I'm trying to upgrade my art style and draw characters my own way! And also trying to fight art block :') if you have any suggestions, please let me know, ANYWAYS- here are my studies so far! (guess who is my favorite to draw...)
going through her tumblr likes and pinching her clit for every nasty post there is. “you actually get off on this shit?” in the meanest tone while my finger eases into her needy pussy
Warnings: public sex, established relationship, fingering (r! receiving), almost getting caught, panties in readers mouth, breast sucking, restraint
Genre: smut
A/n: forgot to say this but I’m gonna take down Robin from the master list. I really liked her character and I’m so fucking in love with Maya Hawke but after the finale I thought I could power through it but I can’t! It was just so lack luster that I don’t even wanna write for her anymore🥀 hopefully there will be a Maya character I wanna write for in the future or maybe I’ll come back to Robin who knows but rn I don’t see myself writing for her.
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Today was like any day you want something, you yap Graysons ear off about one thing, typically a Pandora charm you’ve been wanting then it turns into going into this store and that store and you come home with a whole wishlist!
Right now you’re in Victoria Secret, trying out the pieces from the collab with Twice. You peek your head out, Grayson attentively reading something off her phone and you whisper for her to come in. No worker was really paying attention so she entered.
You step back and so her the heart set, doing a little spin.
“What do you think? I know it looks a little silly with the pair I want over my panties but I wasn’t gonna put that on my bare vagina!” You say as you look at yourself in the mirror before turning back to your girlfriend
Grayson was quieter than she usually is. Concerned you ask, “are you hungry, or tired? If so we can go, I don’t want you to-”
“ ‘m good you just look...” She whispers, husky voice rigid. Her broad shoulders are square as you see lewd thoughts flash in her eyes.
“You like how the set fits?” You nod as she pulls you by the small of your back. “You want it?” You nod again a bit more happily.
“Earn it” she bites your ear and trails kisses to your shoulder, pulling the bra strap down.
“Gray we can’t here” you whine in a hushed whisper, “we won’t be the first nor the last” she argues as her hand slips down to grope your ass.
“If you really don’t want to we’ll stop” she pulls away, lifting to chin to make eye contact.
After milling it over for all of five seconds you tell her to continue.
Her mouth was on yours and her hand cupped your covered breast. Thumb rubbing over your hardening nipple.
Stumbling against the wall, Grayson uses this as an opportunity to slide off both pair of panties. Using your actual underwear as a shared gag.
Her chest heaves as she feels you clench around her two fingers. Her foot tapping yours so you can open your legs more. Her hand needing more space between your full thighs.
Her thumb rubbed counterclockwise as her fingers picked up the pace. You were so close to coming, that your mind got fuzzy, too fuzzy. Your nails clacking against the wall got an employees attention.
“Everything good in there love?” She sweetly asked.
Gray pulled back so you can get your panty out your mouth to respond. With it still in her mouth she nodded towards the door telling you to respond.
“Yea, I’m good! Thanks!” You try to say as quick as possible. You hear her feet love from the door.
Gray didn’t say anything she just took her belt off. “ ‘m sorry gray” you say with a pout as you put both of your hands together and present them to her.
She puts the panty only in your mouth and whispered, “I don’t know why I thought you’d be quiet.”
Apologetic eyes are all you can give to grayson before they got screwed shut. Her left hand freeing your breast to suck, other hand dipping back into your cunt.
Your hips spasm, and you bite down on the panty as muffled moans fill the air.
The brink of your orgasm is building when she pulls away, leaving you whining like a kicked puppy.
“Gonna need too loud baby I can already tell” she whispers as she wiped your wetness on her pants. She quickly helps you get dressed and organized what you wanted to get.
Sheepishly you check out, almost hiding behind grayson. Afraid to look at any employee just in case they thought you did what you did.
You sped walked all the way to the car, waiting for grayson to get the door for you. When she settled everything (including you) into the car, you cover your face and groan.
“We can’t come back for like three months!”
She chuckled and rubbed your thigh, “if that’s what you need baby” left her soft lips as she pulls off.
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A/n: I hope the Grayson lovers are happy cause I’ve missed writing for this small but mighty community! Hope y’all enjoy, mwah xoxo
Apart from the fact that Grayson holds her shot here, I've just noticed that Grayson is left handed! She holds the rifle with her right hand and presses the trigger with her left.
For comparison, Caitlyn holds the rifle with her left hand and shoots with her right.
Warnings: suggestive ending? Other than that pure fluffy Grayson!
Reblogs help a bunch and would be appreciated <3
<<< Day 14
Day 16 >>>
"Wake up darling, I have an early Christmas gift for you..." you feel the bed dip as Grayson sits onto he edge of the bed, brushing the hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. "Mmph.. but it's not Christmas for ten days love..." you mumble, blinking your eyes open and letting out a small yawn.
She chuckles quietly, finding your so damn beautiful, bed hair and all. "I know darling, but this one? I can't exactly hide it. Meet me at the front door in 30 minutes, and wrap up warm dear it's cold today." She kisses your forehead, then your nose, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
You hum happily, nuzzling your nose against hers until she pulls away. "I have morning breath..." you mumble as she stands. Grayson just hums and walks towards the door, stopping at the door, turning to face you with her hand ont he door handle. "Your morning breath doesn't bother me my dear. I love you, all of you, even your morning breath." And with that she leaves quietly, letting you wake up and get ready in your own time. She was always so gentle with you, like you were breakable, fragile.
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An hour later, you walk out of the front door, dressed in black leggings, with a white knitted jumper and white knitted leg warmers to match. Along with your coat and snow boots, you knew she would fuss over you if you didn't dress appropriately.
She holds her hand out, that small smile on her lips she always has when she's around you. "You look stunning as always darling." Sliding your hand into hers you give it a small squeeze as you both start walking across the property, the snow crunching beneath your feet. "You're biased, you're my wife."
Grayson rolls her eyes at that, squeezing your hand once more as she guides you towards the stables. "Correct, but even if i wasn't your wife. I'd still think you're the most stunning creature on this planet." That puts a smile on your face, you lean into her side, holding onto her arm as you continue the short walk to the stables. You'd loved horses as a kid, and when Grayson found out? Well she just had to have stables built on the property.
"Why are we going to the stables? Did you get me a new saddle for my baby?" Baby. The horse Grayson brought you when she built the stables, an ex champion horse. Shaking her head she looks down at you. "Not quite. Patience love." You knew that tone, she wasn't going to spill anything, so you just walk with her in comfortable silence. The snow falling not too heavy, but enough to be pretty.
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As the stables come into view, that's when you see it. The stable hands, with two horses which you've definitely never seen before. "You... Gray you didn't..." you tear up, squeezing her hand tightly. She guides you closer to the horses, gently dismissing the stable hands after they finished saddling up the two horses. "Merry Christmas my love."
The two horses were gorgeous, one a dark chocolate color, almost black. The other white, completely white like the snow othe than the tuft of hair between the ears which was black. "Those are Arabians... more ex champion horses?" You pet the white horse, running your hand over the smooth coat.
"Yes, they were gling to be put down as they had no use anymore, so I saved them. I thought you'd enjoy having more horses around, especially when I'm away working." Grayson pets the other hose, running the back of her hand up and down it's snout. "They're beautiful Gray... do they have names?" She nods, gesturing to her horse first.
"This big guy here is eclipse, and that little lady is called angel. I know, I know real original." She huffs, almost amused. But you loved them, their names fit perfectly. You smile when the two horses rub their noses together. "It's perfect. They're perfect." You wrap your arms around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Grayson's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer as she returns the kiss.
After a few moments you pull away when the stable hands weak over with two riding helmets and two pairs of riding boots. "You set up a ride?" Your smile only grows larger when she nods. After helping you into your boots and helmet Grayson gets into hers, making sure everything is on safe and securely. "I thought it'd be nice, especially in the snow through the forest."
You must've been a saint in your past life, it was the only way you could believe you got this lucky in life. To find someone who loves you so openly, so deeply. "Thank you love. Really." You kiss her cheek before hoisting yourself up onto angel, Grayson does the same with eclipse and you both set off towards the forest.
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The ride was perfect, the horses were perfect, Grayson was perfect... you couldn't help but feel extremely lucky that this was your life. That you were blessed to fall in love with a woman who loved you so deeply. The snow was falling, it had stayed pretty light, just dusting over the landscape which was already covered in white. "God it really is beautiful out here." You mumble as you ride side by side with Grayson.
She turns her head to look at you, both horse walking at the same pace together. "Not as beautiful as you, especially you on that horse." You smirk and roll your eyes playfully, looking over at Grayson who had hardly taken her eyes off you the whole ride. "Do you always just come out with these compliments, or do you think about them before hand?"
Grayson chuckles, petting her horses mane as you both ride on through the forest. "They come natrually, what can I say? I see beauty and I have to comment on it." God she was so cheesey, she'd always been sappy but by god you loved it. You loved the way she loved you, it was perfect.
"I love you, you know that?" You turn you head to face her again, her eyes locking onto yours instantly. Grayson visibly relaxes, like having you in her sight, within reaches calms her like nothing else. "I do. But you should know... I love you more darling." With a giggle you roll your eyes and race off on your horse, shouting back over your shoulder. "Last one back to the house gets to top the other tonight!"
Grayson practically chokes on her own saliva, not expecting that to come from your lips, but she recovers quickly, racing to catch up with you, she would win... she had too.
Can you do The Golden Trio (Sevika, Grayson, Ambessa) x Y/N a night shower with them??? 😭 Would loveee if it's NSFW too 😩
BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS THIS ONE'S A LONG RIDE
Night Shower with Sevika, Grayson, Ambessa
NSFW
Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, reader is a pillow princess
➼ Ambessa was the first to insist. And then Sevika quickly agreed.
➼ So now you were stuck in Ambessa's luxurious bathroom, a towel wrapped around your naked body as you watched the both of them undress.
➼ Grayson, however, was waiting for your order. If you didn't want to, she would have tried to persuade the two women under the shower to leave you alone.
➼ Oh but you wanted it. You just didn't want to admit it.
➼ So after minutes of Grayson's gentle reassurance and Ambessa and Sevika urging you to join them, you finally gave in.
➼ You slowly let the towel slip away, your eyes fixed on the marble floor as you nervously stepped toward them, the warm water sending shivers across your cold skin.
➼ Sevika didn't waste her chance. Her hands slithered from your back to your waist, pulling you back.
➼ "What's wrong, Sweetheart?" Ambessa nudged your chin up with her index finger.
➼ You quickly shook your head before giving her a sheepish smile. But your eyes kept wandering — up and down her body. Well... mostly down.
➼ And that's when you saw Grayson enters, completely naked, her gaze locked on you.
➼ Now you were trapped, pressed between three goddess-like women, each one stirring the forbidden fantasies you have had.
➼ And before you knew it, the soap was being passed around, your attention now turned to its sweet scent. You closed your eyes, deeply inhaling only to realize that multiple hands were lathering the soap across your body.
➼ A soft gasp escaped your lips as you opened your eyes to see the three of them eagerly touching your body — or you could say "cleaning" your body.
➼ It started off innocent at first but then you felt a pair of hands go from your hips to thighs. You shivered, throwing your head back, not being able to hold in the pleasure any longer.
➼ It was the thrill of having your eyes closed — not knowing what was happening or what they might do to you next.
➼ Just then, you felt one of your legs being lifted. You felt your heart beat faster, impatience curling in your chest.
➼ And you felt it.
➼ A hot tongue sliding up your folds.
➼ You felt everything. Warm plump lips enveloping your sensitive bud as their tongue glided up and down in a steady rhythm.
➼ You couldn't hold it any longer — you had to see who it was. So you opened your eyes. And there Grayson was — on her knees, head between your thighs, and eyes looking up at you in desperation.
➼ Sevika ran her fingers through your hair before tugging on it, forcing you to throw your head back up, pulling out a moan from your lips.
➼ "You're doing so good." She whispered.
➼ It was as if Ambessa knew you were getting close. She stopped Grayson before grabbing you by the shoulders, spinning you around so you could hold on to Sevika.
➼ Without waiting, Ambessa pressed her body against your back, her fingers teasing your throbbing hole. Sevika pushed her thumb into your mouth, sighing at the feeling of your soft tongue.
➼ Your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure of Ambessa's fingers thrusting into you. You couldn't help but dig your nails into Sevika's arms but you knew she didn't mind. It was like a trophy for her.
➼ You also couldn't care less how long the water kept running. You were feeling far too good. And you didn't want them to stop.
➼ Ambessa kept going, her fingers thrusting harder and harder even after you had come.
➼ Sevika dipped her head down to kiss your cheek before moving to your mouth, her tongue eagerly teasing your bottom lip.
➼ You thought you were going to black out right then and there. You knew they weren’t going to let you go that easily.
➼ You were spun around, passed back and forth as the three of them fought to satisfy you.
➼ Sevika was born ready. She grabbed you by the neck, deepening the kiss while her other hand went straight to where she had wanted it to be in the first place.
➼ You couldn’t catch a break but you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this.
➼ "Come on, Darling... Let us hear those beautiful sounds of yours." Grayson's voice echoed through the now-fogging shower walls.
➼ Sevika's lips wouldn't leave yours as she continued to explore the inside of your mouth with her tongue.
➼ You lost count of how many times you had came until Sevika finally let you go, planting one last kiss on your forehead.
➼ Sevika and Ambessa held you in place, their hands and lips roaming your chest, their tongues flicking against the hard buds as Grayson knelt back down.
➼ She did the same as before, now adding two fingers inside you as her tongue moved faster.
➼ Soft grunts escaped her Grayson's mouth as she buried her face deeper, making sure to savor every bit on her tongue.
➼ The sensations between your thighs and across your chest was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.
➼ By the time they were all done with you, your legs were trembling, barely able to support your own weight with every inch of your body still tingling from their touch.
➼ But don't worry, they all made sure to wash you thoroughly this time... and themselves before stepping out of that shower.
➼ Eventually, the four of you collapsed into a deep, satisfied sleep, bodies entwined and hearts still racing.
➼ Let's just say, this wouldn't be the last time you'd be getting this treatment.
A student aspiring to become a sheriff finds herself captivated by Sheriff Grayson, whose lectures and mentorship ignite both admiration and a slow-burning attraction. As the student diligently follows her, taking notes and learning from her every move, Grayson gradually notices and engages with her, teasing, encouraging, and drawing her closer. What begins as professional mentorship subtly evolves into mutual desire, culminating in a charged, passionate connection that neither can resist.
The lecture hall buzzed with nervous energy as students shuffled their papers and adjusted their seats. You sat in the very front row, clutching your notebook tightly, pen already poised and ready. Today was special. Sheriff Grayson herself was coming to speak about real enforcer work, and you weren't about to miss a single word.
When she walked in, your breath caught. You'd seen her from a distance before, of course, everyone in Piltover knew Sheriff Grayson by reputation if not by sight. But up close, she was even more striking. The way she carried herself, the quiet confidence in her movements, the sharp intelligence in her dark eyes as they swept the room. Your heart did something embarrassing in your chest, and you ducked your head, hoping the heat in your cheeks wasn't obvious.
Grayson began speaking about patrol procedures, conflict de-escalation, and the weight of responsibility that came with the enforcer badge. Her voice was rich and measured, and you found yourself hanging on every word - not just for the educational value, but because you could listen to her talk for hours.
You scribbled notes frantically, but found yourself stealing glances at her whenever you could. The way she moved when demonstrating proper stance, how her eyes lit up when discussing the more philosophical aspects of justice, the small smile that appeared when a student asked a particularly thoughtful question.
You were absolutely, hopelessly smitten.
After the lecture, as other students filed out chattering excitedly, you lingered. Your heart hammered as you approached where Grayson was packing up her materials.
"Sheriff Grayson?" Your voice came out smaller than intended, and you mentally kicked yourself. "I just wanted to thank you. That was incredible."
She looked up, and when her eyes met yours directly, you felt your knees go slightly weak. "You're the one who was taking notes like your life depended on it," she said, and was that amusement in her voice?
Heat rushed to your cheeks. "I - yes, ma'am. I want to learn everything I can."
"I noticed." There was definitely a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth now, and it made your stomach flutter. "What's your name?"
When you told her, she repeated it thoughtfully, and hearing your name in her voice made you feel dizzy in the best way. "Well then, I'll see you next week."
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True to her word, Grayson returned the following week. And the week after that. Each time, you claimed the same seat in the front row, and each time you caught yourself staring just a little too long.
It was embarrassing how obvious your crush probably was, but you couldn't help yourself. Everything about her fascinated you - the way she commanded respect without demanding it, how she could silence a room with just a look, the passion that crept into her voice when she talked about protecting people.
What you didn't notice was how Grayson had started looking for you in the crowd, or how her eyes lingered when she found you diligently taking notes with that adorable furrow of concentration between your brows.
It was after the fourth lecture that she approached you as you gathered your things as slowly as you possibly could.
"Walk with me," she said simply.
You nearly dropped your notebook. Walking beside her felt surreal, and you had to resist the urge to pinch yourself.
"You know," she said conversationally, "I've been teaching these sessions for a month now, and I've started looking forward to seeing what catches your attention enough to make it onto that page?."
The casual admission made your heart skip. Your throat went dry, and you managed only a choked, "Oh- uh-” The casual admission made your heart skip.
Grayson’s lips curved into a chuckle, rich and low. "You're the most engaged student I've ever taught. Yesterday when I mentioned the importance of observing body language, I watched you immediately start studying everyone in the room."
She'd been watching you. The thought made warmth pool in your stomach. "I want to be like you," you admitted quietly, then felt brave enough to add, "When I graduate, I mean. I just… want to do the job right. Like you do.… I admire you. So much."
Grayson stopped walking and turned to face you. Something flickered across her expression - surprise, maybe? "That's… that's very kind of you to say."
There was a subtle shift in her tone, gentler than before, and it gave you the courage to speak. “It’s true. You set the kind of example I want to follow.”
For a moment, Grayson just looked at you, unreadable. Then her expression eased. “You really believe that?”
“I do,” you said quietly.
Something shifted between you in that moment, though you couldn't quite name what.
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After that, things changed. Grayson started inviting you to observe her actual work, and what had begun as professional mentorship took on undertones that made your pulse quicken.
"You're still taking notes," she observed one afternoon during patrol, but her tone was fond rather than questioning.
"Force of habit," you replied, trying not to blush at the warmth in her voice. "Plus, I don't want to forget anything you do."
"Anything I do?" There was something almost flirtatious in the way she said it, and when you looked up, you caught her watching you with an expression that made your breath catch.
"I mean - your techniques, your approach - " you stammered.
"I know what you meant." Her smile was soft, almost tender. "Though I have to admit, it's been a long time since someone paid such careful attention to… well, to me."
The way she said it made something flutter in your chest. "Thats a shame. You're fascinating."
"You're very sweet," she said quietly, and there was something almost vulnerable in her voice. "And very kind to an old sheriff who's forgotten what it feels like to be… appreciated."
"You're not old," you protested immediately, then caught yourself. "And anyone who doesn't appreciate you is an idiot."
Grayson laughed, a soft, amused sound. “Careful, you’ll make me think too highly of myself.”
“You should,” you said, surprising yourself with how steady your voice sounded. “You do good work.”
The look she gave you then was so intense it made your knees weak, and you had the wild thought that maybe - just maybe - you weren't the only one feeling something here.
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The shift happened gradually. Grayson started finding excuses to spend more time with you - a hand lingering on your shoulder when she was explaining something, standing close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from her body, catching you staring and holding your gaze just a beat too long.
The tension was becoming unbearable.
"You're distracted today," she observed one evening as you sat in her office, supposedly reviewing case files but actually stealing glances at the way her shirt pulled across her shoulders.
"Sorry," you mumbled, forcing your eyes back to the papers. "Just tired."
"Tired?" There was amusement in her voice. "Or thinking about something else?"
When you looked up, you found her leaning back in her chair, studying you with an intensity that made heat pool low in your stomach. The knowing look in her eyes suggested she was very aware of where your attention had been.
"I don't know what you mean," you said, but your voice came out breathier than intended.
Grayson stood and moved around the desk, perching on the edge right next to where you sat. The proximity made your pulse spike.
"You've been watching me," she said quietly. "More than usual."
"I always watch you. It's educational."
"Is that what we're calling it?" Her voice dropped lower, and she reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch sent electricity down your spine. "Because the way you've been looking at me lately doesn't feel particularly… academic."
Your breath hitched. "Grayson…"
"I know," she said softly. "I feel it too."
The admission hung between you, heavy with possibility. You could feel the careful professional boundaries you'd both maintained starting to crumble.
"This is complicated," you whispered.
"It doesn't have to be." Her fingers traced along your jawline, and you couldn't suppress the small sound that escaped you. "We're both adults. And after your graduation…"
"That's months away."
"Then we'll be very careful." Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and your eyes fluttered closed. "Very… discreet."
When you opened your eyes, she was closer than before, her gaze dark with want. The air between you felt charged, dangerous.
"What are you suggesting?" you asked, though your body was already leaning toward hers.
"I'm suggesting," she said, her voice low and rough, "that I've spent weeks trying not to think about what it would feel like to kiss you properly. To touch you. To hear you say my name when there's no one else around."
The words sent heat racing through you. "Grayson…"
"Like that," she breathed, and then her mouth was on yours.
This kiss was nothing like the sweet, tentative one before. This was hungry, desperate, months of tension finally finding release. Her hands tangled in your hair as you pressed closer, your own hands fisting in her shirt.
When you broke apart, you were both breathing hard.
"We shouldn't - " you started.
"No," she agreed, but her hands were still in your hair, her forehead resting against yours. "We absolutely shouldn't."
"Someone could - "
"The door's locked."
"This is your office - "
"And I'm the sheriff." Her smile was wicked. "I make the rules."
You laughed despite yourself, and she kissed you again, softer this time but no less heated. When her mouth moved to your neck, you couldn't hold back the soft gasp that escaped you.
"I've wanted this for so long," you admitted breathlessly.
"How long?" she murmured against your skin.
"Since the first day. Since you walked into that lecture hall."
She pulled back to look at you, her expression intense. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you? How hard it's been to maintain professional distance when all I wanted was to pull you close and - "
"And what?" you challenged, emboldened by the desire in her eyes.
Her smile was dangerous. "And kiss you until you can't think straight.
Touch you until you forget your own name."
The words sent fire through your veins. "What's stopping you now?"
"Nothing," she said, and captured your mouth again, deeper this time, more demanding. When she finally pulled away, you were both breathing hard. "Absolutely nothing."
grayson likes coming back home to your form laid out on the bed as if you're her dinner. you're in the lingerie she brought you home last night, and there's a small smile on your painted lips. you smile, "welcome home, darling." arrays of straps await her, resting patiently on the bedside table's surface. "today just got better," she smirks and steps closer, bigger frame casting a shadow over you and boy were you ready for her.
[ 🌺 ] ARCANE CHARACTERS deflowering reader !! ( first time with them )
TW : smut, vulgar language, nsfw, not pre-read !! i’m not a good writer so bare with me, please. low case writing. scissor city ! fingering, nicknames, praise, light spanking, dry humping, 69-ing, soft pressuring in some.. ( mel’s is shorter ) ( maddie, ellie , abby, & mizu were taken out until i learn more about their characters ! )
the following characters : sevika, caitlyn, violet, jinx, ambessa, mel, grayson, maddie, ellie, abby, mizu !! ( fem!reader x fem characters, if asked i will do male!reader x male characters ! )
“don’t worry, sweet thing.” : sevika
the room is dimly lit, candles fluttering. sevika hovers over you, hand on either side of your head. you’ve been pushing off this day for forever. it’s not like you don’t want it, if anything you need it. your holes practically pulse her name in morse code.
“‘vika”
“yes, sweet thing?” damn, her voice is hot. her breath ghosting against her neck.
“i’ve— i’ve never done this before.” her hand lands onto your waist to bring you closer, you shutter, she chuckled
“i can see that.”
“what?”
“don’t worry a thing, i’ll take care of you.”
the first thing she does is peel your shirt off, kissing down your neck. nipping, gently, at your skin. she’s sure to be soft, sweet—gentle with you for your first. fingers trailing down to your hips then one beneath your waistband.
“‘vika— fuck—” you hiss, she chuckled.
“i just wanna get you used to my fingers, can you handle that, baby?” her eyes on you, you nodded.
“words, baby.”
“y-..yes, ‘vika.”
the pad of her middle finger reaches your sex first. slipping beneath the folds, rubbing teasing movements. her other hand uses its fingers to curl around your waistband, pulling it down along with your panties, down to your calves. she entrusted you to shimmy them off, which you did.
spreading your legs she smiled, inching her mouth closer to your lips ( not the ones on your face ) she chuckled. “‘vika, what’re you doing?” you ask, she looks up at you, then down at your pussy.
“giving my girl some love.”
she practically makes out with your sex, first, soft kisses. then the kisses twisted into licking, licking and occasionally nipping. her hand settled your legs on her shoulders, her other hand spreading your sex’s lips.
“fuck, she’s gorgeous.” she compliments. you pussy’s arousal mixed with her saliva for the first time is a sight she won’t forget. “i might just get attached, baby.” with that her mouth locked around your clit, eyes on your face as it contorts.
“talk to me, darling.” : caitlyn kiramman
caitlyn and you have spoken about your.. lack of bodies as they say, she’s fine with it, willing to go slow. even when you throw hints that you’re ready, she doesn’t budge, you have to say it.
currently, you cuddle. the bed is firm beneath you, your side digging into the mattress. caitlyn hoisters an arm around you, the following arm also has an hand holding a book for her to read.
“caitlyn.”
“yes, darling?”
“i’ve been throwing hints all week, do you— do you not wanna do it with me?”
“huh?”
she shifts, sitting up, her other hand holding up her weight against the bed as she looks down at you. you continue to lay on your side until she pulls you to lay on your back so she can see your face. your face? it’s flushed. adverting her gaze until a hand on your jaw forces you to look up at her.
“you don’t understand how badly i want to do ‘it’ with you, sweetheart.”
“why won’t you take my hints, then?”
“i want you to say it.”
“what?”
“i want you to say you want to do it with me. say it to my face.”
“what’s next you want me to beg?” you say sarcastically, by her face she was genuinely considering it. you groan, soft and barely noticeable. the kiramman’s eyes narrow, her way of forcing you to speak. your lips part,
“caitlyn, i need you.”
“need me for?”
you huff, she chuckles
“i need you to.. uhm.. to.. fuck me.”
“huh? can’t hear you.” she teases. “i need you to fuck me.”
“if you insist.” she teased, leaning in. her lips crash against yours. caitlyn shifts. your back presses into the bed. she hovers above. hands in contact with your hips. her grip is tight as if she’s afraid you’d leave her like— well, that.
she’s hasty; needy. the woman whines, her lips against yours again. her groin drags against yours through your pajamas.
she hisses. bumping her hips again.. “hah.., that feels good.” she whines, again. you moan, she hisses as if the sound alone evens her pleasure.
“don’t sound like that..”
“hm?”
“i don’t wanna cum just from you moaning.”
“what?”
you giggle, her eyes narrow. arms and fingers curl around your thighs to pull them together and to her left shoulder. a finger hooks your panties and shorts, up and off.
“how about we scissor, hm?”
“cait, i don’t know to—”
“i do, ill teach you, darling.”
caitlyn tosses one of your legs, shifts. she places a thigh on either side of the leg that now lays beneath her body and against the bed. your other leg, up in the air. the woman had pulled and tossed her shorts and underwear in the process.
“i’ll do the work, then next time, you owe me.”
“owe y— mmh!”
her clit bumps against yours. you whine, she chuckles. her nails dig into your skin, she rocks her hips, slow and needy. faster—faster. then—
“ah..! cait— cait— feels so— i’m gonna—”
“fuck.. hah..talk to me b-.. mmh.. baby.”
caitlyn’s eyes lock on yours, well— until your eyes rolled back. she only seemed to move faster… then—
“i’m gonna cum!”
“then you take the controls .” : violet
things with vi always get a little heated. play fighting turns to kissing.. kissing twists into making out. now? you’re on the shared bed, her back pressed against the headboard, her wrists pinned by yours against the wood.
“vi..”
“yes, baby?”
her hands break from your hold, you let out a breathy giggle and she sets her hands on your hips. pressing you into her lap, leaning in too close. even if things get heated, she never pushes you too far. she presses kisses along your neck and shoulder, you hum.
“i’ve never.. done anything like this?”
“okay— oh!”
she looks up from your neck, you look at her. she laughs, you pout. “it’s not funny, violet.”
“violet, huh?” she breaths out.
“fine then, baby, what do you want me to do—take control, show me what you like.”
her words hit hard, you try to stammer out and answer, she just looks at you all clueless. hee hands on your hips rub, slow and steady. even if she doesn’t wish to push you, she subtly rocks your hips, grinding you against her sweats. you moan, she chuckles. “so you like this?” she hums, rocking you a bit faster. you work with her, moving a bit faster. “mmh— mhm.” you moan.
“fuck— you look so good on my lap, like this, moaning.” she says, breathless since in her eyes—you’re breathtaking. you rock, her hips grind upward. vi moans, not grunts or groans, but moans. she has always looked like a moaner.
“mmh— i could cum just at t—” her words cut off, she notices you. you’re hips are stuttering, your grinding growing rougher and faster. she chuckles, “you’re gonna cum from dry humping?”
“fuck off, vi.”
“no, no, just hold it in a bit…” she whispered, she grinds you down, you moan. she grinds upward, faster, whining. “i wanna cum together, baby, just—i’m so close— just hold it in a bit longer..”
“i can’t— i—” you babble, she hisses, moving faster until—the orgasm rips through you… and her.
“i like playing with my food .” : jinx
you sit on her work bench, her things shoved over by her so you could. she works on a bomb—no, a gun? who knows. you’re busy looking at her hands. not her nails, her hands. her hands are rough, damaged, yet slim and—
“yohoo, doll, are you listenin’?”
“huh? oh— i was.. distracted.”
“by my hands? what a pervy move, pretty girl.”
she knows those nicknames always get to your head. her hands leave the bomb—no, the gun— no, whatever the fuck it is. you’re focused on how she shifts the chair below to sit between your thighs, her hands landed on the plush skin to squeeze.
“janna, you’re so pretty, i just wanna eat you.”
“eat me?”
“mhm..”
her voice trailed, that look on her face. she parts your legs further, her head laying on your inner thigh so you won’t close your legs.
“doll face, have you ever..?”
“ever..? oh! uhm— no, jinx.”
“ha! i knew it! let me.. fix that.”
“fix tha—”
the side of your knees hit the edge table, her hands roughly parting your legs. she pressed kisses along your thighs, slowly inching upward—until—
“ah.. fuc—”
“language, doll!” she jokes, her lips landing on your mound through your pants that her hands already move to strip off of you. with a thud and shift she tossed off your pants but oddly enough she kept on your panties.
“jinx. stop fuckin’ joking around.”
“don’t rush me, doll, i like playing with my food.”
jinx licks you through the fabric, her tongue flat and teasing. you would protest but you’re too busy shuttering and whining. she chuckles, leans in, and bites the mound. you know she wants a reaction, she got one. one where you whined and whimpered and fussed at her.
“just teasing.”
she licks again, dampening your underwear. her tongue moves as if she’s against your bare folds especially since you’re so wet that the fabric sticks to your skin. licks, sucks, smells, all things she does. she nudges your clit through the sticky fabric through your fabric.
“you taste so good,”
your words grow broken, your sentences are shaky. your hands in her hair, pulling you in, she licks and sucks until—
“cum for me, pretty girl. soak yourself.” she mumbles against your mound and you always listen so well to her.
and yes, she did make you continue after that.
“isn’t this better ?” : ambessa medarda
you sit on her lap, she scribbles into paperwork. reading glasses hanging low on her face. she glances over, your nose deep in your phone. eyes locked on the screen, she pats your thigh.
“hm? yes, bessa?”
“darling, how long have you been staring at that screen?”
“uhm.. i don’t know..?”
her hand lands on your thigh. her fingers slipping between the fat, rubbing up and down. ambessa is never the pushy type— well, she believes she knows what you want and when you want it. if she feels you want food, you will eat. if she feels you want time alone, she’ll give you exactly that. if she feels she you want to lose your virginity? you know better than to deny the general.
“you’re so pretty.” she hummed, she’s never been one for empty comments and compliments. “stand up for me.”
you stand, while in the process of turning she stops you. the front of your thighs digging into the wood of her desk. her hands rubbing up and down on your thigh, her eyes locked on you. her touch left, a soft click as her glasses settle on the desk.
“do you want this?”
you feel a tremor, you part your lips to answer—
“no need to speak, your body tells me everything i need to know.” she rubs you from behind, pressing her fingers into the fabric of your bottoms where she believes your hole would be. you moan, loud, your hands on the desk as you lean against it. “ain’t this better than playing on that.. device?”
“i’ll treat you so much better, this feels so good to you, hm?” she doesn’t even need the nod you give, you legs are shaking, practically trembling and begging for more. your hand clenched and wrinkled a piece of paper, she paused, pat your thigh a bit rougher “be good for me, don’t get messy with my things.” she says—no, she demands.
eventually, after teasing you, tempting you, questioning you. she removed your bottoms, arousal sticking and connecting you and your panties together with a string of it. she didn’t bother removing your bottoms all the way, let them pool at the floor and pushed her finger inside. you hiss, whined. she chuckles, pushed in deeper.
“isn’t this better than your device? hm?”
“y-.. mmh!”
“speak.”
“yes, ambess—”
“general medarda.”
“yes, general medarda!”
she chuckled, pushed deeper, curled. you whined, hips rocking back against her. she leans back in her chair, pushing her fingers in and out steadily. your arousal splashes and leaks down your thighs, she chuckles at this sight.
“you’re so easy.”
“mmh..! it feels weird.”
she pat your thigh.. well, the pat was more of a slap. “not weird. it feels good, doesn’t it, child.”
“yes! so good, general!” arousal leaks down your thighs, your legs. you whine, moan. ambessa moves faster and faster until— it rips right through you. fingers clinging onto her desk enough to create nail marks. “good girl.”
“pretty girls make pretty noises .” : mel medarda
“don’t worry, darling, you’ll be fine.”
“i’m not worried.”
“you’re shaking.”
mel hovers over you, thighs on either side of your head. her arousal dripping onto your face. she’s leaned forward, her boobs pressing against your stomach as her mouth hovers over your mound.
“you look so perfect down here, don’t worry yourself.” she hummed, leaning down to press a kiss. you shivered, she kissed again, you moaned. “you sound so pretty.”
she lands her mound onto your face, grinding, begging you to get to work on her. you do. janna, she sound so pretty. your tongue is nervous, as nervous as you are. it pokes at her likes she’s an experiment. the muscle, you only continue with a movement when she moans and praises.
“right there— ah..” she moans when your lips close around her clit. you suck, she moans. her lips close around yours. she licks, sucks, the coil in your stomach tightens. you pant against her mound, she grinds down. she works harder, you struggle to continue with the distraction of her lips and tongue.
“fuck! mel— i’m gon— gonna—“ she moans against the mound, you moan, she grinds hard. you reach your peak, she soothes you through it, even so, you and her both try to get her to the edge. when she makes it there? she soaks your face. the arousal dribbles down your face, your lips, you moan.
“i couldn’t wait until you were ready .” : grayson
grayson, your dear grayson—hadn’t pushy at all. not to the slightest bit. her desire for you, her need, all were hidden beneath loving gestures and lovey-dovey comments. lately, kisses have been lingering longer. lately, hands have been drifting. her restraint has been slipping.
how could it not? the more comfortable you get, the more of your body you not-so-accidentally show. from your chest in low cut shorts or stomach in low cut sweats or jeans. the smallest things tick a timebomb inside of her until— it explodes.
you sit on the bed, nose deep in a kindle she had bought you. grayson, fresh from work, huffing and making her way to been. goodness, you’re like a goddess to her. just—gorgeous. her hand reaches out to touch, to tilt your head. her head lowers to kiss, starting off slow. the kiss ignites from a spark to a flame in seconds. lips to lips, hands on —no, under your pajama top.
“darling, are you sure you’re ready?”
dear janna, what is she on about! of course you’re ready! even so, she’s beyond ready. she can’t wait until you’re ready much longer. your lips smack into her, tongue to tongue. she leaned in until your back hit the bed. finally pulling away with a grunt.
“i’m exhausted, doll—.”
“then let me work for you.”
“hm?”
the positions adjust, a yank of her arm as a swift movement or two.. you’re straddling her lap. she lays back against the headboard. worried eyes focused on you. “baby, you can’t take my strap just yet.”
“i—i know.” you’re fiddling. with what? her fingers. she smirks, her raspy tone making it sound like she can read your lustful mind. her hand angled down, pressing against your heat with two fingers. “good girl,.. how about you just rock for me for now.” as instructed your hips grind against her fingers. faster— then, she slowly pushes a finger in. thick, making you groan.
“okay, i’m sorry, darling. can you bounce on my finger for me, hm?” as instructed, you do. grayson kisses against your skin, a lot. your neck, shoulders, throat, even your jaw. all to soothe you. you bounce, slow. until, finally, you— “come on, let go, for me.” she rasps— and yes, it was that easy— you let go. you stain her pants, her fingers, even so she hums and kisses you through it.
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