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⋆.˚. ➛ introduction post

𖦹ೃ࿔ dni : homophobia, racism, men,

religious nonsense, terfs, fat phobia , gore .

.ᐟ࿐ : ℳe : seventeen ! ,

i love crocodiles, the color

orange, older women, spring time, animal

crossing, boygenius , & anything queer!

mostly nsfw . !!

do not : dm if in dni , be unkind , be weird , be

mean !

feel free to send asks / anon ! !

.˚: ↱ do feel free to message me!

- just don't be mean unprovoked ^^

- and i will be nervous .

nsfw below !

The rain pattered against the window in an almost sensual rhythm, it somehow perfectly mirrored the throbbing that simmered beneath their skin, synchronised, unmistakable, passionate. It had only been a year or so since Therese had officially moved into Carols new apartment, or, as Carol liked to call it, “their womanly sanctuary”, the walls were adorned with a plethora of beautiful photos, some of them were personal favourites taken by Therese herself that she simply couldn’t bring herself to sell, despite the insistence from Carol that anyone would be dying to buy them, others were simple pieces bought for cheap at the local charity store not far from where Therese used to live.

Despite the rain, rays of sunlight insisted on ignoring the blinds drawn over the bedroom window, illuminating the room and highlight the almost visible warmth that emerged them both, casting a soft glow over Carols sharp features that refused to soften even in the depths of sleep. Therese couldn’t help but stare, she wasn’t a sleep in kind of person, always ready to embark on whatever the day had in store, her mother always told her she was ‘too enthusiastic for New York’; she begged to differ. Regardless of Thereses distain for sleeping past eight am, she remained perfectly still in bed for Carol so she could watch without interruption, the way her somewhat grey, somewhat blonde, strands rested against her lips, fluttering like feathers after every breath. Although, she couldn’t help but drag her perfectly manicured fingernails gingerly along her spine, careful not to disturb her much needed rest.

‘Hey.’ Carol mumbled hoarsely as she finally awoke from her sleep, not yet willing to open her eyes and face the brightness of the morning. It was endearing, to Therese at least, who views Carols every actions though the same rose tinted glasses she’d seemed to have put on the day they met in Frankenberg’s toy department last December.

‘Good morning.’ Therese responded, inhaling Carols neck as if her scent held the answers to the universe. ‘Eleven pm, a new record.’ She continued fondly with an almost inaudible twinge of sarcasm.

‘Smart-ass.’ The older woman grumbled, before finally prying her eyes open to smirk at the woman that lay beside her, taking in the way Thereses usually uniform chocolate brown hair was jumbled in a state of disarray that went past her shoulders, unable to resist reminiscing on a time where her hair barley touched her chin.

Before the brunette had time to defend herself, Carol planted an array of small kisses onto the woman’s neck, lazy and half-assed, yet still conveying every ounce of passion Carol had for the younger woman. Therese didn’t mind one bit, she returned the kiss with equal favour, her digits sliding down from bumps of carols spine to intertwine with her fingers, pulling her impossibly closer. Thereses leg found its way over carols hips, placing her in an uncommon position of power straddling her hips,not that she opposed it, she had always wanted to feel the thrill on being on top, having her precious Carol squirm beneath her and making her verbalise all of her perverted needs. God, she was going to finish just thinking about it.

‘What are you waiting for, doll?’ Carol snickered. She almost chuckled at her own words, but stopped when she saw the determined look on Therese’s face.

‘I’m yours.’

Therese couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped her lips, nor the way her hips started to instinctively grind against carols like a desperate mutt needing attention, attention Carol was willing to give. With that Therese forgot all about her momentary desire for dominance and begun to dry hump against Carol, her smaller, smooth hands, grabbing desperately at the bottom sheet, one on either side of Carols head. The pale complexion of Thereses skin wasn’t too different ti that of Carols platinum blonde hair. Her crimson red nail polish matched the deep plush that was creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks like blood in water. Carol purposefully bucked her hips upward, sending a jolt of desire through both women.

Carol grabbed Thereses waist, gently, but firmly pulling her from her own hips and pinning her down onto the mattress with practiced ease, like she’d done it a million times before. In reality a million wasn’t far off.

Carol sat up on her knees, her body working with absolute strength despite her age, the rush of adrenaline and desire breaking the boundaries of forty year old stamina. She begun to unbutton Therese’s silk night shirt softly, the smooth, emerald green material falling away from the young woman’s pale skin revealing a village of goosebumps surrounding her perfectly sculpted breasts, no matter how many times Therese felt Carol’s fingers explore her body, how many times she felt her lips memorise her peaks, the butterflies in her stomach refused to dissipate. Carol bit down on one of the rosy peaks with just enough force to produce a moan-mixed-gasp from Therese, the woman’s tongue quickly swirled around the erect nipple in attempt to soothe the sting she’d just caused. Bunkins, the stuffed rabbit that usually inhabited the bed with them, that Carol had bought Therese last month for her birthday and considered their son, was discarded on the floor, thankfully so, he was far too pure to be exposed to such graphic passion.

In what felt like seconds to Therese, but was really almost ten minutes of flushed whispers and intimate touches, Carols fingers had found themselves past Therese’s slick folds and inside of her, satisfying the full feeling Therese so desperately longed for.

‘This was so worth staying in bed for.’ Therese couldn’t help think to herself, with an internal, smug, chuckle at her own admittedly stupid joke.

As Carol began to pump her two slender fingers in and out of Thereses wet cunt, Therese closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, embarrassed by how quickly her lover could reduce her to a mess of whimpers and moans. She was so very whipped for this woman, this stubborn, witty, beautiful woman.

Thereses body shook with a powerful orgasm as Carol pushed her over the edge within minutes, her body was weak compared to the experience of the older woman and her fingers, despite how pathetic she felt,she wouldn’t change it for the world.

‘Thank you..’ Therese mumbled still attempting to extract the shaking from her legs and her voice, her chest rising and falling like an excited toddlers bouncy house after their fifth slice of cake.

‘Don’t thank me yet.’ She purred in response, her thumbs hooking the sides of her own black panties and sliding them down her legs seductively with a smirk plastered on her lips. The dampened underwater was thrown across the room, just missing the laundry basket with, discarded and forgotten within seconds as Carol lowered her own slick slit onto Thereses mouth, leaving a trail of wetness behind as she begun to grind shamelessly against the poor girls lips.

‘Fuck yeah.’ She grunted, her tone husky, like when she’s had a few too many glasses of wine.

Therese could practically feel her heart begging to be let free from the desire rising in her chest. She could feel the black curled hairs that framed Carols cunt get stuck between her teeth as she eats the older woman out feverishly like a starved woman gone mad, it only made her more desperate, more needy, more achy. One of her hands gripped the woman’s hip, holding her in place, as if the idea of Carol moving anytime soon wasn’t utter nonsense, whilst the other hand slid down her flat chest and slipped between her own folds. Her fingers immediately found the bundle of nerves still sensitive post orgasm, which only egged her on further. Her delicate digits matched the rhythm of her tongue, no longer tentative and gentle, but instead determined and needy as she worked to pay back her beautiful, blonde, lover.

Therese had always despised the way the fabric of her clothes clung to her skin when it was drenched with rain. It happened far too often, as she insisted on wearing the thinnest shirts known to mankind amid the heavy rainfall that had been plaguing New York all week. Regardless, she wouldn’t allow the miserable weather to dampen her mood; the brand-new heels she’d bought discounted at Frankenberg’s clicked and clacked against the stone pavement in perfect unison, creating an almost melodic sound as she walked that pleased her greatly. Her signature red fingernails, inspired by carols the first night they’d shared a bed, stood out beautifully against Therese’s lighter complexion as her delicate fingers wrapped around the bottom of her umbrella. Therese hates wearing hoods, ‘they ruined every outfit’, she insists frequently.

Her excitement was almost tangible as she spotted the illuminated sign of the restaurant, Jamie’s Cavern, a simple diner, but a significant staple of her childhood in the city that she recommended to any person that cared to listen, which honestly wasn’t many. The little bell above the door dinged as she entered, she made sure to shake off her umbrella in the doorway to prevent making the floor slippery for the next person. Her eyes quickly glanced around the restaurant and all of its busy bodies, searching for the beautiful, blonde-haired woman that awaited her.

When her eyes finally met Carol's beautiful orbs, the heat in her chest rose to her face and deepened the pink blush that painted her cheeks, warming her entire body from the inside out completely. She made her way gleefully over to the older woman and slipped into the booth seat opposite her, their knees greeting eachother igniting sparks within Therese’s body, it had been two years since the women had been together for the first time in that hotel on New Year’s Eve, but the fluttering of Therese’s heart when she saw the woman hadn’t yet begun to simmer down, instead growing more and more passionate with every day that passed. This must be what true love felt like. Something both women had longed for, for so long.

‘Hey.’ Carol speaks, resting her cheek in her palm as she watched the younger woman adjust to her seat, a clear glimmer of happiness and infatuation in her eyes at the sight of her much younger girlfriend.

‘Hi, sorry I’m late, you know how the weather is, I tried to hurr—‘ Therese began, rambling, but Carol interrupted her with a deep, witty, laugh.

‘It’s fine darling, I can survive a couple of minutes without you.’

Therese rolled her eyes and smiled internally. She couldn’t help but glance around the packed restaurant, I didn’t seem like they were getting a server anytime soon, and the feeling of Carol's smooth skin against her own under the table was enough to make Therese’s body tingle with excitement. Before Carol, Therese thought she simply wasn’t a sexual person, as she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic whenever the topic came up, with men, but now she can’t help chuckle at the absurdity of the statement, even the faint smell of Carol's perfume was enough to dampen Therese’s underwear.

Unfortunately, Therese was snapped out of her own lustful mind when the smoke of Carol's newly lit cigarette hit her face, most people would be mad, but Therese, she loved it, she loved the way the smoke protected her from the cold like a personal shield, and the smell of ash that tantalised her nostrils. Carol extended the almost full pack of cigarettes towards Therese, all the white buds together looking kind of like a little beehive, offering without a word, she could tell from the packaging it wasn’t her usual brand, but who was she to reject a free cigarette from the gorgeous women that sat before her. She allowed the smoke from her own cigarette to mingle with the smoke from carols, cresting a cloud above them, mirroring the dull weather and grey cast of clouds outside the window beside them

Even when both of the women’s cigarettes were reduced to small buds of the remaining filter, no one had coke to serve them. Carol's eyes, full of impatience and flirtation met Therese’s.

‘Come. Bathroom.’ The older woman muttered, but her intention clear, making Therese body grow even hotter with desire, she’d never had sex anywhere remotely public before, it was scandalous, un heard of, but god, Carol could make spiders sexy if she tried hard enough, and so, Therese stood up with a nod that spoke all of her determination and want, taking Carols slim beautiful fingers into her own and squeezing tightly with reassurance that she definitely wanted this, so fucking bad. Their bodies were impossibly close as they walked hurriedly in unison towards the female bathroom, a little room in the back of the restaurant with a generic female silhouette sign that was barely holding on.

Once they were in the bathroom Carol wasted no time lifting Therese onto the clean sink, she wasn’t convinced it was stable, but she didn’t really care, not when her whole world was positioned right in front of her, so accessible. Carol's hands gripped firmly at Therese’s waist, her thumbs rubbing softly back and forth, soothing the intensity she immediately knew was rising inside the younger brunette from many, many, other encounters together. Therese’s breathing was ragged and intense, her hands going to unbutton the first few buttons of Carol's silky blouse, a creme Italian silk, revealing the black lace bra underneath that pushed up Carol's cleavage beautifully. Before she could reach the fifth button Carol grabbed her wrist, pushing it back towards Therese’s own chest and grabbing the other, pinning them together above her head, right next to the foggy mirror adorned with mildew.

Carol's lips immediately joined Therese’s in a passionate, needy, kiss, her tongue pushing past the light rosy lips of the younger woman without any hesitation and sliding sensually against hers, their saliva mixing together to brew a potion of lust and passion, so utterly intoxicating. Carol's soft hands slipped under Therese’s shirt and traced the underneath of her breasts cupped by her bra, the pink floral garment that Carol had bought her last May for Easter. It was cute. However, it was quickly unclasped and discarded, not caring enough to consider the unhygienic state of the bathroom floor.

‘Hurry up and fuck me.’ Therese moaned desperately, her wrists tugging against Carol's hand begging to be let free.

‘Okay, okay.’ She laughed in response, her hands slipping down past her stomach, her manicured fingernails circling her belly button and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its place as they trailed down further, past the dip of her stomach and the waistband of her wet underwear. Her fingers slipped past the incredibly slick folds and found Therese’s clit like a magnet. She immediately pinched the pink, sensitive bundle of nerves, soaking in the way Therese’s body arched off the sink in a desperate plea for release. Carols loved seeing her girl squirm under her touch, she loved the power, the control over her sweet angel, flung out of space.

‘yes, yes.’ The young woman practically squealed, so needy for more.

‘I know.. shh.’ Carol responded, her cocky smirk audible in her voice, her hands tightening their grip on the girl's wrist.

‘I love you. Carol.. I love you.’ Therese continued with a whine.

The intensity in her eyes softened momentarily, her lips coming up to press gentle kisses down the girl's neck, small, gentle pecks that contrasted the way her fingers were rubbing manically against Therese’s clit.

‘I love you too.’

With that, Carol slipped her two favourite fingers inside of Therese, only starting to move in a slow, deliberate, pattern once Therese had adjusted to the full feeling inside of her. Carols finally and begrudgingly let go of her wrists, only so that they could grip Therese’s thighs, holding her in place on the sink so she didn’t accidentally squirm away and fall onto the floor. They could still hear the busy world outside of the bathroom, waiters taking orders, laughing families, couples flirting, it only made it far more exciting to the both of them as the thrill of getting caught hung seductively in the air. Carol couldn’t help but ponder on what a scandal it would be.. the headlines, but the heavy, fluttering feeling in her chest wasn’t fear nor regret, it was pure, unadulterated lust, the kind of lust that could only spark between two women so in love.

Carol's fingers picked up their pace inside of Therese, curling up to hit that perfect, sensitive spot inside of her, making Therese gasp and pant with need, her hands reaching desperately to hold onto the fabric of Carol's blouse needing something to ground her, not that she minded being on cloud nine with the woman of her dreams fingering her on a public sink. Therese had learned to ignore the slightly painful feeling of Carol's fingernails scraping against her insides, if anything, it turns her on more.

Therese’s orgasm washed over her like an ocean wave of ecstasy and desire, her legs vibrating against the sink, her skin slick with sweat making her kind of stick to the porcelain material beneath her. Carol didn’t give her the slightest opportunity to make any of her usual sounds, her perverted begs and praises, as she trapped her lips in another passionate kiss, saliva mixing around the younger girl's chin. Carol then bit down on her lower lip just enough to invoke an adorable yelp that egged Carol on even further. Therese’s body was so overwhelmed with stimulation and that buzzy feeling of excitement post orgasm that she wasn’t sure if she could walk.

‘You did amazing.’ Carol spoke between gentle kisses. ‘Now let’s get back to our table before we lose our reservation that cost me, far too much.’