* these are practices as well obviously, but in the fics they'll be portrayed as specific kinks of the characters
What I don't write:
G!p jenna, minor characters, any sort of morbid violence, male!reader, rape or rape kink, dubcon, noncon, infatilization, g!p reader, g!n reader
What I'm not entirely comfortable writing but you can ask, maybe if I like the idea I'll do it:
Dom!jenna, dom!characters, sub!reader, heavy angst, wednesday x reader, wenclair, cnc, spanking/impact play.
-> I like to challenge myself through writing, so really, don't be afraid to request for these tropes either way bc the request won't upset me even if I end up not writing it. Just keep in mind I might not (most likely).
Throughout my writing I think I've always portrayed the importance of consent and boundaries, and so I hope mines are understood and respected as well. I love receiving requests and interacting with you, but if I get requests that overstep these rules, I'll have to ignore them, and potentially block if it gets insistent.
That being said, my inbox is open for any type of doubts you may have after reading this (kinks and tropes I might have forgotten, concerns...)
a/n: little drabble to get out of my cave. Exams went well, lesbianism will go better
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Before the day becomes a tumult of cameras, makeup and hairstyle tests and running of scripts, Jenna likes to enjoy the first dawns of the day with her dog.
Twigs pants with enthusiasm as she walks Jenna across the beautiful park of Los Angeles that she has chosen for this morning. She tends to choose a different park everyday; both to avoid monotony and possible stalkers.
Lost in her thoughts, she's startled at the sudden tug. Twigs wriggles out of her grip storming away before Jenna can stop her.
"Hey!" Jenna shouts outstanding her dog's barks, running behind her, but before she can get too desperate, she realizes Twigs is not running without thinking- she's actually running towards you.
Seeing a cute, black, slim puppy jogging in your direction is not something that scares you, of all things. It actually shoots a rush of dopamine all throughout your body, with all the love you have towards animals; particularly to pretty dogs like this.
"Hey, you" you murmur to the dog when you receive her, squatting and caressing her head and back. The dog is trying to kiss your face, and you take the opportunity to grab the leash.
"Gosh, sorry. She never gets like this" you hear a voice above you and look up.
Okay, she looks familiar. Actually, you know who this is. And damn, she's much more beautiful in person.
"No worries" you manage to say after long seconds well needed to gather your thoughts, standing straight. There are, really, no thoughts to gather- just process the fact that you've stumbled upon Jenna Ortega herself, and her cute dog...
"Is this Twigs?"
You regret asking that the second you see her reaction. She frowns ever so slightly, first confused, then untrusting. But her dog keeps barking at you happily, asking for more cuddles, and when you lean down a bit to keep caressing the animal, she sighs in relaxation.
"She doesn't usually like women" She says softly, more to herself. You are grateful that she has chosen to ignore your previous comment, not confirm nor deny.
"Damn, that's a choice" you joke looking up as you tap at Twig's chest, she licks your cheek. Jenna is smiling.
Your eyes meet for a bit too long, and then she scratches her nape and looks away. Have you made her nervous?
Standing up fully again and now more confident, you alternate between looking at her and her dog. Finally, you offer her the leash. "It was lovely to meet this movie star. And to meet you, too" you say softly. She glances. Your tone is clearly flirty.
She laughs, "oh, you should feel honoured", she confirms. Maybe matching your tone.
She takes the leash from your hand, and your fingers brush. Much more than the necessary. If her tone was ambiguous just some seconds ago, her actions now are pretty obvious.
Putting your hands in the pockets of your jacket, you look at her calmly, relishing in the joy of making such a woman this nervous. She's trying to make it lowkey, trying to push Twigs towards her side, murmuring weak orders to her, while the puppy insists on nuzzling against your legs.
"Gosh, I'm sorry, this dog-"
"Maybe she's thirsty" you interrupt. She looks at you, surprised at the excuse. "I know a caffee nearby where they have a bowl of water for dogs right at the entrance."
She keeps staring, and her deep brown eyes shoot deep into your heart. She probably has a bottle of water in that excessively big bag of hers, but she doesn't seem interested in sharing such information. "It's really close" you add, taking advantage of her clear hesitation.
You maintain eye contact and she seems to like that. She then scans you looking up and down, Twigs still obsesively nuzzling your calf. Her brows tremble ever so slightly; she's quick at hiding her emotions. But you can assume she's overall surprised.
Surprised that Twigs likes you, surprised that you've made it clear that you like herself. Surprised that she likes you.
"Can I get you a coffee, then?" She finally asks so politely, her tone switching up in a mix of sarcasm and shyness.
You smile. The way in which she disguises her emotions is really endearing.
"Would be my pleasure" you nod gravely, and she can't help to laugh - an honest laugh- at the awkwardness, yet strangely comfortable situation this encounter has headed for.
Summary: Larissa might feel a little needy for her wife’s warmth and attention after a rough day at work but she won’t admit it… so she will try and make you needy.
Warnings: +18, Larissa being cuddly and domestic, smut, soft sesbian lex, kind of bratty reader (barely), Larissa not having it, teasing, oral sex, fingering, slight choking and hair pulling, no mention of y/n, no physical description of reader.
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: HAII, I’m back! My god, I’m so sorry for ghosting you all this time. A lot has happened and I haven’t had the inspiration to write at all. I have tried over and over again but my pretty little brain wasn’t cooperating, but hey, here you have me! Anyways this is short but it’s kinda what I’ve been craving these weeks, so I hope you like it! Mwah!(also I could appreciate some requests, my brain is fried rn)
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It has been an awful long day to Larissa. Long, boring meeting with parents, Wednesday just being herself again with who knows what mess this time, a lot of lost students waiting to be led, endlessly stacks of paperwork… it was exhausting, and the only thought that kept her from crashing out was you.
You waiting at home for her, the warmth of your arms, your silky voice greeting her, asking her how her day went, your soft hands running through her hair as you undo her bun, and your gentle kisses with those, oh so perfect, lips of yours.
And just when the clock ticked and marked her finish hour she immediately got up from her desk with a sigh and shut down her laptop. Her heels clicking the marble floor she walked towards the office door, grabbing her coat and handbag from the coat rack by the door, her mind still on you as she threw it on, how you probably were laying on your couch watching one of your sitcoms she always found ridiculous as you waited for her.
She exited her office with a soft click of the door, walking down the already empty, dark hallways towards the main entrance. She bid her goodbyes to a few coworkers that still were chatting at the packing lot and went to her car, letting out a soft, relieved huff as she did.
Meanwhile back at home there you were, laid down as you, barely, watched the tv, your eyes going to the wall clock from time to time, waiting for your wife to finally come home. And just then you heard the faint sound of her key unlocking the door, you instantly sat up and looked over the back of the couch, smiling gently when you saw your tall, beautiful wife walk in.
When Larissa’s eyes fell on you the corner of her lips lifted up in the first genuine smile of the day “my love… hi” her voice sounded exhausted, overwhelmed even.
That’s when your brows frowned down slightly “hi Riss” your soft voice immediately calmed Larissa down, and before you go to stand up her voice stopped you.
“Oh no, stay there, darling” she said while she carried her feet to the couch, stepping out of her heels as she did so, hanging her coat on the armchair nearby and finally, she plopped down the couch next to you with, which left the hundredth sigh of the day.
“Rough day?” You murmured softly to her as you shifted closer, your knees touching the fabric of the skirt of her dress. Your hand went up to cup her cheek, your thumb gently caressing her cheekbone, smiling softly as you saw her eyes close and lean into your touch.
“Hmm… you have no idea” she muttered out while she wrapped her arms around your frame and pulled you even closer, almost landing on her lap “but suddenly I’m feeling much better” she opened her eyes again, those big blue eyes looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world making your heart flutter, a thing she always managed to do even without her knowing.
“Oh, I wonder why that might be” you chuckle softly and lean in, your lips pressing against hers in a gentle lingering kiss before you pull away and see her eyes soften even more “are you hungry? I made pasta if you want-“ your own squeal interrupted you, as you were getting up to prepare her the dinner she immediately pulled you back down and looked you with a soft scold.
“No, you’re staying here” Larissa scolded you before she gently pulled you down onto the couch and laid on top of you “right now all I need is my favourite cuddle bear” she mutter softly as she rested her head on your collarbone, her body almost crushing you down, not that you minded one bit tho.
You let out a slight chuckle at her actions and slid your hand into her up do, scratching her scalp gently “yes ma’am…”
Larissa let out a soft hum, her eyes closing as she felt your fingers through her hair, her lips twitching up when you started too slowly undo her bun, just like she daydreamed earlier at work. Her body relaxed into yours, like an ice cube melting under the sunlight.
You were her sunlight.
After a while of just laying there in each other’s arms, your chin rested on her head as your fingers still played with her, now, undone hair. Larissa’s ear pressed on your chest, your heartbeat like a lullaby to her, her racing mind now totally calmed down. Her hand slowly slid into the hem of your silk sleeping shirt, her soft skin brushing against yours as she made her way up, stopping just below your chest, her thumb caressing your under breast.
You shifted slightly under her touch, your eye opening before you look down at her. You know exactly what she was trying to do, your eyebrow raised as she lifted her head and looked back at you with those blue eyes, now with a hint of mischief in them, her hand slowly sliding further up, covering your breast as she slowly pinched your nipple between her fingers “Riss-“ your voice got caught by the feel of her hand pressing harder “not so exhausted anymore, I see”
Her lips twitched up in a little smirk at that “no… not anymore” she almost purred before she shifted, pulling herself between your legs, her free hand resting next to your head on the couch “I do am feeling a little hungry now”
“Hungry you say? Well, there’s still the pasta right on the-“
“Not for food, love” she interrupted with a mutter while she lowered her, still painted, lips on you jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck.
You chuckled softly and tilted, almost unconsciously, your head sideways for her “oh I know… I was just trying to mess with you” you hum softly with a smile and let your hands travel down to her cheeks, lifting her head to make her look at you “but I guess you’re a little bit needy tonight”
“Me? Needy? Oh please, love…” she chuckled huskily, the sound making you shiver “let’s see who’s the one needy in a few minutes, huh?” Her voice lowered as she brushed her lips against yours, subconsciously making you part your lips slightly for her, your eyes closing when she finally pressed her lips against yours.
You let out a low hum as Larissa pushed her tongue into your mouth, letting her lead the kiss as she deepened it, her lipstick smearing all over your lips while you felt her hand travelled down your waist to your hip, gripping it slightly, almost possessive.
Meanwhile your hands slide down to her back, pulling down the zip of her dress slowly, letting the sleeves fall down her arms “I hate this dress… take it off” you breath out against her lips and look up at her.
“Oh? So this is how it is now?” The older woman chuckled and lowered her head, biting at you neck softly, but you know it was a warning “you tell me what to do, love?”
“It was only a suggestion” you mutter and roll your eyes playfully.
“Mhm, sure it was” she chuckled against your skin before she sat up on her knees, looking down at you before she pulled her dress up her head, throwing it away somewhere in the living room.
You practically melted at the sight of her in just her red lingerie, matching her lips, always so perfect, so beautiful.
“My eyes are up here, my love” her voice pulled you out of your mind, making you look up at her and seeing her smug smirk at your staring.
“What? Can’t I look at my wife in peace now?” You roll your eyes again, trying to defend yourself but you instantly pulled your attitude aside when Larissa grabbed your ankles and pulled you flat down on the couch, making you squeal in surprise.
“Quit rolling those eyes, sweetheart. Don’t be a brat” she scolded you with a raised eyebrow and you blushed immediately, she definitely wasn’t playing games tonight…
“Sorry” you say with a low voice, the sight of your face making her soften, letting out a sigh she lowered back down on top of you, pulling you into a slow kiss.
Her hands went to the hem of your sleeping shorts, patting your hip gently as she pushed them down, you immediately understood and lifted your hips, letting her take your shorts and underwear off.
“Don’t apologise sweetheart, just… don’t be a brat tonight” she whispered against your lips before she went down to kiss your neck.
You smiled instantly and nodded, biting your lip as she kissed down to your chest “I’ll try” you breath out softly and heard her chuckle, nipping at your collarbone before she pulled your shirt up to your chest, letting you take it off completely.
She stopped for a moment, looking down at you, her eyes filled with desire as she took you in “so beautiful” she breathed out softly, her fingers running down your sides, making you shiver before she leaned down, her lips wrapping around your harden nipple.
You let out a surprised, low moan, your back arching into her “Larissa…” you let out in a breathy gasp and look down at her, her eyes already on you as she slid her hand down your torso to your core, distracting you while she moved to your other nipple, her teeth sinking in “god-“ you hissed softly in pain and pleasure, you head falling back into the couch.
“What? Can’t handle a little biting, love?” She hummed softly with a smirk on her face, biting the skin of your ribs, her fingers, very slowly, sliding past your clit to your core, making you huff softly and grab the cushion behind you.
“You’re evil” you mutter lowly while you look down at her, gulping down a moan as you feel her fingers spread your wetness to your clit, her fingers lightly circling it, knowing it would drive you crazy “Larissa” you repeat her name in soft whine.
“Now now… guess you’re a little needy tonight” oh… so she’s taking revenge for calling her needy.
Great.
You huff softly and throw your head back in defeat, feeling her laugh against your hip, kissing softly before she laid between your legs “no come back, love?” She said in a playful tone and planted a kiss just over your clit.
“No” you just mutter and look down at her again, rolling your hips slightly but she quickly pushed them down to keep you still “Riss” you whine again at her.
“If you want it you know how to ask for it, my love…” she hums softly and resumes her teasing, her breath hitting your core, making your skin break into goosebumps. She knew exactly what she was doing to you…
And you loved it.
“Larissa” you sighed, your voice almost desperate as you slowly slid your fingers into her hair, trying to pull her head into you but she quickly swatted your hand away, making you groan.
“What did I say?” She raised her eyebrow at you “or do I have to punish you? And it won’t be a pleasurable one, sweetheart… I can assure you that”
And by her tone you knew she was being very serious… and you never said no to a punishment, but right now? You just needed her.
So you just gave in to her, like you always ended up doing “… please, Larissa, I need you” you whispered, the desperation obvious now. Earning a satisfied hum from the blonde woman you felt her mouth on you in a breath.
Throwing your head back you moaned softly, feeling her mouth suck on your clit expertly, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make your mind cloud completely.
And then her fingers started to tease your entrance, making you grip her hair and roll your hips towards her in need “fuck… Larissa, please-" your plead died down with a gasp, feeling her fingers easily slide into your core.
"What was that? Care to repeat it, honey?" Larissa said teasingly, feeling her smirk against your skin you let out a huffed laugh that turned into a soft moan as she thrusted her fingers into you.
"I don’t even know why I keep putting up with you" you whisper breathlessly already and bite down your lip, your brows furrowing down in pleasure as she hits just the right spot.
"Because… you love me, and… I give you the best orgasms of your life, baby" her silky voice hums out and before you can bite back she flats she tongue on your clit and curl her fingers inside of you, making you tilt your head back with a moan.
Larissa just chuckles against you at your lack of response "so fucked up already you can’t even answer me. Or… you know how right I am… hm?"
She looks up at you, her free hand sliding up your abdomen to your breast again, pinching your nipple when the only response she get is a soft groan "answer me" she says softly but firmly.
"Y-yes, fuck… yes, Riss" you manage to breath out as she pinches your nipple again. With a satisfied smile she dives back into your clit, making you choke out a moan as she licks and suck on it, her fingers not easing her thrusts, slow but deep, knowing exactly what you needed.
But just in a second she pulled out, making you whimper at the loss and look down at her with a frown, your chest heaving "what you doing?" You ask her in confusion as you watch her crawl up your body.
"Shh, love…" she just hushed you with a kiss before she grabs your waist and suddenly turns you over, earning a surprised sound "just a change of plans…" she breathes against your ear while she slips a cushion under your hips.
You gulp down softly at the sudden change and feel your cheeks flush when she covers your body with hers, her bra now gone so you feel her harden nipples against your back, her hand slowly slipping between your body and cushion back between your legs.
"Just… needed to feel you squirm under me" she whispers into your ear, making you shiver before she slides back into you smoothly, instantly setting a deep, faster pace. You moan into the couch, your hands gripping whatever they could.
‘Tch, tch. None of that" you hear the blonde woman say before she grips your hair and tugs it back "I want to hear you" she nips at your earlobe as she starts to go faster.
You gasp at her tug, your walls clenching around her fingers as you moan out, no words being able to come out of your mouth as she curls up her fingers, her palm pressing against your clit while she sneaks her arm around your neck, choking you slightly.
"Riss- fuck" you whimper out as you grip her arm, your nails digging in as you squirm under her, feeling your release build up rapidly. Your legs tremble under her, hips twitching against the cushion almost desperately as you feel her ragged breath into your ear.
"Come on, love… come for me" Larissa breathes out as she keeps her pace, her arm tightening just slightly around your neck, just to make your eyes roll back and nails dig further into her skin, leaving marks behind.
And that is all it takes for your body to snap, tensing against her as your orgasm hits you like a truck, letting out a soft cry as you spasm around her fingers.
After Larissa rides you out of your high, whispering soft praises against your ear, slowly retreats her hand from you, chuckling as she hears a small disappointed sound from your throat and slips the cushion from under your hips, gently turning you back around.
She smiles at your flushed, heaving state. Your breath coming out in soft pants, your cheeks faintly redden from your orgasm. You slowly open your eyes as her fingers gently tuck your, now messy, hair behind your ear, smiling hazily at her.
“Such a good girl" Larissa hums before she leans down to kiss your lips, her tongue lazily invading your mouth as her hand draws soft circles on your hip, her fingers still wet against your skin as you cup her cheeks in your own hands "I love you"
Her soft whisper makes you smile again against her lips and you look up at her, you eyes full of love "I love you too" you whisper and kiss her again.
Larissa ends the kiss after a long moment before she lays down on your chest. The two of you just enjoying the after bliss, holding each other and listening to the faint sound of rain starting to fall outside of the house.
"Pasta, you said? I could use some now" Larissa suddenly mutters after a while, making you giggle softly before you kiss her forehead and slowly get up from the couch, almost making the other woman groan at the loss of your warmth.
You dressed back on in your sleep shirt and panties as you walked to the kitchen and prepared your wife her plate, not long after you feel her long arms sneak around your waist from behind, making you smile softly as she leaves a kiss on your shoulder.
"You know, you could have stayed naked for this… we’re far from done anyways, just giving you a break" she murmurs against your skin and squeezes your sides slightly, making you chuckle with a faint blush.
"Well, sorry I don’t want to freeze to death" You playfully say before you turn around in her arms with her plate "eat, Misses… funny business later" you give her a wink and peck her pouting lips before the woman sits at the island at eats her dinner.
After Larissa finishes her paste she gets up and sets her plate in the sink before she turns to you, already with a smirk "now…" she hums softly before she grabs your waist, making you chuckle and rest your hands in her arms, biting your lip as you see the playful glint in her eyes "time for round two"
And just like that she guides you upstairs to your bedroom, the, now dark, house filling with soft laugh as you almost trip on the stairs, her hands tightening around your waist in protection, her soft breath tingling your ear "got you"
Summary: Protective Tara helps you regulate a panic attack and acts all supportive and reassuringly with you.
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings: description of a panic attack (not morbidly tho), description of dark thoughts.
n/a: pretty proud of this one, healed me in a way. Hope it resonates with you in a good way <3
English is not my first language, sorry if there's some mistakes
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You've been really fucked up lately.
Things aren't going your way this past couple weeks -maybe even months if you really think about it-, and you start to think that maybe you're just not supposed to succeed.
Everything you feel passionate about doesn't make you feel anything anymore. It's been a fucking while since you last felt satisfaction, since you last felt sated.
You take a long walk before coming back home, thinking about all of this. Several feelings pile up in your head- disappointment, loneliness, fear- and a feverish sensation that everything is falling apart invades you.
Your hand is already trembling when you grab your keys. They tinkle nervously as you open the door.
The sound of the TV reaches your ears, Tara is home. Usually you'd sigh in relief, but tonight you'd rather be alone. You have this overwhelming desire to hide.
"Babe, finally! I was getting worried" Tara is walking towards you, and she immediately brows when she sees you.
You're standing there, freezed, with your hands trembling. Suddenly you feel dizzy, you bring up one hand and rub your forehead, dazed. The entrance of your home is spinning, and your vision is blurred at the corners.
Your breath is ragged before you can control it. Air comes in and out of your lungs at a frantical speed. You try to focus on Tara, to look at her, but everything around you feels surreal.
She steps closer warily, trying to read the room. From her point of view, it looks like your having some sort of an anxiety attack.
You manage to step back, maybe trying to run away from her, maybe trying to bring yourself back to this room. Your back reaches the wall, you splay out your hands, feeling the cool concrete against your palms. God, you're scared.
She stands in front of you, her eyebrows furrowed in concern, her eyes flickering between yours. She's stressed out, but manages not to show her desperation.
"Babe, listen to me. Please, just listen to what I'm doing" she says feidging calm. Her voice is husky and soft, soothing. You manage to nod.
She starts breathing deeply. Your eyes dart between her features, taking in the way in which her shoulders raise and fall calmly. Her eyelids flutter with each breath, you can hear the air going into her nostrils, and coming out of her mouth. Unconciously, you start to mimic her.
Your lungs are keeping the air inside them gradually longer now. Little by little, her beautiful face seems defined again.
She dares to gently rub your shoulders with her soft hands. "You're standing here with me", she whispers.
You wiggle your toes in your shoes. She's right, you're standing there, and you can feel your feet again, carrying your weight.
You manage to nod slightly, a short movement of your head. She nods too, her gaze determined yet gentle.
"That's right, sweetheart. You're here with me." She leans in a little closer, but still keeping a distance. Her hands slide down your arms, until she gently grazes your wrists with the tip of her fingers.
You look down. You rotate your hands, placing them palms up. She places hers facing the floor, their palms touching softly. She takes a step closer.
"Keep breathing like that, baby, you're doing so well", she whispers sweetily. You lean in too, your foreheads pressing softly.
You both breath together, steadily and deeply. You flutter your eyes shut, she squeezes your hands twice.
You coulnd't know how long you two stay there, at the entrance of your house, just breathing together with your eyes closed.
"Can you hug me really tight?" You ask weakily after a while.
"Of course, my love", she mutters as she let go of your hands, only to wrap her arms around you and gently pull you closer to her.
It might surprise a lot of people how strong she is considering her short height, but you know Tara has been through a lot, and to survive Ghostface, you gotta be tough. She is. She is tough with everyone but you.
She squeezes you tightly, you can feel her body pressed protectively against yours, her arms holding you firm and safe.
You hug her back, your hands caressing her back as you bury your face in the crook of her neck and inhale her scent. You close your eyes again, squeezing them.
"I'm so lucky to have you" you murmur in a high pitched, vulnerable tone. Your voice cracks, thick with emotion.
"Shh..." She soothes you, "no big deal..."
"It is" you argue, trailing off. "I've been getting like this a lot lately. I can tell it's too much..." You mumble, avoiding her gaze.
"Hey" she interrupts. Her hands slide to cup your face. "You're not 'too much', you're my girlfriend." She's looking at you intently, with her characteristic determined gaze. "Your feelings are never 'too much' for me".
Your eyes are watery now, and your bottom lip trembles. Her gaze softens. "Aw, my love..." she whispers, hugging you again.
You stifle a whimper and hide in her neck again. You squeeze your eyes shut in frustration and your hands become fists against her back.
"Hey, please, don't" she requests softly. "It's okay to cry, baby..." You sob quietly damping the fabric of her shirt.
She puts an arm around your neck and leads you into the living room. You sit on the couch, a shitty reality show is playing in the background.
She once told you she likes to watch this kind of shows when she misses you. Not just when you're appart, but when you get distant and nonchalant. You shake your head, ashamed of yourself.
You wipe away the tears and swallow hard. "I know I've been a mess lately. I'm so sorry" you say eagerly, looking at your fidgety hands.
"I know you're sorry" she concedes, rubbing your back soothingly. "You know I get you."
"You do" you glance at her, your gazes finally locking. "But that doesn't make it fair".
"I don't give a fuck about fair" she blurts out, her voice soft despite her harsh words. "I'm not running away. This is something we can do together".
You sigh and look down again. She is always like this- so determined, sure, reliable. And you're...
"I don't deserve you" you mutter almost inaudibly. You flinch, expecting her to snap.
Instead, she sighs too. "What I hear is that you don't see yourself deserving of genuine love and patience. Is that it?" she asks warily.
You brow in confusion and pure pain. "I... Guess?", still avoiding her gaze.
You watch as her hands slip and grab one of yours. "Babe... What you're going through... It's perfectly understandable. And what pisses me off is that it's not your fault. Not at all." She leans in closer, seeking your gaze. You turn your head to look at her.
"Okay?" she resumes, "This is a series of fucked up circumstances that put you in this... Really uncomfortable situation" she hesitates, and you realize this is hard for her too- to communicate. But she's doing it for you.
"Things aren't going your way, but that doesn't mean you're doing anything wrong." She pauses, gauging your reaction, her mind racing with more thoughts.
"Maybe you're right" you agree at last, deciding to actually make an effort. She sighs in relief, relaxing slightly.
You lean back on the couch, sighing deeply. She snuggles closer, her head fits perfectly in your neck, and now she holds both of your hands with hers.
"It's just that... My mind keeps harrassing me" you decide to explain yourself. "It's like... I fload out of my body, I watch myself... And I just feel so... Pathetic." That last word comes out of your mouth in a weak whisper, and your cheeks blush in embarrassment.
She caresses your hands lovingly. "I feel that way sometimes too" she admits, which makes you tilt your head. She lifts hers, glancing at you.
"It's true. I can get really self-critical too. And I've gone through times when nothing felt... Right." She pauses.
"...Nothing seemed to be enough" you whisper at the same time. She nods.
"Yeah, that too" she agrees, resting her cheek on your shoulder again.
You realize this is all you need; comprehension. You don't need her to say something that will change your perspective, you don't need her to be that person. You just need someone to talk to. You just need to feel seen.
You pause, staring at the tv mindlessly, silent for some minutes. You both sigh at the same time, which makes you giggle softly.
"Oh, what's that cute sound?" she says flirtly, peeking up at you.
You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at your lips. "We spend too much time together", yo say in a low voice.
She shakes her head. "Not enough", she kisses your cheek. "I can't get enough of you" she adds, admiring your profile side.
Your breath hitches, you turn your head and find her intense stare.
She pauses, her eyes flickering between yours with a hint of hesitation. "Too much?"
You shake your head slowly and allow yourself to smile warmly. "Not at all." You squeeze her hands reassuring.
She sighs, still looking at you. Her brown eyes sparkle with affection, vulnerability and something else. A warm, genuine feeling.
"I think I'm falling for your anxious ass" she confesses, her lips curling up in a sly smile as she tilts her head cutely. Her cheeks flush pink, giving away her feigned cool demaenor.
You freeze for a second, your eyes darting between hers, looking for any sign of doubt. But she maintains your gaze, glazed in determination and love.
"I think I'm falling for you too" you mutter, the words coming off your lips naturally, as if the feeling had been there all along.
Her expression lights up, she raises her eyebrows and her lips part; she smiles.
She chuckles nerviously. "Don't play me, huh?" she tries to scoff. She's really good at helping you deal with your feelings, but it all turns into banter when it comes to her own.
"I'm not playing" you say in a low voice with a smile. You lean in closer, your noses brush. You lick your lips as you look at hers, then you look up meeting her gaze. "I love you".
Her breath hitches, she raises her eyebrows in surprise. You giggle softly. "Are this breaking news?" you ask sarcastically.
She swatts your arm lightly. "Shut up, you never said it before" she murmurs trailing off, looking down with a smile.
"Well, let me say it again then" you say more firmly, cupping the sides of her neck.
You look at her intently, she finally looks into your eyes. "I love you" you repeat, your voice firm and secure.
"You've been so incredible. The best girlfriend ever, actually. And in days like this, when I doubt everthing, even my own worth and existance... I am still certain about this one thing- that i love you".
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, she looks at you almost desperate. "You shouldn't put me up on such a pedestal", her voice is thick with emotion.
"I'm not" you softly argue, your smile grows wider. "I mean every damn word. And I know I'm not exaggerating." She seems to hesitate. "Tara, I see you. I'm not being delusional. You truly are the best".
A furtive tear runs across her cheek but she smiles back at you.
"You're pretty good too" she giggles before pressing her lips against yours.
You giggle against her mouth. You part your lips giving her access, she licks your bottom lip softly before diving into your mouth. You both tilt your heads, deepening the kiss. Your hands trail up to cup her face, her hands grasp your shirt.
"Hey", you pause after some seconds, pulling back slightly. "What if I don't... Get better?" You brow, your stomach shifting.
"We'll figure it out", she doesn't hesitate for a second.
"But it can get messier"
"We'll deal with it..."
"...I can be really..."
"....Together"
You pause, glancing at her. You try to decipt if she's being serious, but there's nothing to analize; really. Her transparent, straightforward demaenor really suits your fearful self.
"And I don't care" she resumes, rolling her eyes slightly, "I really don't care if it gets messy. You being a human isn't gonna scare me. So please, please, don't push me away anymore. You don't have to go through this alone." She smiles warmly, and the soothing tone in her voice is back.
Her words sink in, and your expression relaxes. She leans in closer. "Don't do it alone", she whispers almost pleading. You get this refreshing feeling as realization washes over you, that she really wants to do this with you.
"God, now I feel stupid because I always had this subconcious thought... That you were somehow forced to put up with my attitude, with my problems."
She parts her lips ready to refute, but instead she waits for you to really get it by yourself.
"But you're... Not?" You still hesitate.
She smiles softly. "I'm not, sweetheart. I'm with you of free will" she giggles lightly. You smile too.
"Jesus fuck, feels like a revelation..." You murmur embarrassed, covering your face as you smile seepishly. She laughs, the sound feeling like a blow of fresh air in the thick atmosphere of the conversation.
"Well, I'll make sure to remind you more frecuently, but yeah..." She strokes your cheek with the back of her fingers. You uncover your face and look at her intently.
"...You're not a burden, and I'm with you because I want to. And fuck it, i fucking love you too".
There is a sigh of relief, a release of air you had no idea you were holding.
"Fuck, thank God. I was starting to wonder if I stepped too far there" you tease, your shy smile still hanging on your lips.
She smirks, then cups your face tenderly. "You're biased", she teases back, resting her forehead on yours. "You get so caught up in your head that you don't even realize I'm just as infatuated as you".
Her words come out deeper than expected. You share a meaningful stare, realizing how right she is.
"Stop seeing through me so well" you tease softly, nudging her playfully.
She chuckles, then launches herself at you making you lay down on the couch. She captures your lips between hers and shuts you up with a reassuring, soft, firm kiss.
And as you make out in the peace of your home with this beautiful, unbelievably amazing woman, you dare to contemplate new possibilities, where things actually work out. And this lately missed feeling is warmly welcomed by you.
Summary: Tara likes to work on her self-defense. She only trusts you to workout with her, holding pads for her punches. She's worried about something but it's hard to lower her defenses sometimes, even for you.
Word count: 2,658
Warnings: none I think. No pronouns used
a/n: request pasted at the end to avoid spoilers
MASTERLIST
The private gym's walls reverberate with the heavy pants of effort and soft thuds of boxing training gloves against boxing mitts.
Tara is working her ass off this evening. You can almost hear air particles split as she throws punches deftly, arms flying with elegant swiftness.
She has her hair up in a tight ponytail, her brows are knitted, gathering a sheen layer of sweat that enlightens her already concentrated, seemingly pissed off expression.
Her deep brown eyes are shining with determination, dim and darker than usual.
Her gaze is fixed on the pads you're holding for her, and her lips are thin as she alternates between pursing them whenever the jab doesn't come out as she wants it to; and parting them to exhale sharp breaths.
She throws a particularly strong hook, making your right hand twist a little, and for a moment she her eyebrows scoot up.
"Fuck, that was a bad one" she blames herself, turning around to grab her bottle of water, twisting off the cap and taking a long swig.
"It's okay", you say slightly out of breath, twisting your wrist in circles to stretch it.
But you glance at her, she's with her back to you, still drinking, and you notice that wasn't an apology for you. She's just mad she threw her hook the wrong angle.
She leaves the bottle and faces you again, her stare already somewhere else, focused. "Again" she demands, getting into position before you.
You observe her for some seconds– her forearms up, protecting her face, her eyes fixated on your mitts, already frowning in deep inmersion.
She's somewhere far away from you right now. She's not paying attention to the quality time you two should be sharing; instead she's deliberately consumed by the physical sensations of the workout, the gratifying consequences of coping through violence.
She throws another whack, this one catching you off guard. You flinch momentarily, your head turning as in avoiding the punch. She freezes, her eyes widen as she observes your reaction.
"I was... Pointing at the pad" she explains warily, gauging your reaction.
You relax your features, then blink several times and nod fervently. "Yeah— I know, I know" you reassure in a breathy, tense voice.
She seems to hesitate, tilting her head as she scans your expression. But you readjust your position, alternating your weight between your feet, before spreading your legs a bit and bending your knees just enough.
You raise your arms, exposing your pads to her once again. Now you're the one with the decisive gaze.
Her head is still tilted, she doesn't look like she's entirely buying into it, but she shifts her body language too, ready to resume.
She smacks once again, her bangs having their usual strength and precision. She starts with a punch with her right arm, then turns to a hook with the left.
You anticipate her movements, raising one arm or the other, challenging her to shift her blow last second.
Her gaze drifts between the mitts, adjusting her knocks as her bangs swing with the movement of her accurate technique.
But then, something changes. Her frown deepens, and you notice how her punches are getting harder and less precise.
She's throwing hands now, gradually blowing rougher, arduous thwacks hitting the pads, which push your palms harshly.
You don't complain, instead you watch as she lets go of her evident stress, arms flying in fast moves, lashing out at the pads as her eyes well up with tears.
She's gasping heavily, her mouth expelling hot puffs as she tries to keep up with her own unbridled rhythm. She frowns even further, apparently frustrated with her performance.
Finally, one of her not well monitored punches lands in the wrong spot– her fist hits the edge of your mitt, causing both of your wrists to twist.
"Fuck!" She shouts, twisting it in circles to stretch it and ease the pain. Bothered, she takes her glove off any which way, throwing it to the floor.
"Fucking hell" she hisses, her wrist swelling.
You step closer, inspecting her state. That's when she glances at you, her gaze and voice immediately loosing its sharpness.
Lost in her own rage, she hadn't noticed she has hurt you.
"Are you okay?"
You're taking off your own mitts, and you nod. "Yeah, didn't hurt" you say plainly, tossing them aside and holding her hand with the both of yours carefully.
She hisses again as you shift it gently, gauging the gravity of her injure. "You need some ice" you state after a minute of examination. "Sit there."
You point with your head at a pew behind you two, it's like a church one. You've never understood why she got one of these for her private gym, but there's a lot of things Tara does you don't really understand.
She looks at you with curiosity, your dry tone catching her unprepared. However, she knows you get earnest when she's hurted; this reaction of yours isn't new for her.
Whenever you're at home and she hits her toe with some forniture or her head with an opened closet, your voice turns serious and determined, your mind only focused on getting what she needs, your brain being centered on healing her.
You're already walking away so you don't catch it, but her lips curl up in a very little smile.
Your mind is racing with thoughts as you get the ice bag for her, securely stored in a separate room.
Why is she acting like this? What got her infuriated enough to be this reckless, hurting herself?
You huff, feeling upset about her behavior. Then you shake your head, feeling the cold temperature of the ice bag against your palm as you walk back to the main work out room.
You need to keep it together, remain calmed and responsive. Try to get her to talk to you.
That's definitely not an easy task. It's not simple to get into her mind, Tara has proved it many times.
You have entangled in several arguments this past weeks due to her stubborness, her persistence in keeping her problems to herself, claiming how she can take care of herself, how she doesn't need your help.
It was a huge step –from her perspective– when she started to work out with you, but you know she lets you help her partially because she can't hold the pads herself.
Something's been bothering her for a while now, and you can tell not just because of her violent workout sessions, but because of her lack of sleep at night, obstinacy, and obvious survival mindset.
You find her taking off her ponytail, sighing in exasperation. Her posture lets you know she's tired; back slightly bent.
Sitting next to her, you hand her the ice bag in a silent gesture. "Thanks" she murmurs, glancing briefly at you before taking the ice pack.
She places it on her wrist, and you watch intently as she lets out a quiet hiss, quickly followed by a sigh of relief.
"Better?" Your voice comes out gentle.
She nods, staring at her hand. "Yeah..."
"That was awful" she adds in a self-critical tone. "I always throw that one uppercut the right way, but that one was... Sloppy."
She exhales, a long, sharp expulsion of air that empties her lungs making her back bend forward, leaving her devoid.
You look at her closely. Wet strands of hair falling from her bangs are stuck to her forehead, her nostrils move with her breathing, still uneven and ragged; her shoulders going up and down rhythmically.
Normally, her skin and general being is glowing after a workout. But today, she seems rather shattered. Exhausted.
"What is wrong with you?"
She turns her head, eyes snapping at you. Even if your words might sound too straightforward, even accusing; your voice is soft, and it gets higher at the end of the sentence – concerned.
Your gazes lock, she wavers. You witness how the light in her eyes turns softer, even vulnerable. Yet, she frowns in discomfort and looks away, ducking her head.
"Nothing."
She clicks her tongue immediately after, seemingly pissed, probably because of how thin and delicate she has sounded, despite her attempts of pushing you away with her passive-agressive response.
You pause, giving her a second to gather her composure. You know how fragile this conversations are with her; how easily she might snap and end with your shot to get into her.
You spread a leg towards her, then scoot closer, keeping them together again. Your hands grip the edge of the pew, and you're leaning forward slightly, trying to see her face through her bangs at the sides.
She turns her head a bit and offers you a rueful smile, amused by your cautious approach.
"You can trust me."
Your sweet reminder catch her defenseless, the sheepish smile fades away leaving a thoughtful expression instead. Her gaze darts down again, her healthy hand clutching the cold bag.
She inhales deeply, then exhales with effort. Her eyes flutter shut for some seconds, then slowly opens them and glares at you. But her stare is soft.
"I don't wanna bore you with my bullshit. It's fine, really. I can handle it myself."
"But you don't have to."
Your answer is immediate, firm yet tender. You see her bangs waving as she shakes her head slowly.
"I know. I know I don't, but I... I can?" She halters, "Ugh, I don't know anymore."
She props her elbows on her thighs, then covers her face with her hands. She breathes out, profoundly.
Tara shakes her head again, clicking her tongue as she realizes she actually needs to talk it through with you.
"I've just..." She lets her hands fall, but still looks down, "I've been having the craziest nightmares lately."
You wait patiently, expecting her to elaborate. She shifts, visibly uncomfortable.
"About what?" You inquire gently, turning your body towards her in a small move.
She glances, sensing your attention and pure care.
"Amber" she finally confesses, staring at her hands. "Everything that happened. That— Year. Those times."
You sigh quietly, taking in the new information.
It's been some years since she suffered those traumatic events, you didn't know her back then. It took her a while to explain you who she was, what was she involved in, what she'd done.
When her therapist suggested these self-defense sessions, it wasn't because of thinking Tara might need that knowledge. It was because her therapist knew how much she needs to feel safe.
Feel capable of looking after herself.
Slowly, you reach her thigh and caress it carefully, fingertips grazing the smooth fabric of her leggings.
"Tara, Amber is..." You trail off, unwilling to offend her.
She glances, encouraging, eyes sparkling with sarcastic mirth. "You can say it."
You swallow, "She's dead" you state, firm.
Even if she was anticipating the words, her breath hitches in her throat and her eyes well up with tears again.
"She passed away" you repeat, gentler. "You're safe now, Tara."
These words seem to affect her even more. She blinks away the tears and rubs her forehead with the back of her hand, as in wiping off the sweat to hide her impeding tears.
Your hand slides to the ice bag, which you dismiss putting it beside her. Then, with your other hand you hold hers carefully, moving it from her face.
"Tara," you insist, locking eyes with her,
"you're safe."
Her forearm tremors in your grip, and her bottom lip quivers as she sniffs. Deliberately, you let go of her hand and instead slide your arm around her shoulders, pulling her to the crook of your neck.
You hear her shuddering breathing, her body trembling in your embrace as you fully hug her. "It's okay..." You murmur, giving her quiet, soothing shush.
She softens into you, her shoulders bouncing as she sobs, soaking your hoodie. You feel her warm tears running down her cheeks and onto your shoulder, and you hold her tighter, kissing the top of her head.
You listen intently as she finally opens up to you.
"I just— I just wonder... Why I made it, why my friends didn't..."
"And I sometimes think... That maybe I'll never recover from this." She trails off and leans back a little, wiping away her tears, back of her hand sliding in a gesture of frustration.
She whimpers, hands still trembling as she leans in, resting her cheek on your shoulder. You tilt your head towards her, patient.
"I'm— I'm terrified about it. That I will feel like this forever. That I'm... Determined by what happened, forever. That I'll never get rid of it."
Stray tears leave her eyes, running down her cheeks. She wipes them off with restrained rage.
You rub her shoulder, pulling her closer; and your other hand wrappes her waist protectively.
"Those experiences are, indeed, part of you now. At least, how I view it." You talk warily, she tilts her head up peeking up at you with contained admiration by the deep care slipping out of your voice.
"But they don't determine who you are. Is more like... You own them. You own those memories, the fucked up things that happened to you. They are yours to handle how you want, they are yours to heal."
You glance down at her, making sure you're not overstepping.
"I know I'm no one to put words in your mouth and interpret what you went through,—"
"It's okay" she interrupts you, her voice much softer now, having that watery hint in it. "That's a pretty good way to look at it, actually."
She stops, thoughtful. You admire how her eyebrows frown creating a furrow between them you've always found cute.
"So what you're saying... Is that I get to choose how to live through what happened? I can... Pick?"
You nod, hoping you're no mistaken. "You have a choice. To a certain degree."
She smirks slightly, glancing at you with playfullness in her eyes. "Such particular words" she quips.
You let go air through your nostrils as you smile back. "Girl, I'm no therapist" you shoot back.
Her smile turns sorrowful, and your stomach twitches. She looks at her lap again. "Yeah, I know... I'll talk about this with mine."
You pause, your hand sliding from her shoulder to the side of her face, tracing her temple and below, lovingly.
"Still, you can always share these thoughts with me."
She lets out a sarcastic, breathy laugh, and you insist.
"Tara, I mean it."
You hesitate, but continue. "I love how strong you are, but I'll always have your back."
You feel her stiffen, provoking a sideway smile on you, because she always experiences mini gay panics when you say some lovestruck phrases.
She swats your leg with hers playfully, your thighs grazing. "Yeah, sick. But I can take pretty good care of myself" she retorts. Her sharp, sarcastic, almost flirty self-deffensive tone back in the game.
But her voice trembles at the end, and you can see her throat bobbing with a thick gulp.
You swat her back, your leg lingering against hers. Your touch is delicate. "I know. But I like being here for you. I want to be the one you look for when things get messy."
She glances at you, watery eyes.
"Fuck you, you're gonna make me cry again" she complains weakly, her makeup far smudged.
She makes you giggle softly, you lean closer to her. "It's okay" you whisper, almost playfully.
"Ugh, shut up" she groans, grabbing the neckline of your hoodie with both hands, pulling you into a kiss that will definitely keep you from shooting more sweet words that threaten to leave her even more disarmed.
"Thank you" she mutters when she breaks the kiss with a soft smack. "You could do good for me."
Your eyes flicker between hers, fondly.
"I'm willing to be that person for you."
Tara will get her smut one shot eventually (really soon in fact)
Genres: romance, friends to lovers/friends with benefits, steamy, smut with D/s dynamics
Summary: Cairo is private about her needs. People wouldn't associate this repressed preference of hers to her personality, so she has kept it to herself. But everything changes when she meets you.
a/n: og request, i just couldn't move on i had to write it.
MASTERLIST
Cairo was easily one of the most unforgettable women you could ever meet. Easily unbothered, difficult to surprise; even more difficult to intrigue. She was entertained by a general sensation of lack of apetite for people; general annoyance towards people her age.
Indifference to the core.
But when you entered the classroom for the first time on a random Monday, Cairo's perspective began to shift.
She was instantly drawn towards you. The way your hair waved around your features, the way the corners of your lips would curl up in a sheepish smile.
The way you walked, not looking to attract attention but still carrying a certain confidence within yourself. A calmness, a certainty typical of someone who knows who they are. You seemed shy, but not insecure.
She also liked your style, relaxed but explicitly chosen, picking warm colours and soft textures.
The immediate attraction she felt physically was easily paired by the mental attraction she quickly felt the moment you started taking part at class. She'd genuinely enjoy your interventions, the way your mind works, how you'd connect the author's work at discussion with their sociological and political context.
She was charmed by you. Curiosity piqued and fantasies stimulated. Yet, she didn't let you know.
The first time she approached you, she managed to sound so casual and even uninterested that you thought it was by mistake.
People were leaving the classroom after a particularly intense lecture, and you were packing your things when she passed by, brushing her backpack against your arm.
"Sorry about that" she murmured, so earnest and apparently distracted that it seemed even rude.
You were barely parting your lips to speak and say it's alright, but your voice didn't get to come out before she left. And you stayed there, rubbing your arm, frowning and slightly annoyed by how she cut you off.
You would've been startled if you had noticed her before, because the truth is Cairo always holds the straps of her backpack with both hands, securely pressed against her back. That day she was holding just one strap, leaving the backpack hanging from one of her shoulders.
You couldn't know, because you hadn't noticed her before. But now you had seen her, and even if it was odd to introduce herself like that, now you could definitely recognize her.
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Cairo was easily one of the most unforgettable women you could ever meet. She was one of those women who could stand out effortlessly, yet she would often choose to stay anonymous. That's why everybody knew her, but they also didn't.
In highschool she used to sit in front of the class, visible and proud. But a lot of things had changed since that time, and in college she prefers to sit in the center or even in the back, barely noticeable and somehow protected.
But again, she knew how to attract attention if she wanted to.
She would often attend the frat parties and find herself a quick and passable encounter. She tried with boys at first, still giving in to her tendencies for men older than her. But after several fruitless hookups with juniors and seniors, she finally came to the terms that maybe men weren't her interest at the moment.
That's when she started to hook up with women. And that's when more realizations came to mind.
At first, she enjoyed the power. How they would become puddle with just one of her seductive smirks combined with a slightly tilt of her head and some doe eyes-stare.
She definitely liked how their voices would shift into a more intimate, high-pitched tone. Even eager, even needy. How they would cling onto her, dig their nails into her shoulders and back, bite her neck.
She enjoyed the pain that came after making a girl feel so good that she'd lose her mind for a couple of minutes, up to a point where she'd physically need to lean on her.
Hookups with girls felt more intense and had a hint of addiction that was clearly a match with Cairo's general personality; the ardor, the passion. However, when they'd come down from their high, she'd find her stare fixed to theirs, and a deep itching longing would invade her.
She wanted to be them. She wanted to be those women who came up to her wishing to be dominated. She wanted to submit for someone.
It took several encounters to come to the realization, but once she found her truth, she couldn't let it go.
As intelectual and nerd as she really is, it wasn't long before she started researching on the topic and trying to understand where her submissive desires relied, and what she'd need from a domme.
Even if it was comforting to find answers and shape her submissive side better, the fact that she couldn't find anyone to test her yearnings with was rather frustrating.
She carried on, having casual sex for a while, but the women would always expect her to top and even to dominate them, constantly asking her to give them permission for everything, and calling her dominant titles without previous agreement.
There were some girls with which she thought she could open up and suggest to "try something new" in attempts of experiencing being the sub. But they would respond with sarcastical and playful comments, taking her suggestions for a joke and easily dismissing her, claiming that they were too submissive to even try, and that it would be "unnatural anyways because you're too of a top for that".
Cairo knew that was disrespectful. And above all, she knew that was not what she truly desired.
And so, after some months, Cairo stopped having casual sex and went celibate against her real wishes. That was all before she met you, of course.
Because ever since she saw you for the first time, all her true desires came back to her crashing like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its wake.
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After that rather odd first encounter, Cairo knew she was in your sights. She could feel your gaze, firm and intimidating, pointing to her the moment she'd step into the classroom, every morning.
She liked how quiet you are, yet your eyes speak volumes. People gossiped about you saying you were more shy than one would initially guess, and she was overwhelmed by a sensation between affection and deep desire towards that side of your personality.
Still, she took her time before a second approach.
"Hey, where did you get that pen?"
She made you jolt when her voice sounded clear over the racket, the students leaving the class in a rush because of running late for the next one. She was staring at you so confident and calm that for a moment you thought maybe everyone was mistaken and there was no next lesson to be worried about.
You looked down at your ballpoint pen, securely held. "Uh... It was a gift" you replied awkwardly. She tilted her head down ever so slightly, maybe waiting for you to elaborate. But your plain comment remained that way.
"Hm, okay... It's just that I find it beautiful."
For a moment she seemed off, and you got suddenly hit with the realization that the hottest, most interesting woman of your class was speaking to you. Actually speaking to you, not just nudging you mindlessly. Actually trying to make conversation, not mumbling an indifferent apology.
"Uh... Yeah! It is. I use it only on special occasions, and everything about this author seems to deserve this pen."
A wave of embarrassment washed through you, because you took consciousness of how nerdy you sounded just as the words left your mouth. But a tiny smirk appeared on her lips, and now what washed through you was tenderness.
"Oh, makes so much sense. You know, I started reading this author last summer..."
Your first conversations were all about literature, and you were too oblivious to notice her true intentions. Because even if you clocked that she kind of chose you, you quickly rejected other possibilities rather than platonic interest; interest you didn't quite understand either. Meaning that you guessed she just happened to like you, just like that, as if you were a tiny, awkward dog she adopted from the shelter home.
Meanwhile, her crush was just growing stronger. She used Literature as the main topic to get to know you because it was safe, at first; but then she'd feel more and more infatuated by your captivating takes and refreshing opinions.
Literature preferences say a lot about someone's mind, Cairo would defend. That's why your dialogues about stories and author's biography easily led to more personal conversations, in which you opened up to her explaining why you saw yourself in different characters and author's main sources of inspiration.
You told her about your family, your life back home, your interests. Your fears and longings, your wounds and hopes. She told you about her parents, her loneliness; she showed you her texts, the ones she wouldn't show anyone else. She even mentioned how "insipid" - in her own words- it'd feel to be with a man.
Conversations late at night at Cairo's place started to feel like home. A new home. She was funny, intelectual, extremely intelligent, and curious. She'd ask more than anyone, ever, showing interest in you in ways you had never received it.
But this night feels different. Even cozier, even warmer.
Tonight, you're sharing a comfortable silence as you watch a movie in Cairo's laptop. It's an adaptation you have to watch for class, in order to write a comparison with the original piece.
But you can't concentrate with Cairo snuggling into you like this. At the beginning of your friendship she used to keep a distance, but she has grown more and more unworried over the weeks, and now one of her arms is drapped comfortably across your stomach, the other hand playing with your hair.
Her head fits so perfectly in the crook of your neck, and she makes adorable little noises everytime she shifts, nuzzling closer. You can feel her tiny nose grazing the side of your neck each and everytime, making you squirm slightly.
"You okay?" she asks after some time, and the softness in her voice takes your breath away. She's never sounded this intimate.
"Mhm, yeah" you cough, scooting your hips back, leaning better against the headboard.
You keep your eyes fixated on the screen, but you can sense her attentive gaze as she looks up at you, hesitant. You fidget, hands on your lap, feeling that familiar nervousness spreading everywhere, from your gradually blushing cheeks to your toes.
She has this effect on you, ever since the start. But you can't help to overthink how awkward and stupid you must be looking, sitting here rigid like a board while she's over there snuggling... And... Nuzzling, and... Been this cute, with... Her tiny voice, and her relaxed body language... And...
Wait.
You look down at her.
Is she flirting with you?
Her eyes flicker between yours rapidly, with a tiny smirk painted on her lips. Her gaze is glazed with playfulness, a hint of hesitance, a challenge. Confidence, and desire.
You take in a sharp breath, moved by the rich amount of emotions she can express in a simple stare.
But still, even if the way she looks at you is pretty obvious, you don't know what to do. You never in a million years would've thought she'd be interested in you in that way. How long has this been happening? What is it about you that she likes? Why does she—?
"Can I kiss you?"
Her tone is so damn tender, and she's tilting her head as she sits up a bit, to lean even closer. Still, she's giving you room to lean back, if you want to. But you don't.
You blink several times, gulping loudly. She makes you so nervous, so excited, keeping you on your toes. Yet, she waits. Her gaze jumps a bit faster between your eyes, getting nervous as seconds pass by. Finally, you decide to leave your questions for later.
"Yeah" you nod, and blush further when you take in the breathy, restrained tone your voice has adquired. You hadn't realized how much you wanted this until this very moment.
She lets out a long sigh of relief, and she closes the gap between you two. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders, her lips meet yours with conviction and will.
The kiss is slow and sealing, soft. She breathes against your lips, parting her own to capture your bottom lip and suck on it so gently. Then she leans back a little, mouth ajar, and you follow her leaning in, sliding your tongue between her lips.
She moans, her quiet sound muffled as you make out slowly but passionately. Her hug around your shoulders tightens, and you caress her thighs until you cup her buttcheeks and guide her to straddle you.
"Yes" she hisses, sitting on your lap, wrapping her legs around your waist as you sit up better.
The kiss turns heated as well as tender, and she fails to stay still. Instead, you feel her body undulating on top of yours, restless and needy. Your hands wander along her ass and lower back, splayed out, kneading steadily.
"I've wanted you since I first saw you" she whispers as she trails your jaw with her lips. Your breath hitches, and she notices it, looking up at you with her half-liddedd, gorgeous brown eyes.
"Why didn't you act on it?" you ask in a surprised murmur. Your voice is barely audible, hoarse with anticipation. You squeeze her ass, pulling up. Cairo hisses as she pushes her hips down onto your grip, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
Once your hold relaxes, she looks at you, her eyes sparkling with longing. "I... Wasn't sure. I didn't wanna..." She looks away, and you sense a specific kind of energy peeking out of her. Something that you recognize. "I didn't wanna offend you."
You frown briefly, a little smile on your lips. "Offend—? Nevermind" you shake your head, amused. Leaning forward, you keep talking; your voice lowering as you do. "Now we know... Because this means that you want me... Just as much as I want you."
She halts just when you were about to kiss her, her eyes widening. "Really?" Her voice is so breathy, expectant.
You pause, licking your lips. Smirking, you nod. "I have a huge crush on you." Your confidence is growing as time passes, witnessing her eagerness and nervousness.
At first she takes a sharp breath in, only to release it in a long, drawn-out sigh. "God" she whispers, suddenly desperate as she grabs your face and starts kissing you urgently. "That's fucking perfect."
You didn't expect this renewed energy all of a sudden, but you receive it with matching enthusiasm. You hug her waist tightly, leaning back against the headboard as she kisses you hard, your tongues dancing sensually.
Her sounds are a blessing. She whimpers and whines against your lips, grinding with urgence. Her hands sneak up and down your body, unable to decide where to stay. She squeezes your arms, cups your neck, gropes your tits. She's rolling her hips as if she was dancing, deliciously insistant; shamelessly lustful.
Your bodies react on their own; and before you know, you're lying down with Cairo straddling your hips.
After some minutes making out, she can't stop herself. In a sudden movement, she grabs your wrists and moves your hands over your head, gripping both of them with one of hers. She leans back a little, panting heavily against your lips. She finds you grinning at her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
She freezes, and her grip loses strength but she doesn't pull back completely.
"Just..."
Before she can say another word, you wriggle out of her grip and flip you both over, grabbing her hips. Before she can do anything about it, you're on top.
Her hands fall onto your waist, and she looks up at you with a new sparkle in her eyes. The energy you noticed before.
You were grinning, playfully, but the intensity in her gaze makes you pause a little. "Is this okay?"
Your secretive whisper makes her flutter her eyelashes. She nods fervently.
"It is more than okay, in fact."
Her voice is barely above a whisper. She looks away, tilting her head so beautifully that her neck gets exposed in a way you can't resist.
Leaning in, you trail it with soft, promising kisses, and she feels safe enough to keep talking.
"I... I took for granted that you'd be a bottom, because of how... Shy you are. And people usually expect me to lead, so..." Her voice cracks into a soft whimper when you suck a sensitive spot very gently.
You release the skin and lap at it slowly, then nuzzle against her jaw with tenderness. Her hands are confident again, sneaking down your shirt. You guide them to take off your shirt as you speak.
"People assume too much. You've experienced it, I've experienced it too." You sit up and smile when she ogles at you shirtless. "They expect me to be super submissive and such a bottom, too" you keep talking, tracing her collarbone and then the collar of her shirt with your fingertips.
She nods absent-mindedly, clearly distracted. But you know how to catch her attention. "I actually prefer to give during sex, as a top. And I can be very dominant, if my partner wishes for it."
Her eyes snap up at you at the instant. You can feel her breathing getting heavier under your fingers, now that you have them wandering over her chin and lips.
"Really?"
Her voice is breathy and in awe, like before.
You release a soft chuckle. "Really, Cairo" you confirm as you guide her to sit up with a simple gesture; and she obeys as if she was born for it. You share a glance, you frown in question when you reach to pull up her shirt. She nods.
"I like that" she whispers as you take it off, and you can feel the heat between your bodies, skin touching for the first time. "Would you... Would you dominate me?"
She sounds so sheepish, her soft hands caressing your tummy, fingers tracing the outline of your bra. She's ogling at your chest; her gaze so charged with yearning and nervousness that it makes you smile.
Cupping her face, you force her to look at you. "Yes" you whisper, beaming. "There's nothing I want more right now."
She sighs in relief, and you swallow her tiny whine of satisfaction as you lean in for a kiss. Rocking your hips gently, you feel her smooth touch all over you, now both of you shirtless, feeling eachother's skin.
"I... I think I might be a submissive" she whispers when you kiss her cheek, getting off her lap to take off your own pants and underwear.
You look at her as you do, paying rapt attention to her words, assuming this is the first time she tells a soul.
"Is this gonna be the first time you...?"
"Yes."
She glances at the rest of her clothes and then at you, silently asking you to take them off. As you do, she adds "but I've done my research. I, uh... I'm pretty sure I'm into it."
You smile warmly, moved by her curious need to convince you. "Either way, we can stop if something feels off. Do you have a safeword?"
You feel her go taut, the muscles along her legs tightening as you graze her skin pulling down her clothes. Glancing up, you find her hesitant.
"... No. Should I?"
You cock your head, your smile intact. "Yes, you should" you crawl on top of her, guiding her to lie down, "but you'll think about it another time. Are you familiar with the traffic system?"
She frowns and pouts, and her fingers are already exploring your back again. You can't help it, you kiss her pout. "You know; green means everything's okay, amber means 'slow down, I need a second', red means 'stop this moment'. Have you heard of it?"
Her frown dissipates as you speak. "Oh, actually, yeah." Her fingers are grazing the back of your bra, clearly wanting it off. "It rings a bell."
You smirk. "Good, then... We can use that" your voice drops lower as you speak, clearly turned on by the anticipation. Leaning against her touch, you nod allowing her to take your bra off.
You kiss her again, she moans when she feels the weight of your tits against hers. You reach underneath her, undoing her bra like it's nothing, taking it off while she barely notices.
"Fuck, you're good" she groans in your mouth, ripping a laugh out of you. Your whisper crashes against her lips.
"You don't even know yet."
You kiss her slower this time, setting a relaxed, detailed environment. You can feel it in her touch, how she melts in the kiss, how she loses herself gradually.
In a deliberate movement, you hold her hands above her head this time. "Is this okay?" you whisper, but you're already feeling her smile. She nods vigorously, then nuzzles so gently against you that it makes you whine. She even positions her wrists together for you.
"Please, carry on."
The feeling of your naked bodies brushing is so heavenly that find yourself getting distracted all the time. You've been a domme many times, but perhaps this is the first time you dominate a non-experienced sub. And not only that—, maybe this is the first time you're this infatuated with a girl you're being intimate with, in this way.
Meanwhile, Cairo couldn't be more joyful in this moment. She has her eyes shut in bliss, she kisses you back moving in such a sensual motion that it makes you both shiver. She seems so at ease, and she's so incredibly aroused at the same time. She thinks to herself that she had never felt like this with a sexual partner— so cherished, desired, in tune.
"Ah, like that" she groans quietly when your free hand grazes her slit, ever so softly.
"Yeah?" you breath, relishing in her tiny noises and micro-expressions. Her eyes are closed, brows frowned in pleasure even with the simple touch. She nods again, pulling her hips up.
Your palm presses against her mound comfortably, cupping it so good that you both pant. She starts moving almost in that moment. But then, you move your hand to place it on her hip and pull her down.
Snapping her eyes open, she looks at you. Your stare is determinate. "Let me show you something."
Your tone is not completely commanding, but your dark confidence makes her whimper and pout in slight complaint, yet still she nods. "Okay" she whispers tilting her head, gifting you a perfect view of her profile.
You can't help but to trace her perfect jawline with your tongue as you dip two fingers between her folds, tracing her slit better this way, in a slow movement upwards. She shivers visibly, blame it on the two perfectly coordinated actions.
With your other hand still gripping her wrists, you guide her to place them under some pillows above her head. Then you cup one of her cheeks, making her face you a little better, even if her eyes are closed. "Doing so good already, Cairo" you murmur sensually. You feel her clench, even if you're not inside her.
When she opens her eyes timidly, she finds you tilting your head with curiosity. You were meaning to be just reassuring, but she seems to like it in a deeper way.
"I may be into... Praise" she mutters vaguely, looking away. You giggle softly and decide to keep being sweet, even if you could poke her so much right now. During this time being friends, she always sold this inscrutable facade, as if she didn't need anyone's validation to know who she is. And she probably is that girl... To a large extent. But now here she is; spread, vulnerable... Blushing?
Oh, she's blushing. Her cheekbones are beautifully painted by a dark red tone, matching the deep red, brownish touch covering her manhandled lips. Her mascara is smudged, any other remainder of makeup now forgotten. Today, Cairo is showing you who she is. To all its extent.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful" you whisper, taken away by the intensity of it all. You kiss her cheek tenderly, as your touch turns more passionate. Steadily, your fingers slide up and down her slit in a circular motion. You're purposefully ignoring her clit for now, deliberately smearing all her cunt with her own arousal, which wets your fingers each time you touch downward.
With your other hand sliding down her body and settling on her hip, she whimpers pathetically against your neck as you deny her the permission to properly rock her hips against your hand.
"Fuck... You... Make it feel so... Good..." She whines quietly, and you can feel her face getting hot against your skin. It feels so good, to have this power, you think to yourself.
Cairo becomes more and more desperate as time passes and you keep neglecting her clit and denying her the pleasure of moving harder than her permanent quivering.
Just when it's becoming unbearable, you withdraw your hand from her hip and instead start kneading one of her tits. "Now... Spread more... And move."
She moans so beautifully, and throws her head back rocking her hips eagerly just when you finally start rubbing her clit. "Fuck... T-thanks... Thank you so much..."
"You're so pretty like this" you groan nibbling her neck. Your voice is becoming lower and huskier, really sinking deep in domspace. And the best part is, she seems to be experiencing something very similar but in subspace instead.
She's rolling her hips, shamelessly humping your hand. She's making the wetest of noises, accompanied by her never ending pleas of pleasure. "Please" she whines, fidgeting under the pillows. Your eyes lock, and she seems really desperate.
You nod. "Of course, Cairo." There's something in the way you say her name that makes her tremble.
Impatient, she moves her hands from under the pillow to grope your tits, shoulders and back intensely. You sink your face in the crook of her neck, nibbling, kissing, and murmuring soft praises as you keep touching her.
The squelching noises she's making are so fucking intoxicating, and everytime she replies to your words with whimpers or little nods, your chest swells with pride and desire.
'Wet enough' is not even what she is; she's far more than that. And so when you lead your fingers to her entrance, she inhales deeply, pulling her hips up again. She glances at you. "Please" she whispers again, but it feels different each time. Unique.
"I wanna feel you" you groan, lips brushing, as you plunge into her. She probably expected a slow intrusion, but she's soaking and you know what you're doing.
In effect, she makes a tiny squeal of surprise quickly followed by a drawn-out moan. You're not sloppy, but you're firm. You're showing her a different type of gentleness. The one one gives with confidence.
"Ngh— Fuck—!"
The moment you curl your fingers inside her, she rolls her eyes and her mouth falls open, releasing heavy pants.
"Oh fuck—"
Her arms surround your shoulders tightly, pushing you closer, your lips pressed against her neck. You kiss and nip a sensitive spot, making her tilt her head both with tickles and deep pleasure. You start pumping your fingers, and she humps them with renewed intensity; her inner walls pulsing around you like a vice.
She's so wet that her juices glide down your knuckles, gathering there and then sliding down your forearm. She's grasping onto you so closely that you can't look down, but you can feel it. You feel her, literally melting under your touch.
In an avid movement, she spreads her legs wider, adjusting you better and accomodating one leg between yours. She has to squeeze her eyes and bite her lip to stifle a loud moan when she feels your wetness smearing her upper thigh as you grind against her.
"Fuck you feel so damn nice, Cairo" you groan, fingering her faster. You tap at her G-spot so good that she has to reach down and grip your wrist, urging you to keep going.
The wet brushing noise of you against her plus your fingers sliding in and out is all so obscene it almost seems forbidden. It should be forbidden, you think to yourself; the sinful way in which she's taking you, and the unbridled way in which you're grinding against her.
Finally, her inner walls clamp down you and hug your digits tightly, right before she comes. She lets go husky whines and moans of satisfaction. Then, she hisses when her inner walls flutter around you so fucking sweetly that you have a silly epiphany— Cairo does justice to her name. She's moaning and whimpering so beautifully that it sounds like a spell. Seems like she's slowly intoxicating you.
"Fuck, Cairo" you whisper, breathless, ducking your head. Still greedy, you can't help but to trace her collarbone with the tip of your tongue. She arches her back, releasing a soft whine as you pull out of her and caress her cunt lovingly, both of you relishing the aftermath.
"I wanna please you" she whispers all of a sudden, looking down at you as she bends her leg between yours, highlighting the friction. You look up at her and wince in pleasure at the little change in angle.
Before your silence, she bends her leg a little further, and you sit up a little, rocking back and forth and wincing harder. "Please? I want to please you" she keeps insisting in that soft, trembling whining of hers.
After considering it for a second, you realize there's nothing to consider. Her hair is disheveled, her eyes are glossy; and there's a general hint in her expression of pure willingness to be whatever you want her to be. For you.
"What the hell. Yes" you groan as you roll onto your back beside her. She rolls on top of you, yet hesitant. You doubt as well when you look at her. "Do you enjoy...?" Your eyes flicker between her face and your crotch.
She seems confused for a second, but then a slow smile forms on her lips. And here it is, a glimpse of the Cairo you've known outside this bedroom.
"... Going down on a woman? Yes, I enjoy it" she says flirty.
You chuckle at the joke, and roll your eyes with a grin. "Okay, well then..." When you look at her again, your smile is fading into a soft expression of order. "What are you waiting for?"
The feeling of your hands in her hair makes her shiver instantly.
She makes her way down your body with reverence and restrained eagerness. You feel her plump lips sliding along your collarbone, down your cleavage, around your nipples, tracing your tummy. You feel her kisses on your mound, and her addictive soft hands caressing your thighs, and then pushing on your inner thighs so that you spread wider.
She's clearly done this before, but you're gonna make it feel different.
"That's right, Cairo, you're doing so fucking good for me..."
Your groan makes her halt, you feel her gasp against your flesh. Peeking up at you, she finds you smirking.
"Hm? Did Someone tell you to stop?"
You hear her whimper, and as she lays on all fours to please you more comfortably, you can see how she rubs her thighs together.
"Tongue out, Cairo... Give me a little lick."
She complies on the spot. Sticking her tongue out, she sweeps all the way up, from your entrance to your clit. She swirls her tongue around the nub so carefully... Your stomach quivers at the delicate, precise touch, and she moans against you, her tongue vibrating deliciously.
You arch your back at the motion and exhale heavily. "Now down" you murmur, and then feel the underside of her tongue sliding downwards. That area of the tongue feels even so slippery and spongy that you have to moan.
Starting to roll your hips, you look down at her, spreading wider and stroking her hair softly. "Feels so good, Cairo..." You breathe out, and her own name feels like a nickname because of the way you say it. She loves it, licking up and down, tasting you, obeying you. She loves it all, it's clear as the day. It's visible in the way she touches you, in the way her fingers curl around your thighs. It's visible in the deep brown glances she gives you, with her tiny nose brushing against your clit each time she licks down.
You hiss at the sight and start rocking inevitably. "You okay?" you pant out when you hear a muffled squeak. However, she nods enthusiastically, the brushing of her lips against you making you roll your eyes.
"Can I suck now?" Her words are polite but she's breathless when she leans back a little. You look down at her, noticing your arousal shimmering over her lips and cheeks under the dim lights.
You play with her hair, swirling it around your fingers. "Go on, Cairo" you nod, your tone benevolent; as if you were giving her the honour. "Show me what you can do."
You expected her to follow your lead immediately, but you weren't expecting this. She makes your toes curl and you throw your head back and arch your back, inhaling sharp, the moment you feel her tongue working mercilessly and fast on you.
She relaxes her tongue and presses it flat against you and she moves her head almost bobbing, rubbing the slippery muscle against you deftly.
You rock your hips at her speed, which is frantic. "A-ah... C-airo... So... Damn... Good... Let me know if I— Fuck!"
It's hard to check in when she's drowning between your thighs, happily eating you out so hard and intensely that no one could stop her in this moment. Blinded by her desire for your orgasm, she works overtime; swirling her tongue around your clit, tapping at it, lapping your folds, slurping at your entrance.
Her touch becomes unmeasured as time passes by and you grind against her, needy. You are so close already, and she's doing such a good job.
"I'm gonna come I'm gonna come I'm gonna come" you chant with urgence, bucking fervently.
With a final snap of your hips, you feel her nose rubbing against the hood of your clit as she nuzzles against you while sucking on your clit avidly, her chin brushing your entrance. You had never had a woman so invested in sucking your pussy.
"Jesus, Cairo" you pant out when she finally sets you free, your clit was throbbing in warning between her lips.
"Fuck" she whispers, then carefully kisses your clit. "That was astonishing" she murmurs as she climbs her way up until she lands in your arms.
You smile to yourself, then kiss her head. Only Cairo would use a big word like that during sex.
"That was fucking amazing. I wasn't familiar with your game, miss Sweet"
You hear her chuckling against your chest. "You're going to."
Between cuddles and soft murmurs, you make sure she enjoyed everything and initiate conversation about what has happened. She asks as well, making sure you enjoyed how she behaved; and reassuring how much she's loved everything you've done.
"And to think that I took you for a bottom sub..." she mutters in your neck, a sheepish smile grazing your skin.
You giggle and tilt your head, tickish. "Cursed by prejudice, miss Sweet..." you tease shaking your head.
The sun goes down bathing your bodies as she totally falls for that tease and gets properly on top of you, clearly against your statement. And the sunlight looks ethereal over her skin, gliding along her features like a vision. And she's beaming, with her eyes sparkling with pure mirth. And her laugh is sufficient argument to shut you up.
a/n: And to shut me up too.
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a/n: heeyy sooo i cheated xd, i know drabbles are supposed to be 100ish, i think this one is around 400, haven't got the chance to check tho.
Hope you like it anyways <3
MASTERLIST
Whim
Tara (3:03)
Hey
You up?
Read
Tara (3:04)
Is everything ok?
Can you come over?
You stare at the messages, your eyelids heavy, blinking slowly. Tara can be insistent late at night.
You (3:05)
Everything's okay, gorgeous. I was just half asleep
Tara (3:06)
Then you shouldn't. Cause i need you in my bed right now
You sit up on your bed as if you had a spring for a spine. She can be pretty convincing sometimes.
The next thing you know, you're pedaling your way there. You throw your bike over the fresh, cool grass of her front yard, you open her frontal door knowing she leaves it unlocked for you.
"Tara?" You hear noises coming from her bedroom. Quickly, you open the half-opened door.
You find her laying down, half-lidded eyes, head turn, looking at you wearing just her blue shirt.
"I'm so sorry. I just couldn't bear it anymore" she apologizes in a husky, sultry voice.
Her hand stray between her thighs.
You walk closer, then crawl on the bed until you reach her. Kneeling between her well-spread legs, you reach for her neck in a slow gesture and press at her pulse points very gently,
a threatening touch.
She lets out a hoarse whimper.
"If you couldn't wait for me, then why bother hitting me up?"
Your soft yet low tone leads her to move her fingers faster, the squelching sound reaching your ears.
"Because..." She whines misserably, tilting her head up. You feel the air inside her throat, the muscles of her neck moving under your grip. "Because— it's not enough... I need you..."
You let out a sarcastic laugh, managing to keep your composure eventhough you yearn to launch yourself at her immediately.
Your grip tightens ever so slightly.
"You're such a capricious girl, you know that?"
She whimpers louder, leaning into your touch. Her hand leaves her core to grasp onto your free hand.
"I am" she admits, desperate. "Please. Help me."
You grin at her, your eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper, something that makes her shudder under your touch. Satisfaction.
Tara brings up her other hand, cupping your cheek. She stares at you with her umber eyes, a deep, pleading, gleam in them.
Without breaking eye contact, your slide your hand down her body and cup her mound.
She arches her back towards your hand, a sharp gasp leaving her lips.
She blushes hard, the freckles painted across her cheekbones becoming prominent, their brown tone contrasting over the red of her cheeks.
You slide two fingers between her folds, the length of your digits perfectly covering her entire slit. You move your fingers in a side-to-side motion, her obscene sounds resuming, making your ears tickle.
"Fuck, Tara..." You breath out. "Took me five minutes to arrive here, for god's sake. And you're already fucking soaking..."
She quivers before your whispers, her hips following your touch, restless.
"I know, I..." She mumbles, looking away with embarrassment.
"I was already... Before I texted you..." She admits in a soft mutter.
Her words make you speed up your movements, causing her eyes to flutter shut, parted lips blessing you with tantalizing moans.
Your lips part too, heavy pants escaping from them. Your forearm is moving too, making your touch much firm and purposeful.
A shaky whine vibrates against your hand around her neck, and you can feel her getting closer to the edge.
She keeps her eyes shut, you lean in and kiss her cheek tenderly, a sharp contrast to your steady grip and deft touch.
She turns her head, opening her eyes just enough, and kisses your lips with hooded eyes; a yearning brush of lips that wishes for more.
You trace her bottom lip with your tongue, she gives you access instantly, your tongues meeting in a intense dance that soon turns controlled in your favor.
As you dominate the kiss, she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you down, inhaling sharply through her nostrils as she tilts her head deepening the kiss.
You caress her tongue with yours in a way that makes her whimper weakly, her mind already picturing other places where you've caressed her like this.
Her sounds switch on your demanding side, and you kiss her harder, rougher.
Your fingers slide a little lower, fingertips circling her entrance as you reach for her clit with your thumb.
She writhels, then her hips start bucking firmly against your hand, seeking release.
Relishing her every reaction, you feel her muscles tightening against your palm.
You break the kiss in a sudden move that make her open her eyes and stare at you with doe eyes and swollen, parted lips. Her tongue is even partially peeking.
"I want you all over my face"
Your command is decisive. You let go of her neck and descend through her body, leaving feather-touch peck kisses wherever you come across.
Tara grips your hair firmly the moment you put your lips on her. It takes her just a few seconds to coat your cheeks and chin, rubbing against you persistently.
You withdraw your fingers from her slit and entrance, leaving just your thumb working on her clit. Sticking out your relaxed, flattened tongue; you lap at her entrance several times before shoving it inside her.
She yelps, delighted, she grinds against you, even more insistant.
You slide in and out of her comfortably, humming and whining, enthralled by her.
Her lower stomach tenses, pulsing against your forehead. You circle faster with your thumb and leave your tongue stiff for her to fuck herself with.
Her body waves deliciously beneath you, sweet wails escape her lips as she finally goes taut, throwing a last loud moan that looses strength as she convulses, her legs trembling around your face, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave.
You slowly withdraw your tongue, only to lick upwards, swirling around her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
Her arousal is dripping down her outer lips, and you're just getting started alternating between gently sucking her clit and licking down, cleaning her up, when she quivers violently letting out weak whimpers.
"T-too sensitive..." She stammers, her voice breathy and thin after that powerful orgasm.
You chuckle darkly against her flesh, leaving one last kiss above her clit before climbing up, laying beside her.
"You ask for more than you can take" you quip with a smug smile painted across your moisturized lips.
She squints at you, narrowing her eyes in a playful sulk.
"Shut up. I'm ovulating" she excuses herself, a soft sated smile softening her features as she rolles to her side, facing you.
She runs her hand through your hair, making you hum and flutter your eyes. "You're such a pretty girl..." She mutters, almost to herself.
"Are you gonna let me sleep now?" You joke with a leer, choosing to ignore her sweet comment.
Tara hums and giggles softly, leaning closer. She draps one leg over yours, pulling you closer.
She nods in an innocent gesture, then hides in the crook of your neck.
You inhale deeply, thinking to yourself— Maybe it's not that bad to have a fucked up sleeping routine if you end up trapped between her arms.
Genres: romance (established relationship), fluff/comforting, [can be considered] D/s relationship
Summary: Jenna has such a weight on her shoulders, carryng entire shows with her talent and the huge attention she gets, both from fans and haters. She comes home absolutely wrecked, wishing to feel your soft hands on her body to ease her pain and soothe her mind
Inspired by the following song
words count: 2k
Warnings: NSFW +18, MDNI, certain position to give head that i don't wanna spoil <3
a/n: a little something to take the edge off 🚬
MASTERLIST
You could read it all over her face when she came back home that evening. She needed a massage.
The way her hair would look slightly disheveled letting you know she'd been tossing it on the way here; her glossy, tired gaze; her deep sigh as she launched onto the couch snuggling into your embrace; it all let you know exactly what she needed.
"Long day?" Your voice sounds soothing and grounding, two emotions she definitely associates to you.
"Mhm" she hums softly against your chest, nodding in a small gesture that makes you smile.
You kiss her forehead, your hands around her body, hers gripping your shirt.
"I'll tell you what" you murmur after some minutes of reassuring, comforting cuddling. "You'll lay on the bed on your stomach, and I'll go pick your favourite almond massage oils. Yeah?"
The way your suggestion leaves your lips makes her nuzzle harder against you and nod, then tilt her head up ever so slightly and leave a loving kiss on your chin.
"I'll wait for you there" she whispers.
It's the greatests of sights to find her in your bedroom with her beautiful body at full display. She's taken off everything except for her black thong, which barely covers the back of her body. Jenna is sprawled out, her limbs languid and her breathing steady, making her body swell and empty gently with each long breath.
She knows you're in the room because she can always sense your presence; that aware she's become of you. Then she feels your weight on the back of her thighs when you sit on your heels with your legs on either side of her.
The way you keep her in the hold of your thighs and the pressure of your body on hers, holding it down, makes her moan and sigh in relief. She's with one cheek against the mattress, you can admire her perfect profile side; her eyes are closed.
You reach out and trace her eyebrow, which makes her smile softly. Then you trail down her temple, cheek, and lips. Her smile melts into a soft exhale with which she leaves her lips parted.
Now you're the one smirking when you feel her naughty tongue tapping your fingertip for a playful second. You both chuckle softly, the combination of your laughs creates a new layer of intimacy.
Then there's some seconds of silence after you withdraw your hand, and her only hint is that you're still comfortably leaning over her. Then, there's music.
Trance music, she whispers under her breath. So enveloping and surrounding that she relaxes further, you feel her body underneath yours sinking even more onto the bed.
And then, the oil. She feels the slippery droplets falling down her back as you pour the warm, viscous liquid. She squirms a little before giving in again with a trembling sigh.
Then, she feels your hands.
Splayed out, you're able to slide them comfortably along her beautiful back. You start by spreading the product all across her skin, and only when her back is gleaming and shiny, you start by focusing on her shoulders.
You find them tense and hard, and work them gently but steadily. Even if you're not a proffesional, she's always loved your messages.
Her breathing starts growing heavier, but her body starts melting in your hands; shoulders feeling more tender as time passes.
Resting your palms against the crook of her neck, you apply pressure there as you trace her nape downwards easing the area too. She whimpers, "right there."
"I know, baby... I know..." You murmur quietly as you feel the muscles giving in under your touch.
Working your way down her back, she arches it irremediably. You grin at her muscle memory' demonstration. You hear a breathy laugh from her, "sorry".
You shake your head, "don't be", you whisper as you lean down and kiss the back of her neck. She hisses and lifts her head a bit, her eyes heavy-lidded when she opens them to glance at you.
With her lips still parted and those glossy brown eyes, you can't resist her. You could never.
And so, your lips meet hers for a slow, sensual kiss. The movements of your hands halt for long seconds because that's what Jenna does to you, but then you resume with the massage while still making out with her.
She inhales sharply through her nostrils and gently trace your bottom lip with her tongue when you lean back.
"I want you to relax completely" you whisper with your gaze flickering between her mouth and her eyes. "Don't want you to do anything, not even kiss me."
She gives you a wry smile, one eyebrow arching in a curious mockery.
"Nothing at all?"
You shake your head, earnest, and so her expression softens when she realizes you're serious.
Leaning in, you nuzzle against her. She does the same in return, her eyes closing again. "Just let me do the work" you mutter, warm breath fanning over her lips.
She nods and breathes deeply. "I trust you" she whispers.
Her profound breathing blending with the sensual music send you both into a relaxed and erotic state of mind. It's incredibly grounding for you to feel her hydrated skin under your touch, and so satisfying to feel her muscles become more tender the more you work them through.
It's inviting to slide your hands down her back and further as you feel her arch it. You consider scolding her for a second because arching her back implies actually doing something else than just lie there, but when you have to lift your hips becase she's bending her legs a litttle to raise her ass, you decide you might as well just let her be.
You descend to her ass and you apply pressure with the palm of your hands and squeeze grabbing with your fingers, earning sweet quiet moans from her. The firm pressure pulls it down, causing her to whimper in protest.
"So demanding" you groan, but then let out a dark soft chuckle. She chuckles as well against the pillows, and as you slip your fingers along the back of her thighs, you feel the muscles stretch as she puts her ass up again.
She's so playful, presenting herself to you like this. Still sitting on your heels but sat up now, you squeeze the flesh and keep working it... While she's getting more and more worked up.
When you reach her calves, she can barely keep still anymore. "Please..." she hisses when you slide your hands upwards, pressing and splayed out until you reach her ass and dig your nails ever so slightly, enough for her to gasp audibly, throwing her head back.
When you lean in and paint her ass with soft, determined kisses and even some licks, she throws her head forward into the pillows with a sharp exhale. "Yes, fuck" you hear her muffled whisper against the silk.
She's smoldering like butter against your lips. She melts under your touch, pliant and willing; mind foggy with pleasure and trust instead of pain and stress.
She welcomes you so much, very much; spreading her legs just a little, and when you sneak your tongue between her pussy lips pushing the thong aside, she pulls her hips forward in a drawned-out movement, profound and with intent, as in trying to trap you between her legs and in her heart.
She then relaxes her body again and, releasing a long moan, arches her back one more time, allowing you access to every part of her body.
She tastes so rich and intense after a long day, you already knew. You spread her further very gently with your thumbs and, using your tongue, explore her cunt with curiosity and care. Yet, your touch is strong and very much present, applying firm pressure.
The sides of the thong sting against your fingers, as you've slide them under the piece. It bothers you even more as she starts to move, her body undulating following your touch. She doesn't complain because she definitely loves the feeling of your hands adding this much pressure to her skin, fingers trapped by the fabric.
And with whimpers leaving her lips and the pleasure provoking sweet winces on her behalf, she allows herself to smirk as the thought of you being literally tied to her body right now crosses her mind.
Delving deeper into her, you tilt your head up and down slowly letting your nose trace her entrance and outer lips as you reach for her clit. She arches even more and grinds against you following your rythm. This goes on for a while until you become definitely tired of the damn thong.
And even if she knew - and was loving it-, she yelps in surprise when you withdraw your hands and tug at the fabric so firmly you break it.
She manages to look back at you over her shoulder just when you are throwing it away with visible annoyance. You turn to her when you feel her burning stare on you. "Sorry, were they expensive?" your voice is husky and low, keeping its intimate and soothing touch.
She shakes her head slowly, astonished. "That was incredibly hot" she says in a quick, heated whisper. You devote her a wicked smile before sinking back into her.
She shifts turning her head forward again, and writhes and cries out against the padding headboard; and spreads her legs and they tremble and quiver; and her voice fails her, weak and defeated, too far gone to make coherent noises anymore.
She's so drenched. Her arousal drips down her inner thighs and you lick everything with devotion and hunger, moaning and humming against her. When you slide both thumbs just some inches inside her tapping at the sensitive area that is the beginning of her cunt and lick around it, she's too needy to not reach down and rub her clit insistintly until she can't take it anymore.
Her release hits her like a truck, making her arch her back profoundly and rock her hips with unbridled thirst until a final tremor makes her body fall limp onto the mattress.
The soft sound of your laps mixes with her whines and with the still going inmersive music.
"It's alright..." You hush tenderly, kissing her slit with love. She whimpers and squirms, and her hands reach down flumbing for you, clumsily stroking your hair.
"I know, I know..." you breath out, dragging your lips up her body - ass, small of her back, spine-, "I'm right here" you add whispering against her neck, then kiss softly.
She rolls onto her back and guides you to settle between her legs; your weight upon her calming her down at the moment. "I fucking adore you" she manages to say breathless, with her dense stare absorbing every detail of your face and her hands sliding into your hair, scratching your scalp and tossing your hair with intense love. "That was fucking incredible."
Your lips form a tiny smile, its sparkle reaches your eyes. "It was a reminder" you whisper, then flutter your eyes shut momentarily when she caresses in that particular way you love. Opening your eyes again, you add, "that you can always count on me. That I've got you. That you can rely on me."
She beams as you speak, her gaze glossy with the remains of pleasure and the omnipresent presence of her love for you. "I always love a good reminder" she says in a breathy chuckle.
You chuckle softly as well as you adjust more comfortably on her, now laying on her chest, breathing slowing down against her collarbone.
"I know you do" you murmur, tracing iddle patterns around her areola. "And I love doing it for you."
She giggles, then kisses the top of your head. "Thank you, my love. Really" she says more earnest, her voice tainted with satisfied exhaustion. Then she speaks again, in a playful tone.
"And also, what was that that you did? With your fingers?"
"It was my thumbs. Was that weird?"
"Oh no. It felt fucking amazing"
And it feels so nice to share this small moments with her. The pillow talk after the waves.
And it's so heavenly to fall into her arms every night like this, with her smooth and oiled up body enveloping you, keeping you close to her heart. Right before tiredness reaches you, you sit with this moment and treasure it in your soul. Always, and forever; you hope.
Summary: you find yourself at a Karaoke bar celebrating your best friend's birthday. Little you know it's gonna be a wild night.
words count: 5k
Warnings: MDNI +18.
MASTERLIST
It had been a while since you last went to a karaoke bar.
You really liked to sing shitty songs with your friends, but life had gotten in the way for the past few months and you all just didn't have the time to hang out for more than a coffee date for a couple hours.
But tonight, it's your best friend's birthday and the miracle has happened: the whole gang is here. You've known eachother since teenagers but adult life gets messier; some of you have found jobs, others are trying to finish their studies— So yeah, life gets in the way but you still get to share special dates like this.
You enter the bar already laughing your asses out and catching up. The birthday girl asks for a round of shots.
"Girl, don't! I have to work tomorrow" you complain giggling, feidging outrage.
She waves her hand, dismissive. "Just a shot" she says glancing at you, her eyes glimmering with complicity. You both know it could land to something more, but the vibe is too good to say no.
Couple of beers later and some shots, you're all really into the mood for some karaoke.
They give you the main scenario, where the main bar is. They have several separate rooms too. They're all taken, the speakers in one of the rooms are specially blasting out, the door is even shaking as everyone in there sings the chorus of "Shallow" from the rooftops.
Your friends choose Nelly Furtado, the introduction of "Say it Right" starts playing. Your bestfriend is singing the first verse when you decide to go to the bathroom, planning a epic entrance right before the chorus.
As you head there, the door from the loud room opens and this gorgeous girl steps out of there. She's heading to the bar, and your arms brush as you walk the opposite way.
"Woh, sorry" she apologizes, staggering slightly. She grazes your arm with her hand, smiling sheepishly. Your eyes meet, and you find yourself momentarily hypnotized by those big, sparkling brown eyes.
"Oh— no problem. Don't worry about it" you stammer, your eyes briefly darting at her lips before looking up at her eyes again.
Your eyes lock for a hot second, neither of you know what to do next. "Well... See you around!" you manage to say, finally breaking eye contact and heading to the bathroom. You roll your eyes and rub your forehead. "What the fuck..." you mutter, fully aware that you sounded weird.
You take a piss, the chorus of "Say it right" reaches your ears. You get out of the bathroom as quick as you can.
"Oh you don't mean nothing at all to meee" you yell between chuckles as you past the bar to the monitor where your friends are. The pretty girl is standing there, her elbows resting on the bar as she props her chin on her hand, chatting with the bartender.
When you realize she's still there, the damage has already been done— she has seen you screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs, out of tone and choked in chuckles.
Your cheeks blush pale pink, you briefly glance at her before focusing on your friends; your best friend shares her microphone with you as the song reaches its end.
"Who's the sexy girl?" she asks to your ear when the song is over. Your friends are choosing the next one, the microphone is off.
Even now that the club lights help hiding your flushed state, she sees through you. "I... Don't know" you mumble shrugging.
"Well, you might want to" she says playfully, wiggling her eyebrows, a smirk curling up her lips.
You swat her shoulder playfully. "Shut up", you giggle.
"What? She's gorgeous" she looks at her shamelessly.
She's sitting there, still talking with the bartender. She takes a sip of her bottle of beer as she listens to her. She's wearing black jeans, old good adidas and a white shirt that could use a good ironing. She has short hair grazing her shoulders and her back. For a moment you're envious of a bottle of cheap beer.
"Go talk to her or I will" your friend warns. Your eyes dart to her, wide.
"Don't you dare" you warn too, knowing she can be painfully obvious when she tries to find someone for you.
She giggles, "You know what to do then... She's been there for too long now, she's obviously waiting for her chance to talk to you."
You huff. She can get really annoying when she's right about something.
Sighing deeply, you steel your nerves and walk towards her. She glances at you briefly but her eyes flicker to the waitress again, feidging been oblivious to you.
This makes you regain confidence. You take a seat right beside her. "Hey, you" you lean in closer so that she can hear you over the blasted music.
Your eyes meet, but just for a moment before you look at the waitress and ask for a drink. You can feel her gaze lingering on your profile side, and your smile grows wider as you speak to the waitress.
"Hi" she says at last, watching you while you sit more comfortably. "Having fun?"
You glance at her. Small talk, okay, you can do small talk.
"Yeah, it's my friend's birthday" you point at her with your thumb; she looks behind you and smirks when she finds your friends wailing "My All" by Mariah Carey.
"Yeah, they seem cool" she comments. Her eyes are flickering between your gang and you; she seems distracted.
She doesn't add anything else, so you give her a sly smile and ask, "so why are you here?" She jolts a little, realizing her mistake.
"Oh! I'm here with my friends too. Also a birthday, in fact" she gestures with her hands, one of them holding the beer bottle.
You look at her intently, noticing the laid-back way in which she carries herself; her easygoing body language immediately catches your eye.
The chorus of the song repeats again, and you have the impulsive thought of dancing with her. "Come on, let's dance", you find yourself speaking before shyness takes the best of you.
You dare to take her hand and lead her to the dancefloor next to the spot where your friends are. You notice their playful glances but decide to ignore them, instead you only have eyes for her.
"By the way, what's your name?" you lean in really close to her ear, she turns her head after hearing you; your faces being just some inches away.
"Jenna" she gives you the charmiest of smiles, "what about you?"
You tell her your name, she says it suits you; which makes you laugh. Your bodies swing getting closer and closer as you exhange some silly jokes and small talks.
The beat of the song guides you closer to her. She can't take her eyes off you, and you find adorable how she tries to have a conversation when it's clear she's being distracted by you.
Her big brown eyes are a bottomless pit, like a sparkling black hole that drawns you. You feel absorbed, intoxicated, enchanted.
You decide to place your hands on her shoulders, swinging before her. This time she's fast; she grabs your arms and readjust them so that they are wrapped around her neck.
This makes you get closer, your clothes graze her white shirt. One of her hands settle on your waist, the other cups your cheek. You smile warmly and lean into her touch, admiring her face; her gaze slides to your mouth.
"What a feeling" by Irene Cara is blowing the speakers up when you finally kiss. She tastes like beer and ment, a combination that seems odd at first, but turns addictive very quickly.
A hot make out session and some heavy petting later, you find yourself on her couch.
Your friends were heading home anyways, you say to yourself. Hers were gonna stay there a little longer, but "I wanna take you home", she had whispered in your ear after leaving a soft kiss there.
You couldn't say no.
And so here you are, with this stranger in her fancy apartment. "You have a sense of style, huh?" you comment as you look around.
She comes back from the kitchen and sits by your side, handing you the glass of water you asked for. "Yeah, I guess? I hired an interior designer, and my parents helped me too."
You squint at her and tilt your head, curious and confused. "An interior designer? Fuck" you can't help but to sound impress, which you are.
She freezes momentarily, then chuckles nervously. "Yeah, uh, well..." she shrugs and looks down, playing with the new bottle of beer between her hands.
You notice the shift in her demeanor, your tipsy mind trying to think.
"Wait. Are you, like... A celebrity?" you ask warily, leaning closer to her.
She glances at you. "I guess you could say that" she admits, "I'm an actress."
You sit up straighter, nodding slowly. "Oh." You deliberate whether to ask further or not, coming up with the solution in a second.
"And why would you act all shy about it?" you tease, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.
She relaxes instantly and gives you a playful stare. "Shut up," she swats your arm softly "It's just that I thought you knew" she adds in a murmur.
You wiggle your eyebrows. "Oh, should I know?" you lean closer, leaving the glass on the table. You reach her sides, your hands wandering making her squirm.
"Ugh, no" she refutes sulking, but her smile gives her away. She settles her bottle aside too; she faces you and lets her hands roam over your sides too, tickling.
You both giggle softly, getting closer and closer till your lips meet again.
After some seconds making out, your breathing gets heavier and your clothes are bothering you.
"I've never done this before" you mutter on her lips.
She was staring at your mouth, but her eyes flicker to yours. "You mean like, with a celebrity?" she asks warily.
"No," you chuckle softly "I mean, like hook up like this. With a stranger."
She trails off a little, only to smirk. "Oh, a classic girl" her gaze is wandering all over your face now, admiring each detail.
You snort, smiling and shaking your head. "Don't be all smug about it" you roll your eyes, then you lean in again.
She nods softly. "Okay, okay" she whispers before parting her lips and capturing yours.
Soon after, both of your pants end up tossed somewhere on the floor, and she leads you to her bedroom.
You both lie down on your sides as you keep kissing. Her lips are soft and full, you can feel her hands cardling through your hair and a shiver runs through your spine.
You hum and whine quietly against her mouth, she scoots closer and parts her lips in response. You lick her bottom lip slowly before sliding your tongue into her mouth, caressing hers.
Your tongues mingle together, lips fully parted, brushing in the process. The kiss turns sloppy and passionate. Your hands grip her shirt eagerly, grasping onto her.
You tilt your head up slightly as you trail off, giving her lips a gentle lick. "Fuck, you're so hot" you whisper. She grants you a breathy chuckle.
"You're so gorgeous" she murmurs in a husky voice, tilting her head to lean in again. You kiss her readily, letting out a soft moan as you feel her teeth capturing your bottom lip and tugging at it playfully.
Her hands sneak down, leaving soft squeezes in its wake, feather-touch tracing your curves.
She breaks the kiss softly and rests her forehead on yours. "Can I?" she whispers, her breath hitches as she waits for your response.
You can see her eyes gleaming under the dim light. Her parted lips are reddish and swollen from making out with you, and her chest raises and falls with each ragged breath.
"Yes" you sigh, reaching down to grasp her wrist and guide it lower. "God, yes."
You nuzzle against each other, brushing your noses softly and you both gasp as she makes contact with your damp panties.
She traces your slit through your panties with two expert fingers, applying gentle pressure. You instantly roll your hips. "You can... Press harder" you mutter sheepishly, cheeks flushing crimson as you watch her lips curling up into a smirk.
"Yes ma'am" she teases. You let out a noise between a chuckle and a gasp.
"Oh, shut up—" you press your lips stifling a high-pitched moan that dies in your throat. Her digits are stroking harder now -yet still teasing-, and you can feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment; you feel stupid for reacting like this when she's not even touching you yet.
She bites her lip, gauging your reaction. Her breathing gets heavier. "God, you're so cute..." she mutters, brushing her lips against yours.
The blush creeps onto your ears. "God, just shut your mouth" you grumble pathetically, hiding in the crook of her neck. Your hips don't stop, though. You keep rubbing againts her fingers through your panties.
"But you are," she continues, her voice thick and velvet, "you already feel amazing and I'm not even..."
You grab her wrist again and lead her under your panties. "Just..." you interrupt her with a breathy whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally feel her fingers against your skin.
A groan escapes her lips as she feels your slick folds enveloping her digits, coating them with your fresh arousal. She traces your slit slowly and relentlessly, from your clit to your entrance and back to your clit, applying just the right pressure depending on the spot she's exploring.
You hitch one leg over her thighs, allowing her more access and giving yourself more room to move. You start grinding deeper, your stomach brushing against hers through your shirts with each thrust; fabric grazing your skin makes you both shiver.
You trail off and your half-lidded eyes meet. She leans in and kisses you passionately, whispering sweet words between kisses as her touch turns more firm.
She changes the pace, rubbing the base of her fingers against your clit as their tips massage your entrance in circles. You stifle a whimper, you capture her bottom lip and suck it gently; she moans in response.
You pull your hips forward deeply, one of her fingers sliding inside you easily. She gasps in surprise, "oh fuck—".
You start bucking, riding her finger slowly but steadily, pushing your hips forward eagerly with each thrust. She curls her finger slightly, tapping that sweet spot inside you that makes you shudder.
You grip her shoulders and rest your forehead on hers, panting against her mouth. She´s panting too, watching your every move with hooded, hazy eyes.
Her free hand is hovering over your torso, not quite deciding where to stay; so she spreads gentle caresses over your boobs and stomach.
At a given moment, she presses her palm against your lower stomach, making you quiver.
"F-fuck, don't do that" you snap in a hot whisper, biting her bottom lip as a scold.
She lets out a grumpy, playful whine. "Why? God, you're tough" she teases, but she rubs your stomach softly instead.
You huff, your breathing becoming laboured already. "Because I don't wanna... Yet" you admit in a mutter, avoiding her gaze by looking at her chin. You notice the mark she has there and can't help but nip it lightly.
She widens her eyes at your admission, but when she's about to complain, her words die in her lips in the shape of a quiet moan at your playfull bite.
"Okay, okay" she concedes breathily, lighting her touch further. "Can you... Get rid of those, though?" she looks down at your panties, her hand underneath them being an obscene bulge that distracts you for a second.
"Yeah. Yeah of course" you whisper back. She removes her hand making you stiff for a second as you feel the sudden lack of her inside you.
You sit up, taking them off. You watch her for a moment— they way she's laying there, just in her panties and that wrinkled shirt.
Without saying a word, you grab the hem of your shirt and also take it off. You're not wearing any bra, and her eyes sparkle and widen as she looks at you fully naked.
"Jesus christ" she pants out, and now she's the one blushing. She sits up slighty, her hands reaching up to cup your breasts. "God, you're so beautiful" she says, transfixed.
You scoff trying to maintain any sort of control. "And you're such a sweet talker" you murmur.
Her eyes were on your chest, but they meet yours as she leers at you. "Haven't been more honest in my life." she says in a low, husky voice. She leans in closer, "But instead of speaking, I can just show you" she adds before kissing you again.
You melt into the kiss, letting her make you lie down as she gets on top of you. You wrap your legs around her waist, she gasps against your lips and peeks down admiring how you've spread for her.
Her hands roam your sides, down to your thighs, which she squeezes eagerly before sliding one hand between them again, resuming with her previous touch.
You throw your head back, choked moans escape your lips as she dips into you again. You feel her curled finger sliding in and out deliciously, hitting all the right spots as she rubs your clit with her thumb.
"Like this?" she whispers in a thick voice, hooded eyes focused on you. You glance at her; her short hair falls like a curtain, spreading her scent. She smells like fresh shampoo and tequila.
You tuck strands of hair behind her ears and grasp the sides of her head pulling her closer. "Yes" you hiss breathlessly, your hips rolling against her finger relentless. "More" you add, brushing your lips against hers as you speak.
She leans in and leaves a messy top lip kiss as she pulls out only to add a second finger. You frown in pleasure and moan, tilting your head to leave wet kisses along her cheek, down to her neck.
"Oh— my god" she whines, deeply aroused by your sultry kisses and the way your body responds to her. She can feel your inner walls pulsing rhythmically around her digits, making her wanna plunge deeper.
She doesn't even has to ask— you shove your hips further, feeling your body acommodate to the intrusion easily. Soon enough, you can feel her knuckles brushing against your outer lips.
You peek down, then back at her. You find her glancing down, amazed. She looks back at you, "Wow, that was easier than expected" she says in a breathy chuckle.
You wiggle your hips experimentally, smirking. "Meh, your fingers are not that large" you tease, although you visibly writhle as she rubs that spot inside you.
She rolls her eyes, a sly smile tugging at the side of her lips that makes her dimple enhance. "You're truly impossible" she mutters shaking her head before going for your neck, nibbling it playfully as she resumes her thrusts.
You meet each one with renewed vigor, secretly proud of how perfectly she feels inside you. Your hands slide to the back of her head, pulling her closer and tilting your head to give her better access to your neck.
Squelching noises fill the room, making you shove harder, fucking yourself with her fingers. You nip her right shoulder, leaving reddish marks on her exposed skin, her shirt sliding down her shoulder as you unbutton it.
You look at her, admiring her beautiful face contorted in pleasure and concentration. You slide one hand to cup her left cheek, and you drag your thumb across her lips. These part and nip at the tip of your digit, only to lick it soothingly afterwards.
This drives you to the edge, your hips stutter as you roll them against her more purposefully, grasping onto her shoulder as you feel it coming.
"fuck fuck fuck" you mutter desperately, the delicious tension building inside you.
She was propping herself on her free hand, but now she digs her knees on the mattress so that she can sneak down her hand and press her palm against your lower stomach in that way that almost sent you earlier.
That's what finally makes you snap. The combined sensation of her fingers curled inside you, tapping at that spot; her thumb rubbing your clit relentlessly and now her other hand pushing down, makes you utterly lose control; milking her fingers for all they're worth.
You let out a shuddering final pant, writhering beneath her. Your legs are still trembling with aftershocks as she keeps moving inside you but slower and gentler, helping you ride out the waves.
She hears you hiss quietly, the sensations feeling like too much, so she gives your inner walls one last touch before she withdraws her hand, sliding it up your mound and side.
"Fucking hell..." you murmur wrapping your arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
You whine as you feel her relax, laying her body on yours. The pressure of her stomach against your mound is soothing. "You're so sweet..." she says in a husky voice as she peppers kisses along your neck.
"Ugh," you huff, rolling your eyes playfully and also in contentment for her touches, "stop it already." Your voice is hoarse from the moaning.
She chuckles against your skin, making you shiver. But you roll over, making her lay down before she can complain.
"Oh!" she lets out a startled laugh, "Okay, that was unexpected" she sprawls back comfortably beneath you, giving you her best smirk as her eyes sparkle with mischief.
You narrow your eyes, smiling. "You're such a yapper, aren't you?" you lean in, exploring her neck and lower.
Her playful giggles turn breathy. "I... Maybe..." she tries, slowly getting lost in sensations. You can feel her hands splayed out on your back, caressing kind of eagerly.
Now is your turn to giggle as you unbutton the buttons left tied on her shirt and trace her collarbone and cleavage with your tongue. "Oh, so there is a way to make you shut up."
She clicks her tongue, but her back arches before she can even process how her body is reacting. The fabric slides off her arms as you undress her, she sits up slightly to help you.
Her gaze is intense as she stares at you with half-lidded eyes; a soft pale pink tone is coloring her cheeks. When your eyes lock, she instantly spreads her legs wider around your waist.
You feel a sudden urge to feel her, to taste her.
Your breathing becomes ragged as you take off her panties, finally having her bare before you. You let out a whiny sigh, eyes darting everywhere.
You don't have to say a word. She lays down again, pillows behind her back keep her slightly sat up. She bends up her legs and spread them again, presenting herself to you.
You stare at her bluntly, mouth ajar. Even under the dim light you can see how excited she is.
You curse to yourself as you lay on your stomach and dive into her without further delay.
Her fingers slide into your hair as you hover over her wet folds, inhaling her scent. You graze her slit with the tip of your nose, making her squirm slightly. Stirred up by her contained reaction, you drag your flattened tongue from her entrance to her clit.
She writhels more now, her nails scratch your scalp lightly. "Hmph... Fuck..." she whines in that husky voice that's been driving you insane all night.
You find yourself surprised and obviously aroused by hearing her unrestricted noises for the first time. She's been so focused on you until now, and now she can let go to her own pleasure.
You start lapping with renewed enthusiasm, tilting your head up and down slightly; and forward when you want to apply more pressure.
Her hips start rolling in response, fucking your mouth deliciously as she tugs at your hair lightly.
You moan against her, encouraging her grip. "Yeah? You like that?" she asks breathless, and the way she sounds makes you suck harder.
Obscene slurping sounds fill the room as you work on her entrance, tasting her shamelessly. Then you lick up and wrap your lips around her swollen clit, sucking it in the perfect pace as you tap it with your tongue.
She's sloppy, warm and genuinely tastes amazing. You roll your eyes a little, enjoying yourself as she gets off thanks to you.
You release her clit trailing off slightly, she whines pathetically in complain "Hmm, gorgeous...?" she purrs running her fingers through your hair, as in trying to seduce you into resuming.
You peek at her briefly, smirking mischievously. Your eyes have a cheeky glimmer in them that makes her feel dizzy. She Bites her lip, ogling at you as she notices her fluids all over your mouth and chin.
You part your lips and drag them along her folds, going lower. She hisses and throws her head back, lifting her hips.
"Fuck, I don't know what are you up to, but you can do it" she drawls, her voice strained as she tries to hold back.
A breathy laugh escapes your lips, turning into a warm puff against her wet folds. She whines and squirms, restless. You decide to have some mercy, and finally slide your tongue inside her steadily.
She lifts her hips further immediately. "Fuck— yes!" she chants, her hands gripping your hair firmly.
You plunge inside her more firmly; as far as you can go, her inner walls stretching around you. She bucks against you, rolling her hips in a pace that makes you moan; your sounds muffled against her flesh.
Her words turn incoherent, her legs tremble, it's obvious she's making an effort to not drap them around your neck.
You scoop the back of her thighs, supporting them and encouraging her to wrap her legs around your shoulders. She takes the hint and scoots lower; you feel her warm skin around your neck.
"Damn it feels so amazing" she manages to pant out in a low, hoarse voice.
You double your efforts, bobbing your head so that your tongue slides in and out of her. The change in position allows you to delve deeper, brushing your lips against her folds with each thrust. One of your hands gropes her right side and buttcheek as your other hand reaches her neglected clit, rubbing it in circles.
Her eyes snap open at the dual stimulation of your mouth and fingers, her body twitches, hips rolling frantically. You can tell she's close, which makes you wanna act up on your dirty thoughts quickly. You pull out your tongue and drag it firmly upwards, replacing your fingers on her clit with it.
She moans louder, and her grinds become impatient, her pussy aching for further penetration.
You pant against her between laps, and slide your hand between her legs. She shudders in anticipation. "Yes. Yes yes yes, please. Please do it" she hisses and begs, her voice husky and high-pitched.
You slide one finger in without further hesitation. The moan she grants you with makes you press your flat tongue against her greedily.
She bucks against you at a frenzied pace, your muffled moans against her skin as you suck her and the wet thuds of your finger pounding into her create a lustful symphony.
Her movements turn erratic, and the moment you curl your finger and tap her g spot repeatedly, she loses it.
With a final choked keening noise, she comes undone, her release gushing, coating your finger and chin. You lick her eagerly, pulling your finger out to lap at her entrance, tasting her.
"Oh my..." aftershocks wrack through her and she quakes misserably, glancing at you with her head tilted as you feast on her.
You leave a final long lick before lifting your chin smugly. You glance at her, so proud of yourself that makes her laugh. "If I'm a yapper, then you're such a cocky girl".
Her fingers are combing through your hair in such a gentle way that makes you bite your lip to suppress a warm smile.
"Maybe I am" you murmur as you cling up. You roll onto your sides, facing eachother. She hooks one leg over yours and covers the both of your naked bodies with a blanket and a duvet.
You shiver slightly under the fresh fabric, a sharp contrast to your warm bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.
She leans closer and her leg squeezes you keeping you near. "Oh, the smug girl finally admits her flaws" she teases. She reaches up and cleans your face with the back of her hand.
You lean back in feidging outrage, brows furrowed. "Flaws?" you repeat, a smirk tugging at your lips, "my stubborness is definitely one of my biggest strengths".
A hearted-laugh escapes her lips, she throws her head back and her shoulders bounce as the heavenly noise fills your ears, and you have this thought— that you could get used to that laugh.
"Yeah, sure right?" she looks back at you, her expression so relaxed it's even sultry. "I'd like to find out" she adds quieter, almost shyly.
There's a comfortable pause where you observe her and lean in closer. Your hands explore her sides and stomach under the warm blanket, and that thought keeps hovering your mind.
"Uh, so..." she hesitates, she licks her lips. "Do you wanna spend the night?" she finally blurts out. She blushes afterwards, realizing how desperate and nervous she sounded.
You smile warmly. "Yeah, I'd love that" your voice coming out soft and genuine, no jab this time.
She smiles back at you. "Sick" she murmurs before kissing you, tasting your wry smile as you roll your eyes playfully and kiss her back.
*some days after*
You get a text
Your friend: hey so i binged some random show on netflix the other day, and guess who fucking showed up
Your friend: *sends a screenshot*
you: girl WHAT THE FUCK
a/n: i think it's pretty obvious i used a playlist for this one lmao
Quick aclaration: when i say publications on friday i'm saying; in case of any publications, they will be on fridays. Not that every friday there will be a fic.
Summary: You always felt like something was off about you. People would describe you as sweet, fun to be with, loyal, inteligent, cool. But never interesting enough to be mad in love with. Always an angel, never a god, as they say.
She just gets you, tho.
Words count: 2.2k
Warnings: NSFW +18, lesbian sex, top!Vada
MASTERLIST
"Gosh, I'm so done" you lie down on Vada's bed launching onto it dramatically. She was typing frantically on her laptop, sending a last minute college essay before vacations start, and she looks at you. "What do you mean?"
"The girl I told you about. We met this afternoon, when you were heading here. She told me we better stay as friends" you huff, covering your face with your hands. "I'm just so sick of it all, Vadaaa" you grunt against your hands, your voice muffled.
"She isn't worth it, come on. Didn't she have some weird comments about some people being 'too gay' these days, or something like thatr?" Along with her husky, soothing voice, you hear the rustling of the covet underneath you as she sets the laptop aside and lies by your side.
"I mean yeah, she was weird" you shrug, uncovering your face, "but..." you sigh, trailing off. When you tilt your head, you find her looking at you.
You've been friends since forever now, but her intense brown stare never fails to take your breath away. Before your silence, she asks softly, "but what?"
You hiss, shrugging again. "I don't know, I just..." You turn your head, looking up at the ceiling. "I was open for a one-night thing as well, you know?" You sigh, "I just haven't... Felt... Wanted, since fucking forever" your voice drifts down as you speak, blush creeping up your cheeks.
"It's just that... I don't know, people always tell me how funny I am, how much they like spending time with me, texting with me, how much they learn from me... But then when it comes to the... Physicality? And to the... Emotion, of it all, to the romanticism... They're just... Not interested."
Silence settles in, but she maneges to make it feel warm. You finally glance at her, "jesus just say something. I'm just being grumpy here" your smile is rueful, but you really don't want her to pity you.
Her smile, however, is sweet. "Sorry. I just think it's stupid."
Your blood freezes in your veins. "What?" you sound out of breath, eyes wide.
Hers widen too as she realizes how she's sound. "Oh. Shit. No! Sorry, I'm so sorry" she puts her hands up in apology and sits up. "I just mean like... She's stupid. Every woman that has rejected you is stupid. I think it's stupid to reject you" she explains as you sit up as well, in front of her.
Your blush comes back, harder this time. "W-why... Why would you say that?" And you hate how hopeful you sound.
Vada looks deep into your eyes, earnest. You hear the front door closing downstairs, meaning her family has finally left for the rest of the evening.
"I think you're fucking incredible, and they all should be lucky to even draw your attention." You must've winced in disagreement, because she frowns. "Do you not agree?"
Once again, you shrug. "I don't know..." You look down at your lap, hands fidgeting. "I... Try to be confident, but... Facts don't help..."
She clicks her tongue and snorts, and you see her hands covering yours. They're warm, contrasting with the metallic cool temperature of her rings.
"Hey", her soft voice urges you to look up. "You're so beautiful. In and out." Her gaze softens even more when your eyes meet, and it drifts briefly to your lips before focusing on eye contact, speaking again.
"It's not your fault, okay?" You're so mesmerized that you don't realize you're supposed to reply. "Okay?" She insists.
You blink several times and shake your head, focusing. "Yeah, yeah. Okay" you murmur back, but it doesn't sound like you believe it.
She makes a face of exasperation, quickly followed by a soft chuckle when you laugh at her expression. "I mean it..." She grunts playfully, squeezing your hands once. "And you're making me sound super corny right now, which I hate" she adds, her voice charged with mirth.
You laugh, relaxed now. She's a natural for this— making you feel good. After sharing a soft giggle and with your stare going down to your hands holding, your smile turns shy. "... It's not my fault" you repeat in a murmur.
"Hm? What? I can't hear a damn thing..." She teases scooting closer, your knees brushing and she bends over, forward. "Again, please?"
You giggle like a teenager. "It's not my fault..." You slur your words in a playfully stubborn tone, just as equally low as before.
You feel her closeness, and when you look up you find her smirking at you, mere inches away. Your breath hitches at that moment, eyebrows scooting up in surprise. Vada is naturally touchy and chummy, but you can't recall a situation in which she had stood this close.
"You're fucking incredible" she repeats again, her voice breathy and intimate this time.
The following events seem to happen in slow motion, and still you can't bring yourself to fully react.
First, you feel her warm hands migrating to your forearms. Then, you feel her steady, confident pull, guiding you to lie down. Then, you see her, and feel her, looming over you. You're not sure if she's almost straddling you or just by your side, because you can't take your eyes off hers.
Her gaze is magnetic. Dark, a loyal shelter you can cling to. Her warm hands glide up your arms until they're on either sides of your neck. She's not holding; she just places them there. Keeps you grounded even if you're feeling dizzy with anticipation.
"You're funny, charming, inteligent... All those things people call you. But you're also..." Her eyes run over your features serenely. "...You're also really fucking sexy. And attractive. And interesting."
She sounds so husky and low that your eyes flutter with every vibration of her voice. "You're fucking amazing, in every possible way. You can't think otherwise." Again, you're speechless, which leads her to insist, "okay?"
This time you nod firmly. "Okay" your voice barely above a whisper.
She nods once, apparently pleased, but more than that, distracted. Her stare is merciless; she seems to be scanning your face for the very first time.
First actual observation, at least. But you've looked at her like this before.
Even if it's always been platonic, you've always had a little bit of a crush on her. Or maybe more than just a little. It was already there when you were teens, but now her features seem more sharp; more mature. It only makes her more irresistible, you realize as your eyes meet again.
Her actions seem slow-motioned still. Gently, she leans in, a lock of hair gracefully falling onto her temple, down to her cheek. Her eyes dart between yours and your lips, and hers part slightly as she finally captures yours in a sweet kiss.
You can't repress a tiny whimper leaving your throat, landing on her mouth. She makes a sort of grunt sound, and she lingers there for some long seconds before leaning back just enough. You must be giving her the most vulnerable gawk ever, because she feels the need to make sure you're alright.
"Do you want this?"
This time, you nod on the spot. "Yeah. I do."
She smiles so beautifully, a little pant of relief leaves her lips. Your body seems to act on its own; because you put your arms around her shoulders and pull her in for another kiss before either of you can be awkward about it.
You love the way she exhales through her nostrils as you kiss again, and you love how she kisses. She's so tender and careful that you're washed with a deep sense of smallness, feeling cherished and taken care of.
You part your lips first, but she's quick and her tongue is gently making space for itself between them in a matter of seconds. Usually you're not this sensitive, but she's ripping a quiet moan out of you the moment her tongue touches yours.
You feel her legs moving to either sides of you, finally getting fully on top of you. And as the slow, smoldering make out session goes on, you feel yourself getting more and more lost.
"Mph, Vada..." You whine quietly as her lips leave yours, only to trail her way down your neck.
Her hands seem to be everywhere now, but that's just only because of her warm; loyal presence. Because really, she's still handling you with slowness and calmness. Yet, you feel her pleasant touch gliding down your arms, squeezing your sides, and going higher.
She leans back to look at you reassuringly as her hands cup your tits over your sweater. And by the loud gasp you realise, she can be sure everything's going more than alright.
You close your eyes, hands caressing her back, and let her do whatever she wants. She's making you feel desired, like no one else has done lately.
Between soft pants and stifled gasps, she makes her way down your body, and you instinctively lift your hips before she has to say anything, giving her full access to pull down your jeans and underwear.
When you feel the cool air hitting your skin and her nice touch immediately after, caressing you, keeping you warm; you open your eyes and look down. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of Vada between your legs, so close to your center, looking up at you with her hands around your thighs.
She takes a moment to look deep into your eyes, her gaze as breathtaking as ever. And then, she leans in; her eyes fluttering shut the moment your taste invades her tongue.
You arch your back and hold back a moan as she starts working her way to your pleasure. Turns out it's not a difficult task; you were already soaking before she even touched you.
Her lips are plump, gliding up and down your slit. They can be firm, she presses them against your clit in a promising, lingering kisses. They can be deadly as well; when she licks down until she reaches your entrance, with her tongue tentatively lapping the hole.
Vada is teasing, so teasing. You never actually fantasized about her; you confined yourself to strictly platonic, romantic-orientated yearning. But if you had ever imagined her eating you out, you would never in a million years would've pictured her this teasing.
The cool silver sings around her fingers make you hiss. She never stops touching, caressing your thighs, tracing your every mark. Details you've never really been proud of; she makes them seem wanted; longed for.
She plays with that, purposefully pushing your inner thighs with her thumbs, both adorned with beautiful rings. She uses her nails, scratches your upper thighs nicely and then pets lovingly, leaving you confused and charmed.
Vada tilts her head from time to time, cocking it just enought to grant you a new angle, new sensations. She makes you blush with the wet sounds she makes when she laps, and the squelching noises she's causing you to produce with the friction of her tongue against your entrance, leaking profusely against her deft touch.
Clutching the sheets, you feel the well-known, pleasant feeling gathering in your lower stomach. That knot getting bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger.
She seems to sense it too, in a way, because she renews her efforts; now focusing on swirling her tongue around your clit and sucking it with her dangerous lips.
You whimper and hum, bite your lip and rock your hips, struggling to hold back. She doesn't make it easier either, because she surprises you by rubbing two fingers against your entrance. Not really sliding them in, but touching just the right way while sucking you higher.
The orgasm arrives before you expected, taking you by surprise and denying the possibility of being cool about it. Instead, you arch your back sharply and hold your breath before letting it go in a loud, drawn-out moan that becomes husky and relieved as you empty your lungs.
You feel yourself pulsing rhythmically, your clit twitching under her now gentler lapping; and your walls clenching and unclenching around nothing, eager and satisfied at the same time.
When she gives you one last kiss before climbing her way up, carefully hooking one leg over yours, one arm drapped across your chest, playing with your hair with her other hand; she looks at you so sweetly and pleased with herself that it almost looks like she isn't responsable for the best oral you've received in your life.
You struggle to speak between bated breaths. "That... How did you... Where have you..."
Vada shushes you playfully, a sly smile on her shiny lips. "Don't worry about it. What matters here is that you deserved that" she mutters, shifting to snuggle closer. Your noses brush softly. "And I loved every second of it." She shuts you up before you can complain, kissing you. And again, you can't help to whimper when you feel both her incredible lips, and your own essence on them.
"You deserve everything good. And you can't settle for simple, empty lust. You deserve the best. Because you are, the best."
Her sweet talk and husky murmurs envelop you, wrapping you in a warm emotional blanket that is slowly seeping in. And as you hug her tight and guide her on top of you again, you finally believe her.
