| synopsis - lazy mornings with a girl as handy as abby are never boring
| content warnings - mdni, nsfw, softdom!abby, sub!reader, fingering r!receiving, praise, gentle sex, morning sex, established relationship, use of “baby” and “princess”, dirty talk
smut below the cut!
sometimes you wish you could forget how handsy abby is, not like she'd ever let you. her hands are always on you or your mind. her calloused fingers running over your shoulder as she pulls you into her chest or gently kneading your thigh when she call tell you're stressed.
it doesn't even matter if she's around or not, the memory of her lips on your neck, slowly sliding down the curve of your chest, her palms squeezing at the plush of your hips, pulling you back into place. her touch is always on your mind, taunting you with a want for more.
and that's on a semi-tame day.
it’s not always to get you riled up. she’ll run her palms over your back after a long day, massage your feet when you’re exhausted, or hold your hip as the two of you walk together.
no matter what, her hands are on you in some way, gentle and soft despite her somewhat intimidating frame.
it’s a pain in the morning, when she’s got a vice grip on your waist, trapped against her chest. her breath warm on your neck, muttering soft, inaudible whispers as she slowly wakes up to the feel of you trying to peel away from her.
not on her watch.
“no, come back,” she murmurs lazily, a grip too firm on your waist with how freshly awake she is. still half asleep, she pulls you into bed, pressing a warm kiss to your bare shoulder. “‘s too early to go,” she says like she doesn’t have work in a few hours.
“baby, cmon, i gotta get ready,” you grumble, a bit more annoyed than normal with how clingy she is at the worst time. “not yet,” abby insists, leaving lazy kisses on your shoulder and collarbone, her free hand caressing your hip as her breath spreads over your skin, warm and comforting.
“i… fine,” you mutter as you silently give in to her, leaning back into her. abby can’t help but feel better having you close, her kisses a bit more apparent on your jaw, trying to make you swoon before she can even fully open her eyes.
her hand slowly trails down, dancing over the goosebumps on your thigh, massaging the soft skin, her gaze finally meeting yours. “you’re so pretty when you’re first up,” she hums despite your ruffled look, unkept from sleep. gently, she presses her lips to yours, letting out a sound of content feeling you slowly kiss her back.
“princess,” she whisper against your puckered lips, “you’re too good like this,” her hands slowly dips down to between your thighs, careful in case you’re just not in the mood this morning.
as her hand finds your heat between the plush of your thighs, disappearing under the covers, you keep your eyes on her. “already?” you tease, a small smirk on your lips, “it’s so early.” “just a quick one, it’ll wake you up,” abby protests, really just wanting to hear how you moan her name.
slowly, you press your thighs open for her, not daring to do much more than that as the gentle morning becomes more heated. abby’s fingers dance along the inner curve of your thigh, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
“love you, abs,” you mutter, leaning back and watching her with a fond smile. “love you too,” she parrots back, her words punctuated by the feel of her thick digits spreading your folds open.
“geez hun,” she chuckles, your cheeks heating at the slightly teasing tone, thighs threatening to close before her thumb rubs over you folds, making something so lewd, feel so loving, “you wake up wet for me?”
“shut up,” you murmur, your face still half-plastered to your pillow as her fingers delve into the heat of your cunt. “sure thing,” she replies, that abby-like sarcasm present even in the early morning hours. instead of running it, her mouth finds the curve of your neck, leaving lingering marks and soft kisses as she eases you open.
there’s something about early morning sex, gentle and soft, but so exhilarating it’s enough to make you jolt up. slowly, abby’s fingers inch into your walls, even two spreading you tight. despite such rough hands, she has a gentle use of them, carefully curling them, making sure to not move too fast.
“a-abs,” you moan, watching the way her face presses into your skin, how her thumb moves through your folds, rubbing over your clit in slow motions similar to the way she presses into you, “fuck, tha’s good.”
your little moans, gasps at when she pushes at the sensitive spot she knows will always get you, or how you’re squirming; all of it only eggs her on. “you’re so easy in the morning,” she mutters, popping her lips away from your bruised neck just to do so. of course, that earns her a half-assed glare from you, too caught up in how she feels to be truly mad.
“you’re so tight too, squeezing my fingers, you sure you could even take another?” she teases, feeling your walls fluttering and your clit pulsing under her fingerprints.
her words go in one ear and out the other, your shoulders heavy against the mattress, mouth hung open in a silent moan while she works you, thighs hung open and boneless, at her mercy. you wouldn’t have it any other way. she knows how to treat you, how to press your clit just right to have you squirming and gasping for more.
she loves to see it, you can tell, you can both feel it, how you tense up, gently bucking into her palm, your hand grabbing aimlessly at her shoulder, and your soft pussy leaking down the crack of your ass. “you’re so close baby,” she knows it, and she needs you to know and feel it, “come on, i want you to come for me,” abby’s words are purred against your neck, watching in awe at how your soft pleads of her name are broken and high-pitched.
“a-abs, oh shit, i-i can’t… can… c-can i please, please cum?” you whimper, begging no matter how much she insists on it. “mhm, ‘course you can princess,” she assures in that sweet tone of hers, “cum all over my hand for me.”
her words make that final curl of her fingers feel all that much better, having the perfect angle and verbal assurance that makes you weak in the palm of her hand. with a droning on moan you lean into abby, grabbing her hands, softly panting against her skin as you barely manage to come down.
as abby pulls her fingers from your heat, a thick coat of cum on her fingers in a soft squelch, she licks her digits clean, her free hand cradling your head against her chest.
| inexperienced!abby anderson x f!reader - masterlist - based off anon
| synopsis - even if abby’s been with owen long enough for everyone to think there wasn’t a time before, she’s only ever been with owen. and fortunately for her, being friends with you means trying new things
| content warnings - mdni, nsfw, vulgar language, kissing, making out, drool, ass play, tit play, use of vibrator, praise, fwb? friends to lovers? idk man
smut below the cut!
as isaac’s niece, whether that be through actual familial relations or just taking you under his wing, you know most everyone in the WLF base of seattle. especially as a scout, since you’ve had to recruit or interview most that come through for a place to stay.
but out of everyone, you know abby the best. it makes sense, since she’s undeniably isaac’s favorite, that the both of you end out friends once her and her group are scouted into the WLF. over the past few years you two have grown into what is more than the average friendship. you’ve been with abby from when her and owen were together to when they weren’t, which is a lot longer than most would think.
it’s especially after the two of them broke up that things between you and abby became more… muddled. nothing too extreme, neither of you dared to jump that far, but your relationship blurred as you continued to grow close.
at first, it was simple glances that lasted a bit too long, then it turned into bumping into each other just to feel you against her. then you got bold, pulling abby to a quiet corner for a quick peck to the lips away from the group. yet it always felt like you were still friends, from how you’d giggle quietly when your hands groped her over her jacket to the way you’d smile into a kiss.
as a bad storm hits the base, most soldiers are told to stay in. which for abby, really sucks since she gave up the room to manny for the next few days so he can have his fun with whatever woman he’s having a fling with the at the moment.
that may or not be how she ends up crashing at your place for the night, curled up on the other end of the couch from you, a cup of tea warm in her palms as a storm rages outside. conversations with you are always comforting, the kind of ease you have about you making her open up as if on instinct.
“well, i mean, ive been with a few girls before. there was this one girl i was with, but sheesh, she was just… too much,” you chuckle as the conversation veers towards past relationships. “like, i get that i can be a horndog at times, but it was all the time. at least she was good at it. but hey, owen had to be pretty good for you to stay with him for that long.”
“define ‘good’,” abby jokes, taking a sip of her tea, watching as you sit up a little to give her more of your attention. “like, i dunno, what’s good for a guy? that it feels nice, that you like it, and he actually can make you cum.” “oh..” abby trails off, her mind immediately turning back to how sure, her and owen slept together more than a few times, but it was mediocre. hell, even hearing from manny she knew how great some people found it.
“what? don’t tell me he’s never made you cum, abs,” you ask, a bit skeptical. that is until she looks at you but refuses to say anything, an almost guilty look in her eyes. “abs!” “well we were just together so long, i sorta thought that was how it was meant to be?” you stare at her, dumbfounded that she thought it was normal that her boyfriend just couldn’t please her even sexually. “so he just never made you cum, ever?”
waiting expectantly for an answer you let out a scoff of laughter, shedding the blanket draped over your shoulders as you shift onto your knees at her side. “i mean… not really.” she trails off, almost embarrassed to admit it as she peeks up at you from over the lip of her mug.
abby anderson, one of the sweetest, fiercest girls you know, has only ever been with a guy that can’t even get her off. “abs,” you start, a small smile on your face. maybe all those lingering kisses and touches were for good, “do you even know what makes you cum?”
she stares at you like you said you put a pipe bomb under her pillow. sure, you two have gotten closer than abby ever thought you would, but she didn’t think you’d ever ask something like that. but, knowing that she can trust you, she lets out a sigh, setting down her mug, running a hand up her face and pushing her hair back. “no, i always kinda he thought he’d… he’d help me find out.”
your eyes widen at that, scooting closer, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. and when she doesn’t pull away, you plop down into her lap, bold and unabashed. “do you need still need someone to show you?” she knows what you mean: you’re offering to do it for her. but to be honest, the idea doesn’t weird her out all that much. she knows you, knows your body, what’s really so wrong with sleeping with one of your bestfriends? “if you’re up for it.”
letting out a small laugh you shake your head. “abs, i’d be honored.” she knew you would be, it’s just how you are. you’re always there for her, you just make things feel so right. and right about now, the feeing of your lips against hers, bolder than you’ve ever been, feels so damn right.
abby melts into you, her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to her chest. you’ve never seen her this into you before and you’re reveling in it. kissing her a bit slower, you swipe your tongue across your lips, knowing you can be a bit rougher with the things she knows. as her lips open against yours, you suck her tongue into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her saliva dripping down your throat and your chin.
you only reluctantly pull away once you start to get lightheaded, a string of saliva hanging between your lips. as your gaze holds hers you watch the way she pants, holding onto you like a lifesaver.
you can both tell how much the other is loving this, being in her arms and being close, feeling her against you. without any thought you slam her lips onto hers, letting abby dragging you onto her lap as she lays back on the couch, her hands firm on the flesh of your thighs, blankets and tea long forgotten.
abby goes from squeezing your thighs to groping your ass, firm globes taking up her palms. she’d be lying if she said just grabbing you like this didn’t have her pressing her thighs together. your hands paw at her chest, the hard muscle of her tits under your fingers has you meeting her thighs in soft thrusts.
this is soo much more than you ever thought you’d ever do with abby, more than you’d ever ask of her. and to have her want this so badly, more than you’d ever expect her to, makes you want to make every second of this amazing, just to make her happy.
sliding your hands down her shirt and under the cold expanse of her abs you cup her breasts, rubbing your thumbs over her pebbled nipples. abby’s heart nearly jumps out of her chest as you grope her, whimpering into your lips, hers hands squeezing you closer. this is how it’s meant to be? this is heavenly. feeling your hands rub over the sensitive skin of her under breast abby shudders forward, pulling back from kiss, lips swollen and red, glistening in hers or your spit, she doesn’t even care at this point.
“you really wanna do this, with me?” you let out in a puff, watching her with wide eyes, trying to catch any flicker hesitation. “wouldn’t want it with anyone else.” once you’re given the green light you press kisses down her jaw, sucking dark hickeys into the column of her throat. chuckling at the hum of her little moans against your lips your one hand stays on her breast, rolling her nipple under your fingers, the other dipping down to unbutton her jeans.
“did he ever touch you like this?” you mutter against abby’s skin. “what?” she huffs, her mind whirling from the barrage of affection all over her, to you trying to make conversation. “owen. did he ever touch you like this?” you parrot yourself, your free hand palming her cunt through her underwear, enjoying how much harder it makes her to talk. “no, he… not like you, never,” abby moans, shuddering once she feels your fingers pressed against her throbbing clit.
“isn’t that cute,” you coo, pushing her shirt up and over her head, biting your lip at the sight of her laid out for you. abby continues to tremble under your touch, her hand shaking as she reaches for your wrist, trying to ground herself while it feels like she’s falling apart. your heart swells when she holds onto you, pulling away just enough to push her pants and underwear off.
“here, you wait just a second, close your eyes for me,” you mutter, standing up and rummaging through your nightstand near your bed to you pull out a wand vibrator. sitting at her side you set the toy down on her bare thigh. “open for me.” abby’s eyes flutter open, shooting wide seeing the vibrator. she never actually used one of those. sure she had one, but it was just to say she did.
“we’re gonna use that?” “if you want,” you hum, kneading her thigh softly, “i’ll be gentle.” letting a out a sigh abby looks at you, a hint of concern still tinging her expression. “you promise?” she ask, only for you to parrot back, “promise.” with that, she nods, her version of telling you to turn it on. “just lay back, i’ll be easy on ya.”
clicking the vibrator on you leave it on the lowest setting for now, gently pressing it against the hood of her clit. almost immediately her hand is digging into your shoulder, her nails dragging over your skin as she lets out a pathetic cry. “too much?” you mutter. but by the way she grinds forward, thick wet globs of her slick dripping down her cunt and staining your couch, you take her bodies answer.
putting a bit more pressure behind it, your gently press the vibrator against her clit, watching her squirm and moan, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy from how you make her feel. abby watches you lean down, your lips meeting her stomach with soft, barely there kisses, your tongue trailing over her abs in soft kitten-licks.
her hands fumble for something to hold onto, her mind whirling between the sweet thrum of your vibrator over her clit or keeping you close enough to feel your skin against her, needing anything to make sure this is real. “a-ah god… tha’s nngh, so good,” she moans, her lip between her teeth as she rolls her hips forward, using you to her hearts content.
“yeah?” you tease, “that feel good?” abby would huff, telling you its mean to tease when she’s not able to even defend herself if she could right now. instead, all she can do is whine and gasp when you press into her just right, her stomach tensing every few seconds.
pressing a kiss to her hip you look up at her, watching her moans drone on as you hold the vibrator down onto her just hard enough for her to feel it. “you look so pretty like this,” you mutter into her skin, decorating her stomach with more kisses than freckles.
“wait, a-ah fuck, feels… oh mmph, please!” she moans, her hand on your shoulder squeezing tighter, her hips bucking frantically from any form of extra friction. with her eyes shut tight a violent shudder racks through her body, a broken moan nearly echoing through your apartment as abby comes undone on your hand and soaking the cushion under her.
slowly, abby comes back down, panting and sinking into the couch. her hands fumble on your shoulder, sliding down to hold your hand. after it all, the hum on her clit is nice, not as exciting as before, but it feels nice afterwards. when you pull away abby lets out a sigh, blinking her eyes open, strands of her hair plastered to her face with sweat.
“so,” you start, massaging her thighs, “how do you feel, abs?” “i loved it,” abby breathes, a small, blissed out smile adorning her still kiss swollen lips.
| ellie williams x biggirl!reader - masterlist - based off anon
| synopsis - you’re new to jackson and ellie just can’t keep her eyes off of you, even if it gets her biting off more of you than she can chew
| warnings - mdni, nsfw, sub!ellie, domtop!user, vulgar language, porn with the tiniest bit of plot, strap on sex ellie!r, ellie’s a bit of a loser, rough sex, praise, hair pulling, use of “pretty girl” “good girl” “baby”, manhandling, clit pinching
smut below the cut!
new folks in jackson are few and far between. maybe a few stragglers, a small family or two, even a couple needing refuge. they’re all so mundane that the excitement quickly fades after they’re settled in. ellie’s never had any interest in any certain someone after their name fades, so she is shocked to find herself nearly obsessed with you.
you, taller than most and damn, maybe not built like a unit but you’re pretty close to it. she’s not surprised to find out you’ve volunteered for patrols, you look like you were born to do it. hard muscle, not overly masculine, but trimmed down and lean. and god, ellie had not seen anything hotter.
so when ellie hears word that you’ll not only be on a patrol , but with both her and tommy, she’s ecstatic. how could she not be? she hasn’t had the chance to talk to you, as she can never quite figure where you’re gonna be once you leave the house.
her little crush is only made worse by seeing you in action. and she can say for a fact that you can hold your own. on her third or fourth patrol with you, ellie can’t quite remember as she’s lost count, you, tommy, and her were out to clear out stragglers from a horde that passed through the area.
you all knew it was a risky run, but being in the midst of winter, tracking infected through the snow was a bit easier. regardless, the three of you find yourselves sweeping through an old barn. knowing the infected tend to try and find warm shelter, each of you are on edge, cautiously going through the stalls and checking the upper loft. as the three of you split up tommy slides down a ladder, only to be caught up a stalker, snarling and snapping its jaw at him.
“shit!” he yells, trying to shove the thing off of him, but before he can kick and scream, you’re already on it. between peeling the stalker off of him, the barrel end of your pistol pressed to its temple, and pulling the trigger, the stalker is down in seconds. and just watching you work, ellie feels a pulse in places it definitely shouldn’t be.
over the next few weeks her crush just keeps growing and growing, snowballing into you taking up her every thought. first it’s just wondering what you’re doing, what your patrol schedule is, then it’s trying to map out when you go to the gym so she can ogle you from the corner, to now, ending up at a party she’s only attending because dina told her you might be there.
she feels like an idiot, standing around with dina, hoping just to see you. she knows this isn’t your kind of thing, she’d never expect someone so aloof to go to a party like this, but a girl can dream. “have you ever even like, really talked to her?” dina chimes in as ellie nurses her drink. “not really, just on patrols, but she’s… quiet,” ellie mutters, taking a long swig of her drink as her mind drifts off to you.
“you should try and actually keep a conversation with her then,” dina chuckles, poking fun at just how clueless ellie is with someone like you. “she’s not even here,” ellie huffs, having caught on pretty early that you wouldn’t be coming. “so what?” dina laughs, “you know where she lives. just say you’re checking on her.”
so, after a quick shot or two and a not-so encouraging pep talk from dina, ellie trudges her way to you house, as she doesn’t need much encouraging when it comes to you. it’s fitting, how far out you live from everyone else, seeing how reserved you are. most only really see you on runs or helping out in the stables. ellie can’t help but wonder what might make you at least talk to her more.
as she nears your front porch ellie raises a trembling hand to knock, chalking it up to the cold, and not her debilitating nerves for talking to you. she’s maybe gotten a few simple responses out of you, and if anything, your eyes can talk a lot more than you will ever likely say.
so, when ellie hears what could only hear your footsteps coming to the door she quickly rethinks literally everything, her heart pounding as she hurriedly straightens out her jacket and tries to tame her somewhat unruly hair.
her attempts, although, are interrupted by the door creaking open to show your pajama-clad form, tired and a bit annoyed being woken up. you would have never expected anyone at the door this late, let alone the girl who’s been eye-fucking you every time you’re on patrol with her.
“ellie,” you start, looking over her trembling form, brows perked in tired confusing, “what’re you doing here?” and just hearing her name on your tongue would be enough to have ellie melting through the floor if it weren’t so damn cold. “oh, i just um… c-can i come inside? i kinda wanted to talk but it’s really cold,” she awkwardly chuckles, praying you’ll let her in.
looking her over, you can’t deny that having a pretty thing like her sitting in your couch wouldn’t be such a bad sight. so, with a quick nod inside you open the door wider for her and step to the side, watching her walk past you like she’s sin itself. since being here, you haven’t had much company over, none at all really, but she wouldn’t be bad for your first.
watching her step in you shut the door behind her, stretching your back to try and feel at least a bit more awake. “what did you want to talk about?” the question catches ellie off guard for a moment, realizing she hadn’t exactly thought this far ahead in her plan. it’s certainly not helping how you’re looking down at her like that, intense like you’ll tear her apart if she looks away.
“just um… when’s your next patrol? we’re usually on the partnered ones together but i uh, i noticed you weren’t on the schedule,” she asks, trying to start a conversation in anyway she can so she doesn’t seem as weird as she thinks she is for coming by in the middle of the night.
“next week, i’m working the stables for a bit,” you reply, watching the way her face drops just thinking about how long she’ll be away from you. it’s cute. you’ve noticed that while ellie isn’t exactly clingy, you will catch her staring and admiring you even for the simplest things. and sure, maybe it’s late, maybe you’re flattered by her avid admiration and crush, or maybe you’re desperate, but ellie just looks perfect like this; stumbling over her own words, watching you with wide eyes.
“oh… that’s nice. what do they um, have you doing over there?” ellie mutters, trying not to imagine you coming back into the stables on horseback, sweat making your shirt stick to your sternum, a sheen making you glisten more than you already do. “just have to break in horses and take care of em,” you hum, a small smirk on your lips as you catch her gaze go over your form. “yknow williams, you’re staring like you want me to break you in.”
and when you’ve got her shoved in your bed, face down ass up, one had keeping her head in the mattress and the other holding her hips to yours, it feels like you just might. your thrusts are relentless, making the sting of your strap in her aching cunt so much more worth it.
and the way you hold her against you, the fat of her ass hitting your thighs in a steady, deep rhythm, it has her moaning, biting at the pillow you’ve shoved her into. it’s certainly a sight to see, feeling her body against yours, her back arched while she whines. “shit, there ya go,” you moan, “you take me so good.” tangling your hand into her hair you pull her head back, smiling at her expression, mouth hung open in a silent moan and her eyes half-lidded. “god, you’re a mess, pretty girl.”
“look at me,” you huff, wanting to see that broken look on her face. and as ellie looks back at you, face twisted in pleasure you chuckle, leaning closer into her, strap pressed deeper into her belly, “there’s a good girl,” you murmur, voice soft and deep, latching your lips onto hers. your hand on her hip trails down to press on the small bulge in her belly, chuckling at the way she shudders, whimpering into your lips.
pulling her lips from hers you tease in a hushed whisper, “aww, is it too big for you, pretty girl?” and oh fuck, the way she whimpers, how you can feel her clench around your strap, the mass heavy in her gut like she’s never taken before, you just have to fuck her harder. the hand on the bulge in her belly dancing along her lower abdomen, toying with her folds before circling her clit with your thumb.
“mmph- please-” she pleads, looking back at you, looking like she’ll give out any moment. with a little mercy, you save her the strain and push her back down into the mattress. “shhh, baby, you’ll come when i say.” rolling her clit under the pad of you thumb you can feel her trying to rut her hips back into your touch, crumbling under your palm.
laughing under your breath at her desperation you make an effort to make her moan and tremble, the sound of her little gasps like music. “that’s it, you like that?” you ask, but when she doesn’t answer you give her hair a rough tug, “you like that?” you ask again. “y-yes, a-ah fuck, i love it! please- ohhh god, please, feels so g-good!” she moans into your pillow. letting out a pleased sigh you give her clit a pinch, watching her jolt. “see, that wasn’t so hard.”
knowing just how bad she needs to come, how she’s trembling, gripping and biting at your pillows, you keep a steady pace against her, the wet sound of her ass hitting your thighs reverberating around the room. “thereee you go, you wanna come for me? cmon, you know you wanna,” you encourage her. it’s not like you can finish your sentence though, she’s strung so high that her orgasm snaps through her faster than you thought it would.
despite your rough nature in bed, you help her come down, slowing your thrusts to a stop, pulling out after a moment to look her over, your hands freeing up her hair to rub over her hips. “you okay there?” you hum, concern laced in every word. “mhm,” she murmurs lazily into your bed, face tilted to the side with a drunken smile, “definitely broken in.”
| synopsis - despite being in a relationship for about a year, you and lottie haven’t slept together yet. with how she’s always thought certain parts of her weren’t desirable to you, you feel the need to prove her immensely wrong
| warnings - mdni, nsfw, established relationship, vulgar language, use of “baby” “love”, fingering lottie!r, cunnilingus lottie!r, referring to clit as cock, spit as lube, slight hair pulling, praise
smut below the cut!
lottie has never been a very out there kind of girl. even with friends or teasing the people she’s close with, she’s never been one to really put herself out there. she’s never been particularly forward, and in her own opinion, never all that interesting.
so, in her mind, it’s a miracle she got herself a girlfriend, let alone one as amazing as she sees you. because of it, she’s been a bit… hesitant, when trying to be forward. in fact, she’s refuses to be. not because she doesn’t want to be, god no! she’s just more than a little nervous about how you’d react to seeing all of her.
it all started when, at times, lottie would get… curious, as most baby lesbians do, and would look at whatever magazines she could get her hands on. it’s unfortunate, really, when she’s forced to discover that maybe she doesn’t have the average anatomy. peeking in on nudes of women, lottie would notice how different the women’s bodies were from hers.
she knew it was maybe a bit silly to be ashamed of. sure, the women in those photos were smaller while her sweet bundle of nerves poked out from her folds, almost perky, but they were also like, supermodels, so it’d be unfair to compare.
and yet still, she’d find herself in the same predicament she’s in now: you, on her lap, your hands tangled in her hair while her hands tremble as they rest on your waist. the two of you are opposites on the spectrum of how touchy you can get. there’s you: touchy and handsy, and then her: too nervous to do more than play with your tits when she’s being bold. not like she didn’t want to do more, in her mind, she’s got all sorts of things she’d love to try with you, have you in every dirty fantasy she can think up, but she just can’t get over that nagging little voice saying you’d think she looks weird once her panties come off.
“baby,” you hum, your lips dancing along her skin, latching onto her neck for a moment and pulling her from her mind, “please, can’t we just try? i promise i’ll be good.” she’s heard it all, you’re begging and pleading. lottie knows you want her, you make it so obvious, and it’s been slowly chipping away at her. “cmon,” she murmurs, her hands squeezing you hips with a hesitant expression, “yknow i’m not exactly up for it.”
and you get that, most everyone has something that they’re a little self-conscious about, but you know that if she just tried, if she let you make her feel good, she’d love it. “please lottie? i’ll be gentle, and we can stop if it’s too much, promise,” you plead, that same desperate tone in your voice that continues to chisel away at her resolve.
“but… love, you know i…” she mutters, hung up on the look in your eyes. how could she not trust you when look at her like that, as if you don’t have this you might burst into tears. it’s just so cute, that little pout on your lips, desperate to have her without the fear of overstepping. “you’ll go slow?”
you nearly shoot up as she wavers, your heart skipping as you nod, a a hopeful smile on your lips, careful not to scare her off from this, from you. “of course, anything, anything for you, love,” you insist, hands trailing down to her forearms. even when she’s nervous and helpless lottie to manages to be the sweetest girl you’ve ever seen.
“you really want this?” you mutter, your lips meeting her jaw in an attempt to warm her up, every precaution taken for her comfort. your gaze meets hers like a magnet, holding that small hint of hesitation like a ticking bomb. “yeah… yeah, i really want to.”
she’s like a dam cracking. your hands gently squeeze her arms, kisses more intentional, slow and deep as you move over the expanse of her collar. “want you so bad,” you murmur into her neck between kisses, your eyes watching her every breath even when she looks away, “wanna make you feel amazing.” if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s done this plenty times over, her hips rutting against your thighs, palms running over the curve of your hips. yet you know she’s as easy to rile up as it is to breathe: once you start, you won’t stop.
grabbing at her waist, basically groping her, you gently push her into the mattress, watching her let out a quiet oof as her back hits the bed, her eyes trained on you with every ounce of attention she could have. it feels like her blood is at a rolling boil in her veins, thrumming through her body as her thighs squeeze together just watching you kiss down her stomach, each touch of your lips sparking a bubbling heat in her gut.
“there you go,” you hum, feeling her shift under you and feeling a sense of pride knowing it’s you doing this to her. “sh-shut up,” she stutters out. it’s nearly torture, her pants feel too tight around her thighs, and bucking her hips into her panties does nothing but make her more sensitive. looking up to her you grab her thighs, kneeling down, “you want more?” do you really even have to ask though? “yes, fuck, please,” she begs, even if it scares her to, she needs to feel you, all of you.
you don’t have the heart to tease her, wanting to make this as amazing for her as possible. poking your fingers under the hem of her shorts you gently push them down her legs, setting them aside. you’ve known lottie to be a bit self-conscious when it comes to sex, and because she never told you what exactly, it’s always lead you to guess one thing or another. but when her hand shoots down to cover her aching cunt, you have a feeling you know finally exactly what it is.
“hey, no, none of that,” you huff, your hand over hers, not moving it but rather trying to assure her, “i wanna see all of you.” “you’re sure? what if i’m-” “let me see your pussy, baby.” leaning in, you press a reverent kiss to her knuckles, “please.” catching the way you eye her, like she’s porcelain meant to be held and polished, lottie gently pulls her hand away, putting all of her trust in you.
as her fingers draw back your eyes hone in on the small bulge in her panties, outlined by the wet patch along the length of her pussy. “oh, baby,” you coo, floored by the look of her clit hard against the lace of her tight little panties. with no thought to it, you reach out, your thumb trailing over her clit to test out the waters, humming as she whimpers at the touch. “you were hiding this from me?” you chuckle, licking your lips at the sight.
as if on instinct, your hands prod at the hem of her panties before you glance up at her, “can i?” with a curt nod, she gulps down the last of her anxiety, wanting this more than she is afraid. pulling at her panties you scoot up closer to her, wanting a close up of what might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen: your girlfriends hard, nearly throbbing clit poking out from her pussy, glistening with her slick. you could drool.
struggling not to latch your lips onto it, you opt for running your index and middle finger through her folds to spread her open. “fuck, you’re so perfect, lott.” eyeing her dripping cunt you have to remind yourself to go slow, even as you gently slide your thumb over her clit. “o-oh!” lottie whimpers, caught off guard by the sudden rush of pleasure even as you go slow with her. “is this alright?” with a hint of concern you pull your hand back by an inch, only for lottie to grab your wrist, pulling you close again. “it’s perfect,” she mutters, her face flushed.
with a breathless laugh you shake your head, “you can’t do that baby.” your thumb rolls over her clit, watching as she trembles at your first touch. “a-ah fuck,” lottie whimpers, clearly not the type to be quiet. rubbing your thumb over and around her clit you slowly move to hold her clit between your thumb and index, jerking her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. “b-baby, oh… o-oh fuck- mmph!”
“aww, you’ve got such a pretty cock, don’t you?” you coo. and if anyone else had said it, it’d only serve to make lottie even moe insecure. but hearing you praise—nearly tease her in such a loving tone has her hands clasping around your wrist, desperate for more.
“suck it,” she says with thinking, caught off guard by her own words. “really baby, want me to suck you off?” you hum, in disbelief from how she went from hiding her clit from you to begging you to suck her off. “yes, mmph, y-yes please.” letting out a breathless you chuckle you grab at her thighs, opening them wider and scooting so close your knees hit the bed frame, “if you say so.”
lottie watches with bated breath as you slant over, and all but crying out as your lips find her aching clit. for such a pretty little virgin, lottie sure knows how to let you know she loves this. grabbing at your hair and letting out the sweetest of moans lottie can’t even keep her hips still, drilling them forward into your lips.
and you live for it, having lottie going from being terrified to taking what she needs from you within minutes makes you both proud and gets you off. as you bob your head over her clit and rolling her under your tongue, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, lottie leans back. her head’s tilted back and her mouth hung open in a string of moans nearly holy.
if you couldn’t tell by her nearly ripping her hair out, you’d feel it by the way her clit twitches under the pressure of your tongue that lottie is already so close. yet you still want more, sucking her clit between your lips, slurping her slick like it’s your last meal on earth. and lottie wishes she could give it all to you, but for her first time, it’s a miracle she’s lasted this long under your tongue.
her free hand clutches the sheets like a vice, shaking as she tries to ignore the coil in her belly being slowly unraveled until she’s pulled so tight that she snaps, a final loud, whiny moan bursting from her lips as she hunches over your form, both hands finding your shoulders for support. lottie’s orgasm rolls over her like a wave, leaving her panting and flushed. popping your lips off from her clit you look up at her, a happy smile on your lips as her slick drips down your chin.
“you alright there, love?” you hum, your hand cradling her chin to hopefully help her come back down a bit easier. lottie looks down at you, eyes wide and her chest heaving.
| synopsis - jinx’s heat cycle has always been a factor in your relationship that keeps things interesting. so when she goes from constant teasing to tugging at your sleeve, you know what to do
| warnings - nsfw, mdni, omegaverse, porn with no plot, free use!reader, vulgar language, use of “bunny” “mommy” “pretty girl”, strap-on sex, cowgirl position, dirty talk, slight spanking, strap-on referred to as cock, not proofread!
smut below the cut!
jinx is a brat. point. blank. period. she goes as far to admit it herself. better yet, she goes even further, clarifying that it doesn’t mean she’s spoiled, but that she loooves getting under your skin. she’s pulling one stunt after another, just so that she can get you all riled up.
it’s how she’s always been, whiny, bratty, whatever you wanna call it when she tries to tick you off until you get grabby and upset. that is, except for when she’s in heat. it’s like a switch is flipped in her the second her body decides it’s time for her to make a baby.
and you better believe that she’s trying. jinx gets all sweet on you, giving up the cheeky, spoiled spiel just to feel your hands on her, to put out the fire burning in her belly. she doesn’t care how long it takes, how tired the both of you are, she needs to feel you peel her apart and lay her out.
it’s sort of sweet, knowing that all of her little games weren’t in vain, but for your attention. only you.
while you lay in bed, soft covers draped over you and soft colored light peaking through window, jinx is lying on her stomach, her under her pillow with a pout.
you know what she’s doing, she keeps squirming, trying to rub up on the bed to get herself off without annoying you too much. that, or she’s actually trying to get your attention.
either way, you notice. turning your head over your shoulder, you’re met with the sweetest sight ever.
jinx is laying in her stomach, knees digging into the bed as he hugs her pillow to her face. her brows are furrowed and her ears droop down over her pigtails. wide, glassy eyes meet yours, and she whines.
“please,” jinx pleads, “i need you so bad, don’t make me beg.”
you have been a bit cruel to her during the start of her heat. you can smell her, obviously, but you wanted to see how long she could last when she needs you so bad.
rigidly, you roll your shoulders, turning over to lay on your back at her side. “you’re the one that wants it so bad, don’t you? can’t even go a week without needing me in you. you’re lucky you’re such a cute little bunny.”
you pat your thigh, motioning for her to sit on your lap. you really didn’t need to tho, she was already climbing on you when you looked her way.
you can’t help but indulge your bunny, pulling your shirt up just enough to make her want more skin. her gaze is so heavy, jinx’s hands moving under your shirt and up your chest within a few slow movements. she’s already rutting down onto your thigh, biting her lip just feeling you.
just watching her is enough to make you chuckle, your hands pushing the waistband of her pajama shorts down over the curve of her rear. “you love that, don’t you, bunny?”
jinx doesn’t have to look up from her hands kneading your breast to know you have the most teasing smiles on your lips. “y-yes,” she quickly nods, her mouth spilling open in a whimper, “love f-feeling you.”
“lift,” your hand pats her ass and like instinct, she eagerly sits up, letting you push her clothes off. you feel it the second she sits on your hips, just how wet she is.
a blue tuft of hair between her thighs, soaked and glistening barely hides her clit poking out from her lips. “shit, bunny,” you chuckle, grabbing her hips to grind her down onto your hips, “you need me, don’t you? needa feel mommy in you?”
jinx nods, letting out little pants as she pushes her hips forward, her mind set only on getting fucked through her heat, forget any sense of conversation. “can… please, can we use your strap?” forget shame too.
rubbing her cheek, you cock your head, taking in every detail of her scrunched up, needy face. “grab it for me, princess?”
she’s fumbling through your bedside table and sliding the harness around your hips in a hurry, lifting your leg to glide into the straps before she tightens in them in place, snug around your hips.
jinx doesn’t wait for any type of permission to plant all of her weight onto your lap, your shaft parting her sopping cunt and prodding at her cervix all at once. you watch as she doesn’t even take the time to catch her breath or adjust to the weight of your cock deep in her belly.
she’s just so eager, easy, even.
the wet sound of you filling her, so sloppy and almost uncoordinated, followed by her moaning while she rocks back & forth clouds your mind. there’s nothing you could want more than your sweet bunny riding your cock until she’s tired out.
you wouldn’t want to admit it, but you get off just as much as she does, soft grunts, biting your lip at her perky little tits bounce while she rides through her heat, you’re not subtle. not like jinx noticed anyways, too caught up on squeezing your chest for any kind of support she could find, not even really all in it, she’d still ride you exhausted, anything to feel your tip driving into her gooey walls.
her hips slap down onto yours every once in a while, a soft thwack that has her letting out a gasp, the impact much more forceful than it sounded. bunny likes it rougher than you’d think. even if it’s a bit gross, how could jinx not love chasing the dream of you cumming in her, hot, sticky cum coating her walls, dripping down to mix between your thighs? the girls gotta breed!
the mental image of it is overwhelming, jinx’s mouth hanging open in a burst of moan, her fingers digging into your shoulders with small, crescent indents. “mommy,” she pleads, her chest heaving in short huffs, her now messy braids cascading down the bow of her jolting shoulders, “i need… i-i need you to cum in me.”
slipping your hands under the curve of her ass, you clench her hips, helping her sink onto your cock, the fat tip of you tot wedged in her heat. “yeah, you want mommy to get you nice and full?” you coo to her, fingering dancing a path from her ass the pit of her belly. “tell me how bad you need it, how bad you need mommy to fuck a litter into you.”
her hips spasm forward, her arms trembling like they’d give out from the sensual weight of your words. how could something so vulgar be so enthralling. “want- wanna be full of your babies,” she shamelessly moans, her thighs bracketing yours in a tight hug, “i can already feel you in my belly.” to say she’s getting off on the image of you fucking a litter into her is an obvious observation.
pressing your palm flat to her belly, you hum, watching jinx smack her hips into yours with a sense of amusement. she knows she can’t have it, and outside of the situation, she wouldn’t want anything of the sort. but when she’s cockdrunk and wanton, there’s nothing more enticing than your cum dripping from between her thighs after her heat.
you rub her stomach, feeling the faint bulge your tip drives into her belly, her soft gasps ebbing with her effort to chase the growing ache in her belly. “gonna make you a mommy, princess. you look so beautiful, taking me so good just so i can fill your womb, get you all stuffed.”
patting her rear, you meet her thrust with slow rolls of your hips. you can tell she’s close, her breath drawn short. her brows pulled together. her body tense and slightly stalled. her head dips forward, her forehead pressed to you shoulder, heavy and immovable as her body convulses atop yours, hands clenched and her stomach tensing in a solid wave.
“mmmnfh, yes! i– ah mommy i– yes–!” she chants, sandwiching her bottom lip between her teeth to contain her moans, no matter how sweet they sound.
riding out her orgasm, settling into your grip, she falls flat onto your chest, the thin sheen of sweat coating from her neck to her belly makes a wet smack once she’s limp against you.
as jinx pants on top of you, hiding in your neck and under her mess of hair and floppy ears, you run one hand up and down her spine, the other massaging the space right above her puff of a tail.
“you okay, princess?” you mutter, brushing a soft kiss along the top of her head, your nose pressed into her hair.
in a slow motion, she nods, “‘m okay,” jinx breathes, peeking up to you with a dopey little grin, her grip on you weakened.
“you all done then, pretty girl?” you chuckle, noting how her already rolling her hips onto your cock, puffy pussy lips swallowing it whole while her juices trickle down both your thighs is pretty telling.
yk I liked ur most recent post of ellie x g!p reader but like- What if it was reversed?
Like ellie g!p x reader with breeding kinks like that?
An to be honest ONLY IF UR COMFORTABLE it ending with an accidental/kinda not accidentally pregnancy?
If not I completely understand!
| gp!ellie williams x f!reader - masterlist
| synopsis - just… this, but switched. btw i loooved writing the first part like i think i need that now!
| warnings - mdni, nsfw, breeding kink, breast play, body worship, foul language, dirty talk, use of “princess” “mama” “baby” “daddy” “babydoll” “babygirl”, mating press, not proofread but i should lowks get on that :(
smut below the cut!
youd think that after months of “subtle” hints from ellie of wanting to get you pregnant, you’d realize she really meant it when she said she’d knock you up. rubbing your belly, kissing it, insisting that just pulling out will be fine, calling you mama more and more, all of it goes over your head.
but no, not until she’s leaning over you, her fingertips pinching your nipples, watching them pebble in fascination, do you catch on that she really was serious, and maybe you wouldn’t hate it.
“fuck,” ellie rasps into the valley of your breasts, leaving hot kisses on her path up to your neck.
her hands are everywhere, squeezing your hips, thighs, chest, anything just so she can feel more of you. leaning into you, ellie cants her hips down onto your center, chasing the warmth hidden by your panties.
“you feel that?” she purrs, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, “feel how hard you get me, princess?” pressed between the apex of your thighs, her shaft rubs against the soft cotton of your panties.
“oof, and you’re so wet for me, baby,” she chuckles, her palm slotting between her bulge and your mound, her fingertips prodding at the sticky mess of your panties. “let’s get these offa you,” she drawls, hooking her fingers through the leg of your silken panties.
ellie pats your thigh, signaling for you to lift your hip, but more importantly, watching the thick, wet glob hold the crotch of the cloth onto your cunt. “fuck,” ellie breathes, eyes wide in fascination, “tell me you want this, mama. tell me you want me,” she begs.
flinging your panties over the edge of the bed, you feel ellie’s hand slide back to its previous spot, working your bundle of nerves in easy circles that make your hips angle into her palm. you feel a gentle warmth bloom in your chest, spreading over your shoulders and ending in a blush painted over your cheeks. bit by bit, you feel it creep down between your thighs, an insatiable heat only stroked by ellie’s careful hand.
“yes daddy,” you nod, “needa feel you!” you whine to her, writhing in her palm and needy for more. ellie’s on you in seconds, like the flip of a switch. her fingers are pulled from your walls with a slick pop, pushing her boxers down and groaning once her cock, hard and flushed at the tip, slaps against her stomach.
there’s a grin on her lips as ellie runs her thumb up and down the length of her aching cock. hell, you can feel it pulse as she slants down, hitching the tip on your fleshy entrance.
ellie’s eyes trail over you, admiring every detail of your body. you see the want in her eyes, the admiration that she gets to lay with the most beautiful woman every night. how your chest dips and rises with each steamy breath, your shoulders pressed into the bed, your cheeks adorning a beautiful flush she made all on her own.
“oh… baby…” she drawls, her free hand finding your hipbone, gently pinning it to the bed, not in a harsh control, but a gentle ease into a position more intimate. she leans in closer, and you take her in, inch by agonizing inch.
the heady tip of her dick parts your folds in a slow roll, letting you soak her in. you watch her with heavy eyes, you breath fluttering from between your lips, a gasp weak to the gentle care she put into making love.
in short puffs, you finally look at her, peeling you’re gaze from where the two of you connect. of course, ellie notices, her hands gliding up the back of your thighs to pin your knees down, all the way into the mattress. “yeah, i know you need it, baby girl,” she coos in the sweetest, most condescending tone like you can’t feel her in the pit of your belly.
her thrusts are soft at first, your slick coating her cock with ease as she presses into you. but as her pace goes up, her grip on you falters, too caught up in the way your tits bounce with each slap of skin. “ellie,” you moan, your mouth nagging open, brows furrowed in a helpless little pout, “i need it- need is sososo bad!”
she cocks her head, still teasing you when she’s balls deep in you, trying not to cum too early. “yeah? use your words, tell daddy exactly what you need, babydoll.” you nod, biting your lip as she punctuates each word with a deeper thrust, your brain fuzzy. she knows exactly what does to you and still messes with you.
“please, please please please daddy,” you slur, “put a baby in me, i wanna feel you in me.” panting under ellie, you watch as her eyes widen.
holy shit.
she knew you wanted it– bad– but not as bad as her! her grip on your knees tightens, halfway between moaning as she ruts into your sweet pussy, pushing you so far your hips tilt forward, deep enough in you to feel you squeeze her dry.
“baby– baby you gotta–“ she breathes, her eyes on yours, “you gotta let me cum in you.” she’s breathless, panting like she’s in heat no way to fix it without fucking you senseless. each thrust and thump of her cock in you has you letting out a yelp of a gasp, “yes!” you nod, “yes daddy!”
it’s not even the act of fucking you senseless, feeling your gummy walls wrap around her cock that finally gets her, it’s you as a whole. scratching her back, whining, pleading for more of her, for the exact same thing she wants.
ellie’s head drops, her shoulders trembling like she’s lost control. she stutters forward, her body moving before she can.her hand drops from you thigh to your abdomen.
you feel it, her pressing down on your womb, her ploughing thrust reduced to sporadic slaps as she spills inside of you.
you pant underneath her, your brain fuzzy, feeling the bulge in your belly soften, only to drip out a warm heat between your thighs, melting into the sheets in a puddle.
“ellie…” you puff, your hand meeting hers on your stomach. “hm?” she mumbles, being pulled from a trance, watching you take every drop of her seed. “you alright?” to be fair, you’ve never seen her this spent, even after a round or two , she usually has enough in her to stand up on her own.
with a nod, ellie leans in, gently letting your legs fall as she presses into you, carefully holding your sides. in the fluff of your belly, she mutters, cut off by soft kisses: “perfect.”
| synopsis – work’s been super stressful for grace, so maybe paying her a visit at work might help
| content warnings – mdni, nsfw, use of “baby” “love”, foul language, public sex, blow job, not proofread!
smut below the cut!
you can tell that grace has been at her wits-end for a while now. she’s been staying later at work, eating less at home, and either sleeping in far too late, or not sleeping much at all.
and being her loving girlfriend, you’ve put it in your mind to help her.
you show up at her office, not the easiest to get into, being screened for at least an hour and having pretty much everything on you searched, including the lunch you’ve made for grace. but you’re eventually let in, a sticker name tag stuck to your chest to prove it.
you weave through cubicles, looking around for the familiar puff of blonde hair, just to find grace, sitting with one leg propped up on her chair, surrounded by her mess of paperwork.
“you order lunch service, miss?” you call out, grace doing a double take when she hears you. “baby, w-what’re you doing here?” she turns around in her chair, getting up to greet you.
“ah-ah-ah, you sit down,” putting your hand on her shoulder, you sit her back down, finding a free spot on her desk to place her lunch. “can’t a girl want to come in and say hi? i missed you, and it was worth the hassle.”
grace lets out a sigh, looking up to you with wide eyes. “the hassle? oh, r-right.” eyeing the pack you’ve set in her desk, she cracks a small smile. “you made me lunch?” stepping at her side, you press a kiss to the top of her hair, “thought i’d treat you, i know how tense you’ve been.”
she would lean her head into you, sighing once she gets a glimpse of something good after the most boring day ever. “you’re too sweet on me.”
you’re happy to help her relax, standing at full height to squeeze her shoulders. “you been doing okay?” she shrugs, opening her lunch, hoping to eat faster to not lose anymore time on her work. “just a bit behind, as you know.”
“aww, am i taking up too much of your time, love?” squeezing her shoulders, you turn her to look your way. “oh,” she falters, eyes wide, her cheeks blooming a warm pink, “not really, i just gotta hurry up a bit!”
your pout at the idea of rushing her isn’t lost on grace. it’s cute to see, but she can’t afford to let it sway her. “well i miss you, but i don’t have much time to really relax like that.” for a moment, you’re silent, watching just how fidgety she gets under your gaze. then, an idea pops up.
taking a step closer, you bend down into her space. “oh, so it’s relaxing you need?” you hum, glancing around a few times before moving forward with you plan, “i can help with that.”
she watches in a frozen awe as you move in front of her. “what the hell are you-” she mutters, only for your to shush her by a hand on her thigh, kneeling underneath her desk and right in front of her. “you need some relaxation, right? well i’m here now, so i could help with that.”
“you- we can’t just- i’m at work, baby,” she stammers, her hand resting on yours, trying to convince you otherwise. “it’s fun, cmon. you won’t get in trouble, i promise i’ll stop if anything happens, you don’t need to worry. just do your work while i do mine.”
her teeth dig into her bottom lip, a spilt look in her eyes. “you… i mean, as long as you’re sure. i really don’t wanna get either of us in that kinda trouble.” “no, you’ll be fine, just do what you need to.” with a reassuring smile, you rest you chin on her thighs, your cheeks squished. too cute to ignore, even when you’re trying to convince her to have sex in her government office job.
she’s scooted her chair in, blocking you in to the small opening under her desk. you can only imagine the face she’s making, kissing up and down her thighs, squeezing them in hopes that her face gets all red while she tries to focus on typing. you’d say something, usually. maybe tease her, poke fun at much she’s shifting when she’s really meant to be still, but you know she’d get all whiney and embarrassed.
your hands find her fly, zipping it down its track. her thighs squeeze together, subconsciously trying to have more control over herself, but you spread her knees, kissing the inside of her thighs as consolation. you’re itching to say something, but swallow it with the lump in your throat seeing her bulge still strain against her panties, taller without her pants to hold her back.
grace jolts forward feeling your lip on her through only a layer of fabric. her face flushes up from her neck and her hips strike forward, pressing into your lips. laughing under your breath, you lean in, breathing against her skin. she’s stiff, fingers clenched around her desk, the other distracting with a few clicks of her mouse. she bites the inside of her lips, her focus faltering.
“so impatient,” you whisper into her skin, moving just enough pull her panties down, eyeing the gooey spot staining the cotton against her hardened tip, “and so hard, so fast.” sooo good. you nearly drool at just the silhouette of her cock, literal saliva pooling in your mouth at not just her, but that it’s here too, that thrill of being caught making things perfectly tense.
grace can’t even see you under her desk, only feeling every breath and lingering touch, never knowing where the next might be. a gasp breaks through her composure, eyes wide before clapping hand over her mouth when she feels you drag the front of her panties down, hard and throbbing when she’s meant to be working or at very least eating her lunch.
you feel her almost flinch at the touch and still can’t not chuckle at how helpless she is when she gets pent up and pliant. her cock stand in front of you, the tip an angry pink, her head jutting out and dripping her juices down her long shaft. leaning in, you feel her heartbeat pulsing through it and against your lips.
starting at the base of her cock, you drag your tongue up along veins and the curve of her cock. you feel her jolt, struggling to focus, her typing slowly to a near halt as you swirl the tip of her cock with your tongue, warm globs of spit dripping down her length.
her cock quivers once you part your lips to take her in. your lips stayed wrapped around her too for just a moment before inching her into your mouth. each detail of the underside of her cock is pressed into your tongue, rigid enough to map out by touch alone.
drag back and forth you let her get used to the warm heat of your mouth, trapped in something so good it makes her eyes flutter, heavy and low. trying not to be too obvious, grace sighs, her head weighing heavy on her shoulders. “fuckin’… stupid assignments,” she mutters under her breath, a smile peaking through her lips.
her hips cant forward, chasing the sweet heat of your lips. bobbing your head, the blunt tip of her cock nudges the back of your throat, her desperation forcing you onto her. you rub your hands up and down her thighs, warm palms gliding over her in gentle caresses. each soft suck of her cock has her letting out a deep, shuddering breath, a fluttering feeling in her lungs that makes breathing feel like a real effort.
maybe it’s that it’s here, or the fear of getting caught, but there’s a hot pull deep in her belly, growing as you lace over her cock. graces head falls onto her crossed arms, giving up on acting unaffected. “baby… baby please,” she whispers, a hand drifting down to hold the back of your head, tangling in your hair.
sloppy strokes have grace whining into her palm and slouching in on herself. your eyes flutter from her tugging your hair, spit dribbling free from your lips and bubbles of precum and spit at the edge of your lips in a wet mess. little gasps and soft pants are all grace can get out without being too loud.
she shifts as much as she can, trying to thrust into your mouth unless it makes too much noise. “baby, ohh pplease, you’re so wet, a-and you’re so tight on my d-dick, i can’t-” it’s too much for her to handle when all she’s wanted is to fuck your throat good and thorough. a few messy drags and a squeeze of her thighs has graces length hitting the back of your throat. the warm pull in her belly makes for a sudden spark boiling over in her balls, spurting out down your tongue.
if it were not for the constant low hum of her office, everyone would hear the both of you; grace trying not to moan and writhing in her chair, or you gagging on both her length and thick ropes of cum.
she takes a moment to pull herself back together, grace sitting up to stretch her bowed back. “ugh, fuck…” she mutters under her breath, an awkward chuckle filling the silence. “you okay?” grace whispers to you, peeling her seat back from her desk when she sees you.
you’d be embarrassed if not for how sweetly she holds your chin. your hair is a mess from being pulled, your cheeks and chin, even your nose wet with slick spit, and a dazed look in your eyes.
“you okay?” you chuckle, wiping your face and smoothing your hair back into place. grace scrambles to get herself dressed again, watching as you climb out from her desk. “yeah, feel a lot better,” she smiles, eagerly grateful for your moment of recklessness.
“hm, good” you hold her chin, kissing her deeply with her taste still on your tongue. once you pull back, grace stares up at you with a shaky smile, still catching her breath, “thank you.” “you’re welcome, love.”
| synopsis – if jinx starts to get an attitude or needy, it’s just better to fuck it out of her, that’s her end goal anyways
| content warnings – mdni, nsfw, foul language, use of “doll” “ma’am” “baby” “sweetie” “pretty girl”, implied age gap, softdom!reader, use of vibrator, praise, minor descriptions of violence, excessive cum
smut below the cut!
jinx has been pushing your buttons all night. you’re only in her workshop to keep her company, filling any extra silence music can’t. yet, she still has to ask what feels like a million, useless questions.
eventually, all her tinkering would be abandoned as she sits next to you on her bed, her legs tossed over your thighs. she blabbers on about some expedition she went on in the lanes, twirling your hair in her fingers while she explains that she totally handled it before it went to shit.
“and then, the guy tried to jump me! but, y’know, i put him on his ass.” she mutters on, absently messing with you just to keep herself entertained. “of course you did, doll,” you hum.
something clicks for her, hearing that softly supportive, maybe even absently teasing tone. “yeah, i did,” jinx hums, kneeling at your side to hold your chin. leaning in, she kisses along your jaw, warm and dangerously inviting. “i’m a big girl, i can deal by myself, ma’am.”
you roll your eyes, a hand holding her hip, the other rubbing and down her back. “never said you couldn’t. don’t have an attitude.” “attitude?” she scoffs, nipping at your ear with a grin. “i would never, you just gotta deal with me, how i am.”
grabbing her hand, you pull her close, gripping her wrists to keep her from squirming. “hm, i dunno. maybe i just gotta get you to listen to me, doll.” holding her down, you lena into her, even as she shuffles in your lap with a whine. “yeah? like i’d listen-” “like i said,” you mutter in her ear, “i gotta make you listen.”
“cmon, up,” you tut, letting her shift out of your lap with a pat on her hip. “what? you’re supposed to be listening to me and my stuff. i was in the middle of trying to tell you-” sitting right at her side, your hands end up on her thighs. you give her a knowing look, one she can’t just blow off.
“doll, you can talk, but you keep trying to bite at me– literally– so you’ve gotta do what i say. cause while i do wanna hear it, i don’t want you getting out of line.” jinx glares at you, like a kid annoyed she can’t play how she wants, before groaning, flopping back into bed in a tantrum. “whatever.”
“don’t be a baby,” you lean over her, holding her side with a smile, rubbing a thumb over her stomach, “i’m giving you what you want.” she can’t help but be a brat about it though, huffing in annoyance and leaning her head away from you.
you laugh under your breath, knowing that her whining isn’t going to do much more then make things worse. “fine, whine all you want, doll,” you chuckle, your free hand peeling her shorts down to be bunched up at mid-thigh, “it’s not gonna help you.”
with her arms crossed and a pout on her pretty lips, jinx huffs. she refuses to look you way, even with the warmth of your hands seeping into her thighs. “you just like bossing me around,” she mutters under her breath, puffy as ever.
of course, you shrug, pressing your thumb into her pelvis, reaching into her nightstand to grab her beloved toy (a girls gotta have company when you’re away). “oh, for sure,” the smooth silicone presses between her thighs, and with a click, buzzes to life in a low hum, “but i think you like it too.”
jinx jolts at the feeling, her knees snapping shut, her shoulders jumping and trying, but failing to shoot upright. “ah-ah,” you tut, your hand on her hip pushing her back into the puff of her bed. “lay down, pretty girl. talk to me. that’s what you wanted, right?”
she whines, a shuddering breath rattling her ribs as she melts back down. she still writhes under you, jinx can never quite sit still, but the warm purr of the vibrator pressed on her clothed clit doesn’t feel too bad. “i already told you h-how it went,” her hips can’t forward, only to be tacked down by your palm, keeping her and the vibrator in place.
“yeah? well tell me in detail, doll. wanna hear all about your day.” she nods, tilting her head back in a puff. you can see just how hard she’s trying to think about it, but you don’t want her overthinking, you want that raw, first thought in her mind kinda reaction. you click the vibrator once, the low droning buzz getting louder.
jinx breathes a bit heavier, knowing that you’re doing it just to get it out of her. “i-i was trying to get up topside, right? but i noticed… ohgod, i noticed these guys followin’ me, creeps.”
she goes quiet for a moment, biting her lip and writhing under your hold. the vibrator jim’s against her angry red clit, so soaked through her panties are only there for aesthetics, her wetness sliding down her lips. “yeah, then what?” you mutter, patting her thigh to bring her back.
“one… o-one of ‘em tried to get a hit on me,” she sighs, her shoulders relaxing, warming up to the pressure, letting you hold her however feels best, “he swung on me, but i hit ‘im first. elbow to the snoz,” she chuckles, the tension in her shoulders finally fizzling away.
“but i uh… still got hit by one of his little buddies, got me in the gut, and i felt like my belly got whole punched.” with a click of your tongue and shaking you head in a tut, lean down, close enough for her hair to prickle once your breath fans over her belly. “oh… you poor thing,” you coo, pressing a kiss to her abdomen.
then a click to the vibrator.
she gaps, sharp and loud. jinx glares at you, a mean-spirited pout on her lips that’s nothing more than adorable. “you’re teasing me!” you shake your head, “oh, sweetie, im just trying to make this fun. cmon, is that the end of your story?”
immediately, jinx shakes her head. “no, i-” she pants, propping herself up with her elbows. “i- you’re being really mean,” she whines. she tries so damn hard to buck into you, pushing at her panties. anything, really, to get closer to you without making you stop.
“oh, i’m sorry baby, you need a break?” you see her panic, and once you inch the vibrator back, she hurriedly pushes you hand back. “no, nonono, please, please, i’ll be good!”
cocking your head, you pat her thigh before sliding your hand up her stomach, pinning her back into bed. “there’s my pretty girl.”
pressing back into her, you lay another kiss to her tummy, humming at just how shaky she’s gotten, her stomach trembling as she tries to spit out the rest of the story of her day.
you smile at the way she shakily claps a hand over her mouth, then grabs at the sheets like she’s overwhelmed with what to do. “and then he- well i- please, i-i can’t, mmmph fuckfuckfuck!” her thighs snap shut, squeezing the vibrator closer. she puffs her chest up, her lips hung open in a high pitched whine.
with careful eyes, you watch her cum ooze out in thick globs, staining the pretty fabric covering her cunt. jinx’s panting comes to a slow rhythm, her hands relaxing at her side. now fucked-out and lazily gathering herself, you let up on the vibrator, both pulling away and turning it off.
you rub her thigh, letting her catch her breath. “cmon,” you hook your fingers into her panties, peeling them back even as they’re slick to her skin, a thick string of arousal holding them, “if you aren’t done talking, what makes you think i am?”
an : sorry i've been so inactive, i've been really down after a break up and just struggled to wipe, but I'm trying to get more out as i move on, please be patient with me!
