.แ.แ ATTENTION grace x reader, servicetop!grace, wlw fingering (reader receiving), fem!reader, wlw, dacryphilia, domesticated couple, squirting -- not being able to sleep, you ask if grace can do anything to get you to shut your eyes. she knows exactly what to do. NOT proofread ;-;
itโs not often you find yourself in the middle of a sleepless night. you may not always get the recommended eight hours, but you typically make it through the night. and when you canโt?
your girlfriend, GRACE ASHCROFT, is always there to help you wind down. shy demeanor on the shelf with you, the only reason her heart rate is up now is due to the favor she's filling for you.
she knows exactly how to keep your body laced in her lanky arms, encouraging you to lean back into her chest while her fingers plunge into you fluidlyโฆintentionally. grace replays your excuse as she anchors you to her body with an arm around your chest.
โi canโt fall asleep.โ
her breaths match your gasps, the tip of her nose deep in your dimple while she works her fingers in you. the groggy young woman fight sleep with stronger pulses of her fingers, wrist beginning to tighten.
โgraโโ she immediately shushes you, shaking her head and propping your leg higher into the air with a thigh between your legs.
โthat feel good?โ she whispers against your flesh, feeling your body rock back into her. the nod you give fuels her, curling her fingers against plushy, damp walls that make her moan into your ear. sheโs trying so hard to keep her eyes open, nuzzling into your shivering frame to feel the friction. โhmm, come on princess.โ the nickname is stuttered on, quiet and vulnerable just like the thick atmosphere.
your hips stutter on hers, clenching her fingers with your excitement. weak, shaky breaths make her body throb with every exhale.
with her aim to please, she finds herself getting carried away. her fingers move faster at a pace that makes you choke out a groan and slam a palm over her hand.
โsโs-slow down,โ you mutter, pushing her hand away with only a weak force, easily dominated by her fingers taking over once again. they scoop yours up, swatting them away before the blonde kisses your jaw.
โokay, okay. donโt touch, not yet,โ she stumbles over your words while kisses pamper your shoulder. โdonโt get in your own way,โ she pants, biting the inside of her cheek from the feeling of your hips rolling against hers. she interprets your silence as frustration; the second your fingers clasped behind her neck, she melted into you.
her middle and ring fingers continue to curl inside of you, pulling her other arm from underneath you to anchor herself on her side. the analyst fishes for kisses, face nudging yours to face hers with a quickening pace in her hand.
she can feel the tightening of your cunt around her smooth fingers, small squelching noises filling the quiet air. the small whine of her name makes her smile over the apple of your cheek, nodding. โpretty girl,โ she mutters like itโs her in your position. โwanna touch yourself for me? play with your clit for me? please baby?โ she begs, the tip of her nose burying in your flesh. โi wanna see you do that thing I like. do you have it in you?โ pale eyes peer over the natural hills of your skin to catch your shy fingers fondle with the bud above her active movement. grace swears sheโs fallen in love all over again.
being with grace long enough, youโve come to learn new things about your body. graceโs undercover talent of making you spill all over her sheets is rarely ever neglected, especially on nights like these where wearing your body out is the only way to catch a wink of sleep. โmmhmm,โ you coo. with your team effort, she knows youโll be slipping in her arms very soon.
your fingertips roll over yourself with a familiar motion. old faithful. the lust that lives in you makes you hotter, gripping onto your girlfriends neck tighterโ only readjusting. she sees how desperate you are. how much you ache for it. the tears from your yawns make her keep down a giggle. โyou do?โ her question wasnโt seeking an answer, not when she seals your lips in between hers hungrily.
grace swallows the whines you croak down her throat. she doesnโt pull away, she doesnโt stop her fingers. in fact, she goes harder with her digits curling with care. the woman nods, encouraging you to keep going right along with her. her tongue cradles yours. with all of the devotion she has, youโd think she was fighting sleep herself. on the contrary, sheโs exhausted, butโฆ priorities.
the hunger in your kiss weakens, trembling around your girlfriend the closer you get. in her mind, you can barely keep it together. it fuels her. youโve given up on her kiss, lips parted as you seek for air. grace doesnโt blame you. in fact, she opts to study you and dress you in kisses, feeling you get closer.
sheโs there with you through it all. your trembling fingers, shallow breath, eager moans (swears), clammy body. grace doesnโt stop at all, not even for a moment. sheโs even there when you finally start leaking over her fingers, soon spilling over her sheets with each pump she pushes into you.
your body tries to cling to its climax, seizing and jerking in pleasure. and as you do, grace braces you by keeping your leg open with her arm latched around your thigh. โoh, look at you,โ she eggs on, kissing the top of your head. itโs only when your body finally begins to calm down, she exits you only to prop you firm against her chest.
your sighs are like a lullaby to the sleepy woman, choosing to cradle your body in her arms. โhow are you feeling?โ she quizzes, โtired yet?โ
โyou did so good,โ coming from her, you could turn into mush, but you turn to rest your head on her bosom instead.
โi ruined the sheetsโฆ i'm not sleeping in wet sheets.โ that realization makes tired, mossy-stone colored eyes rip back open.
โrightโ" grace chuckles, โokay. letโs get you all cleaned up then? i can handle the sheets and maybe weโll make it through the night.โ
โthank you, baby." you steal a quick kiss from her, "iโll sleep so good.โ
