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summary: abby wants to try something new, but can’t help but feel nervous. but don’t worry! she has you to guide her :3
cont: nsfw 18+, first time oral sex, lowkey subby abby (?), praise, guiding, abby being a quick learner, overstim but only if you squint idk
it’s one of those nights where things start lazy. her mouth is warm against yours, it’s the kind of kiss that makes your chest ache in a good way. soft but greedy, her tongue brushing yours, her thumb stroking little circles against your hip. you shift just slightly, pressing down against the solid muscle of her thigh, and her breath hitches.
she kisses you like she’s starving, but there’s always this hesitance with her. like she’s holding something back. when you pull back just a little, she looks dazed, flushed, lips wet.
you smile softly as you look at her, brushing your thumb over her jaw. “you okay, abby?”
abby can feel her throat tightening up as she swallows her, nodding quickly. but the words leave her mouth before she could even stop herself.
“i wanna go down on you.”
you blink, surprised. she’s staring at you with this mix of determination and absolute terror, cheeks pink.
“bad idea?” she blurts, immediately panicking at your silence. “it’s stupid, forget it, i-”
you cut her off with a kiss, soft and sweet. “hey hey no. it’s not stupid. i just didn’t think you’d ever bring it up.”
her eyes flick away, then back. “yeah, i… i’ve been thinking about it. i just never… i dunno. i don’t want to fuck it up.” she squeezes at your waist like she was trying to ground herself. “what if i’m not good at it? what if i can’t make you feel as good as, like… someone else has?”
the way she says it. small, nervous—makes your chest tighten. abby, who’s this big, confident, terrifyingly strong woman in every other part of her life, is blushing and fidgeting because she wants to eat you out.
“i just can’t believe you’re seriously nervous right now. abby anderson is nervous.”
she groans, burying her face in your neck. “don’t laugh at me.”
“i’m not!” you pull her back gently so you can see her face. “i think it’s cute. really. look at you, all shy about it. you could break me in half if you wanted to, but this is what makes you nervous?”
her ears are red as she mutters, “it’s not funny.”
you stroke her cheek, softer now. “baby. you don’t have to be good at it right away. i’ll guide you. i’ll tell you exactly what feels good, and you just listen to me. that sound okay?”
abby nods eagerly. “…yeah. okay.”
“you trust me?”
“always.”
“yeah?” you grin, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “then get between my legs, pretty girl.”
she hesitates at first. you’re lying back against your pillows, sliding your shorts and panties down while abby kneels between your thighs. she looks both turned on and panicked all at once, big hands resting on your knees, eyes fixed on your pussy like she’s staring at something holy.
“jesus christ,” she breathes, almost to herself. “you’re so…” she trails off, shaking her head. “fuck. you’re so fucking pretty.”
you spread your legs a little wider, teasing. “are you gonna stare all night, or are you gonna put that mouth to work?”
she groans, dragging a hand down her face. “you’re such a brat, you know that?” but she leans in anyway, pressing the softest kiss against your inner thigh.
you hum, threading your fingers into her hair. “good start. higher.”
she kisses up, slow and hesitant, until her mouth is hovering right above your clit. she glances up at you, looking for permission.
“go on. it’s okay. i want you.”
she presses a quick, light kiss against you just barely, and you gasp, hips twitching up. immediately, she jerks back. “shit- did i hurt you?”
you laugh softly, shaking your head. “no, abby. that was good. you just caught me off guard.” you tug at her hair gently. “do that again. maybe a little firmer this time.”
she nods, cheeks pink, and leans in again. this time she presses her lips more firmly against your clit, sucking lightly.
“ohh, fuck- yes,” you moan, arching. “that’s it. good girl.”
her hands tighten on your thighs. “really? i’m doing okay?”
“so good,” you sigh, brushing your thumb across her cheek. “now- open your mouth a little, tongue flat. yeah, fuck.. like that. lick up.”
she listens. clumsy, too much pressure at first, then too little. she pulls back after a few strokes, lips shiny, looking worried. “was that…?”
“abby.” you tug her hair so she looks up at you, “it was perfect. you’re perfect. don’t overthink it, okay? you’re so so perfect for me.”
she groans softly, ducking her head again. “fuck, you make me nervous.”
“good nervous?”
“…yeah. good nervous.”
and then she dives back in, tongue moving the way you tell her. she isn’t perfect. she slips up—teeth grazing you accidentally, tongue a little too fast. but every mistake is followed by this desperate need to fix it.
her mouth is everywhere, messy and eager, tongue pushing into you and dragging back up to your clit in sloppy strokes. every time you gasp, she gets more reckless, like she’s learning your body just by sound.
you could feel how nervous she was at the start, but now? now she’s groaning against your pussy, holding your thighs wide open, eating you like she’s starving. her chin and lips are soaked, her tongue pressing hard circles into your clit before flattening and licking up through your folds again, over and over.
“fuck, abby, you’re so good-” you can barely breathe, tugging at her hair to keep her right where you need her.
she moans at the praise, desperate, mouth working faster. she starts sucking on your clit, tongue flicking while her lips pull, and your thighs clamp around her head. she whines into you, shaking her head just enough to grind her nose against you, and the sharp jolt of pleasure makes you cry out.
“m’doing it right? please. need you to tell me. need to know im making you feel good,” she pants, barely lifting her mouth, eyes glassy and wet with focus.
“yeah, baby, perfect- don’t stop-”
and she doesn’t. she latches back on, sucking harder, tongue circling, sloppy and relentless. her hands squeeze your thighs so tight you’ll probably bruise, holding you steady while you grind helplessly against her mouth.
you can feel how your stomach tightens, heat rising fast from the way she devours you. abby doesn’t even notice how loud and wet it is, and she doesn’t care. she’s lost in it, groaning like she’s the one getting off.
“oh my god, abby, i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum-”
the second you warn her, she doubles down. sucks your clit deep into her mouth, tongue flicking fast, hands pinning you in place as you buck against her.
it breaks out of you sudden and sharp. your orgasm hitting hard, making your whole body tremble as you cry out her name. abby keeps going through it, licking, sucking, savoring every drop like she can’t get enough, like she couldn’t survive without your taste.
you try to push her away, overstimulated, but she whines, shaking her head, tongue still lapping at your clit until you’re twitching, gasping, begging her to stop.
when she finally pulls back, her mouth and chin are slick, lips swollen, eyes blown wide. she looks up at you, flushed and dazed, and whispers, almost shy again, “did i… was that okay?”
you laugh breathlessly, tugging her up to kiss you, moaning when you taste yourself on her tongue. “okay? baby, that was fucking perfect.”
her eyes soften, relief flooding her face. “…i wanna practice more. a lot more.”
you grin, tugging her back down on top of you. “oh don’t worry, i’ll make sure you get plenty of practice.”
TONGUE PIERCING + PUBLIC SEX
FT. VI | KINKTOBER DAY 3
content warnings: tongue piercing, public sex, piercing kink, semi-exhibitionism, alcohol use, risk of being caught, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, power play, light restraint, public orgasm, desperate silence, smug domme, praise and taunting
KINKTOBER'25
You should’ve known better than to say yes. Every time Vi asked you out for drinks, it ended in trouble. She got loud, reckless, hands everywhere. And yet, when she leaned on your doorframe earlier with that grin all pink hair, cocky smirk, and promise of “just one drink” you agreed anyway.
The club was already thumping when you arrived, bass shaking through the floorboards, neon lights flashing against chrome and glass. Bodies packed the dance floor, heat and sweat thick in the air.
You spotted her immediately. Of course you did. Vi had claimed a booth in the back, lounging like she owned the place. Two glasses already sat on the table, one half-empty, one waiting for you.
“‘Bout time,” she called, waving you over with a grin. The lights caught on the barbell in her tongue as she spoke, a flash of steel every time she licked her lips.
You slid into the booth across from her, eyeing the drink she’d shoved toward you. The amber liquid glowed faintly in the neon haze. You lifted it, took a sip and nearly choked. Strong. Strong enough to burn all the way down.
Vi laughed at your face, tipping her own glass back with ease. “C’mon, don’t be a lightweight.” Her words slurred just slightly, not from clumsiness, but from the heavy alcohol she was already buzzing on.
You frowned, leaning in closer. “You’re already drunk.”
“Tipsy,” she corrected with a wink. Another glint of the piercing. “Loosens me up.”
Your gaze lingered on the flash of metal in her mouth. You tried not to imagine what that piercing would feel like dragging over sensitive skin but the thought planted itself anyway, hot and insistent.
Vi caught the look and smirked wider. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, tongue flicking out deliberately to toy with the piercing. “You keep staring at it, babe. Wanna find out what it feels like?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at her boldness. “In your dreams, Vi.”
“Already had those dreams,” she shot back instantly, winking as she tipped her glass again.
You shook your head, determined not to give her the satisfaction. Instead, you sipped at your own drink. It burned going down, sharp and strong, loosening something in your chest with every swallow.
The minutes blurred with neon and bass. Vi kept talking, leaning close across the table, her voice louder than it needed to be. You tried to focus on her words, but every time the lights hit just right, you saw it, that glint of silver against her tongue. She played with it constantly, clicking it against her teeth, rolling it slow across her lower lip.
You told yourself not to stare. Not to imagine the cold shock of steel flicking over your skin.
But the alcohol worked fast. Warmth spread through your limbs, your head buzzing just enough to make your gaze linger too long. You caught yourself watching her mouth again, heat curling low in your stomach, and looked away quickly.
Vi noticed. Of course she noticed. Her grin stretched slow, cocky. She leaned back in the booth, draping an arm over the seat, studying you like she had all the time in the world. “You keep sayin’ no,” she drawled, tongue poking out just far enough for the piercing to gleam under the lights, “but your eyes are telling on you.”
You flushed hot, biting your lip, staring down into your half-empty glass. The bass rattled the table, your pulse quickening with it.
Vi tilted her head, smirk sharpening. “So, what’s it gonna be, princess? Keep drinkin’ and pretending you don’t wanna know… or let me show you exactly what this piercing can do?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. But when your eyes finally lifted to hers, the look was enough, heat flushed across your face, your breath uneven, thighs pressed tight together under the table.
Vi’s grin widened. “Knew it,” she whispered, smug as sin.
Before you could think of a protest, she slid off the booth seat and disappeared beneath the table. The bass shook through the floor as her hands found your knees, prying them apart with an easy strength.
“Vi—” your voice cracked, half-warning, half-plea.
“Shh.” Her laugh was low, muffled in the dark space between you. “Ain’t nobody payin’ attention.”
She shoved your skirt up, fabric bunching high on your hips. Her breath hitched when she saw the damp patch on your panties, and she leaned in to press a slow kiss right over it.
“Fuck,” she muttered, lips grazing the soaked fabric. “You’re already this wet? And you were frontin’ like you didn’t want me?”
You bit down hard, stifling the whimper that threatened to break out.
Vi’s laugh vibrated against your cunt. “Cute. Tryin’ to keep quiet.” She dragged her tongue across the damp fabric, the cold press of her piercing catching perfectly against your clit even through the thin barrier. The shock made your thighs tremble, your hands gripping the edge of the table hard.
She kissed the inside of your thigh next, teeth grazing your skin before her tongue followed, slow and deliberate. The piercing traced little circles against the sensitive flesh, making you shiver.
“Bet you can feel that,” she murmured against your skin, her voice muffled but dripping smug satisfaction. Another hot lick, the stud pressing in again.
Vi chuckled low, the sound vibrating against your clit. She closed her lips around it suddenly, sucking hard, piercing grinding directly into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The shock made you bite down on a cry, head tipping back against the booth.
“Mmm, yeah,” she groaned, pulling back just enough to talk, her lips wet against you. “Bet you wish you could scream right now, huh? But you can’t. You’re in public, baby. Everyone’s just a few feet away,” she flicked the stud across your clit, hard, and you jerked in her grip, “and here you are, letting me eat you out like it’s nothing.”
She sucked again, harder, piercing rubbing mercilessly, her tongue swirling tight circles until your thighs were trembling. She didn’t stop talking, didn’t stop teasing.
“Stay quiet for me, gorgeous,” she murmured, her words punctuated with another slow drag of her stud across your clit. “Don’t give us away. Just sit there, smile pretty, and let me make you cum.”
Your nails dug into the table, your whole body taut with the effort of holding back as her piercing worked you closer and closer to the edge.
Your whole body tightened, every muscle trembling against the ropes of Vi’s grip. Her mouth worked you mercilessly, tongue circling, piercing flicking your clit over and over until you couldn’t hold it back anymore.
The orgasm ripped through you hard, sharp, your hips jerking against her face as you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. Heat flooded you, your slick coating her tongue as the piercing pressed one last perfect grind against your clit.
Vi groaned low at the taste, holding you through it, sucking until you were shaking, until your thighs squeezed helplessly around her head. Only then did she finally pull back, lips wet, chin shining in the neon light filtering under the table.
“Fuck yeah,” she whispered, grinning smugly against your thigh. “Knew you couldn’t resist this piercing.”
And then like nothing had happened she shoved your skirt back down, gave your knee a quick squeeze, and slid out from under the booth. She plopped down across from you, snatched her drink, and tipped it back in one easy motion.
Her grin widened as she caught the look on your face, flushed, still trembling, desperately trying to steady your breath. She licked her lips slowly, the silver glint of her barbell flashing in the club’s lights.
“What?” Vi asked, feigning innocence, leaning back against the booth like she hadn’t just eaten you alive under the table. “You look hot, babe. Maybe it’s the drinks.”
a/n: is this considered semi-public or just public? cus idk anymore..
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COMMENT TO BE ADDED to be add to other days!
summary: ellie finally admitting to wanting to try something new with you! scissoring :D
cont: nsfw 18+, first time scissoring, silly and awkward lesbians, praise!!, whiny ellie & reader, slight overstimulation, anyway just poorly written pussy on pussy action!!
ellie was currently sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg bouncing nervously as she scrolled through her phone, brows furrowed like she was studying something as if her life depended on it. every now and then she would look up at you before glancing back down, jaw tightening.
“you’re doing that thing again,” you tease her, rolling on your side to face her.
“no. i’m not- what thing?” she answered way too quickly.
“you know. the thing when you’re clearly thinking about something but like always, too chickenshit to say it.”
she groans, flopping back into the mattress dramatically. “fuck- okay fine. actually no. never mind. it’s bullshit.”
“what’s bullshit ellie?”
ellie looks at you, clearing her throat and shifting slightly. “scissoring”
you blink and immediately sat up. “oh. my. god.”
ellie groaned. “stop. don’t. don’t you dare. don’t make it a thing.”
“were you just googling it?” you grinned, leaning closer to her. “you totally were. omg ellie.”
both of ellie’s ears turned pink at the tips. “no- fuck off seriously- i just-”
you snatched her phone out her hand before she could even finish, scrolling up the page. the sound that came out of ellie was comical, she lunged at you but you held the device out of her reach. “you literally have a wikihow pulled up ellie.”
“give it back!”
“step one: remove your clothes”, you start to read out loud, laughing so hard you nearly snorted. “my god ellie, you’re kind of pathetic.”
she finally managed to snatch the phone from your grasp. “i fucking hate you.”
“so, you wanna bump pussies els?” you grinned, nudging her knee. “say professor, did you figure it out?”
“uh. i don’t know. it just… looks dumb. like, angles don’t work, it’s just-” she waves her hands around vaguely. “porn shit.”
“we should test that theory out.”
ellie felt her whole body freeze, she turns to you, eyes wide. “what? you serious? or fucking with me?”
“oh come on.” you pluck the phone out her limp hands. “scientific experiment. if it sucks it sucks and we never have to bring it up again. but if it doesn’t…” you give a shrug as you grin.
“fuck you drive me insane,” she mutters but her voice was already a little strained and breathless. “i just… i read that it’s kind of awkward- and i really don’t want to fuck it up.”
“els. babe. we already fuck like we’re auditioning for porn half the time. i think we can survive a little awkward.”
ellie lets out a snort, face still hot, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “okay.. maybe we should research a little more? you know. so we won’t break our legs or some shit.”
so the both of you ended up scrolling through her phone, half laughing and half serious as you looked through different diagrams and websites. ellie just had to add her commentary.
“no. that can’t be real. her hip would snap in half.”
“babe that looks like a fucking geometry test.”
“wait fuck. holy shit.. that one actually looks hot.”
your giggles soon turned into breathless kisses, and soon ellie is pushing you back into the pillows, mumbling into your mouth. “fuck it. let’s just try.”
clothes disappeared quick. tshirts, sweats, panties were all tossed into a pile on the floor. the two of you paused, sitting across from each other half naked—then burst out laughing.
“wait fuck. this is feeling more awkward than i expected.” you said, covering your face.
“yeah, no shit,” ellie retorts, but her eyes were glued onto your thighs. her whole face red.
you grabbed her phone again, scrolling through the pictures. “okay, so… like this? let’s do this.”
ellie groans, but follows your lead anyway, shifting closer until legs tangled together messily. “jesus christ. this feels like twister.”
“shut up,” you laugh softly, you adjust slightly until the both of you brushed clumsily against each other.
the second it happened. warm. wet. and a little sticky. the both of you gasp at the contact.
“i know,” you pant, grinding just a little. the wet sound makes both of you moan.
for a moment the two of you move slowly, the drag of your clits against each other sending waves of pleasure through your spines. but it wasn’t enough. the need builds fast. and soon ellie is whining. rutting harder into you with a heavy desperation.
“oh fuck. fuck- baby-” she’s babbling already, voice cracking as she presses her forehead to yours. “it’s so good. i can’t. i-i can’t-”
your hands grip her ass, forcing her closer, faster, until your thighs started to tremble. “don’t stop els. please please- just keep rubbing.”
she actually whimpers at your begging, her hips stuttering. “you sound so fucking hot when y-you- oh my god.”
it was a filthy scene. both of your wetness smearing together. everywhere. the sheets were damp below you, your bodies slippery as you grind your cunts together. every thrust of your hips has you both gasping, whining, and cursing.
“you’re so wet,” ellie moans into your neck. “fuck, baby.. you’re drenching me.”
“you too,” you gasp back, nails digging into her back. “ellie, you’re soaking- oh fuck-”
the pressure builds quick, unbearable, and then you’re both cumming almost at once, shuddering and crying out into each other’s mouths, still grinding frantically through the waves.
and of course it didn’t stop there.
ellie collapsed against you, her thighs still shaking. she lifts her head and looks at you with glassy eyes. “again. please. need it again.”
round two is messier, faster, all teeth and whines, your clits grinding together so hard it’s almost too much. overstimulation burns, sharp and sweet, but you’re too desperate to stop, both of you sobbing into each other’s kisses.
“els- fuck- it’s too much-”
“don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, please, i can’t- i need-” she’s begging, broken, her voice high and needy.
the room reeks of sex, thighs slippery and shaking. every shift of your hips sends wet squelches into the air, the sound obscene enough to make your pussy clench around nothing. you cum again, then again, until you’re both wrecked, whimpering against each other’s lips, bodies aching but still unwilling to let go.
by the third round it’s slower, it feels more intimate, your legs tangled, ellie’s forehead pressed to yours as she whispers, “you feel so good- so perfect- fuck, don’t ever stop touching me like this.”
you whine into her mouth, thighs trembling, and you both fall apart one last time, sloppy and shaking and clinging to each other like you’ll die if you let go.
after you both come down from the high, ellie’s a flushed, sweaty mess, hair sticking to her forehead, lips swollen from kissing. she buries her face in your neck, voice hoarse.
“that was… holy shit. once i get some feeling back into my legs, we’re doing that again. maybe try out the other positions.”
you laugh, breathless, hugging her tighter. “deal.”
ahem. so. roommate!abby who never used to touch herself. not really. like, she didn’t really care for it. never saw the point, never felt the urge. she’d crash into bed after the gym or class, knock out, and that was it.
then you moved in.
she honestly didn’t even mean to listen the first time. it was late, a little past midnight, and she’d been tossing and turning, too wired to sleep. then she heard it—soft, muffled sounds coming from the other side of the wall. quiet whimpers, the subtle creak of your mattress. abby froze, every muscle tensing as her face went hot.
she told herself to ignore it. to respect your privacy. but god, your voice. those breathy little gasps. really got under her skin.
abby found herself slipping her hand under the waistband of her sweats, just to ease the ache. it couldn’t hurt right? it felt… better than she remembered. better because it was you. the thought of you, touching yourself in your bed just feet away, made her shiver. she came fast and messy, muffling her groan into her pillow.
and it kept happening. over and over again. she hated how much she wanted it, how she waited for those nights when you thought she was asleep. how she’d lie there, sweating, pulse racing, desperate for you.
the funny thing is that she thinks she’s slick. that she’s being subtle. but she’s not.
because you know. you’ve noticed the way she looks at you the morning after. eyes darting anywhere but yours. she can’t meet your gaze, can’t handle the smug little smile you give her.
another thing she doesn’t know is you’ve been putting on a show for her from the start. because nothing’s funnier than the fact that abby. big, strong, stoic abby—crumbles every time you touch yourself, and she’s the worst liar on earth the morning after.
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You always know when Ellie’s about to cum. Her supple thighs start to jerk in softly, her moans grow higher, more strained, her spine curves up as she shakes. You give her five more seconds, caressing one of those twitchy thighs, then move the vibrator from her clit. Her hips buck up once before she deflates, panting. You watch her sweat-slicked face as you kiss her smooth skin. She stares back, teeth grazing her bottom lip and begging in her irises.
“I love watching you like this.” You murmur. “I could do it all night.”
Ellie’s eyes shutter as she shakes her head softly.
“Please.” She whispers.
You smooth a palm over her pussy, gentle force on her clit, and she shudders. The pressure in her abdomen is almost unbearable, the throbbing between her legs worse. Her clit twitches beneath your hand; her hips start to grind into it. You let her for a while, apply more pressure as moans start to seep from her again. The relief is instant, the friction soothing the throbbing and drawing that grating pleasure back to her core.
“Oh, my god.” Ellie’s voice shakes. “Please, make me cum.”
You remove your hand, bend your head to lick at the wetness leaking from her swollen pussy, making a mess of the bedsheets. Her head lolls back as your tongue reaches her clit, the smooth muscle setting a rhythm so good she can’t breathe. Too good, her stomach muscles tremble as the heavy bundle within tugs low.
You pull away. Ellie hisses as the throbbing returns, sends tingles rushing through her limbs like kindling. Her mind swirls as your fingers trail up and down her hip, welcoming the cool breeze that floods through her open window.
“You don’t get to cum until I say you can, so you better hold it.” You tell her, turning on the silky, purple vibrator.
“Wha-” Her breath hitches as you press it to her heavy clit.
You drop your mouth to lick up her juices again, groaning into her flesh. The dim light from the old lamp beside Ellie’s bed dances over her chest, highlighting every curve and every hollow.
“Oh, fuck.” Her eyes roll back at the stimulation, hips rocking fluidly. The rumbling spreads through her body, latches onto each nerve and sets her skin alight with electricity. She can barely think, let alone attempt to hold in the bliss building so violently in her gut.
Ellie’s brows lift, thighs jerking as her moans ramp up.
“Can I cum? Please, please.”
“No, not yet, baby.”
“Fuck, I’m so fucking close.” She sobs. “Please.”
“Mmh-mmh.”
Her body trembles as her hole contracts, gushes onto your tongue.
“So pretty, baby. Doing so good for me.” You coo, levelling a light slap to the side of her plushy ass, watch it jiggle. “My good girl.”
The words hit harder than the slap stung, her stomach drops. She can’t hold it; she’s gonna cum all over your face, so fucking hard she might even pass out.
Just as those pretty, little noises start to crawl from Ellie’s throat – hnngh, hah, huh - you slide the vibrator away, up into the wafts of auburn covering her pubic bone. Her lower body convulses as she drags in ragged breaths, legs snapping closed around your cheeks.
“I can’t, I can’t.” Ellie pleads. “I need to cum... please, baby.”
“No.”
“Please, please, please.” She sibilates, fingers bunching the sheets until her knuckles go white.
“How bout...” You smile at her flushed cheeks, glassy eyes. “I’ll put it back, and you count to twenty. You can cum when you reach one, if I have to take it away you start again. Deal?”
“Ugh, you’re such an asshole.” Her tone’s weak, almost doting despite the harsh words.
You laugh, spreading her open and guiding the vibrator back to her clit. Ellie jumps, forgets your rules instantly – all she can focus on is the feeling ebbing from her pussy, the satisfying ache in her muscles, her heartbeat in her ears.
“Count.” You urge.
“Twenty... nineteen... eighteen... sevent-teen, uh, fuck.” She screws her eyes closed, willing her mouth to work.
“Sixteen.”
She shakes her head, tensing against the urge to let go, breathing deep.
You wrench the vibrator away as her spine curves up. She groans, stretching back against the sheets. A bead of sweat drips down the hollow between her breasts.
“Gonna have to do better than that, Els.” You taunt, pressing a kiss to her thigh.
She reaches down, threads a hand through your hair. You move the vibrator back to her clit and she groans, low. Her hips swirl.
“Keep going, baby.” You grip a thigh, push it up to spread her open.
“Thirteen... twelve, eleven, ten,” Her voice ramps up as she goes, growing pitchy, “ni-ne… holy fuck, I’m- please, I’m gonna...”
You send two harsh smacks to her thigh. “Keep going.”
Ellie’s sobbing now, shaking like a livewire as the bliss makes her vision blur out. She teeters on the edge, whimpering, heat flooding her body.
“Eight, sev-seven,” she pants, “six, oh, god, f-ive… f-”
Her mouth widens. She can’t breathe, feeling like her eyes are cycling in her head as she tries with everything in her to hold back. She can’t start again; the promise of her orgasm is so close it makes her body frenzy.
“Fourthree,” she pushes into you, her thighs closing in, her fingers ripping at your hair, “Two, fuck, fuck.”
Ellie sucks in a shallow gasp as ecstasy rakes through her body, so intense tears form in her eyes. Relief slams in next as the tautness in her gut explodes, the feeling so heavenly she can only writhe against the sheets, mewling pathetically.
You let her have it, stroking her tensing abs and admiring her fucked-out face. Her moans grow guttural as the peak eddies, her legs loosening, the final waves ruining her. You watch the slick drip out of her pussy as her hole shudders, nuzzling into her warm skin, planting kisses. Ellie isn’t sure if she had blacked out or not – her head’s so dizzy, spinning, flooding with euphoria.
“Feel better, baby?” You ask, turning the vibrator off and moving to kiss up her stomach.
Ellie just sighs, twitching when your hot tongue slides up the valley of her tits and along her neck. You stroke her damp hair, kiss the freckles on her cheeks. Her mossy eyes open, barely, the hint of a smile on her plump mouth.
“Hmm, you okay?”
She nods, lifting her hands to your back and pulling you in weakly. She kisses you, still twitching from aftershocks, totally content as the softness of your lips caress hers.
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the first time abby saw you cry during sex, she thought she’d ruined everything.
it was early on, back when you were still fumbling with each other, both nervous and desperate in equal measure. she had her mouth between your thighs, shoulders locked in place as her tongue moved slow and deliberate. she remembers pulling back at the wetness on your cheeks, panic rushing through her chest as she reached up, cupping your face with a big hand. “shit—did i hurt you?” she asked, wide eyed, her lips still glistening with your slick.
you shook your head, smiling through your trembling. “no, abs… it just feels so good, i can’t stop.”
that smile had broken her. she kissed your cheeks, wiped your tears with her thumbs, then went back down with a gentleness that nearly killed her.
after that night, abby started noticing how sensitive you were. her praises could make your eyes well up before she even touched you. sometimes, when she pushed two fingers deep inside and angled them just right, your lashes would flutter and tears would spill before you’d even cum. and she couldn’t lie to herself. something about it made her wet every time.
tonight is one of those nights.
you’re sprawled out beneath her, wearing one of her tank tops that slips down your shoulder, panties already pushed aside. abby’s lying between your thighs, her mouth moving slowly over your clit, savoring every little twitch you make.
your hands fist in the sheets, whimpering already, and she knows it’s only a matter of time before your voice cracks.
“abs—oh my god—” your hips buck, thighs trembling around her head. she hums against you, the vibration making you squeak and hide your face in your hands.
abby pulls back, lips glistening, and crawls up your body until her mouth hovers over yours. she pries your hands away, pinning them down against the pillow. “don’t hide from me,” she murmurs, kissing your wet cheeks. “let me see you.” and that’s when it happens. your eyes brim, and the first tear slips down.
abby’s chest tightens, a mix of protectiveness and raw, dizzying arousal. “that’s it,” she coos, brushing her nose against yours. “my pretty crybaby. you’re okay, yeah?”
you nod quickly, voice breaking. “feels too good, abby. i can’t—”
“yes, you can,” abby whispers, kissing you slow, messy, “you’re perfect. so perfect when you fall apart for me.”
she doesn’t waste time. reaching over, she grabs her strap from the nightstand, slipping it on with practiced ease. the harness sits snug against her hips, her thighs flexing as she adjusts it, and you whimper at the sight. when she pushes the tip against your entrance, your tears spill again.
abby stills instantly. “talk to me, baby. too much?”
you shake your head frantically, tugging at her shoulders. “need it. please.”
and fuck if that doesn’t go straight to her cunt. she presses in slow, watching your face the whole time, until you’re full, stretched around her cock. you sob, clinging to her as your body shudders with every inch.
abby groans low, her jaw tightening. “god, you’re taking me so good. always so fucking tight, baby.”
she sets a steady rhythm, her hips rolling into you with controlled strength. every thrust pulls another sound out of you. moans tangled with broken cries, your nails scratching down her back. abby kisses your tears, her voice rasping against your skin. “look at you. crying on my cock like this. you’re so beautiful, baby, fuck—don’t stop, let it out.”
her praises only make you unravel faster. you sob her name into her neck, thighs trembling around her waist as she pounds into you. abby feels herself dripping in the harness, her own arousal unbearable, but she keeps the pace just right, just enough to keep you floating on that edge.
when you finally cum, it’s with your whole body shaking, tears streaming freely, your voice breaking into desperate moans. abby fucks you through it, whispering, “that’s it, let go for me. that’s my good girl.”
afterward, when you’re a trembling mess against the pillows, abby slows down, slipping out carefully. she kisses your damp cheeks, gathering you in her arms like you’re something fragile.
“you okay?” she whispers, stroking your hair back.
you nod against her chest, still hiccuping with aftershocks. “i’m okay. just—fuck, abby.”
she laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you have no idea how hot you are when you cry like that.”
you groan, hiding your face in her neck, but she just smiles, holding you tighter. because for abby, there’s nothing in the world like the sound of your broken little sobs when she’s the one making you feel that good.
ellie’s always staring at your boobs, your ass, the way your thighs look in shorts. doesn’t even try to hide it—leans back, smirks, and says, “yeah, I’m looking. what are you gonna do about it?”
ellie loves pulling out her phone mid fuck, recording the way you ride her strap, or the way your thighs shake when she eats you out. later, she’ll watch them while she fingers herself, biting her lip and moaning your name
ellie is incapable of “just kissing.” if you make out for more than thirty seconds, she’s got your panties off and is fucking you on the couch, coffee table, or floor. “told you i can’t keep my hands off you.”
if you send her a cute mirror selfie, she’s already getting off to it five minutes later. not even nudes. just you in sweats, hair messy, and ellie’s in bed with two fingers buried in her pussy, whining your name.
if you catch her grinding against a pillow, whining your name, she doesn’t stop. she’ll spread her legs wider and beg, “c’mon, babe. get down here, need your mouth so bad.”
she loves the risk of public teasing. at a bar, her hand creeps up your skirt. at a movie, she’s got her fingers buried inside you under the blanket. she whispers filth in your ear while you try not to squirm, grinning when you bite your lip to stay quiet.
ellie absolutely steals your underwear. she stuffs a pair in her pocket when you’re not looking, or “borrows” them from the laundry. you’ve caught her grinding against them more than once, and she just grins, shameless.
nothing gets her off more than seeing you messy. slick dripping down your thighs, your pussy red and swollen after she’s ruined you. ellie will sit back, lick her fingers clean, and mutter, “mine. all mine.”
ellie’s the type to slide her hands under your shirt while you’re brushing your teeth or slip them into your panties while you’re scrolling on your phone. loves watching you squirm and roll your eyes like you’re annoyed, even though you’re already wet for her.
she’ll prop her phone up while she’s grinding against her strap or fingering herself, moaning your name like she’s fucking you. sends it to you with a smug: “something for you to watch when you’re alone.”
she keeps your hair ties, your chapstick, the hoodie you wore when you were sweaty. she doesn’t even care if you catch her sniffing your shirt, muttering, “smells like you. gets me so fucking wet.”
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ellie was already spread out on the bed, panties pushed down around one ankle, shirt riding up just enough to show her stomach. she looks like a wreck before you can even start. pupils blown, lips bitten raw, chest rising and falling with quick and uneven breaths.
“keep your legs open for me,” you say softly, and she nods, thigh slightly shaking as she spreads them wider. your fingers trail up in the inside of her leg, stopping just short of her wet folds. the anticipation makes ellie whimper, legs twitching. when you finally let two fingers drag through her slickness, she gasps like she’s been touched for the first time all night. you circle her clit slowly before pulling away.
ellie opens her mouth to beg, but your palm comes down sharp against her pussy before she could. the slap is wet and loud, echoing through the room. her whole body jolts as she lets out a strangled moan, head thrown back. “that’s it,” you murmur, rubbing your fingers over her throbbing clit to soothe the sting. “good girl. you like that, don’t you?”
her voice cracks. “yeah- oh, fuck- i do. please do it again.”
you kiss the inside of her thigh, then lift you hand and bring it down again. another sharp smack, wetter this time. slick splatters across your hand and ellie’s thighs jerk, but she doesn’t close them. she knows better. she moans louder, gripping the sheets so tight her knuckles go white. “that’s my girl,” you coo, alternating between soft strokes over her pussy and quick slaps. every time your palm lands against her, she gushes more, cunt clenching around nothing, dripping down the curve of her ass.
“please- don’t stop,” she whines, voice getting higher with every hit. “feels so good, i can’t- fuck- i can’t take it.”
“yes you can,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek before giving her clit another slap that makes her yelp. “you’re taking it so well. just a little more for me.” when you slide two fingers inside her, her cunt swallows you greedily, wet walls clenching tight. your free hand keeps spanking her clit. she sobs into the pillow, tears spilling down her temples, thighs shaking violently.
“you’re so close, baby. i can feel it,” you curl your fingers inside of her as you keep the smacks coming. “let go for me. i’ve got you.”
ellie cries when she breaks, orgasm crashing over her hard. her pussy clamps around your fingers, wetness coating your wrist, body arching so high you have to hold her down. you keep rubbing her clit gently, soothing the overstimulation as she shakes, gasping through the aftershocks. “that’s it,” you say as you kiss her forehead, tone soft. “that’s my good girl. you did so perfect for me.”
she clings to you weakly, nails scratching at your back as her body slowly comes down. you stay with her, fingers still buried inside, your hand cupping her messy pussy to ground her. “you’re safe,” you say, rocking her gently. “i’ll take care of you. always.”
and ellie sighs, tears still wet on her freckled cheeks, before melting against you.
vi’s got you flat on your back, legs hooked over her shoulders, panties tossed somewhere on the floor. her palms feel hot against your thighs, holding you open like she owns you. at least in this moment she does
“fuck, look at this pussy,” she mutters while dragging two fingers through your slick folds, spreading you open. “dripping for me and i haven’t even started.” her tongue dips down suddenly, and your hips jerk off the mattress when she gives your clit one sharp lick.
“mm. nah. not yet.”
she mouths at your thighs instead, sucking dark colored bruises deep into your skin, while her fingers slide lazily through your arousal. never quite giving you what you need. she loves the way your hips buck uselessly, the way your hands grab fistful of the sheets.
“vi-” you whine, tugging at her hair, trying to pull her where you want her.
she laughs softly, eyes dark as she looks up at you. “you’re so fucking needy, it’s cute.” then her mouth is back on you. tongue pressing into your entrance. slow and teasing, lapping up everything you give her. she pushes her tongue inside of you, groaning like she’s starved. she pulls back to spit on your clit, spreading the mess with her thumb.
“beg for it.”
your face burns, chest heaving. “please- vi- i need- i need it.”
that earns you a reward. her lips wrap around your clit. sucking hard, tongue flicking over it until your body tenses. your orgasm comes fast, slamming into you. but just before you break apart, vi pulls her mouth away. leaving you ruined and clenching around nothing.
“fuck that’s hot,” she groans, watching the way you writhe under her. “about to cum, but i just take it away. you hate me for it, don’t you?”
you whimper as you nod, but your body was begging for more, wetness dripping down your thighs.
vi chuckles again before burying her face between your legs again. she doesn’t hold back this time. tongue flattening against your clit, circling until you’re screaming. she slides two fingers into you, pumping them into you as her mouth works your swollen clit. you cum hard, nails digging into her scalp. she moans against you, fucking you throughly it. then she doesn’t stop. her fingers move inside of you faster, tongue flicking without mercy, until your whines turned into broken cries.
“too much?” she rasps, pulling off just enough to smirk at you, chin glistening. “good you can take it.” her mouth was back on you before you could answer, wringing another orgasm from you, then another. when she finally pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. she looks up at you, wrecked, sweaty, body trembling. she grins. she thinks you look the most beautiful like this.
“you look so pretty like this,” she says, voice low and rough. “but i’m not done with you yet.”
you were standing at the sink, minding your own business as you washed the dishes. you had on nothing but one of ellie’s old shirts and a pair of panties. you sway your hips absentmindedly as you worked, and of course. ellie noticed. she always did. she had walked in there to only grab something off of the counter. but when she sees you slightly bent over the the sink, the fabric stretched across your back, wearing nothing underneath but the thin fabric of underwear. something inside of ellie snaps.
“jesus, baby,” she mutters. she was leaning against the doorway as he eyes shamelessly drags over your body. “trying to kill me or what?”
you shoot her a look over your shoulder. “i’m just washing the dishes ellie.”
“oh yeah? could’ve fooled me.”
her hands were on your hips in seconds, dragging you back against her. you gasp, water still running and soap clinging to your fingers.
“ellie-”
she cuts you off with a low moan against your neck, a hand sliding under the shirt you were wearing. fingers gliding over your stomach before dipping lower. she wastes zero time, tugging your panties to the side and slipping her hand between your thighs. the first stroke of her fingers through your folds has you gasping. thighs parting on instinct. she lets out a satisfied hum.
“fuck you’re soaked already.” she whispers. her middle finger circles your clit lazily, then two fingers push into you with practiced ease, filling you up so suddenly your knees nearly buckled. you grab the edge of the sink for balance. ellie sets a steady pace, fucking into you hard and deep. her palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. the wet sounds of her fingers plunging into you echo over the sound of the faucet, obscene and shameless. your moans come out broken and muffled as you try to keep quiet. ellie notices everything though, how your body tenses when she curls her fingers up into the perfect spot.
“god, listen to you,” she groans, pressing her hips tighter against you, grinding like she couldn’t help it. “so needy.”
her pace is relentless, and you’re a mess against the counter, whining, begging without words, rocking back into her hand. she presses her mouth to your shoulder, biting down just enough to make you cry out. you come apart fast, clenching down around her fingers. she fucks you through it, dragging every last wave out of you until you’re trembling, arms shaking from holding yourself up.
only then does she slow, slipping her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth. she licks them clean. savoring the taste of you.
“mm. perfect.”
she grabs an apple from the counter, takes a casual bite, and starts toward the doorway like nothing just happened.
“don’t take too long with those,” she looks over her shoulder with a grin, juice falling down her chin. “i’ll be back when im hungry again.”
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