anger from the day on your pretty pussy.

not that you would have cared if she did. if anything, sometimes her actions made you want her to fuck you like you were some slutty pocket pussy that she only used when she was stressed out. but, abby? she could never do that to you. she worshiped your body too much.

she worshiped you too much. you were her sweet baby angel, and she could never make you feel like anything otherwise. bringing her thumb to toy with your clit, she takes your hips and guides you to sit up. her arm locks around your waist, scooping you up while keeping her fingers buried deep inside your cunt. your thighs immediately lock around her waist.

“abs—“ you whimper. she keeps fucking into you while carrying you to her room, not letting up any of the overstimulation. she loved overstimulating you. loved hearing you whine and moan her name as she made you writhe and shiver beneath her.

she only pulled out to lay you gently on her bed. sucking your essence off her fingers, she quickly finds the discarded strap in her side drawer. easily unbuckling her jeans, she slips them off along with her boxers before pulling off her dirty oil stained t-shirt. abby tugs off her bra and slips the strap around her hips, clicking it in place with a smooth hand.

your eyes follow her movements, mouth watering for the thickness of her cock inside of your pussy. she notices the way you’re ogling her and can’t help but chuckle. “you’re staring, baby,” she says, smirking and sauntering back towards you. “you must really wanna take this cock, huh?”

“yes,” you answer confidently, “so badly. wanna fucking ride you, mommy.”

the nickname again. fuckkk, it sends a thrill through her, shivers running up her spine. abby leans her head back to take a breath before stepping up to the edge of the bed. she grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach with ease, “ass up.” she instructs, to which you oblige.

she slaps your hips to make you move faster, the burning sensation against your skin ruminating in you mind. your eyes roll back when she begins toying with your entrance again, moving the tip of the silicon slowly against you. you whimper, gripping the sheets tightly when she slowly stretches you out. fuck, you loved her strap.

“yes yes,” you groan, bucking back against her cock as if to start the motions. abby sighs, watching the silicon disappear into your pussy. you always took her so well. in a way that she just couldn’t understand, but the one thing she did know, is that she loved fucking you like this.

loved hearing the squelch of your juices and your moans filling the air—the skin of your ass slapping back against her hips echoing in her room. thank god her son wasn’t here, because fuck she couldn’t hold back. not tonight. not when you were being so fucking pleasing.

her large hands gripped your hips, picking up her motions as she pounded into you from behind, the strap fluttering against your walls. she hit that sweet spot inside of you, and writing sensation rippled inside of your body. “fuck! yes, just like that! oh fuck, go faster!” you moaned out, burying your face into the sheets.

abby leaned her head back, grunting when she picked up speed. you could feel that sweet pressure building up inside, but you kept it down. you wanted this to last and you wanted to enjoy the way she used your pussy to her own satisfaction. your girlfriend was too fucking hot to come quickly, even if you wanted to so badly. you couldn’t.

you needed this to last. after two days of endless aching inside of your pussy, you needed this to keep going.

when you felt her tire out, you slipped the silicon out of you and grabbed her hands. pulling her onto the mattress, you pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. “gunna fuckin’ ride you,” you said, grabbing her shoulders and settling the cock back inside of you.

as it stretched you out again, abby simply watched from below with rigid breathing. she kept her hands on your hips, allowing her blue eyes to keep pace with your bouncing. your perfect tits jumped up and down as you guided the cock in and out with ease. you were too good at this. too fucking good that it made abby weak.

her fat clit twitched under you. she groaned, bucking her hips up to match your speed. when you leaned forward to adjust to her sudden urge, she took one nipple inside of her mouth. you gasped, her tongue and teeth working at the skin as she sucked.

“yes yes, mommy, suck my fucking tits.” you encourage her, cheeks flushed a bright red. she used her free hand to knead at the other breast, taking the swell of it in her palm and using her fingers to massage the muscle.

continuing your riding, abby brought her other hand that was previously on your hip to play with your clit. oh god, there was too much going on. she was playing you so well that you suddenly felt the switch from dominance to submission flip inside of you. you whimpered, “please—oh god, mommy, i’m so—so close!”

“good fucking girl.” she praised.

another suck to your other nipple and a few more stokes to your clit and you were coming undone all over her strap. abby sighed as she watched the liquid flow down the silicon and your pussy gape. “shit,” she muttered, eyes widening at the amount of come coming out of you. “you were worked up, huh?”

“well yeah,” you roll your eyes in faux annoyance, breathing heavily. “i was neglected after all.”

abby smirks softly, plunging the cock in once more before wrapping her arms around your waist. she brings you down to her, keeping the strap deep inside. “m’ sorry, baby, won’t happen again—“ she kisses your neck.

“i’ll fuck this pussy all night, okay?”

“all night—?!”

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[dellscape]

suggestive content•strapping

Abby x Reader

•Pathetic needy top abby•

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Abby had you folded up tight in a deep mating press, your knees pushed all the way back beside your head as her strong body pinned you to the bed. She wore her sparkly lime green (fuck you guys) strap buried deep inside you, and she was already shaking.

Abby always got this way when she folded you up. She went crazy watching her strap bury deep in your pussy.

“Oh my god, baby,” Abby whined loudly, her voice so bright and desperate at the same time.

She bit her lip hard whimpering as she thrusted again. “I bet my cock feels so good in your pussy.” She gasped and her mouth hung open as she thrusted again. “Do you feel it in your tummy?”

You chuckled softly nodding. “I do baby.” you twitched as she rolled deeper. “Ah! So deep!”

She rolled her hips forward with a pathetic whimper, pushing the strap even deeper. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes glassy.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, voice cracking into a high whine. “Tell me it feels good.” She shivered as she thrusted again. “Tell me how good your pussy feels.”

She gripped the sheets next to your face and her body shook thrusting harder. “I need to hear it.”

You gripped her back, your nails dragging down in long lines. “Abby.” you moaned. “S-So good”

Abby let out another whiny moan as she started thrusting harder. Her muscular thighs trembled against you while she kept you folded perfectly.

“I want you to feel so good,” she cried out.

You nodded moaning into her neck. “You always make me feel good.” Your hips twitched as her cock slammed into you again.

“I love when you let me fuck your pussy.” She was shaking her voice needy. “I love it so much.“ She took a sharp breath in as she looked down at your pussy between your legs.

“Can I go faster?” She whined into your mouth as she kissed you. “Please say yes.” She kissed you again. “I need it.”

She broke the kiss gasping against your mouth. “ I need to fuck you harder.”

You nodded biting your lip. “As fast as you need to baby.” You moaned softly.

She pressed her forehead to yours, panting and whimpering with every thrust. Her arms shook from holding your legs back.

Abby’s hips snapped forward faster, deep and desperate, making little broken moans spill out of her with every stroke.

“I am so close already,” she admitted with a shy, laugh that turned into a long whine. “Just from fucking you like this. You look so pretty folded up for me.”

She buried her face in your neck, still thrusting hard and needy, her voice muffled and whiny against your skin.

“Pretty please?” She whined laying on your fully your knees to your shoulders. “Cum for me, baby.“ She thrusted harder. “I”ll be so good.”

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hehehee

[darlingofthecrypt]

i would love a one shot with subtop ellie who’s super needy and whiny, like constantly asking “am i doing it right?” during it 🫦

sub!ellie truthers… my blog is the blog for u

i was gonna get to requests after i finished my fic but this one was too good to ignore

wc: 2.3k

cw: smut below the cut! ellie x afab!reader, established relationship, drinking, 'mommy' is said twice sorry if you hate that, loser!ellie (my baby)

men and minors dni

Ellie’s hands are all over you the second the front door closes. “Fuck. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” She whines, pressing you against the wall in the foyer, not wasting a single second as she presses sloppy, drunken kisses down the side of your neck.

“Yeah, baby?” You tease. You’ve always been the one in charge, but she is so eager to please you tonight after a few tequila sodas.

She kisses up your neck, biting your earlobe gently. Her hot breath in your ear makes you shiver. “Let me take care of you.” She whispers, her voice deep and sultry.

Ellie whines as you pull her closer and press her hips into yours.

“You gonna take care of mommy?” You ask, teasing her. She stops her kisses on your neck, you can feel her smile against your skin.

Ellie pulls back to give you a drunken, cocky little smirk. Her cheeks are burning red from your teasing. “Yes, mommy.” She laughs before kissing your lips softly, slowly, like she has all the time in the world.

She unbuttons your top with ease as she kisses you, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it hit the floor. She pulls back from the kiss to look down at you. “Oh my god.” She groans, bringing both of her hands up to squeeze your breasts over your lace bra. “You wore this for me? So fuckin’ pretty.” She murmurs, breathlessly.

You smile at how pathetic she gets every time you undress, like she hasn’t already seen you naked a thousand times before. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” You say, sternly, already missing the feeling of her lips on your skin.

“Mnh, so mean.” She jokes, bringing her lips down to your collarbone, leaving small bruised spots along your skin as she reaches to unclasp your bra. She takes a moment to pull back and quietly, drunkenly admire your bare chest. She gently rubs her fingertips over one of your nipples, watching it harden. “You’re perfect.” She whispers. You blush.

Ellie slowly sinks to her knees at the sight of you half undressed for her. Her breath catches in her throat as your legs naturally start to spread. “So beautiful.” She praises, grabbing your legs and placing a firm kiss on your inner thigh.

You run your fingers through her hair. “I like you on your knees for me.”

She leans into your touch like she’s desperate for it. “I’ll stay here as long as you want— ‘til you tell me to stop.” She says huskily, reaching up your skirt and hooking her fingers around your lacy thong, pulling it down slowly, carefully, like she’s unwrapping an expensive gift. She’s drunk and flustered and you still make her so fucking nervous.

She helps you step out of your panties, shoving them in the pocket of her pants with a smirk. Her hands slide up your skirt again, whining at the sight of you bare for her. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Don’t know what I did to deserve this.” She mumbles against your thigh, leaving soft kisses.

Your legs twitch under her touch. “Don’t leave me waiting.” You say, pressing your back harder against the wall for support.

Ellie’s hands slide up to your backside, squeezing. A whimper escapes her lips as she finally leans in to taste you. “So fuckin’ good.” She mumbles against your aching core, before dragging her tongue against you again. The pleasure of your sweet and saltiness on her tongue makes her dizzy.

You nearly double over at the feeling. “Ellie—“ you moan.

“Am I doing it right?” She asks, shyly. Her thumb replaces her tongue, rubbing soft circles against your clit as she looks up at you to speak.

“Good— keep going.” You choke out.

“Just good? I can do better than good.”

“Y-yeah. Fuck. Bedroom. Now.” You say, your eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep control, but the sight of her all needy and eager to please between your legs is making you lose composure.

Ellie stands up, still unsteady on her feet, grabbing your waist for balance. “Whatever you say, baby.” She slurs playfully, pulling you towards your bedroom. She slides her hands under your skirt again as she guides you, still drunk and stumbling but too turned on to care.

“How do you want me?” She asks, used to you being the one calling all the shots.

A smirk creeps onto your face. “You tell me. You’re in charge tonight, remember?” You tease, sliding your hands under her shirt.

Ellie shivers, flustered by your words and all the control she has. She guides you down gently onto the edge of the bed. “Want you just like this. On your back.” She stands between your legs, sliding her hands over your body possessively. She lets out a strangled sound, something between a groan and a whimper, as she looks down at you all laid out for her, only in your miniskirt and heels.

She swallows thickly, almost speechless at the sight before her. Until she finally manages to speak. “Jesus, baby. I need you to keep those on for me.”

You giggled at how visibly flustered she is. “You like?”

Ellie nods as she kneels for you again, putting your legs over her shoulders. “I love.” She says, pushing your skirt up even higher. She’s trying to play it cool but her ragged breath gives her away. She kisses up your thigh before licking a firm, long swipe against your folds.

You cry out as your back arches off the bed immediately, she yanks you back down against the bed by your thighs, her fingers dig into your skin to keep you where she wants you. She groans as her tongue circles over you. The sounds you make have her glancing up at you through her eyelashes, hungry for more.

“Fuckkk, listen to you.” She rasps, before taking your most sensitive spot between her lips, sucking lightly. You let out a long, low moan.

She starts to tease you with just the tip of her tongue. You push yourself further down, grabbing her by the hair, practically begging for more. “Don’t fucking move.” You whine, grinding yourself against her tongue.

It’s almost dizzying how fast she can go from confident to obedient again. She does exactly what you say and freezes, letting you work yourself against her tongue.

Her hands grip your thighs tighter, she wants to move so badly but she’d do anything you asked if it pleased you.

She sounds coming out of her are filthy— like she’s the one getting off on this.

“My perfect girl.” You choke out, almost at the edge of your orgasm as she lets you ride her face obediently.

The praise goes straight to her head, her muffled moans cause a vibration on your clit, causing you to finish. You pull her hair even harder as you come apart on her mouth. She takes control again, working you through it slowly, helping you ride it out.

The feeling of your thighs squeezing her head as you finish is heavenly.

“That was good?” She asks, still looking for validation from you as she pulls away, her chin is glistening with your release before she wipes it with the back of her hand.

“Perfect.” You say, breathlessly. “C’mere.” You reach your arms out to her as she climbs over you on the bed, straddling you. She leans down to kiss you again, her tongue slides into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. She can’t help but grind against you, needy for any kind of friction.

You loosen her tie before unbuttoning her shirt. Her chest rises and falls quickly beneath your touch. She sits back up to remove her shirt, tossing it aside.

“Keep the tie.” You smirk, pulling her closer by it. You can feel the heat pool in your lower stomach again as she looks down at you with those swollen lips and hungry eyes.

“Still wanna take care of you.” She mumbles in your ear, still rolling her hips against yours to show you how worked up she is.

“I like you like this.” You whine, rolling your hips along with hers, increasing the pressure.

Ellie lets out a ragged laugh. “Fuck.” She breathes into your mouth before placing one soft, shaky kiss. “You like me like this?” She asks, still drunkenly grinding against you, seeking her own pleasure. “You like me desperate? Then keep me like this.” She whispers.

She’s still drunk, but the way she moves proves how much she loves this. Loves you. Loves watching you get off by taking what you want from her.

“Want you to fuck me.” You whisper.

Your words make Ellie shiver. “Yeah.” Her voice is rough. “Anything you want.” She says, slowly climbing off you to grab the toy. “Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

Ellie takes her time removing the rest of her clothes, besides the tie, of course. She’s still distracted by your heavy stare as you’re lying there looking like a fucking supermodel.

She climbs back on the bed slowly, like she has to think about not stumbling. She kneels on the bed, tightening the harness around her thighs. The sight of her has you clenching around nothing. “Tell me how you want it.” She whispers, lubing the strap.

You back up against the pillows, spreading your legs for her. “Like this.”

“Yeah?” She says, crawling over to you.

“Wanna see your face as you fuck me.” You tease. Her cheeks immediately turn pink.

Ellie positions herself between your legs, lining up the tip of the strap at your entrance.

“Want you so bad.” You mumble, getting desperate and impatient as she takes her time.

“You have all of me, baby. You ready?” She asks.

When you nod she starts to slide the tip in. She moves slow and carefully, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Mhm.” You moan, taking more of her length.

Ellie groans as she pushes in slowly, her hands squeeze your hips, lifting them so she can get in deeper. “So tight, feels good?” She asks. “Can I keep going?”

You gasp at the fullness. “Don’t stop— please—“ you whine, throwing your head back onto the pillows.

Ellie’s skin is burning at the sight of you and the sweet sounds you make. She lets out a soft whine as she fills you completely. She starts moving in and out, slowly, carefully. She presses another kiss to your forehead, your cheek, your nose, anywhere but your lips, knowing she’d get too lost and too distracted in it.

She brings her hands up above your head for more control, moving deeper— faster. The control overwhelms her, she buries her face in the crook of your neck, almost embarrassed, until you start moaning louder, and she knows she’s doing something right. “Fucckkkk.” She mumbles into your skin.

“Look at me.” You demand, sensing her getting shy on you.

Your soft, demanding tone has her head snapping up at your order. Her face is pink and blushed, her eyes are dilated and she’s totally fucking gone for you. “Yes?”

“Look at me when you fuck me.” Your words are a command. There’s nothing soft about them, Ellie always does what she’s told.

Her gaze is hungry as she keeps her pace steady, although the pleasure in your expression has her completely wrecked already. “Look at you, so beautiful.” She whines, slamming her hips into yours. “I need you. I need— need you.” Her thrusts are getting more aggressive as she gets more desperate for the friction of the strap on her clit.

You reach up and grab her hips firmly. You guide her movements to be even harder, even faster. Her thighs tremble as she tries to keep up with the pace you’re setting. “F—fuck.” She cries out, getting way too worked up at the sight of you using her for your pleasure. “Baby— I—“

She can’t even think straight, she just lets you take what you need while desperately trying not to fall apart.

You’re so close. It’s written all over your face. She knows that look.

“I’m gonna—“ you start, dropping a hand from her hip and bringing it to your clit.

“Fuckkkk— yes baby. Let me watch you touch yourself.” She moans, still pounding into you.

“Fuck, baby— I’m gonna—“ You try to speak but the build up of heat in your core is overwhelming. You cry out loudly— too loud. You inhale sharply as your orgasm takes over, your entire body shakes and stiffens with pleasure before relaxing again.

Ellie is still inside you, moving slowly now, touching you like you’re something fragile. “You’re perfect.” She whispers, kissing your collarbone sweetly. She sits up and pulls out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. “Was I good?”

You smile. “Of course. You’re always good for me.” You say, putting a hand between your legs, getting your fingers wet.

Ellie knows the routine by now. She lays her head on your lap like the obedient girl she is, her lips part as you bring your fingers to her mouth, pushing in slowly. Her eyes flutter closed, she moans at the taste of your release against her tongue.

She sucks on your fingers as you move them in and out of her sweet little mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” You praise her as you pull your fingers out, kissing her forehead. “Always so fuckin’ good for me. You’re so beautiful.” You murmur, admiring her.

“Anything for you.” She blushes.

notes: requests are open! feedback is always appreciated xx

[3amwbbconfessions]

the way you care

paige x reader

~a/n: ok a few thing- i’m ovulating, if i could inject brent faiyaz into my veins i would, and little old me just wanted to write based on this song okk, (smut w no plot sry) pls listen if you haven’t you’ll be blessed. also i feel like i may have got a req that kind of mirrors this a bit ago so if that’s true hello:))

~contains: fluff, sexual content

~summary: paige cares about you more than anything.

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rain whispers against the glass of paige’s window in a slow, steady rhythm. the sound made the room feel smaller and safer— like it’s even possible to feel safer than with the woman beside you.

paige is sprawled out, half-hidden beneath her thick comforter, the tv across from you casting a pale glow on her face and the entire room. every now and then she lets out a quiet sigh, the sound soft in the dark, and you can’t help but smile into the pillow beside her.

it’d been a long ass week. between shitty weather and much too many obligations between the both of you, it seemed as though the universe wanted to make five days feel like ten, make a task as simple as showing up to work feel like walking into a fifty-six hour shift. however, it was finally over. the only thing in your head space right now was a friday night, no immediate obligations, and paige.

the room smells faintly like popcorn you’d both crushed in ten minutes and cinnamon-vanilla from the candle you’d blown out an hour ago, the sweetness still lingering in the air, mixed with the clean scent of her shampoo that clung to the blankets. everything about the night felt warm— slow in the way only late nights with her ever seemed to be. the kind of night that made the rest of the world disappear.

nights like this always made something inside you soften. maybe it was the rain, or maybe it was simply paige— the way being with her turned even the most ordinary nights into something that felt sacred. there was something almost unreal about the ease of it all, about the way your body naturally sought hers out without thought, as if closeness had become second nature.

your fingers lightly toy with the hem of her shirt, absentminded and affectionate, tracing over the soft fabric where it stretched across her waist. sometimes you still found yourself caught on the same thought over and over again— how someone could make you feel so safe, so deeply known, and still somehow make your heart race every time she looked at you.

paige had a way of making even exhaustion feel romantic. after a week that had wrung every ounce of energy from both of you, this— her body warm against yours, her thumb brushing slow circles into your side, the quiet rise and fall of her breathing— felt almost like healing.

an overwhelming sense of warmth and gratitude always filled your chest thinking about how lucky you were to have someone to feel so safe with, so secure and so there for you.

you’re curled into her side, head resting just below her shoulder, one of her arms tucked around your waist beneath the covers, legs tangled and resting together like you were make for each other. her thumb moves absentmindedly over the fabric of your shirt, tracing lazy circles against your hip as she watches your movie, a touch so unconscious and familiar that it made your chest ache with affection.

paige’s attention was split between the screen and the quiet comfort of holding you, of the weight of you on her, but every few moments her eyes drifted down to your face. she always looked at you like that— like she was memorizing you even in the simplest moments, like she still couldn’t quite believe you were there. of course you did the same, always unable to fathom how you got so lucky.

“you comfy?” she murmurs suddenly, voice low and a little rough with sleep, and due to the silence that has settled between you for a bit.

you tilt your head up just enough to meet her eyes, the blue-white light of her flatscreen reflecting in them. “mhm,” you murmur, sleep evident in your voice.

a soft smile touches her lips, sleepy and so full of fondness it makes your stomach flutter, despite the action being so simple. she reaches for the remote on her bedside table and moves to turn the movie off—considering you both had been gradually not paying attention anyway and she knew you’d be turning it off anyway— the background sound finally fading and screen dimming into darkness.

now the room was almost entirely dark, except for the occasional flash of headlights slipping through the rain-streaked curtains that cover her large window.

her full attention is finally on you, not that her mind hasn’t been rewired to always be focusing on you anyway. you adjust then, and she reciprocates the movement, allowing for you bodies to move closer under the covers.

the silence between you wasn’t empty. it was thick with warmth, with familiarity, with all the things that had long since stopped needing words. her hand moved from your waist to brush a strand of hair away from your face, fingers trailing slowly along your cheek before settling there.

“you’re so pretty.” she says it absentmindedly, like it’s as simple and immediate as breathing in and out.

the words hit you softly, but the way she said them made heat bloom beneath your skin. not rushed or teasing, just honest and something so natural.

her gaze dances over your face with something close to reverence, eyes heavy-lidded and adoring. the kind of look that made it impossible not to feel wanted, to feel loved.

you smile, almost shy despite how many times she’s looked at you this way before, and despite the fact that you look at her the exact same way. “you say that every night.”

“because it’s true every night,” she murmurs, low eyes flicking between yours before dropping down, “it’s true every second of every damn day.” her voice drops even quieter, almost swallowed by the rain before she leans in. of course you respond right away— paige’s lips against yours felt as needed as oxygen to your lungs, especially after the day you’d had.

the kiss starts slow, barely there at first— a soft press of lips brushing yours, lingering like you have all the time in the world, which right now you might as well. nothing else mattered but paige. it’s sleepy and sweet, the kind of kiss that belongs to late nights and tangled sheets and being too in love to ever really leave each other alone.

she sighs into your mouth before pulling back for just a moment, just to look at you again. her eyes are heavy lidded, filled with a sleepy kind of need and adoration that made you feel weak.

her hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair as she dives back in and kisses you again, a little longer this time, a little deeper. the softness slowly gives way to something more needy, though it’s still unhurried, open-mouthed and warm, like she needs to savor every second.

despite the softness you’re reciprocating, you can also feel the shift in her breathing before anything else, the way it catches just slightly as you shift closer, your leg brushing against hers with more purpose beneath the blanket. her other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you nearer until there isn’t space left between your bodies. the warmth of her against you is intoxicating, and more need than sleepiness is suddenly swirling between you.

outside, rain still patters with a steady rhythm, the occasional slosh of tires sounding against wet pavement and headlights cutting through the darkness of your surroundings. but inside, everything had narrowed down to this— the warmth of her body pressed impossibly close beneath the blankets, her breath against your lips, her tongue brushing yours slowly, the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath your hands as they slide up and down her toned abdomen— there isn’t anywhere else you’d rather be.

paige pulls back only enough for her forehead to rest against yours, both of you smiling a little, breathless in that private way, eyes low and cheeks a bit flushed.

“i missed you today,” she says softly.

the confession settles between you like warmth, small and tender, but somehow heavier because of how honestly she said it. paige always loved with her whole heart, and in quiet moments like this, you could feel every ounce of it.

your hand lifts to her face, fingertips brushing over the softness of her cheek. “i missed you too, babe.”

a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, sleepy and fond, but there was something else in her expression now— something quieter, deeper, “wish i could glue you to my hip or sum, hate not being near you.” her eyes move over your face like she’s searching for every little reaction, every flicker of feeling you give her.

then her lips find yours again. the kiss lingers, still slow like before but almost more sensual now, like beneath that softness was a quiet kind of hunger that was quickly coming to the surface. paige kisses you like she never wants to stop, like every second apart from your mouth had been too long, and you can’t help but stay like this for a while— mouths sliding against each other like you needed it to live.

her fingers slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as she tilts you closer, deepening the kiss more, just enough to make your breath catch a bit. you shift closer instinctively, arms wrapping around paige’s neck, and the soft sound she lets out against your mouth makes your stomach tighten.

it was just a quiet, breathy sound, almost involuntary. but it told you everything.

you pull back this time just enough to look at her. her forehead still rests against yours lashes low over eyes that had gone impossibly darker in the dim light.

“you’re so perfect, ma,” she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. she can’t help but stare at your plump lips, matching the way hers are slick from your kiss, “can’t get enough of you.”

the way she says it made your chest ache. not because it was dramatic, but because it sounded so genuine. like in this sleepy little room, with rain tapping at the windows and the blankets tangled around your legs, she truly meant every word, and you know she did.

her hand drifts from your hair, fingers tracing slowly down the curve of your neck, over your shoulder, lingering at your waist and dragging down to your lower back. the touch was light, almost absentminded, but every movement felt intentional in the way it made your skin spark beneath her fingertips.

paige loved touching you. almost never in a rushed or careless way, either. she touched you like she was proving every single part of you mattered.

her palm settles against your side, drawing slow circles through the fabric of your shirt as she kisses you, and you can feel her exhale shakily against your lips as you lean into her touch.

that small response from you always did something to her. almost everything you do did something to her. you could see it in the way her eyes softened, in the way her hand tightened just slightly at your waist, like pleasing you was as natural to her as breathing.

“c’mere,” she whispers, warm hands sliding under your shirt now and gently tracing just under your breasts.

her voice was low, warm and husky with sleep and affection, as she gently guides you closer until you’re nearly— and finally— on top of her, bodies fitting together in that easy, familiar way that came from knowing someone so well.

you shift slightly so your chest is still pressed against hers, but knees now bracketing her hips, ass resting just above the very place you were beginning to need most.

the kiss that followed was slower, deeper— a mixture of twirling tongues, licking into each other with hunger, quiet groans from paige’s throat that made your cunt throb. you couldn’t help but rock down onto her, fiening for any kind of friction, and she responds with no hesitation. her hands find your ass, grabbing there and helping you roll down again, tilting her head a bit at the same time before sucking your tongue into her mouth with purpose.

her hands can’t help but wander more now— still gentle, still full of love, but more certain. she lets her touch linger, savoring the feel of you, the way you grip harder at the hair behind her neck before traveling down to feel her waist. a couple times she pauses, just to look at your face, as if your reactions were her favorite thing in the world— and honestly they were.

because every little breath, every quiet sigh, every way you melted into her seemed to make something in her soften and intensify all at once. all she wanted was more of you. more closeness, more softness, more of the sounds only she got to hear in moments like this.

the room felt warmer now, the air thicker with the slow, undeniable pull between you, and neither of you planned to slow it down.

paige’s nose gently brushes against yours, eyes heavy and full of adoration.

“wanna make you feel good,” she whispers, the movement brushing against your lips, “just quick, just wanna feel you.”

the words were so quiet, so intimate, that they seemed to disappear into the dark around you. but the way she looked at you after saying them—so full of love, devotion, and want— made it clear that this was never just about desire.

it was about you. always you.

you hold her gaze for a moment, and the look in her eyes nearly undoes you. it isn’t just want, it’s something deeper than that— something warm and consuming and so full of devotion that it makes your stomach tighten. you’d never get used to it.

your fingers slide into the hair at the nape of her neck, nails lightly grazing her scalp, and the soft sound that leaves her throat is enough to send heat rushing through you.

“yeah?” you whisper against her lips, almost inaudible. her hands tighten instinctively at your hips, thumbs pressing slow circles into your skin where you shirt has risen, itching for it to be discarded.

“always,” she breathes, “lemme love on you for a bit, baby.” the word falls from her lips like instinct.

her mouth finds your jaw then, kisses more intentional, open-mouthed and hot against your skin in a way that makes you let out a soft moan. every touch feels worshipful— like she isn’t simply touching you, but learning you all over again.

paige’s hands drift lower, palms warm and firm where they guide your hips into another slow roll against her, and the quiet groan that leaves her this time sounds almost helpless.

that sound does something to both of you.

the room suddenly feels hotter, the air thicker, every movement heavier with meaning. outside, the rain keeps falling in its steady rhythm, but the only thing either of you can seem to focus on is the growing ache between your bodies and the way paige looks at you like pleasing you is the only thing she wants tonight.

“lemme take care of you,” she murmurs softly, lips brushing your skin between words, the breath of it hot against you.

and the way she says it— so tender, so sure, so in love— makes it impossible not to melt into her. you simply nod in response, wasting no time before removing your sleep shirt, then moving to take hers off, too.

your hands immediately find the warm skin of her stomach before dipping down, placing slow, soft kisses along the underside of her tits. all she can do is stare, eyes heavy lidded and completely in a trance by you. her hands continue to rub up and down your spine, stopping at your hips and squeezing there as she tilts her head to the side, giving you more access to the column of her throat as you suck light marks on the skin.

she hums in satisfaction— the sound almost drowned out by the rain outside— before grabbing your jaw and bringing your mouth back to hers, kissing you with a passion that makes you whimper against her mouth. she lets her other hand wander to your tits, lightly massaging the soft flesh there before releasing your bottom lip with a pop.

“lay back for me, ma.”

you do as she says, wanting to savor the moment, yet growing more impatient with every passing second. the look in her eyes nearly takes the breath from your lungs— full of that same deep, consuming affection she always seems to wear so openly when it comes to you.

paige’s hands slide gently along your sides as she guides you back against the pillows, fingertips grazing over your skin in slow, deliberate strokes that leave warmth when they pass. the blankets shift around you, soft against your legs, while the rain outside continues its steady rhythm, almost like it’s setting the pace for the moment.

she pauses for a second just to look at you. you bite back a smile, cupping her cheeks affectionately, almost encouraging her to continue to where you needed her most.

her gaze drifts over your face, then lower, slow enough to make heat bloom beneath your skin, her eyes glazing over a bit as she takes in the view of your tits. so perfect, and all hers. it would truly never get old.

“so pretty for me,” she murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep and something deeper.

then her lips find your neck. the kisses are slower against your skin, warm and open-mouthed as she moves lower. every touch feels intentional, every brush of her mouth against your skin making it harder to stay still. her hands smooth over your waist, thumbs tracing absentminded circles as if soothing you even while she’s slowly undoing you.

the room feels warmer with every second, and you can’t help but arch toward her when she reaches your tits. she swears she could live here— taking you as far into her mouth as she can, licking up to your hardened nipples before twirling her tongue around the area, the sound of her soft moans vibrating against your skin and eyebrows furrowing in concentration— feeling just as much pleasure from it as you are.

your fingers twist lightly into the sheets as she presses one last lingering kiss to your chest before placing another one lower, then another, taking her time in a way that makes the waiting almost unbearable. but somehow that’s what makes it better.

with paige, it never feels like impatience. it feels like being adored.

she finally reaches the waistband of your shorts, fingers hooking there for just a moment as if even now she’s forcing herself to slow down.

when you look up at her, the sight nearly makes your breath catch, simply from the look of her— lips are kiss-swollen, hair tousled from your fingers running through it, and her eyes dark and heavy with want, softened only by the affection that never seems to leave them when she looks at you.

she pauses, gaze flicking up to your face, searching you the way she always does, as if to read you. to make sure every inch of you is still with her in this moment.

there’s something almost unbearably tender in the way she takes you in, chest rising and falling a little heavier now, like she’s trying to steady herself.

“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” she murmurs, voice rough and low, the words slipping out like they’ve been sitting on the tip of her tongue for too long.

her thumb brushes lightly along the edge of the waistband, just barely ghosting against your skin, and the tiny touch is enough to send a shiver through you, and the reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. if anything, it seems to undo her further. she finally drags the clothing down your legs, the fabric falling somewhere with both your shirts.

a soft, almost helpless breath leaves her as the corner of her mouth lifts, something adoring and almost dazed in the expression. seeing you respond to her is her favorite thing in the world.

“look at you,” she whispers, eyes dragging slowly back up to meet yours, “unreal.”

the room feels impossibly warm now, the rain outside fading into little more than a distant hush beneath the sound of your breathing and hers. paige leans down, pressing another slow kiss to your stomach, lingering there for a moment before looking back up at you from beneath her lashes.

the sight of her like that— completely focused on you, hair falling messily around her face, eyes full of devotion and need— makes your heart pound.

she starts with licking a long, firm stripe from your slit, all the way up to the top of your clit before placing a soft kiss right above it, meeting your gaze once more before she fully gets lost in your pussy.

“best thing i ever fuckin’ tasted, swear,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your puffy clit before she dives back in for good. she licks a few tight circles at your clit before descending back down, lapping at your entrance like she’s been starved for days. you can’t help the moan that rips out of you, forever in awe of how fucking well she undoes you.

the sounds you make always spur her on. she moans loudly against you, the vibration of it making your eyes rolls back involuntarily, hands grasping at her scalp to push her impossibly further into your cunt, and welcomes it, of course.

she hums against you before dipping her tongue into your entrance, nose nudging your clit, tongue collecting your slick and dragging it up and down your clit before dipping right back in. your moans switch from guttural to high whimpers, brain washed of everything except paige.

you’re sure she’s enjoying this just as much as you are, her down eyes rolling back from the taste of you, finger tips gripping into your thighs hard enough to leave marks, an almost continuous hum of satisfaction rumbling from her throat and vibrating through you, all the way up to your ears.

as if you couldn’t have any more pleasure coursing through you, paige lifts from you for only a second, maintaining eye contact before quickly replacing her tongue with two fingers. her brows furrow at the way you clench against her, wasting no time before curling them deeply, enough for your legs to start trembling.

“hear that?” she murmurs, and you do— the sound or your pussy shallowing her fingers paired with the sounds you’re both making is fucking addicting, “best pussy i ever seen, always do so good f’me.”

you simply moan in response, mouth falling slack, the sound catching in your throat when she latches her lips back onto your clit without warning.

the way she’s working at you is relentless— fingers curling and thrusting so fast it’s overwhelming, tongue sucking at you hard before she flattens it, shaking her head back and forth, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

and you can feel you’re there. you both do, considering paige can read you like the back of your hand, gauge how fast you’re about to cum with how shallow your breath gets, how your whimpers come out uncontrollably.

“i’m almos’ there p, don’t stop please.”

you roll against her face— instinctively chasing your high— and paige lets her tongue press with more pressure, fingers following your movements until you let you a guttural moan, which she matches, the sound rumbling against your entrance as your eyes shut so tight you can see figures behind them. maybe it’s fucking heaven.

your climax comes hard, and of course paige eases out of you slowly, lapping at you gently until you’re fully ready to come back down to earth.

“fuck, you’re too good, baby.” it slips out of you before you think about it, though it comes as so surprise to either of you. paige simply huffs out a laugh in response, kissing the inside of your thighs softly before climbing back up, hands rubbing along you sides and mouth sucking openly along your jawline.

“only the best for you, ma,” she rasps out, her glassy eyes meeting yours before finally finding your lips again.

the kiss is impossible slow, tongues sliding and saliva mixing in a way that had you both feeling like you just smoked a blunt. you stay there for a bit, soaking in the feeling of skin to skin, something so comforting it hurt.

it hits you then— you needed to feel all of her. right now. despite the fact paige had just wanted to get you off ‘quick,’ you both knew that’s never how it’d go.

“let me feel you, babe,” is all you need to say, and paige doesn’t hesitate. as much as she only cared about pleasing you, the ache between her legs right now was very there.

wordlessly, you reach for the waist band of her sweats, and she helps you discard of them along with her boxers. she lets you slide her sports bra off, too, and your mouth could never not water at the sight of her— broad shoulder, perfect tots, toned stomach all for you. she was simply intoxicating.

her gaze her heavy on you, mouth hanging open as you latch onto her chest, sucking at her hardened nipples and kissing slowly up her collar bones and to her neck. her grip on the pillow beside your head is almost trembling as she lets out a shaky sigh, struggling to stay upright, before ultimately switching your positions anyway.

the movement is almost clumsy, driven more by need than thought. you’re leaning over her, eyes tracking the way her lips are kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, golden hair splayed around her shoulders. there’s something almost dazed in the way she’s looking up at you, like she’s already far gone.

her hands slide slowly up your sides, palms warm against your skin as they trace the curve of your waist and ribs, lingering there. she can’t help but feel every inch of you.

“god,” she breathes softly, almost to herself, gaze dragging over your face before falling lower, “you’re so beautiful.”

the room feels even warmer now, the air thick with the quiet rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of rain still against the window.

she shifts again, settling herself more comfortably under your legs, fitting both of your thighs together just right, and the closeness alone sends heat rushing through you.

her hands find your thighs next, fingers spreading there, thumbs brushing slow circles into the soft skin as if grounding both of you.

paige’s breathing catches and you can feel it in the way her body stills for half a second, the way her lips part as her eyes lift to meet yours again, the kind of need and affection that aches.

you lean down just enough for your foreheads to brush, noses grazing, breaths mingling, and for a moment neither of you moves.

her grip tightens slightly at your hips where they meet your thighs as she eases closer, slow enough to drag the anticipation out, her expression softening into something almost helpless when your centers begin to meet.

“shit, let me feel all you, mama.” it’s almost a whisper, a shaky exhale leaving her lips as you lower onto her. the contact is slight at first, barely there, but it’s enough to make her eyes flutter for a second.

she’s fucking soaked, so much so that it takes you a second to align your pussy just right, at directly the right angle you know would make her feel good as fast as possible.

“yeah, put that pretty pussy on me,” she murmurs, already coming undone faster than she’d like— not even because of her own pleasure, either. even now, all she’s thinking about is how you feel, wanting to make this last as long as possible for you.

she looks absolutely wrecked below you— flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, parted lips, eyes dark and glassy with want— and yet there’s still that same tenderness in the way she looks at you. like you’re a trophy on her mantle.

you let out a soft moan as you set your pace against her cunt, sliding slowly, letting your hands meet behind paige’s neck while her grip on your hips tightens. head lolling to the side, eyelids dropping even lower than before, she guides you against her while her own hips roll up to meet yours, and the way your swollen clits are fitting is fucking delicious.

it doesn’t take long for your hips to roll against paige even quicker, more purposeful, all sensitivity from your last orgasm fully gone, your only thought in mind to make her feel just as good as she does you— though it definitely doesn’t take much.

“fuckk.. you’re so fucking good,” paige almost slurs, spreading her thighs wider to deepen the pleasure between you, warm hands traveling down to grip at your ass me now rocking you against her pussy even firmer, even deeper. you let out a whimper as a sharp wave of pleasure shoots through you, and paige wastes no time before reaching you and catching you in a searing kiss.

it’s more of a messy clash of mouths— all teeth and tongue and heavy breathing— but neither of you care, too high off the drug of each other to carry any coordination right now. she breaks off and dips down suddenly, all but dragging her lips down your jaw to place hot, wet kisses on your neck, grip on your hips never faltering despite the way the roll of both your hips is getting more and more sloppy the closer to get to your peaks.

her arms drag up, a bit sweat-slicked from the heat between you before wrapping around your shoulders to hug you closer. she lets out a low groan, the sound muffled by the way she’s dug her face into the crook of your neck, “almos’ there, baby, come with me. know you can.”

the sound of her voice does it for you, your second orgasm ripping out of you with a shaky moan as you melt deeper into paige’s chest, thighs trembling against hers. she’s there with you just a second later with one last buck of her hips, puffy pussy brushing yours as she lets out a dragged out moan, eye brows furrowing and pulling you impossibly closer.

for a moment, neither of you move. the only sounds filling the room are the steady patter of rain still against the window and the shaky rhythm of your breathing, both of your bodies still trembling in the aftermath. paige’s chest rises and falls hard beneath you, warm and damp where you’re pressed against her, her arms still locked around your shoulders like she can’t bear to let you go yet, like you’d want her to anyway.

you stay there, half-collapsed into her, face tucked against the crook of her neck while her fingers slowly drag up and down your spine, soothing and absentminded, like she’s grounding both of you.

paige lets out a breathless little laugh and the sound vibrates against your skin.

“shit,” she murmurs, voice rough and wrecked, lips brushing your temple, “thought you said you were tired, hm?”

you can’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips, lifting your head just enough to look at her— she looks completely ruined beneath you, though surely you match her.

hair tousled around her face, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a deep pink, chest still rising in uneven breaths. her eyes are heavy-lidded, glassy, and so full of adoration that it makes warmth bloom through your exhausted body all over again.

“nah, you were tired,” you mumble, barely able to keep the teasing out of your voice. “i said i was comfortable.”

a soft groan leaves her as she tips her head back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she looks back at you with that same dazed, dangerous smile.

“alright then,” she says, voice low and playful, hands sliding slowly down your back until they settle at your hips. “i hope you don’t think i’m not bouta getchu right again.”

the words settle between you, half-joke and half-promise. the way she looks at you after saying it—a bit tired, wrecked, but still so hungry for you— makes heat stir low in your body again despite the exhaustion.

you laugh softly, shaking your head as your fingers brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

“we’ll see.”

paige’s smile turns softer, more intimate, her thumb tracing slow circles into your hip as the rain continues outside. you lean down to kiss her again, softer this time, mouths still swollen and warm, the kiss lingering in that sleepy haze that always came after this.

but the way her hands tighten at your waist tells you everything— this night is far from over.

[ghstbil]

Soft Mornings

pairing: billie eilish x female reader

warnings: fluff, drabble

a/n: little billie chapter ‘cause I miss her 😔💔

You’d describe your life as absolute heaven. Billie’s blonde hair scattered across the silk pillows, her face buried in her arm that was tucked under her head. Her free arm kept you close to her chest, never letting you have the chance to slip away in the night.

And you lived for it—your body warm against hers in the brisk mornings. The dewy air flowing against your windows, sunlight peaking through the blinds.

Your manicured fingertips grazed her bare arm, trailing down to trace the fairies gracing her hand. Billie slowly stirred, but never fully waking as she buried her face further into the crook of your neck.

“My sweet girl.” You cooed in her ear.

Billie felt your cold breath against her skin. She smiled in her sleep, untucking her head from your neck as she fluttered her greenish-blue eyes open. “Hi, mama.”

“Hey, baby.” You smiled widely already at the sight of her adorable face.

“Mmph.” She hummed a sound, nudging her nose against your shoulder, kissing the bare skin of it. “Feel so warm, babe.”

“Thank you, honey. Did you sleep okay?” You softly traced the shape of her back tattoo.

“Slept like a baby…” She whispered with so much sweetness, so much vulnerability in her voice that it made your heart flutter out of your ribcage.

“Me too.” You giggled a little.

The morning swept up in slow motion. You crawled out of bed, kissing Billie’s lips hundreds of times because she swore she couldn’t wake up without them. With a smile, you found yourself brushing your teeth in the bathroom, a fresh shirt decorating your upper body with Billie’s sweats hung loose around your hips.

Your girlfriend appeared behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder, watching you softly through the mirror. Then she shifted slightly to brush her hair, smoothing out the knotted bits.

The two of you made your way into the kitchen. Prepping breakfast was probably one of your favorite moments of the day. Billie would concoct a new smoothie recipe everyday for you and her to try while you made her favorite waffles, sliced fruit on the side.

Sat at the table, you ate your food peacefully with one hand conjoined with Billie’s. She smiles, kissing the back of it as she stood up, clearing the table of your empty plates.

Throughout the day, you found yourself drifting to Billie even if you didn’t mean to. When she sat in the home-studio, you were sitting in the couch in the background with Shark in your lap. If she was playing fetch outside with the dogs, you sat on the porch awaiting with cups of lemonade.

By the end of the night, Billie pulled you into her lap, letting your head fall against her shoulder as she put a random movie on for you to watch. Her lips met your neck softly, planting sweet kisses along your delicate skin.

“Mmm, love you so much, baby.” She murmured in that whispered tone—needy and loving.

“I love you more, precious.” You cupped her face with one hand, meeting her lips with gentle ease.

[cassieskitty]

ꫂ᭪݁ PROMISE, BABY

orange shirt!abby giving you strap for the first time ˖‪‪❤︎ ︎‬ིྀ

part 1 here ♡

— ˳✧༚ content warnings -> college au, established relationship, switch!abby, switch!reader, nerdy!abby, use of a strap-on (r!receiving), strap-on referred to as cock & dick, use of pet names, blowjob (a!receiving), face fucking (r!receiving), mention of fingering (r!receiving), slightly innocent abby, spit kink if you squint, pussydrunk!abby, overstimulation (r!receiving)

— ˳✧༚ word count -> 2.2k

minors, do not interact <- 𓈒𓏸.°•

abby’s first time giving you strap is clumsy but educated. she’d referred to her best friend, ellie, and the internet to get a sense of what she was supposed to do with a harness around her waist and a dildo at its end.

she’d wanted to surprise you for your six month anniversary with a different kind of night. you’d just come home from the adorable diner she’d taken you to. she’d made you feel like a princess and completely swept you away, with amazing food and a sunset walk afterwards. but, in the back of your minds, you’d been equally feral for each other, and it’d all come out the second you got through the door to your dorm.

abby’d had you in several positions while she fingered your aching cunt, but, god, it wasn’t enough. she wanted to be inside you, make you stretch around her cock. show her all the dirty thoughts that’d been rushing through her all night.

after what was already your fourth orgasm, abby pulled away and got up, making you whimper with the loss. you sat up yourself, taking note of her nervous, almost anxious expression. “babe? is everything—?”

“can you close your eyes?” abby blurts quickly, like she was desperate to get the words off her tongue, and terrified to do so. when she notices your worried expression, she gives you a small smile of reassurance. “it’s not a bad thing. i just…have a surprise for you.”

the clarification calms you, and you sit back in bed, doing as told. “this better be good.”

you hear some rustling for a second, and it sounds like she’s pulling whatever it is from under the bed. you don’t hear much apart from the tightening of…god, what was that noise?

you’re tempted to open your eyes, but abby finishes quickly, because she almost immediately says, “open.”

when you follow her command, your jaw goes completely slack. there stands your nerdy girlfriend in your favorite shirt of hers, with a harness around her waist, and a black dildo at its end.

“holy…abby…” you try to find the words, but they don’t seem to come. all you can think is how good she looks like that, and how adorable she was for keeping this a secret from you.

“i know, it’s…is this weird? i wanted to surprise you,” abby said with a nervous chuckle. she looked between you and her waist, nervous. “i want tonight to be special, baby.”

you didn’t know it was possible to be aroused and soft at the same time. “you’re so sweet, babe, i…” you sit up on your knees then, and even like this, with her standing before you, she’s still so much taller, and, fuck, does it make you weak. “how’d you even think of this?”

“it was with e- ellie’s help- oh,” abby said with a soft groan as your hands trailed up her sides. it was hard to listen when she looked so good like this. your fingers tease her abdomen through her thin orange top, pulling a shiver from her lips. “like what you see, huh?”

“mhm,” you hum. “ellie’s kind of a wild card. bet she suggested you do all sorts of things to me.”

abby chuckled. her hand found its way into your hair, unsure of whether to pull it or play with it. “no. just taught me the basics. what we do tonight, baby, is…up to you. it’s all about you.”

who knew a sentiment so sweet could sound so sultry?

“well,” you hummed. you spit onto the faux cock, pulling a little gasp from the nerd. “figure we need to get it wet before you fuck me, yeah?”

abby smirked at you, and she’d made up her mind: her hand was pulling your hair then, albeit lightly, and tugging you closer. “yeah, baby. we do.”

abby helps you off the bed and onto your knees. you hardly see her from this angle apart from the few times you’ve eaten her pussy—which happens so rarely, because she’s far too obsessed with yours—so it’s always a treat to admire her this way. the prospect of her using your mouth, however, made it all the more heated.

abby had her thumb against your bottom lip while she looked down at you, tongue pressed into her cheek. you looked so beautiful like this, so ready and all hers. “how do you want it, princess?”

“we’ll start slow. see how it goes, yeah?” you respond.

“okay,” abby said with the puppy eyes that always made you melt. “anything for you.”

you don’t waste a second. your lips wrap around the cock, sucking slowly at first. abby watches as if entranced as you swirl your tongue around the tip, putting on a real show for her.

the silicone is foreign against your tongue, but it doesn’t take long to get used to it. besides, it’s not so much the flavor you’re focused on, but the responses your sucking is pulling from abby.

“christ, baby…you’re so beautiful…” abby groans, and you can tell she’s itching to pull you closer. “you look so good like this.”

you let out a flustered laugh, planting your hands on her thighs. “you can do what you want with me, you know.”

abby raised an eyebrow. your comment had left her both confused and intrigued. “what?”

“i mean…” you hum, “you can be a little rough. i don’t mind.”

“i don’t want to hurt you,” abby says quickly. “this is supposed to be a good night.”

“you won’t,” you reassure. “and it is. i can take it, babe. promise.”

that being said, but, of course, gently, abby pushes you down further onto her cock, shuddering like she can actually feel you taking her in. it has to be at least seven inches, you think, as you slide the faux dick down your throat. your head bobs with precision as abby simply stands and watches, completely enraptured by your performance.

“oh, my fuck, you’re so—“ abby whimpers, holding your head in place. you’d comment on the submissive remark, if you weren’t already so busy.

after a few more bobs leave abby practically salivating, her hips suddenly buck into your mouth, making you gag. abby pauses almost instantly, looking down at you with mild concern. “i- is this okay?”

you pull off for a moment, drool connecting to your lips to her now sloppy cock. the sight has her soaking, but she does her best to focus on the matter at hand. “i already told you, babe. more than okay.”

without waiting for a response, you take abby’s dick into your mouth again, and this time, she’s anything but gentle. her hips stutter violently into your throat until she finds her rhythm, bucking in quick but precise thrusts.

you gag at the punishing impact but don’t pull away. in fact, your fingers dig into abby’s thighs, forcing her to fuck your face even deeper. it’s new, and dirty, but, god, does it feel so good.

“you look so pretty sucking my dick, baby,” abby mewled. she was quickly becoming addicted to the sight of your lips wrapped around her like this. “can’t wait ta fill you up.”

you let out a pleasured moan following her words, just as eager as her to be fucked. in the meantime, you look up as abby while she thrusts into your throat, determined to drive her crazy.

your mission wouldn’t take much.

“god, my pretty girl,” abby was mumbling a few minutes later. she pulled you off her cock with a slow pop, collecting the remaining drool from your lips then pressing her thumb against your bottom one once again. “ready to get fucked, babygirl?”

you pull her thumb into your mouth for a second before answering, unable to resist teasing her. “more than ready, abs.”

abby helps you to her feet and lays you flat on the bed, climbing on top of you. you gasp as she pushes her thigh between your legs, pressing a heated kiss to your mouth. “eager, are we?” you tease.

abby chuckled against your lips. “what can i say?” she smirked between kisses. “that might’ve been the hottest thing we’ve ever done.”

“i agree,” you smiled. “you can check my panties to prove it.”

abby smirked and moved back, pulling your legs onto either side of her hips. your casual dress had already been discarded the minute you walked in the door, so all that was left were your bra and panties. abby pulled them down, again, to reveal your soaked folds, begging for her touch. “fucking hell.”

abby pulled your underwear all the way off, discarding it on the floor with your forgotten dress, before settling her hands onto your thighs. “i need to have you, baby. can’t wait anymore,” she whined.

“oh, babe. are you begging now?” you tease, bucking your hips as a tease, making abby gasp with want.

“do i have to? because i will,” abby said a little too quickly. “wanna fuck you so bad.”

you shook your head. your bottom lip’s between your teeth when you answer, “no, you don’t.” i want it just as bad.”

abby sat up eagerly, lifting your legs a little for her own access. she slots her cock between your folds, and the tip presses sinfully against your entrance. “just tell me if it’s too much.”

without waiting for a response, abby pushes into you slowly, the stretch making you gasp. it’s not as long as it is thick, and having it inside you versus sucking it felt entirely different. “jesus christ, abby,” you moan, unable to help yourself.

abby’s hips still, watching your face. “is it too much, baby?”

you shake your head again. “just keep going, babe. i can take it.”

abby’s hips buck forward then, rocking into you with slow but deep thrusts. your back arches just slightly off the bed. you feel incredibly full, but so fucking good.

at some point, abby’s focus drifts away from you and onto her cock. she watches it disappear in and out of you like she’s been hypnotized, and the sight makes you chuckle.

“having fun there?” you tease.

“mmm…mhm,” abby hummed in her daze, as if she couldn’t snap out of it. her hips are rocking a little faster now, and when she hears the pleasured moans that come out of your lips, she takes it as her sign to continue. “god, you look so beautiful like this. gonna get fucking addicted.”

“abby,” you moan as she picks up the pace. “feels so good, babe.”

“yeah? you like that, princess?” abby groaned as she hovered over you. her lips found your neck as she grunted, “am i doing good for you, love?”

you nod a little too eagerly, hands slipping up her shirt to scratch down abby’s bare back. “s- so good, baby. i’m so—“

“i know, doll,” abby cooed, fucking you faster. the nerd in her knew it was impossible, but she could’ve sworn she felt you clenching around her dick, signaling your impending orgasm. “i’m gonna get you there. promise, baby."

abby hits a particularly deep spot inside you and continues to fuck it with pistoning hips. she looks incredible like this, your sweet girl now reduced to a needy mess, desperate to get you off.

your orgasm sneaks up on you when it finally happens, hitting you like a freight train as you clench around abby’s cock with a broken cry of her name. abby’s thrusts slow the tiniest bit as she fucks you through it.

“oh, fuck, baby. you’re beautiful,” abby whimpered. it’s then that you realize, with her hips still moving, that your girlfriend is also trying to get herself off. each thrust rubs against her clit deliciously, and it’s making her crave you more. “sorry, angel, i’m sorry,” she whined.

you can’t be bothered with the overstimulation when you so desperately want her to feel good. “it’s okay, honey. you need this,” you coo. you watch abby pump her cock in and out of your used hole, driving the two of you equally crazy. “cum for me, pretty girl. whenever you’re ready.”

abby presses a needy kiss to your mouth as her hips buck into your cunt, and you could feel a second orgasm on the horizon while she chased her first. “i…baby…oh, f- fuck,” abby whimpered against your mouth.

you held the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. “it’s okay, babe. let go.”

with a loud cry, abby was coming undone, whimpering your name into your neck. you had a firm grip in her hair, which you knew she’d always liked, as she rode out the waves of pleasure. you’d never seen her so pathetic, and, fuck, was it hot.

when she’s completely finished, a panting mess,, abby lifts herself up to look at you, forehead slick with sweat. she wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. not when she was so addicted to the sight of you stuffed full. 

“angel, that was…” she trailed off.

she doesn’t have to say it. “yeah,” you giggled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “yeah, it was.”

abby nodded. she was also trying to reclaim her oxygen. “so,” she eventually gasped. “how was that for an anniversary gift?”

“oh, abs,” you smirked. “fucking perfect.”

the ending is so rushed i got lazy… but i had to finish this for my wife :3 i hope you enjoyed < 3

[scarsw1fe]

fuckkkk