Letting Hange Zoe eat you out for their “science experiments”.
“Hange, sweetheart…” you groan, resting your chin on Hange’s shoulder from behind. They had been working tirelessly the past couple of nights, doing nothing but examining the same piece of hardened titan skin over and over again.
“Why are you still over-examining that piece of skin? Nothing new is going to show up.”
Hange pauses, standing up a bit straighter. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to bear with me. If I miss something that my eye hasn’t caught in the last couple nights, we could lose a huge finding.”
Snaking your arms around their waist, you now rest your cheek against the back of Hange’s shoulders, closing your eyes.
They were right, as much as you hated to admit it. Ever since Hange found out that Annie’s hardened titan skin and the walls shared the same properties, they could only be torn away from their desk for daily Scout duties. Otherwise, they were hunched over their desk, lost in the world of science.
Tilting your head up, you press light kisses along Hange’s neck, lips barely pressing down on the sensitive skin. “C’mon, Hange…”
You feel Hange freeze, their hands coming to a still. They sigh, giving in to your needs. “Alright, fine. You have to help me conduct a quick experiment, though.”
Pulling away from Hange, you nod enthusiastically, a grin spreading across your face. “Deal! What do you need help with?”
Hange chuckles, turning to face you. “I’m going to be studying you for the time being, dear.”
You raise a brow, but your confusion wasn’t genuine. There had been plenty of times where Hange had said they wanted to study you; that resulted in them trying different sex positions and recording your reactions in their notes.
“Take off your pants for me, sweetie.” Hange takes a step back, eyes sparking with a dangerous glint.
Moving swiftly, you take off your boots, pulling your pants down and stepping out of them. Hange's eyes are laser-focused on your underwear, mind already imagining the treat that was waiting for them underneath.
Hange sinks down to the floor in front of you, two fingers tugging at the waistband of your underwear. Hange hooks the garment down, eyes following as it drops around your ankles.
"You tend to cum pretty quick just from me eating you out." Hange murmurs, picking up their hand and pressing their thumb against your clit. "Let's see how long it takes with double the stimulation."
You wondered what Hange meant by that, but your confusion was quickly cleared. Hange was on your pussy no less than three seconds later, tongue diving into your hole.
Gasping, you reach to your right, one hand grabbing onto Hange's desk to steady yourself. Hange moaned into your pussy, practically making out with your folds while their thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles on your clit.
"S-stop that..." you grit your teeth, free hand moving up to tug on Hange's messy hair. You swear you felt them smile against your cunt before speeding up the movements of their thumb, overwhelming you with their tongue and fingers.
Hange knew you were just a little bit too easy when it came to them; one suggestive move and your undergarments were soaked while you whined for them to eat you out.
"Hange!" You cry, hips jerking forwards, pressing your cunt deeper into their mouth. "Hange... 's too much..."
Hange pressed their thumb harder onto your clit, circles slowing down to drag out the feeling. Their tongue was still busy at work on your pussy, tastebuds tingling with the flavor of your arousal.
Closing your eyes, you clench around Hange's tongue. The situation you were in was almost embarrassing - it had only been a few minutes since Hange started, and you were already on the brink of climax.
Sudden vibrations shoot up your cunt and into your lower belly when Hange mumbles something into your pussy. Maybe they were telling you to cum, or maybe they were making fun of you. It didn't matter either way.
Gripping the desk so hard your knuckles turn white, you spill into Hange's mouth, moaning loudly as you did so. Hange walks you through it, tongue not stopping until they had lapped up every last drop of your sweet cum. They stand up with a proud smirk.
"I'd say that was just under four minutes. Guess we know what happens when I use my fingers and my tongue." Hange's smirk is wider now, and they look undoubtedly proud of themself.
"Shut up, Hange." You mutter, redressing yourself. The wetness against your dry clothes is certainly uncomfortable.
"Perhaps we could try another experiment tomorrow?" Part of you wanted to say no to Hange's request, to wipe that smirk off their face, but they were finally distracted from their work.
"Only if you come to bed right now." You counter, reaching out and grabbing Hange's hand. They take a moment to think, before nodding.
"That's fine with me, dear. As long as I'm with you."
A.N - I haven’t written any kind of ff or anything like this in around 3ish years so I’m a little rusty but if you have any suggestions or ideas please lmk I’d love to do request for people!
Your fingers gently trace the light pale skin of your girlfriend's cheek, she's fast asleep and is a dream to look at. So perfect in your eyes although she may not think that about herself. It's early morning, 7am and the light streaks through the vertical blinds in your bedroom. The light pours beautifully through the room just enough that you can see all of her features. Your finger brushes slightly to her ear and you tuck the short strand of her light blonde hair behind it which inevitably makes your girlfriend stir from her slumber. Her eyes are heavy but they flutter at your touch.
“Hi”
“Hey”
Her voice is small, croaky and sleepy but very cute. It's rare for Grace to sleep longer than you but since everything that's happened, sleep is the best medicine and so with that you keep your voice gentle, your fingers gently brush into the hair behind her ear and your thumb caresses the cheek you’d just been tracing. Cupping her face and watching Grace scootch closer into your touch. Her body shifts slightly and that's when you feel her arm hesitate before it now drapes over your side, her hand slightly grabbing the loose fabric of your sleep shirt.
“I didn't mean to wake you sweetheart”
“Mhmm”
She lightly tugs at your shirt and tries to bring herself closer, her eyes flicking up to yours and she lightly shakes her head. She obviously wasn't fussed that she had woken up but sleep is important, you tell her and yourself that all of the time. You stop stroking Grace's cheek for just a moment and lean only slightly so your lips are just a light tickle against hers. You could tell that kisses still made her feel nervous, it's like she was waiting for you to initiate this little kiss so that's just what you did, it's small and light. You'd never tire of her soft gentle touch with her lips, always very sweet and innocent. Also remembering that she only just woke up and not to make her feel too overwhelmed. She wasn't much of a talker in the mornings but morning kisses she would never pass up, ever.
After a moment you lightly pull from the kiss but not before planting one last little peck, sweet and innocent and the light flush of her cheeks don't go unnoticed. Your hand that was still entwined with her hair gently untangled from it and your fingers brush over her shoulder and start to draw little circles over the back of her small bicep. She gives you this innocent look but it has more to it, more of a little pleading look and you can't help yourself.
“Grace..”
You softly breathe out her name, barely a whisper and she acknowledges you by giving you a very light brush of her lips to your cheek. Her arm moved from being slumped over your side to now cuddled up into her chest. Her eyes lock with yours and I'm sure you can think of a thousand things running through her head. It doesn't take long before Grace ultimately leans for you, your lips touch again and you could feel a slight difference in this kiss, it felt slightly more passionate even with it being slow and gentle, you knew you had riled her up when you let out a very tiny moan only from the feeling of her index finger running along your collarbone, then all the way up and into the back of your hair at the nape of your neck. You trace your hand from her bicep down and let it linger near her hip, although teasing slightly with light strokes toward her abdomen, inches away from probably where she would rather your hand and fingers be but the closer and lighter you got you felt her tense. In anticipation of your next move you feel her fingers brush further into your hair but they slowly twist around some of your hair before feeling the kiss part, your lips lingering close to one another's
“Mmm- p-please”
That's all you needed from Grace, your lips brushed immediately back against hers and you felt her mumble against your lips but seconds later you felt the warmth of her breath as she needed to part from your mouth. The reassurance and consent you wanted before taking your fingers and dancing them dangerously closer. The tense feeling inside of your chest and I'm sure hers as well. Grace took a sharp inhale as your hand sinks down beneath the hemline of her underwear. It felt hot and you made sure to let her know exactly what you were thinking by lightly whimpering into her ear at her state, it was enough for grace to pull from the kiss completely, sinking her head into your neck somewhat. You only take one finger and slip it where she wants it most, the small tiny noises that escaped her and vibrated next to your ear was enough to work you up as well. Your middle finger lightly brushing up and down her most sensitive spot, it was just gentle enough for you to feel her cheeks starting to burn against yours and her fingers pulling harder at your hair with every stroke you made, especially from how close she was getting. Her whimpers turned into a few choice words.
“Fuck”
barely a whimper escaped with the rest of her words
“..d-don’t stop..”
Her need for you to not stop only fueled you to keep going, the light strokes of your finger against her wetness, the way it felt so perfect and intimate. You feel grace hit her high, the way her body became rigid then slowly relaxed from your touch was something special and you withdrew your hand from her completely. Grace gently releases your hair from her tight grasp, it now hanging loose as the nape of your neck. Grace does everything to hide her face. You turn your head and lightly pepper kisses to her hot cheek and then eventually her eyes meet yours. Her head on the pillow and yours slightly raised above hers and you kiss her lips gently before pulling her close once more and resting your head inches from hers.
A.N.: The amount of edits I saved with her just whimpering is so unwell I needed to do something about it (not proofread)
𑣲Synopsis: After some distance from each other, both you and Grace find it hard to continue hiding the pent up tension in spite of the work complications.
W.C.: 3k
Warnings: SubTop!Grace x powerBottom!R, Oral(r receiving), pre-established relationship, coworkers with benefits(?), exhibitionism… same room as someone else during it situation(but only for a little), lowkey porn without much plot, we love begging in this household
The ringing of the phone disturbs the soft patter of the rain, drips rocketing down the crusted window beside where you sit. Your body jolts slightly, head turning at the source of the blare that came from the far right rather than your own space. It continues to ring after the usual pause, only to follow up with another loud thud as papers slide into your personalized cubicle.
Pushing against the floor with a light force, you roll back on the chair to check past the sectioned wall and to the opening of the walkway. To no surprise, you’re met with a klutz already on the carpet clawing for the unstapled paperwork.
“S-Sorry,” Grace mutters, momentarily looking up at you through pulled eyebrows while still attempting to pick up the thin material by the edges so tediously. She sheepishly ducks back down.
“Just–leave it, it’s okay. You should pick up the phone.” Your voice comes out gentle, easing the pressure on her shoulders as she grunts standing up. You gaze back down to the mess that lies around you after she frantically paces back to her work phone. Approximating that over a foot of paper was knocked over, a heavy exhale leaves you as you bend down to contribute to the small stack she already made.
To be clear, you don’t really mind. It’s hard to recall the last time Grace even made anyone upset the way she’d always prioritize finishing her analytical work. It makes things easier for everyone else—especially you when you’re using her abnormally organized data. Well, except for now since it’s all splayed everywhere.
Quickly, you pick up each one before yourself, the restacked pile landing back on her desk with a heavy drop. You dust off your slacks, looking over at her as she does with you. A grateful and tight smile is given as she nods singularly, not speaking directly as she tries to intently listen to the other side of the line.
“Yeah, okay. Sounds good,” she finishes up with the caller, head tilted so slightly toward the stringed device in her hand. The phone soon clicks back to its original position, signaling your chance to talk.
“You seriously need to staple these straight out of the printer next time,” you say with no real trace of annoyance, patting down on top the thick stack.
“I–I know, sorry,” Grace murmurs with a frown and little shake. She adjusts her glasses up the bridge of her nose, almost like a nervous tic. “I’ve been all over the place lately.”
Interest piqued, you think of the past week, noting her words to be relevant with how she’s been acting. The last time you both were able to have a meaningful conversation was then. Now it just consists of sly glances, short responses—subtle touches. As much as you’d hate to admit it, you can’t help the feeling of agitation scorching from her avoidance. Like a tug and pull, your “casual” relationship lasted as such by both ends struggling to find an even edge. One too uncommunicative and the other too flurried with the idea of pushing it.
A small hum leaves your closed lips, head turning away along your body as you make way back to your cushioned seat. “Yeah, I’ve… sorta noticed.”
At the hesitation of your words, she trails you. Her hands awkwardly clasp together in an anxious manner. “Is–Is it that bad?”
Your eyebrow peeks upward. “Well, I don’t know,” you shrug, spinning toward the cluttered desk. “You’re always clumsy.”
The fond undertone comes unnoticed by Grace. Crinkles form more prominently on her forehead, surely to become permanent by the way worry warps her expressions. There’s a long stretch after your reply. She watches you silently whilst your focus shifts on the large screen in front of you, clearly lost in the rummage of her mind with the sound of your typing blurred in the background. Though, you hear her break with a slight tremble.
“We’re… still okay, right?”
Your fingers freeze hovering above the keyboard, eyes lazily returning to her cowered posture. “What are you talking about?”
She takes the bite from your amused scoff. Embarrassment flashes on her flushed face even visible in the dimly lit room. “Cause we–you know, haven’t… done anything lately,” she mumbles, barely audible as her suggestive words fall flat. “I–I mean, I don't want to over step anything. I just wanted to know.”
You watch her stare at her fidgeting hands before catching sight of a hazel glint flicker back up. She looks at you like a split image of a fuzzed animal–cruelly making your body churn with guilt and adoration. With a lighter tone, you settle back and nod. “Yeah, we’re fine. You’re not pushing anything.” You pause with a low sigh, repositioning towards the computer again. “I guess we’ve both been busy. That’s all.”
She shifts on one leg to another, her hand coming up to grasp the side of the cubicle barrier. Her fingers lightly tap on it. Losing your attention, Grace silently huffs as she quickly scans the empty office. But without hearing much but the sounds of your own thoughts combined with the steady typing, you miss her footsteps inching closer before there’s a sudden familiar warmth surrounding you.
“I miss you,” she meekly whines into the crook of your neck, just above where her arms are hooked around loosely. The heat of her breath hits the colder plane of your skin where small bumps rise. You peer down to where the scent of her shampoo lands, easing the tension of your upper torso. “I don’t like waiting like this.”
Truthfully, you were surprised by the abrupt action, knowing her usual character. Hell, maybe you’re on the same track as her by the consistent irritation and agitation that has been feeding into your head lately. But you can’t admit that. “Grace,” you start by gently grasping her forearm, lacing a starting lecture.
“I know, we’re still at work,” she cuts you off before taking a deep breath. “But I can’t handle it. You’re all I’ve been like—thinking about.”
You feel her lips lightly glide against you through every whispered word, heat tipping at the edge of your ear on the side she begins to lightly peck. It’s hard to refuse—nonetheless speak when she progressively kisses up the side of your neck. And your resolve really seals from her murmured plea.
“Please? I’ll do whatever you want, just tell me.”
Leaning your head down to see her clearly, Grace follows by parting from you, far enough to throw at you a convincing tear-eyed glance. You swallow. Normally you’d give it more than a second thought, but how could you say no to that?
You reach up with your other hand to cup her cheek, gesturing by a light pull to capture her lips. She lets out a small squeak, surprised by the wordless answer, yet she reciprocates as her arm unhooks to hold your jaw upward. It becomes slack at the feeling of her eagerly tracing your bottom lip with her tongue. Permission granted, she takes the opportunity to push gently in, her body following the fluid movement as a disheveled groan passes into your mouth. You barely register the sudden groping of your chest until her free hand sneaks under the airy button up you wore. She continues to breathe into you, like a pant every time you lean up to her touch.
The moment lasts shortly until you then languidly grab ahold of her wrist to pry her off, only to be met with a pathetic whine. “Shh,” you hush against her moistened lips. “Get under the desk.”
Immediately, she complies, getting down on her knees where she crawls underneath the crowded table. She does so hastily, excitement and anticipation thrumming throughout her clouded mind. So much so she doesn’t realize she almost smacks the top of her head until she feels a cushioned landing by your awaiting hand blocking the hard wood as if it was a common occurrence. You tsk in amusement again, smiling down at her as she positions herself a bit more carefully.
“Sorry…” she mumbles, hardly hiding her embarrassment as she looks away and down your body in front of where she kneels instead.
“Impatient?” you question with a subtle mock, still keeping a slivered grin.
“Y-Yeah,” Grace retorts with another whiny complaint. “I want to make you feel good.”
You merely wait for her to look back up at you. Once she does, you continue to tease her in spite of her adorably furrowed brows. “Hm, I actually think you should wait a little longer.”
She lets out another pitched sound of disapproval, begging through her lens. “Please, I’ll be good–I promise.” Both hands settle on your knees to gesture at you to take your slacks off, her fingers faintly tugging at the material.
In a stretched response, you lift up enough for her to pull them down, noting the way she gleams at the notion. She works them off in a swift act, close to pulling the waistband of your underwear just beneath it until you mildly scold. “Mm mm, wait.”
The gulp she takes is evident as the bulb runs down her throat. She listens without another word, only focusing on letting at least some part you be exposed to her. Your pants are discarded by her side, lacking the attention she was already giving to the thin cotton that separated her from where her mouth watered at the thought of. Grace leans in to delicately press a kiss against it, the wetness that already seeped just barely coating her lips. She’ll take whatever she can get.
A soft whimper from her waves into you as she then grasps around your thighs to keep them comfortably parted. Her mouth moves with a feeble condition, gentle pecks here and there or small stride of her tongue along the cloth. You keep yourself quiet with your lip tucked in to stifle any noises threatening to come out. Just the sight and her sounds was enough to make you undone if she kept it up.
“Fuck, okay,” you sigh, nudging her head back.
She takes the reprimand, breathing heavily as she watches you take your underwear off yourself. She only pays mind to the heaven sent view, a weak moan leaving her again at just purely seeing you bare like this. All hers–at least for now.
“Can–Can I?”
You nod with a whispered “yes”, already moving your hand down to her hair in a tender stroke. This time she doesn’t go straight to your center, yearning for any praise as she tries to appease you by starting off slow. Her hand on one side of your thigh rubs fondly, keeping her needs satisfied as her mind wanders off.
As Grace absentmindedly peppers at your inner thighs, creeping closer to your pussy with every movement, she stops just as she’s about to reach you by the tug at her scalp. She lets out a mewl before woundedly staring up at you above the frame of her glasses.
“Keep looking up at me,” you order lightly, keeping your fingers tangled in her blonde strands but lessening the grip. At the soft glare, you suck slightly on your inner cheek and maintain the distant contact as you mutter. “Mhm, and stick your tongue out.”
You watch intently as the redness of her face profuses at the humiliating request, her lips trembling before hesitantly parting. Her tongue lolls out slowly, eyes wide like a puppy. And when you feel her breath quickly fan against your sensitive center, it only crumples your resistance. Fuck, you’re more impatient than you thought.
Without giving another moment to process, you ease her forward by the gripped locks. She comes into contact with a loud moan. Already, she starts licking between your folds, swallowing down any taste of you she gathers so eagerly. But she’s sure to keep her pathetic state clear by her shaky murmurs. “I just–I just want to take care of you… you’re so perfect.”
You quietly take what Grace gives you, running your fingers through her hair sweetly. She melts under your touch, still keeping her eyes on yours as she gets increasingly starved. Her breaths are more persistent, the lower half of her face buried in between your thighs to the point of her glasses fogging up. She only cares about pushing her tongue into your leaking hole, going as far as she could to reach that one spot that makes you clench around her. Still, you take the round frames off in endearment, setting it above on the table before reaching down again to fix the strands that fell forth. You move them behind her ear the way she usually does. She doesn’t stop her movements at all as you do so, just looking up at you as if she felt high—high off of every part of you.
Grace skillfully builds up the momentum like most of your hook ups. It’s honestly ridiculous how easily turned on you get because of her, considering her lack of experience before meeting you. Yet, she’s here knowingly lapping and sucking at every sensitive spot that makes you come undone like a switch.
“You’re doing so good,” you mutter, another moan following as she doubles her effort from the simple praise.
This goes on for a few more minutes, Grace never faltering as the hold around your thighs become impermeable. She basks in your scent, warmth, sounds—all and everything as if she needed to memorize it before she’s backed into a corner again, left sober as you avoid her. Too lost in you, she doesn’t even hear the heavy footsteps coming closer to the room. Not until the loud knock came.
You feel Grace jump below the table, her mouth close to leaving you before you firmly push her head back forward. She muffles another whimper into you.
“Hey, is Ashcroft here?”
You see Dempsy peek past the door after opening it ajar, glancing around for a blonde four eyed. He holds a folder of documents as his line of sight only finds you perked up above the cubicle divider.
“N–No she–um left a little earlier,” you stutter out, breathily looking down at her resuming with small laps against you after such little time of thinking of the consequences.
“The workaholic?” he probes with a huffed laugh. “Doesn’t she always work overtime?”
Grace shifts into her previous motion, her lips enclosing around your clit again as your grip tightens painfully in retribution to holding yourself composed. “Y-Yeah, I don't know. She just needed to go—an emergency,” you emphasize, flickering back up to him, internally groaning at his timing.
“Okay, well I’ll be in my office to lock up soon. Let me know if you need anything.” He gives up after a second scan, leaving with the shut door echoing and a trapped gasp escaping past your lips.
“Grace,” the breathless moan underlines your impending high.
She responds with a mirroring sound, looking up at you again as she only stops to beg with a whiny tone. “Please cum—please I need it,” she continues to pant against you through each desperate suck. “Need you to use me.”
Your hips already begin subconsciously moving upward, grinding against her mouth as she stays in place. It doesn’t take much out of you to feel that familiar sensation in your lower tummy, the coil unraveling and provoking your thighs to clench around Grace’s head that you still hold. Finally, you’re under a trance by the overwhelming orgasm after what felt so long without her.
The opposing whimpers are almost as loud as yours, like this is all she needs to get off. Both of you quiet down with sounds fading. With a blurry image in your eyes, you feel Grace kitten lick the rest of the wetness you leave before pulling away and trailing with a string of saliva. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, clearing the clouded sight to peer back down at Grace as she patiently waits for you to settle.
You’re met with her chin covered in a slick layer of spit and—well, you. You reach down to wipe it off, the corners of her mouth itching upward as she stays statuesque for you.
“Are you okay?” The feeble question was like any other, her priority always based on your state.
“Yeah, more than okay,” you speak softly. The chair rolls back enough for her to get up from the floor. She braces herself by pushing up by the armrests, legs trembling after uncomfortably sitting kneeled. Once up, she moves to bend and kiss you chastely, the taste of yourself well evident on her lips. As much as you enjoy being with Grace under sexual terms, there was always another feeling that clawed your chest. Like now. But you’ll have all the time with her to figure it out.
You pull back slightly to murmur. “You’re not doing anything later tonight, right?” She shakes her head, some vigor to it. “Good, I want us to make up for this last week.”
“Really?”
Grace looks at you with a certain eagerness—somehow more than other times—with a highlight in her dilated pupils. She couldn’t be any more like a dog if she just had a wagging tail.
“Uh huh,” you smile, yet your gaze trails back to the closed door of the room, reminding yourself of the other mess that could occur. “We just have to sneak you out first.”
Pairing: Grace Ashcroft x Reader
Song: Gamez (Video Game Lover) - Bei Major ft. Keri Hilson
W/C: 1473
T/W: Pure Smut
A/N: It's been a looong time since i've written smut, so bare with me lol
It was a cold, rainy day in Wrenwood, it was foggy outside, with the trees swaying with the rapid wind making creepy noises through the window.
You and Grace had the day off and used the weather as an excuse to have yet another cozy date at home.
It was a common occurrance for both of you to just enjoy your time together all cuddled up on the couch with snacks and hot beverages, all the pillows and blankets in a comfy mess.
On days like this the two of you would usually watch something together, try a new hobby, try new recipes, you name it, but today Grace was really focused on a new videogame she got recently.
The story had something to do with puzzles, a team that got lost on a mission, weird creatures, it's not that you hated it, but sometimes it got waaay too scary, it would be a nice mansion exploring game if its residents weren’t so evil, ya know?
That didn't seem to faze Grace one bit though, she always said that after you took care of the enemies the game got a pretty relaxing ambience, but as much as she liked the game, Grace was getting a bit infuriated with it as she had been stuck in the same puzzle for a day now.
"Baby i swear i can see all the little gears turning inside your head." you said sitting back on the couch after making hot chocolate for the both of you and setting them on the small center table in front of you, "If you keep trying to solve this without any other clues i might start to see smoke coming out of your head.", you snuggled closer to her side, resting your head on her shoulder.
“I-I know love, I'm really sorry." Even after all this time dating you, it was cute how she still got flustered and a little nervous with every bit of physical contact you had "I'm sure I'm close to solving it, I just need a few more minutes." it was probably the what? Fifth time she said that today? "Why don't you just like...search it online?" At your suggestion, she turned to you with an almost offended look "What would be the fun in that? No, no, I will get it right without help, I'm telling you I almost got it right.", at that, she stared at the TV again, starting over the puzzle.
You leaned back into the couch, watching her try to solve it again, until an idea came into your mind.
You got up and adjusted yourself behind Grace, pulling your girlfriend to lie with her back to your chest and embraced her from behind, "W-what are you d-doing?" Her brain seemed to short-circuit for a bit as she leaned to look at you, "Nothing baby, just want to be close to my beautiful girlfriend." You answered with the most innocent voice you could muster before giving her a kiss on the cheek "Just keep playing love, i'm watching.", and with an approving hum, she got back to the game.
You started slow, hands caressing her ribs above her pajamas, nose nuzzling her neck, feeling her soft and slightly sweet scent while you felt her getting goosebumps, you could see the effect on her but she was adamant on finishing the puzzle, using every inch of control she had to concentrate, but you knew that would not last long.
Your hand slowly crept under her shirt to cup one of her breasts while the other toyed with the waistband of her pants, your mouth never leaving her neck, "Ah- baby, I-I..." Grace tried, but could not form a full sentence to save her life, "What honey?" You feign innocence again "I'm just showing how much I love my beautiful girlfriend." You answered with a smile and yet another kiss to her neck.
With cheeks even more flustered and a line of sweat starting to form on her forehead, Grace turned back to the game and tried to focus again, moving each piece slower than before, tiny and desperate breaths leaving her mouth.
When you noticed her seemingly focused again, you deepened your hand into her panties, finally feeling the heat that pooled from your girlfriend and smearing all over your fingers as you started to rub her clit "Mmm b-baby..." It was cute how Grace reacted, she was really trying, her hands turning white from gripping the controller so hard, her glasses getting foggy from the sweat, her eyes half lidded, trying so hard to look at the TV in front of her, her shy but delicious moans that she tried to hide out of embarrassment, you loved her so much but could not deny how pathetic she looked, completely at your mercy.
Her body reacted to each motion you did on her clit, hips bucking, trying to get as much contact as she could, "I love to hear you, you know baby?" Sucking hard on her neck, Grace closed her eyes and leaned her head back into you "You know you can let everything out for me right? I want it all baby." she tried really hard to contain it as much as she could, until she felt your fingers inside her, she was completely soaked, body trembling with each pump, not being able to contain herself anymore she moaned loudly, chanting your name like a prayer while your fingers worked inside her, making her pause and forget about the game for a second.
You stopped what you were doing and looked at her "Why did you stop love?", she tried to grind on your fingers again but you stopped her in place, "I c-can't keep mmh... can't f-focus...", she was so desperate to have any contact from you, pussy clenching on nothing, missing your touch, "But i was watching you play baby, it was very interesting..." your hand lazily circled her clit again, "B-but I-I can't...aah!" she trembled hard not being able to contain a desperate, high pitched, loud moan as you fingered her again, "Grace, i said i was watching. You're almost finishing it, right? Let me see." You commanded your poor girlfriend, who could barely keep her eyes open as she unpaused the game and tried to keep going.
She was trying so hard to make sense of the pieces as you worked on her pussy, each movement came erratic and unfocused, you couldn’t tell if her cursing was because she got a piece wrong or if the pleasure was becoming too much for her.
The sounds in the room were completely unholy, Grace's moans were getting even louder, her chest breathing hard and uneven against you, her soaked pussy making obscene wet sounds as your fingers went harder, as deep as you could, curling inside her while your palm brushed her clit just right.
"H-hone-y...fuck I-I...", Grace grinded harder against you, "Go on baby, let it out, cum for me.", her movements got more erratic as she got closer and closer to her release, the controller shaking in her hands as she somehow still managed to make some sort of movement with it.
Grace came with a loud moan of your name, bucking her hips forward to feel every inch of you inside her, she looked heavenly, eyes closed shut with tears on the brim of them, back completely arched against you, glasses completely fogged up and...
DING!
She was still coming off of her high when you looked at the TV.
She did it.
Grace solved it, she was fucked out of her brain but still managed to complete the puzzle.
"Baby." You got her attention as she slowly opened her eyes, "Huh?", Grace tried to look at the TV, "You're a fucking genious!", By your excitment it seemed that you were the one to complete the damn thing, as your girlfriend could just stare in shock at the TV while cleaning her glasses, "I did it..." She sat up again "I did it!", She finally came back to her senses and picked up the controller to see the new area she had finally unlocked.
But as soon as she opened the door in the game you got in front of her "Uh baby?" she gave you a questioned look as you took the controller out of her hand and got on your knees in front of her, "What?" you gave her a teasing look as you started to take off her pants, "You thought i wouldn’t give you a proper reward for finally beating that?" You smirked as you kissed her thighs, earning a soft whimper from your girlfriend.
Well, of course she was excited to keep playing, but safe to say her game had to wait for now...or maybe wait till the next day lol.
I need Grace’s pathetic ass to blow my back out tbh
Me too, girl. Me too...
Grace Ashcroft x F!Reader
*Dom Grace, Sub reader, kinda. Straps and lesbian stuff.*
"A-Are you sure..." Grace asked, her voice trembling. Usually, it was the other way around. You'd be the one wearing the harness. Fucking her...
"Y-You're better at this than me... I'm sure m-my pace won't..." Grace was mumbling now, her hands trembling on the harness. She couldn't even slip it on without shuddering.
Her eyes couldn't look up at you. Continuing to stare dowm as the harness halfway up her thighs, darting between the dildo on the front and the one in the harness... meant to go inside her.
But, her eyes quickly darted to something else. You. she watched you sit up from your spot on the bed. Your hands pressing on the mattress, sweat starting to form on your forehead. Glossy eyes staring at her...
God, now she barely has a grip on the harness!
"It's alright, baby," you said...
Her heart skipped a beat.
Your right hand raising from your side. Your fingertip brushing against her face then, pushing some of her already messy hair behind her ear.
"I'll help you," you added, your hand lowering from her face. Grazing her neck with your fingers for a small moment, but you could feel how hard she was holding back her whimpers with that slight touch.
"And don't be quiet..." You say, catching her eyes for a moment. That's when you realized how flushed her face was.
It made your heart flutter.
Your hands grab at the harness. Your right hand going to the second dildo. Designed to go inside the person wearing the harness.
Grabbing both sides with your fingers, pushing it up. Just enough to where it was lined up with Grace's entrance. You could see, even in the dimly lit room. That Grace was already dripping like crazy.
"I love hearing your cute voice..." You add, looking up at Grace for reassurance. Once she gives you a nod. You push the dildo up into her.
"Ohh..." Grace moans. Her hands tightened on the harness straps. Once she felt it fully enter her. She tries to tighten the harness straps onto her hips, but her hands are shaking too much...
One more time. She tries to do it herself, but your hands grab at the harness first. Tightening the straps onto her hips tightly. Giving it one more shake to make sure it was tight... and to get a whimper out of Grace...
"OK-ay... okay...mh. okay..." Grace whimpers, her chest rising in slow motion. Her cheeks flushed brightly.
"Come on, baby... you can do it." You encourage Grace. Your hands leave her hips. Falling to the mattress again, turning around so your ass was facing her.
Grace swallowed the lump in her throat. Her body was stiff, trying to stay still so the smaller dildo inside her wouldn't make her moan like a slut.
But, she shifted her knees closer to you. Her left hand going to rest on your hip. Wanting to feel you, to feel your body react to her movements. To make you feel good...
To do a good job...
"I-I'm going t-to... put it in now..." Grace whimpered, her fingers letting go of the silicone only to grip it every again. Letting out one last breath. She pushed her hips forward, slowly inserting the dildo inch by inch until her hips connected with yours.
You let out a small moan.
Your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Grace did the same, but her hands were gripping your hips like a lifeline, the feeling of being this close to you... the dildo inside her pushing against her cervix....
Pushing her hips back...
"Mhhmm..." Grace moans, keeping her mouth closed. Feeling the dildo inside her move...
*PLAP*
You both let out a moan. The feeling of her fucking you, you can practically feel how much she doesn't want to accidentally hurt you.
"S-Shit..." Grace moans as she pulls out once more.
*PLAP*
You both moan again. Your hands grab at the sheets tighter. Her slow thrusts, it's making you ache for more. You look over your shoulder, catching Grace's flushed face.
"Come on, baby... you can rough..." You say, in reality. You just want to hear her as she fucks you, to feel her body trembling...
"O-Okay..." Grace whimpers, this time, grabbing your hips tighter now.
She pulls her hips back sharply, getting a small gasp out of your lips.
*PLAP*
"Ohhh..." You moan loudly, your hips slightly bucking into Grace. Feeling the dildo press right into your pussy.
"A-Are you okay?" Grace asks, worried. It only makes you blush, hearing her care so much. It makes want to yank that strap off her and fuck her...
"Yes... keep going, please..." You beg, unbucking your hips as you breathe slowly. Waiting for Grace to continue. Once you give her some reconciliation. She pulls out again sharply
*PLAP*
Again, your moans merging together once again. This time, without words, she pulls out sharply.
*PLAP*
"Fuck..." Grace moans.
She pulls out again
*PLAP*
"Oh fuck..." Grace whimpers, her grip on your hips growing tighter as she feels her own pleasure building up inside her core.
She pulls out again
*PLAP*
Again
*PLAP*
Again
*PLAP*
Again
"Jesus...fuck..." Grace moans. She can feel her own wetness dripping, soaking the harness she's wearing as she fucks you.
She can hear how wet you are. She can feel how your body is reacting to her thrusts, hearing your voice... it's making her drunk off her ass for you.
This time. Her pace is growing faster and faster each time she pounds into your pussy. Not stopping for a second until she can hear the words she wants you to say. The words she needs to hear from you.
But, each time she pounds into you. The dildo inside her is making her body ache and pulse like crazy. Feeling how much it's pushing into her g-spot.
"Oh fuck..." Grace moans, her lower abdomen burning with release as her spine starts to bend down. Trying to keep her pace fast and last longer to make you cum...
"I'm getting c-close..." Grace moans, her hands finally letting go of your hips, only to wrap around your abdomen.
She wants to last longer...
"You can do it, baby... just one more push... or a few more, heh..." You say, slipping a joke in. Getting a small laugh out of Grace. Your hand letting go of the bed sheets. Only to grab the back of Grace's hand.
Grace then switches, holding your hand now. Her other hand is coming around to hold it fully now.
Grace then takes a deep breath, trying to hold out a bit longer.
"I love you..." Grace says, her hips pulling back to thrust into you again. Her arms tightened around your abdomen to hold you tight... to feel every slight reaction you made...
"I love you too..." You say, wanting to use your other hand to hold her but, if you did. You wouldn't be able to sit on all fours anymore.
Grace breaths in sharply.
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
"Shit... shit..." Grace moans, pushing her limits so she can hold out longer. Her hips are not stopping, her hands continuing to hold yours tightly. She wants to make you cum.
She wants you to feel the love you give her. She wants you to know how much she loves you, how much she cares for you...
"Oh god..." You moan, the arm that's supporting is beginning to shake. Becoming hard to support yourself for much longer... feeling that burning pain in your core...
"Shit, fuck I'm getting close..." You moan, bucking your hips into the strap. Needing that one final push to let everything out.
Grace's whimpers started again. Her arms tightened around you. So tightly that you could feel her thrusts much more detailed now. Her pace picking up speed.
"I love you!" Grace moaned, her final thrust being the finishing blow. Both of your body trembled and shook with ecstasy as you both came onto each other's dildos.
Your arm couldn't hold any longer. Half of your body collapsed to the bed, letting out a pant. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your hip was still connected with Grace's strap.
Grace's shaking hands slowly undid themselves from your abdomen. Pulling her hips back as the dildo slipped out of you. Your own wetness leaking out... you finally relaxed your whole body. Fully laying down for a slight moment to regain some breath back.
"Are you..." Grace began to ask. But trailed off once she saw you rising up from your spot on the bed. Your hand rose to cup her face gently.
Pressing your lips against hers, you felt Grace relax into your touch. Her arms coming to wrap around your neck as she pushed deeper into the kiss. You would have done the same but your hands went to something else.
Gripping one of the straps on the harness. You undid them slowly, making sure not to over stimulate Grace as much as you did. Once you finally lossened it enough. You broke the kiss for a moment.
"Can I?" You asked.
Grace only buried into your shoulder, giving you a hum of reassurance. Once she did, you gently pulled the harness down, the smaller dildo pulling out of her with a wet pop.
"Geez, it seemed like you like being the top." You joked, getting the strap fully off now and tossing it to the floor. Your arms finally free to wrap around Grace fully.
"I prefer when you do it..." Grace said softly, relaxing into your lap as she hugged you tightly. Your wet and warm bodies pressed together tightly.
"Well, I'd give your performance an A." You said with a chuckle at the end. Grace smiled softly against your shoulder, her breathing slow and her whimpers finally calming down.
"Want me to place you in the bath?" You asked.
"Only if you'll take one with me." Grace answered.
You smiled.
"Of course, babe."
**
Alright, let's see if I can do the other submissions.
Edit: I forgot to mention I'm still taking them because I'm working like a mad, thirsty lesbian because of this woman
content....established relationship, phone sex, porn with feelings, sub!grace, dom!reader, toy usage, praise, grace has a voice kink
wc....1,7k
you had been gone for at least a month now, away with Leon investigating an unknown group that had appeared in Raccoon City after you all left months ago. she worried about you so much, just as much as she missed you. she was sitting on the soft bed of you and her as heavy night rain pattered against the window, reminding her of the countless other nights where you were at home. cuddling grace tightly in your deep sleep as the bright light from her laptop kept her awake. the spot beside her was empty, with no arm wrapped her stomach and no warm cheek resting against her chest as she typed away. your scent was starting to fade from your clothes and bedsheets now, and grace was finding it harder and harder each night to cuddle a pillow that only smelled like detergent. she couldn't focus. she wanted to hear your voice. how you were doing. she wished you could call everyday, but you tried to call at least once a week. you hadn't called yet.
she sighed and closed her laptop, leaving it on the nightstand under the warm light of the bedside lamp. she was wearing one of your jumpers that she sprayed with your favourite perfume. she put it on for comfort, but now she had just been getting distracted all evening. she needed to focus and get her report for the week done. but how could she when your scent enveloped her? bringing her back to the night before you left? when you whispered sweetness mixed with filth right by the shell of her ear, tickling the skin and giving her goosebumps up her neck as your hips slowly filled her up, teasing her into a blushing mess beneath you.
she rummaged through your shared wardrobe where you kept the toys, pulling out her favourite dildo that you used on her. she kicked off her pj pants and panties, laying back on the plush pillows. your praise and pet names circled around in her mind as she circled her aching clit, the ribbing of the silicone softly dragging the sensitive skin. she bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to quiet her mind and focus on the image in her head. one of you between her legs, instead of the toy she was teasing herself with. it slipped between her shiny folds, a mix between her own wetness and lube. her hips slowly bucked up and down as she savoured the steadily rising pleasure. her stress about her report was long forgotten, replaced only by her need for you. she whimpered into your jumper, the fabric muffling the sweet sound. she imagined how you would've snaked your hands up her hips and stomach, scraping her softly with your nails before cupping her tits. squeezing them like stress toys as your warm tongue made her legs shake.
she slipped the toy inside with a gasp. she squeezed her eyes even further, trying so desperately to be believe it was you on top of her instead of her burning hand. she wasn't loud necessarily, but she was vocal. she was shy about it before but your praises very quickly broke down that wall. even when you weren't there to hear, she pleaded and panted as she fucked herself. she almost didn't hear her phone buzzing from the bedside table. when she saw your name and photo smiling at her from her screen, she jumped up and snatched it. she adjusted her glasses as she answered. she tried to slow her breathing before you spoke.
"hi baby, how are you? you doing okay?"
"hi".she breathed, smiling. your groggy voice was like a warm hug to her. and it wasn't helping the situation you caught her in. "I'm okay, just busy working. I missed you"
"I missed you too. I'm sorry I couldn't call sooner. Things got intense for a moment, but it's okay now. I have good news"
graces heart jumped. "you're coming home?"
you chuckled. "we're flying first thing in the morning. chris is taking over for now, which works out, since leon almost got himself blown up. he's fine. just pretending to not be embarrassed"
grace chuckled half heartedly. she didn't want to hear about either of them at that moment. she only cared about you. you sounded tired, which stopped her from mentioning what she was doing before. the ache she had for you had only gotten worse.
"are you sure you're okay? you don't sound-"
"n-no I'm okay! I just wanna hear about you. please keep talking"
"you're cute. okay then"
she really tried to listen and to be fair, she was. just not in the way you were expecting. your voice was just so close to her ear and her hand automatically picked back up the toy she abandoned, and circled her clit again as you talked. unaware you talked about the mission, all the exciting and boring bits. especially the boring bits, since grace seemed to like them the most. she slipped it in again finally when you laughed, the stretch forcing out a deep moan. she quickly moved the phone away from herself, but she didn't stop thrusting the ribbed toy in her greedy pussy. she was taking it so well, and her mind was dizzy imagining how much you'd praise her for being such a good girl.
"grace"
she knew you had caught on and her pussy tightened around the silicone in anticipation. there was a small, less fucked out part of her that felt guilty to use you like that. but it was done now. and she was so so close. she tried to play it off.
"y-yeah? why'd you stop? keep going"
"i might if you tell me what you're doing"
she was ping ponging between being worried that she was in actual trouble and the embarrassment of having to say out loud that she was fucking herself silly just to your voice. on the other hand, she wanted to hear more of that voice, so she had no choice really.
"I'm uh-using your voice".she said, meekly, almost a whisper. it had been a while since she had been shy about things like this with you, but neither of you had done this before. so she was unsure of how you would feel about it. she should've known better though.
"for what?"
you knew what you were doing, and so did she. you loved to fluster her. she slowed down her thrusts, shying away from that high she wanted so badly. but she wanted to prolong this. savour it. you could faintly hear how slick she was under all of her breathless panting.
"to make myself cum"
"is this why you took so long to answer? I thought my pretty girl was asleep".you cooed. she could've sworn you had gotten closer to the mic, knowing how much she loved when you spoke into her skin. "you really did miss me"
"so much".grace agreed, in an almost sob as she teased that sweet spot inside of her. just like how you always did. "I wish you were here"
"you'll have me soon. can I see you? please?"
"y-yeah"
"thats my girl"
if she wasn't focused on doing a good job for you, she would've cum right there. she lifted the jumper up over her chest before pressing record. she angled the camera so that you could perfectly see how fucked out she was for you. her skin was cloaked in a sheen of sweat. it shone under the ambient light. a flush of pink softly coloured her cheeks as she upped the pace, wanting you to hear everything. it made her tits bounce gently with each thrust and she was very pleased with herself. you were gonna love the video. she just knew it. she had never sent videos of herself like this before. sure, you two had sent suggestive photos to one another but never something this filthy. she found it exciting. the act of itself, but also thinking about what you'll do with it after she has sent it.
she breathed your name in between pleads, angling the camera even further down so you could see the mess she was making all over the sheets and herself. the soft skin of her thighs glistened, matching the toy whilst the rest dripped down, staining the covers beneath her. she was so close again and it was so much harder to stop herself this time around, but she did. her hips bucked forward, missing the rising pleasure. she considered cumming on camera for you right then and there, but she wanted to hear your voice while she did it. she sent the short video, and waited impatiently for you to call her back. it didn't take long.
"fuck you're such a good girl. thats my jumper you're wearing isn't it? you're so lucky I'm not there sweetheart, I'd edge you until you cried"
she practically snuggled into the phone as you praised her, her belly fluttering. she didn't know how much longer she could take. "can I cum? please"
you took a moment to answer and the anticipation was killing her. she whimpered again. "you're such a good girl. of course, let me hear it"
your voice had taken on an all too familiar tone, and she knew that you were just as close as she was. she tightened around the toy again, this time letting her pleasure rise and rise until nothing but fucked out babbles left her. she gasped and her hips raised as it crashed over her, seizing her body. she kept fucking herself through it even as her legs shook and her grip on the phone loosened. she could say nothing but your name now, everything else fell away as her orgasm clouded her mind. she heard you gasp too faintly and smiled. she slowed down as you cursed, the pleasure getting a little too much for her spent pussy. she breathed deeply, relief warming her. she got under the covers, not caring about the clean up right now and waited with a soft gaze for you to speak again, cuddling the underside of her pillow. she fixed her glasses again.
How about a Grace fic where they’re having a quickie before a long work shift
All of y'all are speaking my lesbian language!!!
Grace Ashcroft x F!Reader
*just imagining her tryna be quiet when she's a whimpering mess... Jesus... also, I wrote this while zoinked outta my mind. I reread everything, and it was kinda fire*
*Click*
The door closed behind the two of you, the door to the storage closet. A place where only the paper analysts, resource managers, or people who needed extra paper or pens would go. But, it was early in the morning...
Only a few workers were here. You and Grace were given long early shifts because of the new investigations going on. You were the first responder to the incoming deaths and crimes, while Grace was the one who wrote down the reports...
You both used the excuse of finding extra paper to end up here. But that wasn't the reason you both ended up in this storage room. After realizing how long you two were going to be here, not getting a break or even so much as seeing each other for more hours than you both didn't want...
So, you both wanted to spend a moment together. To get yourselves ready for this long work shift...
*click*
Grace put the keys into the keyhole of the closet. Locking the door to make sure nobody would interrupt you two... once it was locked, Grace quickly went to place the keys onto the shelf. Not even checking her aim...
She missed the shelf.
"Shit..." Grace cursed under her breath. Bending down quickly to grab the keys from the floor. Not realizing she was displaying herself to you...
You felt your heart skip a beat. Your face heating up. The more you waited, the more she seemed to tease you...
"Sorry I-" Grace tried to speak, but you left your spot from leaning on the shelf. Taking a few small steps over to Grace, your hands grabbed at her blue blazer as you turned her around, connecting your lips with hers
Grace jumped a bit, feeling the sudden touch on her, but she melted once her body knew it was you holding her. Her hands quickly started to roam your body. Her hands running over the high-quality material of your outfit.
Until they finally reached your shoulders. Her hands gripped you tightly. Her lips not stopping in their repeated motion against yours. Each time you both took a breath, you felt just how needy she was getting.
Each time you parted with her lips, she was always the first to act. To connect with yours again, not even stopping to wipe her glasses clean of fog from the heat of your heated make out...
Overall, it seemed like Grace wanted this more than you. How hungry she was to connect your lips again after every break-
"Mhmm~" Grace moaned, pushing her tongue into your mouth. Her hands let go of your shoudlers, changing their hold to the back of your head, her arms wrapping around your neck tightly.
Your eyes widened for a quick moment, surprised, but all you could do was look at Grace's red hot face kissing yours. Immediately, you closed them again. Letting your urges take over again.
Your hands roamed her body all over. Feeling each curve of her body, each tremble she made... how her hands gripped your hair each time you ran over hips...
Breaking the kiss for a gasp of air. Your saliva sticking to each other's tongues... the two of you gazing into each other's eyes... you took this chance to push her into the nearby shelf.
Your knee pushing up in between her legs. Getting a sharp gasp out from Grace, immediately she to buried her head into your shoulder, muffling her moans and gasps to keep herself quiet.
Her glasses almost fell off from how hard she was pushing onto you. This time, she changed the position of her hands to around her forearms. Keeping her close to you...
"I have you... don't worry..." you whispered into her ear. Keeping your body close to her. After you made sure nobody was coming or heard you two. You rolled your knee in-between Grace's legs. Making her gasp against your shoudler...
"Fuu...ahh..." Grace moaned, her hips bucking into your knee. She wanted to be close to you. To have you near her when she cummed...
"Getting too loud, Grace..." You teased into her ear. Pushing not just your knee but your thigh now. Giving her that friction she needed.
Grace whimpered into your shoulder. The heat in her face began to spread to her eyes. Making small tears form... she really didn't want to shed tears, she didn't want to ruin her makeup.
Wait-
"Wait, wait, let's..." Grace said, making you stop the second you heard her talk. You let your leg fall away from her. Ripping away that warmth your thigh brought her.
"Let's take our pants off..." Grace suggested. She didn't want to walk out of this storge room with visible wet spots on your guys pants...
"Oh?" You said your eyebrows rise slightly
"S-So we don't... walk out with wet pants after we're done..." Grace said, looking away as she felt embarrassed to explain it like that. Even if she felt embarrassed to say it, you certainly weren't embarrassed to act upon the action first.
Your knees buckled as they fell to the floor, your hands running down her sides, slowly. Making sure your fingers knead into her skin like dough, pressing each little spot that was sensitive to her...
Once your hands reach her shirt. You push the sides of her blazer away, your thumbs hooking the bottom of her shirt pulling it up to expose her bare abdomen.
You feel your face blush brighter now. Your heart racing faster now.
Grace's hands go to grab her shirt, pulling it up further to expose her white bra to you. Teasing you with eye candy. It makes her smile but, its a smile she covers with her shirt, making sure she has the cover to muffle herself just in case.
"You make me crazy baby..." you say softly, your hands grabbing at the button that held her pants together. Your fingers pushing it out through the opening. Allowing her zipper to be exposed now.
Without another second lost. You grab at it, your fingers tugging down as you unzipped her pants. That slight glimpse is being shown of her white underwear... fuck, you don't care about being slow anymore
Pulling her pants fully down. Leaving her in just underwear, but it's not long until you pull those down, too. Leaving her exposed pussy out, precum already leaking out from her...
You stick your tongue out, licking up her folds, all the way to her clit. Burying your tongue deep into her folds, lapping up any precum she was daring to leak out...
"Ah-mmmpphhh..." Grace moans into her shirt, her hands gripping the fabric hard enough to turn her knuckles white. She didn't want you to stop, she never wanted this to stop but....
You two had to be quick. Any longer in here-
"Come down..." you said.
"H-Huh...?" Grace asked, her voice shaking. She noticed you stopped licking her. She didn't realize until you had said something...
"Come down. I don't want to be left aching for you," you said, your hands letting go of her thighs. Your hands left red marks in her thighs from how hard you were holding her.
Then, grabbing at your pants as you began to undo them. Grace's eyes widened, knowing what you implying... her heart began to race like crazy now...
"A-Are y-you sure, I don't know if I can keep quiet doing that -" Grace rambled on, she was scared of being caught now. She wanted to get off on you. She really did! But, if she couldn't keep quiet...
"Then keep your lips on mine. I'll cover your cries." You said standing up again to pull your pants down far enough so they wouldn't get in the way. You then grabbed Grace's hips again.
Switching places with her, but this time. You both were seated on the floor. Guiding Grace into your lap. The air in the storage room was cold. Too cold, but it wouldn't be for long.
Grace quickly took your shoulders in her hands. Her thighs straddling your lap, you made sure your body was positioned well enough. Once it was, you looked up at Grace. Your glossy eyes staring up at her, her glasses foggy and face red...
You inched closer, opening your mouth to take her lips again. Grace let out a small moan, connecting her lips with yours again. Then, gently pushed her hips down onto yours, your clits touching.
Grace moaned into your mouth, her fingers digging into your shoulders. This was already too much for her to handle. It felt like she could come undone at any moment.
Your hips started moving now. Each rock making wet sounds as your clits rubbed together. Each time you two rubbed against each other, it sent shocks of pleasure all throughout your cores.
You two had teased each other long enough now, and your bodies were burning with need. You needed to get it done now. Now, before you two got caught...
You wrapped your arms around Grace's back. Pushing her further down and harder into you. Thrusting your hips against Grace's to get that orgasm you both were begging for...
Grace's moans filled your mouth, your tongues fighting against each other. Grace's hands moved from your shoulders to your head again. Her hips rocking back and fourth against you, she could feel it...
Precum leaking from both of you. Massaging your pussies and stimulating you two the brink of letting everything go.
"Mhp!" Grace whimpered into your mouth. Her lips pushed into yours, begging you to keep her quiet. You listened, your arms hugging around her tighter. Pushing her into your arms one last time.
Before-
"Oh! Fu-" Grace's lips left yours to moan. But you put your hand on her head. Forcing your lips back onto yours as you both cummed. You felt Grace squirt on you, her juices flowing onto your wet pussy. Giving you one last great pleasure for this last moment between you two...
You both pulled away now. Saliva sticking your tongues as you both panted. That frustrated feeling finally leaving you both...
"Don't worry... I brought some tissues..." you said, going into your pocket and pulling out some tissues. You always carried a pack on you
"Oh... s-shit..." Grace stuttered, seeing she came all over you. She lifted her hips, seeing strands of wet cum stick you and her...
You placed your left hand on her hip again, massaging her gently. Feeling her skin to see if she was okay.
"And some perfume..." you added, pulling out one of Grace's small perfume bottles you took from her desk.
"Thank you..." Grace said... thankful she didn't have to walk out without sprucing herself up. But also thankful you planned ahead...
"I love you..." You said, your hand leaving her hip to slide down, but Grace grabbed your hand, making it stay to her side...
"I love you too..." Grace said, leaning in to give you one last kiss before she had to clean herself up.
"Heh, okay. Let's stop, or else this won't be a quickie..." you joked, a slight chuckle rising from your throat. Grace laughed alongside you too, smiling down soflty. Enjoying this moment before you two had to leave...
**
I wrote this while zoniked. So apologies if some things are shitty. I'm also working on like 5 submissions every few hours because I want to get all of them done. But I'm gonna do it when I'm not zoinked outta my mind
“I wanna ask you something,” you whisper underneath her ear, pushing her against the counter of the bathroom. The plush of your lips graze against her neck, the tip of your nose dancing behind the curve of the woman’s ear. “If I ask this question and you don’t like it, you can shoot me,” chuckling, you feel her head turn, nervous olive colored eyes not once meeting yours, but you take it upon yourself to take advantage of her facing you, placing a gentle peck at the corner of her lip.
You can feel the heat radiating off of Grace, the sheen along her forehead and the rouge on her cheek making her look more like a rose than a woman. “Has anyone eaten you out before?”
The pair of you are trapped in the bathroom by your own doing. It was Grace that accidentally spills that beans that she thought others experiences are much more valid than her own. That sex isn’t anything too exciting to anticipate. She wish she can eat her words now, but now she has to face the music and you were one for confrontation. If she told you (or anyone) the truth, her life was just far too serious to indulge in bedroom games. How can she really enjoy it knowing she has responsibilities that don’t allow her to live in pleasure for long?
Grace in all twenty two years of her life has never thought that she would have an encounter so intimate, or intense until she had met you. You’re someone who is devoted to being a consistent lover in her life. You want to belong to her, just like she tries to give herself to you. Everything you did for her only exuded passion, care and a little something else that you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge just yet. Maybe you’d call it yearning if your ego let you breathe, for now, you’d call it an extreme care for her.
And gosh, does she adore you just as much. Her life practically revolves around you despite you being there or not. Confronting her feelings head on never felt so freeing until she met you. Now, she takes the leap with a little extra faith. With you, she’s a Grace you both can be proud of.
The lights are low and the apartment is far too silent for the both of you. It’s late and the city is sleeping. The after hours approach you steadily, only hearing the rumble of cars or the croak of nearby birds from outside of the window.
The question alone makes the blonde hum in an attempt to maintain composure. Her chest rises and falls, shifting in her stance only slightly as one of her hands grip the rim of the sink. The other is loosely clung to your belt loop. You watch Grace's eyes shut, shaking her head.
Checking in, you of course see through on your word, seeking consent to continue, “was that okay to ask?”
“Yes,” she immediately nods, ripping her hand from the sink to wrap behind your neck. With her lack of experience, the only thing she wants to feel is your lips on hers again, finding your kiss swiftly. “And no,” she whispers against your mouth. “No one ever did.”
Her eagerness fuels your lust; lowering your body at an achingly slow pace. Swollen lips miss yours the moment your kiss trails down her chin and down to her jaw, peppering her neck with your mouth. “That’s a shame isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
With a quiet laugh, your hands run down her torso, fingertips running over her top, feeling the bra underneath her shirt to the quick breath through her abdomen. The second your fingertips meet the band of her bottoms, you tug at them for a moment to help lower yourself to your knees. The whole time, Grace’s hand never abandon you, seeking refuge in your hair as you leave her mouth lonely.
Heavy breaths fill the thick atmosphere and they’re all hers. She thought that this would go a completely different way. A way that carried more structure and less carnal desire. But maybe that wouldn’t have been half as enjoyable. She has so much that she wants to say but her throat stops her from getting the words out every time. Grace will never admit that she is a virgin, but when you watch her clam up at intimacy and need a bit of a boost for physical connection, you figure her romantic prospects have been limited in the past, but it didn’t deter you from becoming her girlfriend after you confessed your feelings to her. It clearly bothers her since she can’t even tell you. In fact, her timidness invites you to be in her life more because you want to be the one to expose her to all of her firsts. You want to be her first kiss, the one who figures out how she wants to be touched and the one she craves when her temperature begins to rise.
“Such a shame,” she hears you coo, finally snapping out of her train of thought to realize the only thing she has to do is kick off her pants. It’s enough for her to do so, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Can I eat you out?”
There the woman stands in a simple t-shirt, her grip slamming over her mouth, wanting to remain quiet as she possibly could in a moment like this. Seething, she gives you a nod lacking confidence, but not consent. “Y-y-yes,” she mutters quietly like your apartment is filled with company and you had to keep hush. Grace nods without a proper pace. She’s eager to see what you have in store for her, but her heart races a mile a minute, feeling like she could either throw up or cry. Was Grace standing there going to be enough for you? She didn’t know if she should stand a specific way, try to say something sexy or maybe even pose.
“Wanna hold my hand?” you try to ease the anxiety in her heart, holding out a palm for the hand she’s got on her face.
With trust, the woman reaches for your hold, observing you closely. Your grip is firm, but comforting and your smile is just as warm. “Just breathe, if you want me to stop, I will. You just need to tell me.”
“I don’t want that, you haven’t even touched me yet,” the analyst blushes from your concern, turning her head away after hearing you chuckle. But it doesn’t last long when the tips of your fingers began to dance and curl round the lace of her panties. She honestly wasn’t the one to reach for underwear so scandalous until she saw yours. Panties and bras were comparable to any secret, fantasy lingerie store when hers are rather plain. Now, she relishes in the gentle feeling of the damp warmth of your tongue leaving a stripe over the fabric of her hips, happy to be in a set that makes her feel good.
“Put your leg on my shoulder,” you direct comfortably, adjusting for her do exactly as you ask, getting the right amount of room to work with.
Quickly, you take it upon yourself to use a thumb to pull her panties to the side, breathing in the scent of her and to much to your amazement, it damn near intoxicates you. Your tongue is careful, running down the inside of her thigh and licking up and in between her flesh. The woman above you holds your hand tighter, resting both of your hands on her thigh, whimpering without any inhibitions. “Fuck,” her hips roll in shock, jolting agaisnt your face that causes you to work on her body. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes, but with no time to entertain her insecurities, you feed her impending orgasm.
Your face dives in her, keeping her panties away from your goal. Grace’s taste on your tongue is something you devour all day, and in a perfect world with a lot of time, that is what you would rather be doing. You salivate at the pulse of her core, hungry to latch onto her swelling bud.
Grace shudders at your expertise, feeling your tongue massage against her. She wishes she can be louder, be needier, greedier. Whatever she wants she knows all she has to do is ask, but considering you can’t properly respond, there’s a weak pull at your head. Looking up to find Grace looking directly at you, lips parted and begging for air. She gasps, pushing herself deeper between your lips. “Fuck,” she cries, grinding her teeth at the feeling.
Her body is trembling, but you continue your task. She’s not shaking as much as you thought she would, but you know it’s not because you’re not doing your job. Sweet girl. And while you know she’s aches to be quiet, there’s something deviant in you that desires for her to get a little loud without care for consequences. You continue to work on her with a fond devotion that makes her feel like it’s just you and her for miles.
Squeezing her hand in yours, you use it as a way to check in on her, but she is not immediately responsive. She feels it all; the tenseness is her stomach growing larger, you working on her and not letting up. Grace usually has an assortment of toys that she used to get her to where she needs to be until she climaxes and can continue with her day. Though with you attached to her like this, it felt much more different than batteries could give and there is no way in hell that she would ask for it to end.
As the time passes, you hum at her taste. She soaks your face more than you anticipated, but it drives you to keep going. The analyst pulses against your face, tongue trapping her bud against your top lip; suckling mischievously. It’s as though she’s even scared to move. If you lost your place on her, you would’ve found it again, but you don’t blame a girl over her nerves.
“Ah– shit!” hissing, the woman doubles over, glasses falling off of her face and onto the ground, luckily not breaking in the process. Grace on the other hand is too out of it to care, lips apart, her gasping for air turning more into groans. “Please, please keep going.”
Her wish? Your command and with you more than willing to oblige, her body losing its posture. “Please…”
You don’t let up on her. Not when the hand she has in yours shakes, not when her hips shiver against you and especially not when she seizes against the bathroom sink, throwing her head back and calling out your name in relief. When Grace finishes, it’s uneven, loud and messy. Your mouth has nothing left to do after you devour her clean, but your hands hold out for her when she sinks onto her knees in front of you.
“Fuck– Grace?” you ask, holding her body close to you, kissing the top of her head as her body relaxes into your chest. “Grace,” you demand, hoping to get a word out of her.
“I’m okay,” she promises, “I’m fine.”
Sighing out, fall to your bottom, resting your back against the tub as you hold her. “I told you that it was better to get it instead of reading about it,” teasing her, your head falls back. All of that work you put in made you tired. Your eyes shut with only a few seconds passing until your girlfriend’s lips press against yours. Her body is limp in your hold, lazily climbing into your lap.
“Thank you,” Grace chuckles. “You’re right.” she admires your tired face, smiling though you don’t spare Grace a glance. “Oh!” reaching over for her lenses, she pops them on once more. “So…” she waits for you to look at her, kissing you one more time before speaking again. “I want to learn– how to do that to you.”
Chuckling, you shake your head. “You can do whatever you want to me when I'm done wearing you out.”
“And when is that?”
Smirking, “What else haven’t you done?”
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