z berg taking fem!ryan on a shopping spree. they go to a lingerie store yada yada and when they get home z makes fem!ryan model it for her and then finger fucks fem!ryan while talking sweet to her in her ear❤️
there’s jesus somewhere adjacent to you and he’s whispering you these ideas, beautiful girl.
it’s been forever since I’ve written like this so give me grace!
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Z had been looking forward to today for a long while now, planning it out on their ever-busy schedule about two weeks in advance. The two of them were always so packed with events, gigs, anything they could get their hands on. A day dedicated to some form of intimacy was typically a dream far off and borderline unrealistic, but she’d made a spot for her girlfriend, naturally. She’d be a stick in the mud if not, it being high time she gave some princess treatment to her ever-dramatic lady.
Ryan, walking in tow with her, dressed with a loosely fitting dress, one of Z’s favorites, the one with the sheer skirt that brought out Ryan’s pale, sexy long legs. Over her shoulders was a blouse, knit sometime along the line by Ryan herself. A purse bought as a birthday gift sits on her hip, crossed against her small chest. She looked good, but that wasn’t a very high bar with Z by now. The other woman was tempted enough by her girlfriends very existence.
The stores atmosphere was the worst part, poor girls with their judgmental and frankly controlling boyfriends trying to pick out scandalous numbers for their broads. Ryan cocks an eyebrow over her round sunglasses, twisting her head sideways to whisper a judgmental comment or two into Z’s ear.
After far too long, they settle on a rather simple set. It isn’t too showy, something that they both could agree on. It’s elegant, flowers adorning the sheer bra, a matching set of panties with a veil-like skirt. It was too feminine for Ryan’s usual tastes, but she decides Z deserves a few victories in life, especially since she was paying for this one.
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The air was tense while Z eagerly waited for Ryan to come out of their bathroom. She sits on the bed, legs neatly crossed, one over the other. As the door cracks, her eyes are brought up to her girlfriend, now dressed in the lingerie they’d bought only a handful of hours ago.
“Well, how does it look?” Ryan stands, a lack of confidence evident in her demeanor. She was confident about many things, but a thing or two brought her back into the shell she’d grown comfortable with far before Z had ever met her. One of her knees buckles slightly into the divot of her opposing leg, teeth biting down to worry her plump bottom lip.
Z, on the other hand, can’t get enough of what she’s seeing. The overhead lignt hits just perfectly to highlight her perked nipples under the top, sat perfectly on her small tits. The bottoms are the same story, her clean-shaved cunt just barely visible from the front.
“God, more than, Ryan.” She mutters, watching relief wash over the other girls face. “You look amazing. Come here.” Z reaches down, patting her thigh softly. Ryan, somewhat like a puppy obeying her beloved owner, eagerly hurries over to sit herself firmly on Z’s leg, brown eyes looking curiously into her lovers. A soft smile spreads across her lips, a gentle kiss or two exchanged between them hurriedly.
“I can’t believe you almost didn’t like this one, Ry, can you imagine wearing anything else?” Z shakes her head, hand reaching to rub gentle circles on Ryan’s thigh, fingers ghosting over her cunt through panties. Ryan bites her lip again, raising her eyebrow. “I guess they wouldn’t have done this for you. I tried to do you a favor.” She teases, adjusting to spread a leg to lay across Z’s hip. “I’m not complaining, though.”
“You’d better not be.” Z replies, raising her eyebrow right back at the other girl. “Wouldn’t wanna get pissed off at you tonight, hmm?” She tuts, pulling the panties to the side to rub at her girlfriends clit, reveling in the way Ryan’s spine arches inwards so quickly, her mouth opening slightly in what could only be a little bit of surprise at the sensation. Z’s fingers move in practiced circular motions, using the gradually building slick to rub at her with more ease, drawing soft, increasingly needy moans from Ryan as she shakes her head in reply to Z.
Leaning in to press cherry red lips to Ryan’s ear, She whispers, “You just look so perfect, yeah? You deserve a reward.” To drive this statement home, Z slides a finger in to Ryan’s welcoming wetness, pumping it in, out. Ryan’s face flushes a deeper shade of red, twisting her neck to rest her nose in Z’s collarbone, whimpering like a mutt. Z hums satisfied, adding another finger to give Ryan that sensation she knew that she needed. She curls her fingers, letting her manicured nails scrape just barely against Ryan’s walls. Ryan moans, head almost flying up from where it had just rested, her pretty spine curving even further.
Z slides her fingers in, nearly out, back and forth, ramping up speed gradually as the rocks of Ryan’s hips grow more and more desperate. “You’re such a good girl, Ry, so good for me.” Z mutters, getting to a pace to fuck Ryan properly on her hand. “Ah, ah.. ffuck, yes mommy, I’m a good girl.” She wails, long, calloused fingers digging into her lovers spine. Her face twists, a pretty sight Z was all too familiar with. She was close. “Yeah, Ry, you’re so good getting fucked. Such a perfect woman you are.” Z whispers, almost winded by the mere sight of Ryan.
“Fuckfuckfffuck! Nngh, Z!” Ryan groans, loud and high pitched, cumming hard around her girlfriend’s fingers as Z brings a near relentless assault to that perfect spot inside of her. Z slowly drags her fingers out of Ryan, bringing them to her own lips to suck the slick and cum off of them. She smiles, satisfied, looking at Ryan.
“Hey, you ruined my pants.” Z taps Ryan on the cheek, earning a fucked-out glare.
“I don’t really care right now, Z. We have a washing machine.” She grumbles, shoving her face into Z’s shoulder again, pushing her back to lie down, hooking her leg right over Z’s hip.
“Love you.” Z raises her eyebrow, kissing Ryan’s forehead.
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