Tbh I let Celine manhandle me
She needs more fans cause ppl see her as a controlling person (she isn't)
(She could bc she's just that strong tbh)
Grip
Celine x fem reader
W.C. || 3,186 - Vaguely proofread
Content includes || g!p Celine, groping/manhandling, a bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex, orgasm, overstimulation, praise, Celine calls reader “love” like twice
Synopsis || One frisky scene in a movie leads to her hands being all over you.
It had been months since you’d been able to sit with her and just relax. Often, as a former Hunter herself, she’d spend time training, wanting to ensure her skills were still sharp in the case of an unexpected attack. When she’d pry herself away from said training, she’d take some time to visit Ryu’s grave to pay her respects.
You’d come with her most days to do the same, but she’d always stay far longer than you, sometimes spending half of the day tending to the flowers decorating the headstone. Sometimes she’d just talk.
By the time she’d make it back home, it was usually long past midnight, and she’d often come into the bedroom to find you fast asleep, one of her pillows tucked into your chest and a spare shirt of hers tugged over your shoulders.
The sight made her melt every time, but she wished she could spend more quality time with you.
Thankfully, once the Honmoon was finally sealed, she had more of an opportunity. There were still nights where she couldn’t fall asleep at the same time as you. There were still days where she was away for most of the hours. There were hours and hours on end where her heart ached for the chance to stay by your side for good.
But finally, she started to find ways to clear up her schedule and rest with you the way you’d done long before she had even been an idol. Beyond watching trash TV and cuddling up together in bed or on the sofa in the den, the two of you would share meals. Many times, you’d walked back into the house after a short trip to the store to find a small setup at the dining table.
A couple of candles, two plates with your favorite dish, and Celine standing nearby, only to greet you and sit you down to eat and talk.
You adored those nights almost as much as she did. That glimmer in her eye — the one you’d seen nearly every day when you’d first started dating back in your late teens and early twenties — was back, and it always shone brightest during those small date nights.
To her, it was like reliving those first moments she fell for you. When things were still fresh. She could recall easily the way her stomach would flutter and flip with every charming smile you sent her way. Even without trying, you had left her a stammering mess back then.
It was amusing to her to know that the roles had reversed. More often than not, she was the one flustering you with flattery and fleeting touches. Still, there was the odd moment where you reclaimed that role and rendered her speechless and shy.
She could never complain about it though. She loved that she could let her guard down around you, even if it did lead to you teasing her for the crimson creeping over her cheeks and up her ears. The sound of your soft laughter and the sight of your lips pulled into a gleeful smile made the small bit of embarrassment worth it.
The nights always ended in bed — or occasionally on the sofa. Huddled beneath blankets to shield you both from the cold, pillows propped beneath you to comfortably cushion your weight, and the lights off to let the glow from the TV pull your full focus in, the two of you would always bundle up together before bed and watch a movie.
Unless her body was too weak from the overexertion she put herself through, you’d be the one to curl into her chest. Her arms would drape around you protectively as if to guard you from a nonexistent threat. Aside from the few scenes that would force her to pay attention — mostly the ones that confused or irritated her — she’d let her head fall to rest on top of yours.
There were a few nights where you’d glance up at her to find her fast asleep — or struggling to keep her eyes open. You’d smile each time. You knew she wanted to stay awake and watch the full film with you, but with how much weight she carried on her shoulders on a daily basis, it was sometimes impossible for her to do so.
Even though the small frown that would greet you the next morning, combined with a tired apology, would leave a familiar warmth spreading throughout your chest, you assured her every time without fail that you didn’t mind. That you understood. Her mind and body needed to rest far more than she let them. In all honesty, you wished she’d fall asleep earlier regardless of her insistence to watch something together.
Similar to many nights before, you were rested comfortably in her arms, though this time you were seated between her legs, your back leaned against her front. Her chin propped itself up on the hollow between your neck and shoulder as her eyes gazed ahead at the screen. The lack of interest in the scene had ultimately led to her fingers slipping beneath your shirt and dancing randomly across your stomach.
Each caress of the pads of her fingers against your skin prompted you to shiver. Had it not been for her heightened senses caused by decades of training, it would’ve gone unnoticed, but it was clear from her small chuckle by your ear that she was very aware of your reaction. Still, that was as far as it went. She kept her attention on the screen, even if she wasn’t necessarily processing the story, but she let her hands continue to caress and soothe you.
You hummed and let your eyes fall shut for just a moment. It felt heavenly to have her so close. It felt even better to have her hands, rough and calloused yet perfectly gentle, tracing patterns against your skin. Sleep called to you. The sense of serenity her safety provided lulled you into a state of calm, and you were ready to give in to the temptation of rest.
That’s when you felt her hands freeze against you. Where they were once relaxed and partially limp, now they grew rigid, and it was clear from the way her fingers flexed and twitched that she was fighting the urge to sink crescents into your flesh. Brows furrowed, you pried your eyes open again and glanced over at her. “Celine?” You whispered calmly. “You okay?”
A small grunt greeted you in reply before her hands dipped down to grab hold of your hips. Without warning, she tugged them into her own, essentially bucking herself against your lower back and letting you fully grasp why she’d grown so tense.
Her erection made itself known. Even behind her sweatpants and boxers, you could feel her cock throbbing with need, though you weren’t sure what caused the sudden spark of arousal. As her hands slid back up your shirt and began to grope at your breasts, you looked back at the screen to try to make sense of what was happening.
That’s when it all clicked. On the screen, the two main characters — two women who vaguely resembled Celine and yourself — were in bed, only partially covered by the sheets. A sex scene. That’s what had gotten her so riled up. You whimpered, feeling her fingers pinch your nipples and roll them between them.
Her hips rocked rhythmically against you as her breathing grew ragged and uneven beside your ear. When you tried to move a bit to get more comfortable, her hands bolted down, fingers snaking themselves tightly around your wrists like a vice. You took a deep breath. You already knew where this was going.
“Don’t,” she snarled out, keeping you in place between her knees. “Just be good for me. It’s your fault for choosing this movie.” Your lips parted. You wanted to argue, to tell her that you had no idea that the scene still playing just ahead was in the film at all, but you knew that was a lie.
You’d known there was a sex scene, although you didn’t know when it would play. There hadn’t been a chance for you to brace yourself entirely for the consequences. In truth, you wanted her to get worked up — to take control. It was all working perfectly. Still, you swallowed hard, your heart already pounding against your ribs as you thought of what she would do to you to satisfy herself.
There wasn’t a single moment for you to ask what she needed from you. Within an instant, she was forcing you forward until your face and chest were pressed firmly against the mattress, your ass in the air as she settled herself between your knees behind you. Her chest moved to rest on your back.
You winced a bit at the feeling of her nails digging into your arms, your lips suppressing a gasp of surprise and relief when she finally began moving, her hips rutting desperately into you and letting her restricted cock grind into your clothed core.
It only lasted briefly, much to your dismay. A second after she leaned back, her hands left your wrists, only to grasp at the hem of your shorts and tug them down to settle at your ankles. There was a bit of shuffling for a moment before she slid the crotch of your panties to the side.
She hovered over you again, though now the tip of her cock — slick with precum and arousal — rested itself just at your entrance, throbbing and begging for stimulation. Her fingers once again coiled around your wrists, then pulled them back until your arms were flat against your sides, effectively keeping you pinned in front of her.
Even as she pushed the head inside of you and sucked in a shaky breath, her voice was still soft as she spoke. “Tell me if I need to stop.” You could only offer a nod, your throat clenched too tightly around your words to speak properly, especially as she began to sink her cock further into you. Hung open in a silent, broken cry, your mouth provided no sound for the longest time.
It wasn’t until you readjusted to her size stretching you out that you could moan in appreciation. The noise alone prompted her to slam the rest of the way inside, uncaring of the way your body jolted beneath her until she came back to her senses. As your limbs trembled against the sheets, she pressed a small kiss to the back of your shoulder, her grip on your arms loosening a bit. “Is this okay?”
Your words formed on your tongue, ready to finally answer her properly, but your nerves focused in on the way she pulsed inside of you, and you were left with another moan erupting past your lips. Similar to before, you could only nod.
“Good,” she whispered, her hips already starting to rock and move. “Because I want you to feel what you’ve done to me. I want you to feel how badly I need this. How badly I need you.”
She leaned down further, teeth briefly latching onto the shell of your ear and giving it a small tug before letting go. Already, her thrusts had deepened and quickened. Even without being able to see her face, you knew she had that smug smirk on her face, the same one she always had when she knew you weren’t even going to pretend to fight back.
She was smug during those times because she knew the pleasure she gave you with every long, deep stroke into your core was too strong for you to feign dissatisfaction against. You needed her just as much as she needed you. That’s what inflated her ego.
“You can feel that, can’t you? Feel me claiming you with every thrust?” Her tone had lowered. Her voice was raspy, deepened by desire that nearly left her words in a note of huskiness. Every nerve beneath your skin felt like it had been set ablaze, the spark responsible for the ignition lying within every movement she made against you. You’d hardly heard her speaking to you, your mind numb and your eyes clouding over with tears, bliss blooming deep in your belly and spreading all the way up to your brain.
Her motions slowed as she leaned to the side to gawk at you properly. “Are you okay?” Desperate for her to return to the level of friction she’d brought you a moment before, you nodded frantically. At the sight of your enthusiasm, she hummed, hips rolling forward quicker.
Already, you could feel that tightness forming in your stomach. You could feel your heart hammering against your ribs. You could feel your lungs struggling to expand to meet the pace of your ragged breaths, which only grew more uneven as her thrusts intensified to a brutal pace — a telltale sign that she was getting close.
“You going to be a good girl and take it all?” Her hand slid down to your throat as she spoke, rough fingers clasping over the skin and tugging up with just enough force to lift your head. Her pointer finger pushed lightly against your jaw until you faced her, albeit at a bit of a crooked angle. When you resorted to your wordless reply again, she shook her head, lightly squeezing your neck. “Use your words, love.”
You whimpered, a sound she took great delight in hearing. Still, she kept her demand stern, her thrusts slowing just enough to taunt you to get her way. Grunting, your voice finally settled back into your chest, allowing you to speak. “Yes,” you murmured, voice breaking, your throat raw and sore from all of the whimpers and cries. “Yes, I’ll be good for you. I’ll take it all.”
She grinned again and carefully lowered your head back onto the mattress, a gentle motion that provided a stark contrast in the way both of her hands gripped your hips, her nails digging into your skin and nearly drawing blood as she practically slammed you back against her. “That’s all I needed to hear,” she stammered out after letting out a guttural groan.
The sheer force of her thrusts alone left you rocking forward, and slowly, against her initial intentions, you began to sink down until you were flat against the sheets. Her pace continued, unrelenting and just as needy as before as she fucked you into a flatiron position. Spots began to line your vision. You knew what was coming next.
With her hands now propped up against the mattress on either side of your waist, you felt the knot in your belly tighten, tighten, tighten, until it finally released. Your mouth fell open into a broken cry as you clenched around her and came, coating her cock and making it far easier for her to plunge inside.
Usually, she’d slow her pace until she finished, not wanting to overwhelm you too much after your orgasm. It gave you time to catch your breath and simply enjoy the sensation of her cock massaging itself with your walls. You waited, eyes closed, for her to follow the usual routine, though your eyes were quick to flutter open as the pace continued, overstimulation already beginning to rush through your limbs in heavy waves.
Your fingers dug into the bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip, desperate to ground yourself as she kept up her ruthless thrusts. You parted your lips, trying to ask her why she hadn’t slowed down, only for her to cup her palm over your mouth and lean down, shushing you. “Shh, love. Just take it a little bit longer for me, okay? I’m so close,” she husked between heavy panting.
As much as you hated the convulsions that rippled through your body each time she bottomed out inside of you, you were in no position to argue. She was right: the only reason she’d gotten worked up in the first place was because of the movie that you chose. It was only fair to let her use you until she was satisfied.
Grunting against her palm, you nodded. She chuckled, letting her hand fall back onto the mattress, and she closed her eyes, trying to will her body into orgasm sooner. Even if she did want to “punish” you for causing her neediness, she didn’t want you to get too uncomfortable beneath her just so she could get off.
She pulled her focus to where your bodies met, listening to the lewd sounds of squelching and skin slapping, and paying attention to the way you clenched around her cock with every inward thrust. You were so soft and warm for her. You cushioned her every movement perfectly. It truly felt like she was on cloud nine every time she got to be so close to you.
Another few rapid thrusts met you from behind, but her hips shifted a bit shortly after, and her motions grew sloppy and uneven. Her breath hitched in her throat as it tightened, and as she pressed her body onto yours and snaked her arms around you to hold you flush against her, a relieved moan left her, her cock sinking into you fully to ensure every thick, white rope of her cum filled you.
The warmth from it all prompted you to close your eyes and sigh. She gave a few more lazy thrusts to milk her orgasm, but ultimately fell still on top of you, her chest rising and falling against your back as she tried to recompose herself. When she steadied her voice, she hummed, then pressed a small kiss to your head before she spoke. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You were so good for me.”
You shivered at the feeling of her cum trickling back out of you and pooling on the sheets between your legs, though you didn’t point out the mess. “Of course,” you responded after regaining your bearings. “Only for you.” It was hard to miss the way her lips curved into a contented smile against your skin at your words. She murmured something incoherent.
She’d already almost fallen asleep. You weren’t necessarily surprised, given how exhausted she’d been the past few days. Still, you could tell she was fighting against it just long enough to reply. Her hand dipped down, fingers grazing over your clit before moving down further to skim over where she was still buried inside of you. With another weak chuckle, she nodded, her hips rocking to remind you of the stretch she’d caused.
“Only for me,” she echoed through slurred words. You hummed, reaching for the remote and shutting the TV off, then gently taking hold of her hand. You lifted it to your lips and pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles.
“I love you,” you mumbled, nearly falling into slumber yourself. There was no reply for a moment. You were sure she’d already crashed for the night. As you shut your eyes and slowly drifted off though, you caught the sound of her voice. “Love you too.”
