i know it's getting cold out ,
but it's not frozen.
W★RNINGS ⋆ smut, drug and alcohol usage, smoking, impaired consent. ⸻ SYN★PSIS ⋆ you sent your ex an impulsive text—but now that she's on your doorstep, where will it get you? ⸻ AUTHOR'S N★TE ⋆ 3.3K WORDS!! loosely based on folded by kehlani, enjoy <3
so come pick up your clothes ,
i have them folded.
All she did was stand there, awkwardly. Hands pressed into her pockets with her pretty, perfect eyes cast to the ground—she stared down at the porch, the notch in the doorframe, but not at you. Anything but you.
You swallowed. You didn't mean for this shit to happen. Texting her 'come pick up your clothes, i have them folded' shouldn't have brought her to your door, on your porch—silent and uncomfortable. Especially after everything that happened.
You broke the silence. "I know it's cold out. You can, like, come in—if you want," You hummed, half-a-mumble. Reneé clicked her tongue and sighed, opening her mouth as if letting the thought linger on her tongue. Then she spoke without making eye contact. "Yeah—sure," hummed tentatively before you let her in.
It was warm—familiar, just like the faint flicker of the candle you always lit. Set on the coffee table as she impulsively scanned over it—Winter's Warmth. Fuckass name for a candle.
"Hey," You hummed as you locked the door. You turned to her, staring for a moment while she narrowed her eyes down at the label. It was stupid. Your warm house and obsession with stupidly-named candles was fucking stupid. Still, she turned her head—not to look at you, though. Just to look at something else that would make her stomach twist with familiarity that would piss her off. Mumbling out a dry, "Hey."
God, you didn't know how to fucking deal with this. You shouldn't have sent the text to begin with. Because now? You and your ex were uncomfortable. Great.
"So, do you want, like, a drink, or anythi—?"
Reneé was quick to tilt her head and briefly look at you before her gaze flicked away. "What kind of drink?"
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Classic Nae. "What do you want?"
"Nah, I'm fine, actually," She shrugged passively. Dismissive.
Right. You sighed and nodded. May as well get this shit over with. "Cool. I'll go get your clothes, I guess." No nod of confirmation, just more nosing around like a fucking landlord before you went to go get her shit.
By the time you came back, you'd noticed that Reneé had lingered in the same spot—the soles of her boots glued there while her pretty eyes flicked around curiously and furiously. Her brows slightly furrowed, even as her gaze pulled toward things that a part of her did, and didn't, want to remember. A blanket you two cuddled under while watching SVU. A coffee table where you set your candles. A couch she'd fucked you on. Shit.
When she couldn't tear her gaze away from the couch like she'd zoned out, you cleared your throat. Lips parted slightly, Reneé's gaze darted over to you—and shit. You'd actually folded them. Her clothes. Fuck.
Reneé couldn't fucking do it.
She didn't answer—she left, storming into your kitchen with urgency.
Well, shit. You set her clothes down in a neat pile, careful not to fuck up your hard work, and rushed toward the kitchen behind her.
Glass met marble as Reneé recklessly set bottles onto the counter, rifling through the fridge. You raced up beside her, brows furrowed. "What the fuck, Reneé?"
"Shut up," She bit, and you did on instinct. After setting another bottle out, she found it. A half-finished Don Julio bottle. She held it up, scanning the label, smirking. Then, she flicked her eyes to you. "Want a drink?"
An offer you couldn't refuse.
... And maybe one you should've.
Too much had happened. Not even an hour and a half later, you two had finished the bottle, started another one, and lit up. You took a puff of the joint, listening to Reneé spew utter bullshit. Your legs thrown over her lap as her hand firmly sat you up against the couch beneath you two.
"Okay, I need you to be so fucking real right now," She scoffed. "You cannot tell me Finding Dory doesn't fuck. Like, bitches aren't giving Ellen enough credit. It's Ellen."
You blew the smoke out between your lips, sighing out. "I literally told you I've never watched that shit. Did you drink too much, Nae?"
"Barely," She hummed. "And did you drink enough, bitch? You don't have to be drunk to have taste, y'know."
You rolled your eyes. "Are you saying I don't have taste?"
Reneé nodded. "Pretty much. But, I am also—" She dragged the last words out, reaching to pluck the blunt from your hand as her fingers pressed against your back firmly. "Telling you to pass me the blunt."
You didn't even argue. You just watched her take it, inhaling quick before blowing the smoke out. "But, yeah. As I was saying—"
"If you keep talking about Dory, I am kicking you the fuck out," You spat.
Reneé furrowed her brow. "The fuck? But it's fucking Finding Dory—"
You rolled your eyes. "And you talk too much."
Reneé's smirk widened. "Then shut me up, baby." Watching her take another inhale with slightly widened eyes.
You swallowed, blinking. "Then what?"
She blew the smoke out. "Then shut me up." Another hit.
You watched her take in the smoke—perfect lips wrapped around the end. Her smirk curling smug as you fell silent. Reneé rolled her eyes and let the smoke out. Nice and slow. Watching it whirl in the air, until you felt her fingers pressing more firmly against your back. She leaned in closer. Her eyes momentarily darted between your lips and your eyes before holding your gaze, her smirk wide.
"What are you scared of, baby?" She hummed. "Tell me what you're scared of."
You swallowed and scoffed with a roll of your eyes. "Noth—"
"Bullshit," Reneé bit. She took another hit of the blunt. Her nails dug further into your back as she blew it out into your face. Eyes narrowing. "Tell me what you're scared of."
Fuck—what were you supposed to say? That you missed her? That you missed this—having fun and talking shit and getting high together? That you missed her handling you like you belonged to her, because you did? That you misse—
Reneé didn't give you a chance to answer—instead, her lips found yours. Impulsive. Desperate. Hot—and then she broke it. Her gaze flicked up to meet yours, and fuck—neither of you could fucking do it anymore. Brains buzzing and fuzzy with the alcohol and weed combined. Her lips clashed with yours as your hand shot up to grip her jaw, pulling her closer while her fingers pulled you into her. A low groan in her throat with heat curling low and persistent in her stomach as your thighs pressed shut around the heat trapped between your legs.
You kissed so hard your noses clashed—no room to breathe and all room to feel. Pulling back for a breath only to pull back toward each other, her mouth falling open to catch a breath. You hardly let her before you shoved your tongue in her mouth. Reneé moaned and chased your tongue, tossing the blunt to grip your hair and tug your head back so she could regain some control. Her hand on your back moving to your throat. A rough squeeze to the sides of your throat and you crumbled beneath her, letting her slide her tongue back into your mouth and kiss you senseless—only pulling back to let out spurts of air. Looking down at you—with your hair messy, lips swollen, face flushed. No, fuck. She needed that—she needed you.
"Get on your fucking back," She snarled. You immediately leaned back and within seconds, she was on you—claiming your lips with hers and pressing her hand against your chest, shoving you down harder on the cushions. You slid your hands up to grip at her flannel with the hope of pulling her down on you. Her teeth sank mercilessly into your bottom lip, her hand that was once flattened on your chest now moving to grope at your tit. Sucking on the lip she just bit and soothing it over with her tongue before shoving it back into your mouth, only breaking away to pant against your lips. Her hands moved to grip the bottom of your shirt, and you let out a whine. "Is this okay?" She whimpered. "Fuck—yeah, please," You nodded eagerly. Her hands worked with a swiftness, shoving your stupid fucking shirt that was in the goddamn way up and over your head. Fuck. No bra.
Reneé's mouth was immediately on you, teeth scraping from your jaw to your pulse point as she bit down. You groaned and she worked to suck a dark mark there, breaking the capillaries and bruising your skin beneath her teeth. Tongue running over the mark she'd left. She dragged her lips down the column of your throat and kissed and nipped at your collarbone before kissing your left breast and almost immediately taking your nipple into her mouth—your peaks hardening between your lips as you arched off the couch and bucked against the air. Her hand worked at your other nipple, flicking and pinching it roughly between her fingers. You whined and, fuck, you could feel yourself dripping—every flick of her tongue or pinch of her teeth making the fire burn hotter and angrier in your belly. Drool dripped over your tits as she switched sides, lips claiming your right tit and her fingers working at your left, tugging your peak between her teeth.
You couldn't fucking keep still—your hips bucked desperately until Reneé shoved her thigh between your legs, clit throbbing against the inseam of your bottoms. You didn't think—you just rocked your hips against it, choking out a whimper as you grinded against her thigh. Reneé shut you up with a kiss, swallowing your moans as her hands groped at your tits. You whined into the kiss and her tongue was back in your mouth until you couldn't breathe again, choking on a moan.
"Fuck," She groaned out, pressing her thigh harder up against your cunt. She chuckled softly. "Feel that, baby? How you're fucking yourself on my thigh?" Her voice broke into a whine. "Fuck, you're perfect."
You whined, squirming against her thigh as you sped up, eyes squeezing shut. Reneé growled softly, her hand coming up to wrap around your throat. "Eyes on me, baby," She snapped. "Look at me. Feel how fucking good you feel against me," You swallowed beneath her palm as your eyes fluttered open, hips bucking faster at the sight of her—eyes wide and cloudy with lust, lip taken between her teeth, and just her. She grinded her thigh harder against your cunt, her other hand alternating between groping your tits while her hand around your throat squeezed tighter. You choked on moans as stars filled your vision, thighs clenching around hers. "Fuck—I'm gonna—"
Her hand clamped tight around your throat, cutting you off abruptly. Spitting against your lips. "Come, baby. Make a mess on me—"
"Fuck!" You shrieked, body arching off the cushions as her thigh pressed harder against your cunt, dragging out your orgasm and grinding you though the aftershocks. Reneé moaned out low as she watched—the way your eyes rolled and your breath came out through short bursts of air. Fuck, you were perfect—she couldn't get enough. Hand finally easing around your throat to let air rush in as she slowed her thigh to a stop after your body relaxed again.
Your eyes lazily flitted open, chest heaving as you found air again. She let you breathe—two, three, four—and she fucking broke again. Her hand sealed tight around your throat again, lips hot on yours before her tongue was shoved into your mouth again. You groaned low and squirmed a bit as her free hand worked to find your waistband—sliding over your stomach and down your navel until she felt for it. Your noses clashed as she kissed you harder and until you couldn't breathe—only then did she pull away, breath coming out in quick pants, as she shoved her hand down your sweats.
Her fingers slipped through your slick folds, dragging her digits through your wetness. "Fuck," Reneé groaned, your lips parting in a soft moan as you melted into her touch, her breath choking out over your lips. "You're soaked," She whined. "Is this all for me?"
You nodded, whining. "Yeah, Nae," You groaned. Her lips clashed with yours again, noses bumping as she slid down to your entrance. Hers. She was gonna make this hers again.
Two fingers pushed in deep, your walls contracting and stretching around her fingers with a moan from you both. Her pace started quick—weight bearing down on yours as she kissed you. You choked out a moan and she shut you up with her tongue again. Fingers curling deep as she fucked into you, brushing your G-spot before slamming into it. You cried out, she pulled away with her face flushed and lips swollen. Desperate to keep her mouth on you and leaning in again, only to choke and pull back with a whine as she gasped for air. Fuck, that was fine. She'd just watch. Face hovering over yours and breath fanning against your lips. Reneé watched with wide eyes, curling her fingers into you mercilessly. You whined, humping against her hand.
"Fuck, baby," She choked. "You wanna fuck yourself on my fingers? You like that?" She teased. You whined with a nod. Her hand squeezed tighter around your throat. "Use your fucking words."
You had to choke it out. "I—shit!" A jolt as her fingers slammed into your G-spot. "Love it. I love it," You whined. Reneé groaned and eased up on your throat a bit, smirk faltering. "I know you do," She hummed. "Because you're still all mine. You hear me? All fucking mine." Her words punctuated by her fingers hitting your G-spot repeatedly.
"Fuck," You choked, tears pricking your eyes as your arched into your touch. Your clit throbbing and cunt clenching around her fingers and pulling a groan from her chest. Fuck, hers. You were hers. Your hand slid down desperately to give attention to your clit—Reneé's hand around your throat shot out to clamp down around your wrist and keep your hand above your head, her fingers continuing to fuck into you relentlessly. You cried out and she squeezed your wrist, bearing her weight down on you and spitting against your lips. "Don't fucking move. Take it," She snapped, making you squirm and shrink beneath her. You missed this. You missed her, fuck. You needed more. "Nae, fuck—more, please, please, please."
Reneé groaned low, taking her lip between her teeth. Fuck, keeping it together was so hard when it came to you. "You want more, baby? Fine." Her thumb moved to rub small tight circles on your clit, and you cried out, whining and bucking. "Fuck," You choked. The coil in your belly tightening. "Nae, Nae, Nae—fuck, I'm—"
"You're not," She snapped. "You wanna come for me, baby? Make a mess while you fuck yourself stupid on my fingers?" She spat, curling them. Tears pricked your eyes and you whined, hips bucking. "Fuck—please, please, please!"
Reneé growled, leaning in closer. "Then tell me who you belong to. Who fucking owns you?"
"You, Reneé—" You cried. "Plea—"
A low groan. "Fucking come for me."
Another scream as it hit you, the white-hot pleasure slamming into your body as you arched. Reneé kept fucking you through it, fingers curling and thumb pressed against your clit. Her grip on your wrist tightening like a vice. She fucked you through the aftershocks—groaning as your walls spasmed around her digits and sucked her in. Fuck, her name still sounded so pretty in your mouth. Like it belonged there.
Even as your walls stopped contracting, Reneé didn't stop—slowing her pace, but never ceasing, lifting her thumb off your clit. Hand releasing your wrist. "Give me one more," She whined, pressing her rough palm down on your clit and grinding it against you. You choked a weak moan, bucking up against her hand, nerves burning for more. For her teeth and tongue on you and fingers buried inside you until you physically couldn't take it anymore. "Come on, baby," Reneé cooed, hot against your mouth as she picked up her pace a bit—the heel of her palm gently slapping against your clit. "You can give me another one. I know you will."
"Mhm," You whined, moving your arms to wrap around her neck and pull her down on you—her clothed tits pressing against yours and her warmth burning hot against your skin. You tugged her down into another kiss, noses bumping as you held her down. You slid your tongue past her lips and Reneé moaned into the kiss, shoving back harder against you as her fingers curled harder. Faster into your G-spot—her lips swallowing your cry of surprise. Her hips bucked against yours as she fucked into you, fingers curling desperately—desperate to hear more of your sounds, your cries, your fucking moans. Fucking slut. This was perfect. You were perfect. You always were.
Reneé pulled away to catch her breath, but you pulled her right back down. She groaned. You moaned back as her fingers hit that spongy spot inside you again and acted without a thought—a hand shoved down the front of her jeans. Reneé choked a moan and bucked down on your hand as you slid your fingers through her wetness, slipping through her slick folds until you pressed the heel of your palm against her clit. "Fuck—" She whined. You watched her eyes widen and her hips chase your hand, grinding her clit against your palm with soft moans. "Fuck, that feels so good, baby," She groaned. Just after, she pulled out of you almost completely—then slammed back in with a third finger. You screamed—walls spasming and stretching around the new size. Too much, always too much, but you loved it.
"Take it for me, baby," She choked as she humped against your hand, feeling that pressure in her stomach as she got hotter. Her brows furrowing and nose scrunching up. "Fuck—You can't—" A choke. She was close. Fuck. She moved her thumb to rub your clit messily and curl her fingers into you again, slamming harder and harder and harder against your G-spot until she felt you shatter around her fingers. You let out a pitchy scream, choking out her name as tears rolled down your pretty cheeks. Reneé watched you while your hand kept rubbing her off, and—
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" She choked out, breath coming in short spurts and choked cries over your mouth as she squirted against your hand. You groaned out as you watched her through your prolonged orgasm—choking out whines with her as her hips kept grinding against your palm, fucking herself through the aftershocks while continuing to pump her fingers into you steadily to drag it out as she started to slow down. Both of you holding eye contact like it was something sacred. "Perfect," Reneé whined. "You're fucking perfect."
When her hips and fingers stopped, she let out short bursts of air, body heavy with fingers nestled inside you. Breath ragged against your mouth and forehead sticky and pressed against yours. The two of you stayed that way for a while—hands shoved down each other's pants, bodies sticky as she hovered over you. "Fuck," She mumbled. Reneé slowly retracted her fingers to pull out of you, and you pulled your hand away from her, careful not to bump her sensitive clit. "Open," She hummed. Your mouth fell open and her three fingers eased into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as you tasted yourself. Lips wrapping around her fingers and sucking your cum off them. When she felt they were clean enough, she pulled them out and took your hand to lick your palm, humming low as she tasted herself. Your hand on the nape of her neck pulled her lips down on yours—but it wasn't rough this time. Just raw, real, and messy. Gentle. Pulling away, she relaxed and let her body collapse against you—moving down to lay her head on your chest as it rose and fell. Hair sticking to your skin, slick with sweat.
You'd dozed off before she did—but even when you woke up later that night, all you would remember is that you were still hers—and she'd remember that you were still perfect. Always have been, always will be.
