Grace Ashcroft x AFAB F!reader
w/c: not completely sure but for sure less than 3k
Content: established relationship. set after RE9 with mentions of Emily and Sherry, jealous behaviors from reader, light finger sucking and marking (r!receiving), Eater!Grace, overstimulation (you just taste so good), fingering (r!receiving), Grace begs for it. Grace is actually so secure in this relationship, she knows she doesn't have to prove anything, but wants to prove it anyway. pwp. idk if i missed anything.
A/N: Inspired by this post by @what-does-the-creator-desire . Hope this is somewhat aligned with what you had in mind. This could for sure be better but hopefully we get the point. Writers block is a bitch, work this week was ROUGH, and i'm still new to writing smut (triple homicide).
It was supposed to be a simple girls night out with your three closest friends. An event that Grace didn't even want to attend initially. But she was watching you get ready and you just looked so good. Like in a way that was plain unfair. You wore jeans that hugged you just right and, fuck, that top. Grace could picture it clear as day- Women, men, and everyone in between trying to get a piece is whats hers. It was a moment of weakness, when Grace asked to tag along, but wow if you didn't pounce at the opportunity.
"Emi, want to sleep over at Sherrys tonight?" You'd asked before even saying that Grace could go. Emily said yes, something about face masks and Frozen Two.
You grabbed your phone immediately, an extremely pleased look on you face. You found Sherrys contact in your favorites, and called to ask if Emily could sleep over before Grace could change her mind about going. Of course Sherry said yes, again, face masks and Frozen Two.
Then, you texted your friends to tell them you'd be an hour late but you'd be bringing a surprise. You and Emily did Graces makeup, styled her hair, and helped her pick an outfit (you totally chose for her). The three of you finished just in time for Sherry to arrive at the apartment to pick up Emily.
You and Grace said bye to Sherry and Emily, and started the short walk to the club.
That's how you and your girlfriend ended up here, pushing your way through a crowded club. Grace is only now realizing the club is hosting a Lesbians night. There are almost no men, which feels a little more comfortable. Usually men ignore her existence and flirt with you right in front of her, it drives her insane.
You finally find a familiar face in the crowd, your best friend Kory. She's flanked by two of your other friends, Eve and Nina. They stand at a tall table littered with purses and beverages. They all have giant smiles on their faces clearly pleased with Grace being the surprise.
"Oh my God," Kory gasps when the two of you reach the group. "The elusive Grace Ashcroft crashing girls night? Has Hell frozen over?"
She pulls Grace into a non-lingering hug, which Grace returns in her adorably awkward way. Kory then moves to hug you.
Eve and Nina also take turns hugging you and Grace. Grace smiles bashfully, as if she hasn't known your friends for ages. They all look so happy to see her.
You gather around the table and start chatting.
"So," Nina starts. "How's motherhood treating our favorite mama and mommy?
Everyone knows that to get Grace talking, Emily is a fantastic subject to choose.
"Uh, Emily's great," Grace says. "She's learning to read more advanced books."
"I've been homeschooling her, but we think she'll be ready to go to school with the other kids in no time," you add.
"She keeps on asking about meeting her mamas friends," Grace says. "Maybe we could do dinner sometime?"
"Yes, of course," Eve says, Kory and Nina nod with her.
Grace initiating plans with your friends feels great. You catch yourself thinking that tonight is shaping up to be a really good night. Grace looks over at you while everyone else talks, and smiles. You smile back at her, genuinely content.
After about fifteen minutes of catching up, Grace leans over to whisper to you. "Do you want a drink? I'm thirsty."
"I know," she laughs low and prideful, earning some giggles and sideways glances from your friends.
Grace excuses herself with a shy kiss on your cheek and heads over to the crowded bar.
"How'd you convince her to come out?" Eve asks.
"She actually asked to come," you say, voice coated in disbelief. "She said it was something about my outfit?"
"You do look really sexy," Kory says, scanning your outfit. "New jeans?"
"Yeah, Grace picked them," you say with a cheeky smile.
"Ugh, I need to find a girlfriend," Nina sighs, looking away wistfully.
"You're so dramatic," you snort. "You could have a girlfriend, you just don't love commitment."
"Hey, we're twenty three," Nina defends herself. "Not everyone finds the love of their life so early."
"Oh, looks like Grace needs help," Eve laughs, but stops when you whip your head toward the bar.
There's a girl, basically cornering Grace against the bar. Okay, she's not that close to her, but still, she's giggling and twirling her hair- obviously flirting. And Grace, holding your drinks, is doing the tight smile and nod that she only does when she's trying to make polite conversation with a stranger.
"Was she born yesterday?" Kory scoffs, but you're no longer paying any attention to the table. "Grace looks so uncomfortable."
You narrow your eyes at the two. The girl is pretty. Her loosely curled hair bounces as she laughs performatively. You think Grace is hilarious- and she is- but you know that upon first meeting her she is not that funny. Grace isn't even engaged in the conversation. Maybe this girl was born yesterday.
Talk about a mood killer.
"Oh fuck no," you say, a sense of possessiveness settling deep in your being.
Before any of your friends can say anything, you take off in Graces direction, some senseless cavewoman instinct screaming mine, mine, mine.
Grace catches sight of you coming over and looks instantly relieved. The girl turns around, and smiles. She has a kind smile really, so kind that it almost makes you feel bad for how uncomfortable you're about to make her. Almost.
"Gracie, baby, there you are," you smile at your girl, looking past the random as you walk the rest of the way to her.
You make a point of sliding your arm around Graces waist when you reach her, an attempt at staking your claim in a politely obvious way.
"I want to go home," you say, looking at Grace with a whiney voice and overdone frown.
"What? Is everything okay?" Grace asks, genuine concern for you all over her face.
You look the girl right in her eyes before saying, "nope," then looking back to Grace. "I'm sorry, can we just go?"
Grace looks confused, clearly not understanding what's happening here. She looks between you and the girl.
"Y-yeah, of course," she says, stepping closer to you. "Let's give these to the girls and then we can go."
You possesively link your arm with Graces and lead her back to the table, not even sparing the girl a second glance.
"Jealous, jealous girl," Kory tsks when you get back to the table.
Grace closes rolls her eyes closed, breathing out, finally getting it.
"Hush," you say, with a tense glare. "We're going home."
Usually leaving early would earn a couple of boos from your friends, but they know better than to push right now.
You and Grace leave the club, you hold her hand a little tighter than usual. The walk home is silent, and somehow feels much longer than the walk there. Grace only looks at you through her peripheral. You feel like you should say something, but you have no idea what to say. You've never felt jealousy like that, but then again, you've never seen someone else flirt with Grace.
When the two of you enter you apartment, you kick off your shoes, and Grace does the same. You park yourself down on the sofa. Embarrassed, you rest your elbows on your knees, and hide your face in your hands.
Grace sits on the floor next to your legs. You sit in silence for a bit before Grace speaks.
"Are you angry with me?" She asks, not looking at you.
You pop your head up immediately, heart dropping. "No, God, Grace, no," you say, panicking. Grace is quick to stop your spiral.
"I didn't think so, I just wanted to make sure," she says, moving to kneel in front of you. She looks up at you. "I'm sorry she made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry I didn't tell her to get lost."
"No, no, she was just too close," you lean back against the couch cushions, once again covering your face with your hands. "It's not your fault, this is a me thing."
"I'm sorry," she repeats. There's something a little extra in her voice, so subtle you think you may be imagining it. You feel Grace rest her chin on your knee. "Let me make it up to you."
"You don't have to make anything up to me," you say, absentmindedly threading your hand through her hair, leaving your eyes covered by the back of one of your forearms.
"Let me," she whines, breathy and needy.
You weren't imagining it, apparently.
You look down to see her face is contorted into that perfect puppy-like pout. Eyebrows pulled together, dilated pupils, lip lightly pulled between her teeth. But she's not looking up at you... She's making direct eye contact with your jean-covered cunt. She looks hungry.
"Oh," you breathe out, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your lower belly. "Grace, really it's okay-"
"Please," she begs again, wetting her lips with her tongue. "I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget all about it-" She swallows, hard, "please."
She shifts on her knees in front of you, trying to find friction in her jeans.
When you don't answer immediately, she honest to God whimpers, like she's about to start crying. You lift her chin off of your knee, thumb hovering just over her lips. She looks up at you glossy-eyed through her pretty lashes. She keeps eye contact as she takes your thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then coming off of it with a pop- before adding a little kitten lick and soft kiss. "Please," Graces whispers again, a soft plea.
Suddenly everything is hot, clothes are too restrictive, and Grace- Fuck- Grace is in front of you on her knees begging you to let her eat you out. Any last shred of apprehension flies right out of the window.
"Fuck, okay," you say. Graces eyebrows pull down, dissatisfied with your answer. You sigh, so turned on its painful. "Yes."
"Oh, thank you," she says, so fast to unbutton your jeans.
She makes quick work of pulling them off of you, with the assistance of you lifting your hips, she balls them up and haphazardly throws them to the side. She parts your knees and audibly moans at the sight of the spot of wetness that's grown in the middle of the fabric of your panties. She leans in without warning, breathing in deep, really taking in your scent.
"Love the way you smell," she says, turning her head slightly to kiss your inner thigh. "Taste so fucking good."
Grace eagerly places two kisses over your underwear as her fingers loop around their waistband. You lift your hips for her again allowing her to pull the strip of fabric down, she tosses it to the side as well.
Grace pulls you by the hips to the edge of the sofa cushion, you grab one of the throw pillows and place it behind you for comfort. She kisses your inner thigh, once, then twice before biting down just hard enough to make you yelp. But as quick as the pain appears it disappears when her tongue darts out and she soothes the spot by sucking.
"Grace," you breathe out, carding your fingers through her hair again, lightly tugging this time to pull her away from the distraction that is marking up you thighs. She whines, looking up at you. "Be good, don't tease," you say.
She nods, of course, always so eager to please. She pulls your legs over her shoulders, and gets straight to work, lapping directly at your core. She moans at the taste, sending the vibrations of her pleasure straight through you. You gasp, bucking your hips, just enough to frustrate her. She wraps her arms around your lower torso, holding you firmly in place. You tend forget how strong Graces arms actually are until she's holding you down in this way.
She eats you like she's starved. Like she's an inmate on death row and you're her last meal. Mumbling soft praises against your pussy. Love you so much, taste so good, so pretty. She doesn't so much as come up for air.
She breaks from licking at your hole, just to start kissing and sucking at your clit. You feel a warm, familiar feeling building upon itself.
"Oh, fuck, haah, Grace," you manage to get out through your breath trying to catch up with your body. She moans in response, the vibrations from her moans forcing you to bite back a scream. "Almost there, Gracie, just like like that."
You cover Graces hand with yours that isn't fisted in her hair. Every bit of pleasure she's so happily giving you spills over in the form of your thighs clamping down around her head. Your whole body shakes, and you're probably pulling way too hard at her hair, but she keeps eating you through it, moaning like she's the one who's cumming.
And even after. Grace continues her pattern of kissing, licking, and sucking. You can't will yourself to keep quiet. Pornographic noises escape you, no doubt pissing off the neighbors, but egging Grace on all the same.
What is essentially a sob erupts from your throat as Grace pulls another orgasm from you. But again, Grace does not stop, she inserts one, then two fingers into you. Your vision blurs as she massages you from the inside all while staying latched onto your clit.
"Just one more," she mumbles, more to herself than you. "Please, just one more."
Every nerve in your body simultaneously screams for less and for more, all the while you hold Grace still in her place between your legs. It's not long before you crumple in on yourself, having to push Grace away because it just hurts too good.
You feel miles away from your body. You lay back, eyes closed as you try desperately to catch your breath. After a few moments you muster up the strength to look at her. She's still on her knees in front of you, watching. A mix of her spit and your cum coats her mouth and chin, almost dripping down her neck.
Silently, she stands, sitting herself down on the couch next to you. She pulls your face to the side with her hand, making you look at her, just so she can beckon you to come sit on her lap. You're still naked from the waist down and you feel boneless, yet you manage, less-than-gracefully coming to straddle her. She pulls you in by the back of your head to the crook of her neck, while rubbing soothing circles on your back over your shirt.
"Thank you," she whispers, voice so sweet in contrast to the way she just fucked you. You nod with a weak hum.
The two of you stay like this while she lets you find yourself. She speaks again after a few minutes.
"You know I'm yours right?" She asks softly.
"Yeah," you whisper back, barely awake.
"Good," she whispers, with a light and pleased laugh.
She feels your weight growing heavier on top of her.
"Don't fall asleep, honey," she says. "We need to shower."
"Just twenty minutes," you mumble. "Please?"
"Okay," you feel her nod with her words. "Twenty minutes."
