the stress will eventually go away *࿐
HAREVENS/HARVENS REQUEST 🤍
— requested by @getyoursorryasstomine
tw: nyla harper, monica stevens, harvens/harevens, lesbian sex, smut, sexual content, kissing, tongue, oral, fingering, thigh riding, hair tugging, marking, and non proof read
pov: 2nd pov of course
🗒️ : that this took a while and my deepest apologies 🥹 and honestly ive been procrastinating.. been busy w/ my personal life of course !! and ya no im just gonna stick to not using small font i get overstimulating doing all this on moblie.
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summary: Nyla and Monica started dating ever since Prague, but they haven’t told a single person. One late night, Nyla was in the living room working on a case when Monica comes in stressed out, Nyla finds a way to get rid of Monica’s stress which led to their first time having sex.
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Nyla was at her apartment wearing a white lacy panties and a oversized green shirt. Finishing up with her work from the station, and while she was sitting on the couch, the door opens up to Monica who had a frown on her face.
Nyla looks up from the folder in front of her and her eyes roam Monica’s body before stopping at her face and asks “What’s wrong?” Nyla tilts her head a little before Monica groans and sits down next to Nyla,
Monica turns to face Nyla before snuggling closer to her, “everything, im so tired of this task-force and everyone— everyone is so annoying—“ she cuts herself off before she makes eye contact with Nyla.
“Not you, you’re lovely and my everything.” Monica smiles before kissing her cheek, Nyla smiles before holding her close, “I know a way to get rid of the stress.”
Monica’s cheek flush before letting Nyla’s hand slip onto Monica’s wrist, holding her hands above her head, resting apon the couch and Nyla’s legs around her thighs.
Monica lets out a whimper before her cheeks flush.
a soft ‘yeah?’ comes out of Monica’s mouth before her eyes close, Nyla’s lips lay apon hers. Monica relaxes into the kiss, she tries to take her hands back but Nyla’s grip tighten before she lets go.
“ma femme, est-ce que tu veux mon amour?” Monica mutters before her hands move onto Nyla’s waist, using her thumbs to rub the skin under her shirt.
“fuck, you know I can’t speak french—” Nyla whimpers gently before moaning from the touch Monica was giving her,
“you understand me, right ma chérie?” Monica leans into Nyla’s ear, whispering those words before she slowly starts to kiss Nyla’s neck.
“yeah.. yeah.” Nyla softly moans, leaning her head back — giving Monica more access to her neck.
Monica’s tongue drags across Nyla’s neck, and her hands crawl up onto Nyla’s breasts, her fingers capture the hard nipples which were now inbetween her fingers.
“oh my gosh..” nyla breathes before arching her whole body into Monica, she slowly starts to grind against the redhead’s thigh, her pussy getting wetter and wetter,
“you taste so sweet, ai ma charie— tu es trempé, je sens ton humidité.” Monica moans, watching Nyla grind her pussy on her thigh.
She takes off Nyla’s shirt. Lifting her hands above her head to remove her green and to reveal the white lacy bra with a small bow on the top.
Monica moves her hand onto the back of Nyla’s head and tugs her head hack, hearing a groan come from Nyla.
“Fuck— are you punishing me for no reason?” Nyla looks down at Monica, who lets out a smirk and tilts her head to the side.
“Maybe—“ Monica gets cut off by Nyla’s hand, her fingers rubbing the tip of Monica’s nipple which was hard.
“ouais… ne t’arrête pas, si vous plaît..” Monica groans, her head resting apon the couch. Her eyes close, and her hands slip off.
“such a lucky girl aren’t you?” Nyla whispers into Monica’s ear, and all Monica could say was a soft whimper.
“im a lucky girl—“ Monica moans when Nyla’s hand moves pass her pants and into her panties, her fingers capture Monica’s clit, rubbing the flesh inbetween her fingers. Pushing her pants and underwear down off of her, slowly but surely.
“if you want me to stop, ill stop.” Nyla mutters but Monica lets out a moan and barks, “I don’t want you to stop, never. please, please don’t even think about stopping..”
And Nyla slowly moves into the other woman even more, her fingers enter inside of Monica. The warmth feels soft and she curls her fingers.
Monica’s moan fills the room, and she quickly grips onto Nyla’s waist. Her red-polished nails dig into her waist, leaving a mark.
“fuck, please— please don’t— ne pas arrêter!” Monica’s voice soft, so needy and desperate for Nyla’s attention and love.
“I wasn’t thinking about it.” Nyla’s lips curl into a smile and her fingers curl much faster, “don’t act so shy now, baby.” Nyla purrs, which Monica groans, grinding into Nyla’s fingers, wanting more and more attention.
“How— ugh!~ are you this good?—“ Monica moans, her eyes heavy and her head, she lifts her head to looking up at Nyla.
“What can I say? Being undercover has its advantages.” Nyla winks before she uses her other hand to squeeze Monica’s breast.
“Oui! Je besoin plus Nyla!” Monica grunted, her pussy becoming more wetter, she could feel herself getting closer and closer.
Nyla pulls her fingers out, making Monica whimper and shake slightly before panting, “ai, pourquoi t’arrête??” She pouts.
Nyla moves onto the floor, and spreads Monica’s legs. “You’ll see,” she purrs before running her tongue across Monica’s folds, leading her to shiver.
“Merde..” Monica hissed, her hands now grabbing Nyla’s head, digging her fingers inbetween the other woman’s hair.
Nyla groans, vibrating against Monica making her feel warm and wet, her eyes now shut from the heat inside of her.
“I feel so fucking close, ma chérie..” Monica whimpers before Nyla’s tongue does a lap around her pussy. Monica shakes and come against Nyla’s head.
“Putain!” Monica groans, her body shakes from the feeling, and Nyla’s face now damp from Monica’s squirt.
Nyla looks up at Monica, who’s eyes open up and she turns down to look at Nyla. “What?” Nyla looks at her before Monica leans down, capturing Nyla’s lips to taste herself.
Nyla moans against the kiss, their tongues battling against eachother, before Nyla pulls back to sit next to Monica.
“You’re shaking, was I to rough?” Nyla’s gaze soften at Monica’s shaken up body, but Monica just chuckles before pinning Nyla against the couch.
“You were perfect, especially for our first..” Monica purred before dragging herself down to Nyla’s neck, her mouth lays apon Nyla’s neck.
Monica slowly hold onto Nyla’s waist and the back of her neck to gain more access, her teeth softly bite down on her neck, leaving a mark.
“Are you trying to get me fired?—“
“Non, c’est juste une petite marque.” Monica breathed against her girlfriend’s neck, not trying to push any buttons of hers.
“nevermind— just don’t let me go.” Nyla sighs before Monica’s fingers rub her nipples, making her groan and arch into her touch.
“You know I can’t keep my hands off of you,” Monica cooed, before her takes her mouth away from Nyla’s neck to suck on her breast instead.
Monica’s ocean eyes darted into Nyla’s brown eyes before her free hand moves to her pussy, teasing her clit.
“Fuck!” Nyla hissed, her eyes close shut from Monica’s delicate— well more damp fingers. Her fingers curl and her nails slightly dig, giving Nyla slight pain,
“my nails— as tu mal..?” Monica’s voice soft, she quickly slows down to let Nyla take a breather.“No, just keep going.. please..” Nyla murmured, her cheeks flushed from earlier and even now.
Monica fingers curl much faster after Nyla’s words enter her ears, making Nyla groan from the touch and the speed the redhead’s fingers curled inside of her.
“M-Monica!” She groan, “please, don’t stop— make me come.” Nyla whimpers, her eyes shut from the touch.
“Are you close, ma belle?” she purrs, “being such a good, good girl.” Monica praised, her hair down and apon Nyla.
Before Nyla knew, she came. Her moan filled the living room, and her fingers curled against Monica’s wrist. “im sorry—“ her legs shake from the release.
“Ma femme, its okay..” Monica tilts her head and her lips curl into a smile, cheeks flush and both women sweating from the heat that had filled the room.
“Plus, I very much enjoyed this, being it our first together..” Monica softly lays her lips apon Nyla’s kissing her with such care and tenderness. “Shall we rest and stay?”
“Yes, oh gosh yes.” Nyla snuggle into Monica before her arms wrap around the redhead’s waist. “please.” Monica chuckled before placing herself on top of Nyla..
“you definitely took my stress away from today,” Monica sighed, she looked up at Nyla. Resting her chin on Nyla chest.
“And you distracted me from a case, the folder is on the table and—“
“Blaming me when you wanted to take my stress away..”
“Lucky you, let’s just sleep tonight.” Nyla smiles, she leans forward to kiss Monica’s nose.
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word count: 1.3k 😅 i feel like ive been doing worse lately.. IM SO SORRY
THANK YOU AGAIN TO MY GREATEST HARVENS SHIPPERR EVERR :))