Anri came back home, frustrated from work. Work had been driving her up the wall, but she couldn't speak up, she had to contain her anger otherwise it would only lead to a worse situation. She missed you — so, so, so, much. It's why as soon as the door clicked behind her and she sees you standing in front of the door, she's already dragging you into the bedroom.
Normally, Anri is very good at keeping her composure, making sure she doesn't flip out, but currently, she's on the verge of tearing herself and the world apart, You don't question anything, letting her push you into the room with little to no complaints, because poor her.
"I'm sorry, but please, I need you. I've been thinking about you all day. It's been driving me insane." Her plea only encourages you to make her feel better. Without a single word other than 'okay', you're pulling up her skirt so it bunches at her waist, she holds it up with her hand, while your fingers find the edge of her underwear, tugging the elastic to the side so her pretty pussy comes into view. Your breath hitches at the sight, her slit flushed pink and drenched with slick, and before she could open her mouth to beg again, you're burying your face between her thighs.
Anri whimpers — whimpers — when your tongue slides up her folds and finds her clit. She keeps one hand on her skirt, still holding it up for you so it doesn't get in the way, while the other finds the back of your head, pinning you against her. "Oh, baby. You're so good... right there—"
You obey automatically, dragging your tongue upwards along her clit before moving it around it in slow circles. Anri melts, the back of her head hits the wall for a quick second as she's letting out a pornographic moan, tears prickling in the corners of her eyes, because of course she's crying, she's been missing you all day, and now that she's home, you're spoiling her without her having ask or do much at all.
Your hands move from your lap to her inner thighs, holding her open so you can lick at her cunt better, savouring every sweet-tangy taste of her. Your tongue moves from her clit to push past her entrance and twist back and forth inside of her, rubbing against her sweet spot. The pad of your thumb replaces your tongue finds your clit, pushing down on it and rubbing it side to side in quick circles that have Anri crying out.
"Please, please— please I need you. I'm close, honey. I'm right there, ke-keep going," Her voice cracks halfway through the sentence. She's desperate, fingers fumbling around the edge of her skirt, her hand pushes you harder against her — making it slightly difficult to breath, but you don't complain.
Your hand and tongue swap places, your fingers pushing inside of her, curling right against her velvety walls, and into her G-spot, while your tongue finds her clit again, the tip of the muscle flicking up and down it. And, for Anri, that's all it takes before her orgasm washes over her. She barely has the chance to warn you beforehand, poor woman stumbling over her words through trembling lips in an attempt to, but it was too late, her thighs squeeze around your head while she's choking on whimpers and sobs, trying her hardest to apologise as much as possible.
You don't listen to her, not like you could hear her anyway because her thighs are pressed against the sides of your head, blocking your train of hearing, so instead, you keep up your movements until her thighs ease up and she slumps against the wall, and when she does, that's when you decide to slip your fingers out of her with a lewd squelch.
Once she relaxes, she's opening her mouth to say sorry properly, but the apology dies in her throat as you pull away from her pussy, with her arousal on/around your mouth, and your lips upwards into a toothy grin, that's when she reconsiders not apologising.
author's note: the things i would do this woman would send feminism back one thousand years btw
I'm aware a handful of things are missing, but I'm too tired tonight to do a deep-dive to hunt them down. I'll reblog and add them once I have them tomorrow!
