Two Weeks Too Long
powder!au x fem!reader (requested!)
cw : smut (porn with plot), oral (p!receiving), fingering (p! receiving), strap-on (r!receiving), public sexual tension, switch!powder, switch!reader, powder has a bush, some fluff, NSFW
wc : ~2,5k
note : sooo sorry for all the mess, I deleted it and then posted it back, yes it's absolutely terrible but I modified a few things so that I liked it slightly more.
English is not my native language, please be nice!
Sitting at the bar, both hands wrapped around her glass, Powder tried desperately to focus on what you were saying, but the way your lips moved with each word and the subtle tracing of your fingers along the rim of your glass only intensified her already difficult state. How long had it been—two weeks? You both, usually insatiable, had gone an unusually long stretch without sex, which was rare for you but perfectly explainable. Where some people might relax, stress had completely killed your desire, and fortunately you had just come off two weeks of intense exams, same ones who cut off any chance for physical contact. So when your friends suggested meeting at the bar to celebrate the end of exams, Powder didn’t know whether to thank them or strangle them. A drink wouldn’t hurt—far from it—but who needed alcohol when she had you? And unfortunately for her, desire won over drink at that exact moment.
One of your friends asked a question about the story you were telling, you pivoted on your stool to answer, rephrasing your words, and Powder’s gaze dropped to the edge of your panties peeking out from your jeans. Damn, you were diabolical.
Powder’s thighs felt kind of empty, the only pressure coming from the force of her own legs pressed together as she watched your hips shift slightly while you spoke. Her gaze stayed fixed on that sliver of fabric for five full minutes before moving closer, letting her fingers trace the lace along your lower back.
You flinched slightly, stopping mid-sentence, apologizing to your friend, and then resuming your story. Under the high table, your hips subtly pivoted toward Powder’s hands. She smiled at the sight, observing your ass for a few moments longer, waiting for your conversation to wind down, before placing her hands on either side of your hips and pulling you onto her lap. She nudged your stool away with her leg, pressing you closer, her knees framing your hips on the high stool.
“We don’t need two stools, do we?” she whispered against your ear. Your smile widened, and you didn’t even have to turn to know Powder mirrored it perfectly.
You leaned on the table, pushing yourself up with your arms to settle on her lap, and she drew your hips against her body. You moved gently on her thighs, settling comfortably. Powder couldn’t tell whether this new position improved or worsened her state, but her right hand slid from your hip down your back, fingers playing with the lace that had captured her attention earlier. Discreet. Gentle. Hungry.
The contact made you shiver, and you finally turned toward her, finding her already staring, jaw slightly tighter than usual. Without breaking eye contact, her left hand slid from your hip to your thigh under the table, pressing her thumb into the inside of your leg. Your thighs squeezed as you sank deeper on hers, trying to stay composed despite the heat rising to your cheeks. Damn Powder.
After that, following the conversation became impossible. Powder hadn’t grown bolder—and she didn’t need to. She could feel it in the tension of your legs above her, in the mechanical rhythm of your hands on your glass, almost robotic. She barely resisted sliding her hand between your thighs to confirm what she already suspected.
She was secretly pleased to know she wasn’t the only one affected by two weeks of abstinence, feeling the warmth radiating from your skin through your clothes and knowing she wouldn’t have to wait much longer for you to give in. Her thoughts drifted toward her bag, the toy wedged between her makeup case and wallet, the black case she had slipped in before leaving, when she felt herself dripping just from kissing you. Damn, Powder wanted you so badly, and as always when she did, her brain ran wild with miles of obscene thoughts, betraying her stoicism.
Her grip tightened as she pictured your tongue on her, the curve of your bare hips — fuck, she could already hear the sounds she loved pulling out of you, completely losing the last shred of control over her own body. She let out a soft sigh, frowning, resting her forehead against your shoulder, desperately trying to refocus, while the pressure of her hand made your own concentration completely impossible. You could feel her heavy breath on the bare skin of your shoulder, another shiver running through your body, teeth clenched on the inside of your cheeks.
It was 9 p.m., you had arrived a little over an hour ago, and you were already ready to leave.
“Do you want to go?” you whispered, turning your head slightly toward her. She lifted hers, her blue eyes locking with yours. She nodded, and you took a deep breath, standing up.
Half an hour later, the door to your studio slammed shut as she pressed herself against you, crushing her lips against yours. Her bag fell to the floor, the keys clattering against the floorboards.
“Two fucking weeks…” she murmured against your lips, gripping your thighs. You laughed, pushing your hips against hers.
“Did you miss me that much?” Your tongue slid over her lips, and you tightened your arms around her neck, steadying yourself.
“I can’t believe it, are you teasing me right now ?” she exclaimed, her fingers sliding over the closing of your jeans, unbuttoning them. She stared at you throughout the process, pulling your pants back with a sharp tug toward her when the button got stuck. You gasped, looking down at your hips.
“You didn’t even take off my shirt!”
“Since when is there an order to follow?” She smiled and finally slid the pants down your legs, panties included. You leaned on her shoulders to shake your foot, removing them from your ankles.
Powder let herself be carried when you took her wrist, climbing onto the bed after you, sliding her knees on either side of your hips. You slid your hands along her hips until you caught the hem of her shirt, pulling it off. The bra clasp popped open a few seconds later, and your hands found her breasts, squeezing them as your lips rushed against hers again. Powder opened her mouth and let you slide your tongue inside, accepting the invitation. You shifted slightly, breathless.
“Always the top first,” You whispered to her. She raised an eyebrow, grabbing your ass and squeezing it in her hands.
“Oh yeah, and why’s that?”
“For this.” Your lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then to her neck, lightly kissing the area. The whimper Powder let out dampened your panties, and she ran her hand through your hair.
“Too soft.”
A smile spread across your face at the comment, and your nose brushed against her skin until it reached a sensitive spot, that little patch of skin just before her collarbone. You nibbled, sucking on the flesh. She exhaled, letting her head fall back, her chest rising against yours.
Your tongue traveled across her chest to one of her nipples, sucking it briefly, then moving on to the other, before continuing its journey down to her lower abdomen. You bit the skin just above her hips, eliciting a hiss from her.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away.” You sighed against the mark, lightly kissing. Your tongue soothed the slight sting, and your girlfriend responded with a soft laugh.
Your fingers found her own pants, unbuttoning them. She lifted her hips slightly, trembling, helping you pull them off.
“Two weeks and I’ve already got you this desperate?” You teased her, sliding her panties down to reveal her wet folds and throbbing clit.
She let out a little giggle, and you could tell she had just rolled her eyes just by hearing it.
“I’m trembling because I’m doing everything in my power not to jump on you and take you once and for all.” Her hands tightened, her fingers tangled in the sheets. A new wave of wetness washed over you, your panties not there to soak it up anymore. You grabbed her hips and held her knees on your shoulders, lifting her pelvis off the bed. Powder let out a little surprised noise, letting go of the sheets and lifting her head, giving her a nice view of your mouth against the inside of her thigh and your arms around her legs.
“I just changed the sheets, stop talking like that, I'm gonna drip on them.” You whispered against her skin, inhaling the scent of her wetness.
“I promise you’ll have to change them again tomorrow.” She smiled slightly at you and you looked down at the blue hairs tickling your face, sliding your nose inside, tickling her in turn. You moved down to her clitoris, pressing on the nerve bud, your tongue flattening to explore her vulva. She gasped, bringing her hips closer to your head, reaching for your thighs with her hands, making you raise an eyebrow at the contact.
“Are you trying to prove your flexibility?”
She rolled her eyes, tightening her grip on your skin.
“You look silly with only your bottoms off.” She exclaimed, a mischievous expression growing on her face. You laughed against her, making her shiver.
“Whose fault is that?” You sucked her clitoris, her pelvis pushing harder against your mouth.
“Touché.”
“Ahhh—fuck—” The repetitive strokes of your tongue had increased her breathing, frowns mixing with ragged gasps. Her hips began moving purposefully in your hands, seeking more friction, her own hands clutching the sheets tightly. You shifted the movement of your tongue, but the backward thrust of her pelvis pulled you right back.
“Nnh, don’t stop, keep going—”
As your movements resumed, Powder felt your fingers caressing her entrance, coating themselves in her wetness before sliding gently inside. Her opening relaxed with a small moan, letting you in. They moved in and out slowly, your focus entirely on her reactions. Your fingers curled against her walls, and her pussy tightened around yours.
“Yeah? You like that, baby?”
Powder’s eyes were closed, mouth wide open, letting out heavy breaths and soft moans.
“Oh yeah!” Her abs tensed as a louder-than-usual moan echoed across the room.
And as your tongue quickened over her clit, her orgasm caught you slightly off guard.
Suddenly, she curled violently, a sharp moan escaping as spasms overtook her. As her face relaxed, you slowly eased your movements, withdrawing your fingers and gently laying her hips back on the bed.
She pulled you by your shirt collar before you could even clean your fingers with your tongue, locking your lips in a sweet moan. Her hand yanked off your shirt, tossing it aside, before dragging your lips to hers again.
“Let me use the strap on you,” she whispered, biting your lower lip. You gasped, nodding frantically.
“Please-” The plea in your voice made her move off the bed, reaching for the bag on the floor. You turned, taking in her body, thighs pressing together.
“Shut up ! You brought it to the bar? That’s next-level dirty…”
She laughed, strapping on the harness and securing it around her hips.
“I was really hungry.”
“I can see that!”
She came to the bed, switching positions, grabbing your ankles, pulling you down, kneeling at the edge.
“Missionary?”
Your girlfriend nodded, moving up to your hips, gripping them in a firm but affectionate hold.
“You’re so pretty.” Powder was way more verbal than you in these moments, praising you while on top. Whether it was multitasking or just a need to praise you like you’d never been complimented, you didn’t know—but it caught you off guard enough that sometimes you kissed her just to quiet her. She often saw right through you, giggling, closing her mouth, and using the closeness against your skin to express her thoughts.
This time was no different, the bluenette whispering soft words in your ear while she lubed the strap with your wetness, pressing it against your folds. You spread your thighs wider, fingers toying with a strand of her hair brushing your cheek.
“Ready?” she murmured in your ear. You nodded, and the strap slid gently inside, brushing your walls, drawing a long sigh of contentment.
“It's inside.” Powder pushed in from tip to base, gasping as the base pressed against her clit. The thrusts started slow, controlled, but already deep, her eyes fixed on yours.
“You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen.” She buried her head in your neck, continuing to thrust, nibbling and licking the still-intact skin.
You giggled, arms wrapping around her neck.
“Faster, baby.”
Her pace increased almost instantly, a moan escaping your lips.
“Oh fuck, Powder! Feels good—”
Your eyes met, mouth half-open, head tilted back slightly, emphasizing the wetness running down her thighs. She picked up the pace again, hips controlling her body. Your state was driving Powder absolutely insane, only fueling her own. She could feel her stomach twist with pleasure just from the look on your face, or the sounds slipping from your mouth — so damn cute and sexy all at once. Fuck, two weeks without you and she was convinced she was about to snap, to lose every bit of control she had left. She couldn’t tell whether her thoughts drifted away or rooted themselves deeper into the feeling of your hands on her, gripping tight, as if to keep her from ever pulling away.
And when your expression shifted from ecstasy to a slight frown, Powder slowed immediately.
“Shit, sorry!” she exclaimed, kissing your forehead.
You laughed at her tone and sudden focus, the tiny sting already forgotten. But Powder’s gaze stayed on where the strap disappeared inside you, trying to maintain the gentler rhythm. Your moans returned as the knot in your lower abdomen tightened, your breath heavy, arousal flowing down and threatening to stain the sheets. She deepened her thrusts and your walls contracted, moans growing louder.
“Pow, I think I’m close! Mhm-ahhh—very close!”
Your girlfriend smiled, “Yeah ?" spreading sweet kisses on your shoulder.
Her fingers found your clit, rubbing it and quickening her thrusts, eyes locked on your expressions.
“Fuck, Powder!” A loud moan escaped as your lower belly clenched. You grabbed her arm, arching your back, wetting the strap. Powder gently massaged your clit, slowing her thrusts, your pussy gripping the strap, sucking it in.
She collapsed against you, head buried in your neck, your hands on her hips, caressing bare skin. You relaxed into her, palms sliding down her back, fingers grazing her spine, moving up and down.
Her lips found yours again, pulling you into a soft kiss, her hand stroking your stomach as she slowly drew her hips back, easing the toy out of the tight grip of your walls. One of your soft gasps slipped into her mouth, earning a faint smile from her as she lay back down beside you, the toy resting against your thigh.
“Missed you, baby.”
Well, I hope I'm not going to remove it in discomfort this time, I'm just so not used to writing smut help I don't know if it's good or not.
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