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“Perks of P going number one. I love when her free stuff becomes ours,” KK said, already digging into the complimentary snack box. “You see this, twin? This isn’t fun-sized. This is a full-sized Kit Kat. This? It’s luxury. Soak it all in while you can.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but was amused by her friends antics.

“Think it’s too late to ask her to take a sixth year?” she asked.

“Yes. It is.” Paige turned around from the seat in front of them with the kind of timing that suggested she had been listening the entire time. “Just keep grindin’, children. You’ll make it.”

“Yes, sugar daddy P!”

“No.”

“So Paige is buying drinks for the draft party pregame, right?” KK asked.

“When did I agree to that?” Paige shot back.

“P, you’re leaving us behind with Geno. It’s the least you can do,” Y/N argued.

Paige sighed, already knowing they’d use this excuse. “Alright, chill, damn. But I’m serious, you two better not act like fools tomorrow night. I swear to God.”

The duo looked at her with matching innocent smiles. Paige knew that look very well. Lies. All lies.

“Worry about how you’re gonna keep your hands off Azzi in front of cameras instead,” Y/N added, smirking.

Paige paused and then turned back around fast.

“Shut up.”

~

Somewhere else in the sky, the Katseye girls were also on a flight headed to the same city.

“God, I can’t wait for this week to be over,” Megan groaned.

“Girl, we haven’t even touched the ground yet,” Lara replied. “Personally, I’m excited to see if your girlfriend replied to whatever you said.”

“Oh trust me, I’ll be checking as soon as this flight lands.”

“You know… I was doing some lurking last night.”

“As you usually do.”

“Ignoring that. Anyway, your girl might be in New York tomorrow.”

“Wait, what? How do you know that?”

“I was scrolling on my burner account and saw people talking about WNBA draft night. I’m assuming the whole team will show up.”

“So basically, we need to convince the WNBA that they need a halftime performance from us.”

“And do what… perform Gnarly at a formal event?”

Megan shrugged. “As long as I get to see her.”

Lara snorted. “Yeah, sure. Let’s tell a whole bunch of athletes they’re gnarly and the shit.”

“Hey, it can be pretty empowering.”

Before Lara could respond, the pilot came over the intercom announcing their descent. Megan’s stomach flipped, and not from turbulence, but from the realization she might actually be in the same city as Y/N.

~

After their short flight, the UConn girls landed in New York and gathered at the carousel for their checked bags. As they waited, a crowd started forming near the arrivals barricade, cameras already up and pointed.

Just as the team finished collecting their bags, the crowd exploded into screaming.

“Huh. Wonder who’s here,” Y/N said.

“Well, whoever it is, I’d hate to be them right now,” Azzi replied.

“Y’all, we should dip before it gets too crazy,” Paige said.

But before they could move, the new arrivals were rushed past them by security. Everything was a blur. The chaos was so loud and fast they couldn’t make out who the crowd was freaking out over. Just flashes of outfits and hair before the group disappeared around the corner.

One girl, who had been wearing her hood up, pushed it down as she passed. A streak of pink hair caught the airport lights.

Y/N froze for a second, eyes following the back of her head. A specific face flashed across her mind, but she shook it off immediately. No way.

She turned to her teammates. “Let’s get to the hotel then?”

And so, the girls headed out, completely unaware of how close their worlds had just gotten, and how much closer they were about to get tomorrow.

~

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a/n: hi guys! sorry it’s a little short :( after the katseye concert i got sick and lost my voice 😭 (i still don’t have my voice actually uhhh) i just keep getting sick lately?? let me catch a break fr </3 but thing are starting to get silly yall!

AND GOD THE CONCERT WAS SO GOOD MY POST CONCERT DEPRESSION IS TERRIBLE RIGHT NOW I MISS THE GIRLS SOOOO MUCH

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“I’m so glad this venue has seats. I’d be pissed if you giants were standing in front of me in a pit,” Kaitlyn said, crossing her arms.

“Hey, we were born this way,” Jana replied.

Y/N stood off to the side, noticeably, and very uncharacteristically, quiet.

“Yo, you good?” Paige asked.

“Define good,” Y/N muttered.

“Bro, I’m sure Megan didn’t think anything of the message,” Paige said. “That girl definitely gets worse ones every hour.”

“Was that supposed to be comforting? Because it wasn’t. You’re comparing me to literal creeps.”

“Chill, dude, you’re thinking too hard.”

“Because we are literally meeting her and the other girls right after,” Y/N said, spiraling fast. “And I just know she told them about how weird I am and how she doesn’t want to meet me and that I should just go home and stay away from her and that I—”

Paige grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and started shaking her. “Dude. Relax. You’re always overthinking. Honestly, this isn’t even the worst thing you’ve done, so I don’t know why you’re stressing. Remember when you tried getting with Nika?”

Y/N groaned in horror. “Why would you bring that up?”

“Because you tried to flirt with Nika, of all people. Nothing could be worse than that,” Paige said.

“Can we not? It was a moment of weakness. And I didn’t actually have a crush on her! She was just, like, my local campus celebrity.”

“Fine,” Paige said, smirking. “But my point is that it could be worse. Megan probably thinks you were just messing around. I mean, you told her you didn’t send the message, right?”

Y/N went silent. She did not clarify that KK was the one who sent the message.

“So…”

“Y/N.”

“I forgot, okay?” Y/N blurted. “I read what KK sent and I just saw red! It’s too late, dude. She’s left me on read for hours.”

“Well, she is performing in an hour,” Paige pointed out.

“Whatever. I’m accepting defeat.”

Paige rolled her eyes at her friend’s dramatics and slung an arm around her shoulder. “Cheer up. Let’s enjoy the show, okay? You can think about how weird you are to Megan later.”

“Fuck you,” Y/N muttered, “but okay.”

Finally, the girls made it inside the venue and found their seats toward the front.

The second the lights dimmed and Katseye took the stage, Y/N’s jaw dropped. Their stage presence was insane. Even the teammates who had just discovered them that morning were captivated.

When the opening notes of Gabriela hit, Y/N’s heart started pounding.

Then came Megan’s solo—she caught Y/N’s eyes and smirked.

Right before turning around, she threw a wink in Y/N’s direction.

Y/N froze on the spot.

“Did y’all see that?” KK shouted.

“No way that just happened,” Kaitlyn said.

“Megan definitely looked at Y/N,” Azzi added, grinning.

Y/N’s knees buckled, and Paige had to steady her before she hit the floor.

“Oh, you are not gonna be good later, dude,” Paige said, laughing.

The concert went on, and Megan kept sneaking glances toward their section. By the end of the show, Y/N could barely stand.

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a/n: short little update for you all! hope u enjoy :)

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Katseye had released their EP the same night, along with two music videos for Gnarly and Gabriela. Refusing to go into the concert without knowing every song on the setlist, Y/N stayed up memorizing lyrics and trying to learn the choreography. She gave up after realizing she could not throw it back or do the helicopter hands.

By the time the team bus pulled away from campus, most of the girls were already half-asleep. At least, that was the case until Y/N took control of the bluetooth and immediately started blasting Beautiful Chaos.

“Come on, ladies! Y’all need to study up on my girls before tonight!” she shouted, marching up and down the aisle, earning several groans.

Paige pulled her hoodie over her face. “Bro, chill. It’s eight a.m. How do you have this much energy? We left your place at one.”

Y/N grinned proudly. “I got a solid hour of sleep and chugged two Red Bulls for breakfast. I’m thriving.”

Azzi muttered sleepily, “They have like ten songs, Y/N. We’ll catch up.”

“I like the songs so far, Y/N!” Morgan said cheerfully.

“Oh, Morgan, this is why you’re my favorite freshman,” Y/N declared dramatically.

“What the hell? You said I was your favorite!” Sarah shot back from across the aisle.

“Anyway,” Y/N continued, ignoring her, “let me read you all the bios of each member off Kpop Profiles—but remember they’re not Kpop!”

She reached for her phone in her pocket, but it started to vibrate like it was possessed.

“Damn, Y/N got bitches like that?” KK teased, leaning over the seat.

“Bro, chill. My phone’s getting so many notifications it’s lagging,” Y/N said, staring at the screen in confusion.

“Dude, I told you to update that thing,” Paige said flatly.

In the back of the bus, Kaitlyn scrolled through Y/N’s socials to figure out what was going on. The moment she saw a familiar name, her jaw dropped.

“Um, Y/N? You might want to check this out,” she said cautiously.

Y/N hurried over, half-expecting the worst. “What happened? Did fans find my old Wattpad account or something?”

“What? No! But we’re talking about that later,” Kaitlyn replied, snorting. “But look.”

On her screen was a tweet: ‘congratulations!!!’ Simple and harmless. Except it was from Megan Skiendiel of Katseye.

“Megan fucking Skiendiel from Katseye replied to my tweet?” Y/N gasped, voice cracking halfway through her sentence.

“Not only that…” Kaitlyn turned her phone again, showing a fan screenshot of Megan now following Y/N’s account.

Y/N took a deep breath, clutched her chest, and whispered, “I think I’m going to throw up.” Her knees wobbled.

Paige sat up instantly. “Whoa, bro, you good?”

“Yo! A member of Katseye followed and tweeted at Y/N!” KK announced to the whole bus.

The reaction was instant.

“Damn, Y/N pulled!” Ice yelled.

“She didn’t even have to try,” Sarah added, laughing.

“Imagine Megan seeing your unhinged tweets,” Paige muttered.

“She already did!” KK cackled.

Y/N sank into her seat, face buried in her hands. “I am not real. This is not real.”

For the rest of the trip, she sat silently at her seat, blankly staring out the window. Beautiful Chaos was still playing through the speakers.

“Can we please change the music?” Ice groaned.

“No,” Azzi said firmly. “She needs this right now.”

By the time they arrived in NYC, their first stop was the LEGO Store.

The team split up to explore the store, but Paige, Azzi, Kaitlyn, and KK stuck with Y/N, who was still dazed over the situation.

A LEGO employee cautiously approached. “Um, hi! Do you need help finding anything?”

Y/N slowly looked up with wild eyes. “Yeah. My sanity.”

KK wheezed, nearly doubling over, while Azzi grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and steered her away. “Sorry about her, she’s going through something.”

“Okay, dude,” Azzi said once they were out of earshot. “Lock in. This is supposed to be our special day in the city with the team, remember?”

“Sorry. You’re right. I just don’t feel real right now. I’ll get it together,” Y/N muttered, rubbing her temples.

Paige leaned against a shelf. “You should reply to her. Or DM her, since y’all are mutuals now.”

“I am not sliding into Megan’s DMs,” Y/N protested.

“It doesn’t have to be flirting,” Kaitlyn offered. “Just tell her you’re a fan.”

Y/N sighed and stared down at Megan’s reply again. Before she could decide what to say, KK snatched her phone out of her hands.

“Dude! What the hell are you doing?” Y/N yelped, reaching for it.

“I’m helping you out!” KK said with a grin, fingers flying across the screen.

“KK, don’t you dare—”

“Too late,” KK sang, hitting send and handing the phone back. “You’re welcome.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she read what KK had written. “I’m going to fucking kill you Kamorea Arnold.”

KK ran off while the others crowded around to peek at the screen, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

“Oh, this concert is going to be interesting,” Kaitlyn said, shaking her head.

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a/n: thank u for all the love and patience! here’s an update :) i started my new job so i’ll get a little more busy as i adjust but my goal is a new chapter every week!! once again PLSSS ignore the release timeline of beautiful chaos 😭 it’s also been a hot minute since i wrote like this for a fanfic LOL hope u enjoyed!

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mid–second semester of your junior year, the three of you decided to shack up together in an apartment for the summer, because why not? you all get along, you’re all clean and responsible, and with how often you’re over at their dorms during the school year, it was already kind of like being roomates, anyways.

admittedly, in the past, there were some… confusing feelings on your end. you were disappointed when you first learned that azzi had a girlfriend, having developed a crush as you got to know her, but when you met paige she was impossible to dislike. you immediately understood why azzi fell for her, just from how kind, welcoming, and funny she was. it didn’t help that she was also crazy beautiful.

you felt sick when you realized that you were falling for paige, too. what the fuck was wrong with you? it was bad enough to be secretly harboring feelings for your friend, but then to like their partner as well? it was weird— you were weird— and it was all way too much.

you remember trying to distance yourself from them for a while— skipping the classes you had with azzi, avoiding parties you knew they’d be at, staying the fuck away from werth and gampel— but neither of them were having it. they hunted you down and confronted you, and were way too forgiving when you gave them some bullshit excuse about being busy and overwhelmed with schoolwork for weeks. they acted like it was nothing, comforted you when you’d started to tear up like you weren’t the one ghosting them, and then took you to the dairy bar for ice cream.

but really, that’s neither here nor there. it’s all behind you now. they’re your friends and they’re perfect for each other. with the right amount of thought, you can quell the butterflies, stop their fluttering. and so, your living arrangement is perfect. couldn’t be better.

you and azzi continue to talk as she collects a couple of the pancakes onto a plate and drowns them in maple syrup. “these are so good, y/n,” she says.

paige returns from her morning run a few minutes later, coming in through the front door. smelling the pancakes, the first thing she does is go to the kitchen and grab one— not even bothering with a plate or a fork— and stuffs a bite into her mouth, groaning at the taste. “holy shit— y/n, you’re the best,” she drawls, and then smacks a kiss to your forehead dramatically.

you scrunch up your nose and push paige away, pretending to be disgusted, but those butterflies start their fluttering again. “ugh, neanderthal,” you chide playfully. “go get a plate.”

it’s a good morning, a weekend with no one in a rush to get to the gym or a meeting of some sort. you fix yourself a plate, leaning against the counter, and the three of you just talk about whatever while eating sweet, soft pancakes.

“by the way,” azzi says. “we’re going to minnesota to see my family and go to the state fair next week.”

oh. anyone else would probably be elated to have the apartment they share with two other people all to themselves, but you’re a little sad. it’s not like you’re some kind of loser with no other friends to hang out with, but when they’re away, the apartment feels empty. you find yourself really missing paige’s obnoxious caterwauling singing in the shower every morning, gossiping with azzi, staying up all night with them on the game, sitting in while they go live on tiktok. they are your best friends, after all.

you’re just about to visibly deflate when paige speaks, “we were wondering if you wanted to come with,” the blonde offers.

“really?” you say, a little too quickly. “uh… actually, i don’t know, guys.”

azzi frowns. “why not?”

“yeah, man, it’ll be fun,” paige is quick to try and persuade you. “minnesota’s way cooler than it sounds, i swear. the fair’s better than disneyland.”

you bite your lip, just feeling incredibly stupid. “i mean, that’s your time to be together with your family,” you explain, looking down at the plate in your hands, avoiding your friends’ gazes. “i don’t wanna, like, intrude or anything.”

“dude, what?”

“that’s crazy.”

they both rush to reassure you, speaking over each other.

“you’re not intruding on anything. we want you to come.” azzi explains.

“yeah, and so does everyone else. katie literally asked when you were finally gonna come visit,” paige says. “jon and jose wanna hang out with you in person.”

“we’ve been wanting to show you around minny for so long,” azzi adds. “every other summer you’ve been too busy with an internship.”

you don’t know why you’re so surprised. you’ve met both their families when they visited campus for games, even had dinners with them. you never got the impression that they disliked you then. you guess you just never expected them to… actually care.

it was a good morning. now, you’ve ruined it, maybe.

but then come their voices again, warm, totally unconcerned, “come with us, pretty please. we’re gonna miss you too much, it’ll be so boring without you, we’ll let you take the good seat on the plane—”

“okay. yeah, i’ll go.” you agree, finally, and focus very intently on the tabletop, your half–eaten plate of pancakes, the puddles of sticky maple syrup, instead of the way the two of them are beaming.

minnesota is great. warm, sunny, homey in a way, even though this your first time ever being here.

they were right about the state fair. you eat enough junk food— corn dogs and caramel apples and chilli cheese fries and cotton candy— to kill a victorian child. go on so many rides you fear you won’t be able to keep said food down (it’s only by god’s grace that you do). now that you’re all back at the house, having had dinner with tim and katie and played video games with jon and jose, you’re dead tired, ready to call it a night.

the issue is, there’s only one bed. the other rooms are occupied by azzi’s siblings and parents. you offer to sleep out in the couch in the living room, or even to just take the floor, but paige and azzi insist that it would be unnecessary when the bed’s a queen and the three of you would fit just fine. it’s not a big deal, anyway, they’d said, just sleep with us.

it’s a big deal to you, kind of. the weirdness of your feelings for the both of them aside, it’s just awkward to share a bed with two people that are in a relationship.

you’re sitting upright in the middle of the mattress, mulling over how exactly this is going to work (them on one side and you on the other? or you between them?), whilst azzi lays next to you reading, legs tangled together atop the sheets. paige is in the shower in the bathroom just a few feet away, the room filled with the scent of her lavender bodywash as humidity seeps in from the cracks of the bathroom’s door.

“hey,” azzi says, soft voice silencing the din of your thoughts. “you alright?”

“mhm,” you nod, then yawn. “just tired. i had a lot of fun today.”

that makes her smile, the sight causing a familiar warmth to flood your chest. she looks so pretty, wearing a tank top and cotton shorts to bed. “told you so.”

“yeah, yeah. how’s your book?”

azzi snorts, “kind of shit, to be honest.”

you laugh at that, and she explains the horrid plot with a cringe–worthy male lead to you, in the middle of the defending herself that she picked it up last–minute in the airport and usually wouldn’t bother herself with such drivel, when you hear the water in the bathroom stop running.

paige steps out of the bathroom a few moments later, with nothing but a towel wrapped around her chest. “hey,” she says, observing you and her girlfriend curled up, wet hair sticking to her face, droplets of water running down her skin, going over to her suitcase because she hasn’t bothered to actually unpack her clothes. “what y’all up to?”

and just like that, she drops the towel, reaching to unzip the suitcase.

“nothing, just reading,” azzi responds casually, because of course she does. paige is her girlfriend, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.

you, on the other hand are, well—

flustered isn’t the correct word. that’s what a reasonable person would be, flustered by the sight of seeing one of their best friends naked for the first time.

you are hot all over, cheeks scalding. you can’t stop your eyes from roaming over paige’s bare form— all her hard muscle contrases by the softness of her breasts, nipples a dainty pink— nor the saliva that begins to pool at the back of your throat, a familiar pressure growing between your legs. you’re aroused and it is shameful.

“hello? earth to y/n?” azzi’s voice fades in, snapping you out of it.

you blink. “uh,”

paige snorts out a laugh, stepping into a pair of boxers, chest still out on display. “bro, that’s crazy. i asked if the book was good.”

azzi laughs, too softly, looking thoroughly entertained, eyes glinting. “got a little distracted there, huh?” one of her hands comes up to play in your hair, twirling a piece around her finger.

now, you’re hot for a different reason. “i— i wasn’t— it’s not even my book!”

the two of them just laugh again, exchanging looks, like they know something you don’t.

“maybe don’t just walk around naked, you freak.” you retort defensively, in a rush, crossing your arms.

“nah, you liked what you saw,” paige presses. “admit it.”

jesus, they’re making fun of you. “i didn’t.”

“definitely did,” paige finally pulls on a fucking sports bra and then flops down on the bed, joining you and azzi, landing on top of your tangled legs. both of you groan, but paige just laughs, relaxing there, damp hair still dripping, her weight heavy across your thighs. you make a face and shove at her shoulder half–heartedly, but she doesn’t budge.

“paige, get off,” you grumble.

“nope,” she says, popping the p. she’s smiling, and it’s infuriating, and god, you can feel the warmth of her skin even through the thin fabric of your shorts.

azzi laughs softly beside you, closing her book and setting it on the nightstand. “you’re terrible,” she tells paige, but she doesn’t sound like she’s planning on rescuing you.

paige finally tilts her head up to look at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “seriously, though,” she drawls. “you were staring so hard, y/n. what’s that about?”

your stomach flips. you shake your head, trying for nonchalance, but your voice comes out too sharp, too defensive: “it’s not about anything. i wasn’t staring.”

“sure.” azzi’s voice is warm, teasing, but there’s a thread of curiosity under it. she shifts closer, resting her chin lightly on your shoulder, studying you. “you know you don’t have to lie to us, right?”

you swallow. the air feels too thick. both of them are watching you now, eyes steady, waiting.

paige softens, then, her hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. “hey,” she says quietly. “we’re not trying to make fun of you. we just… want you to tell us the truth.”

you should laugh it off. you should. instead, the words tumble out before you can stop them: “i like you. both of you. too much. it’s stupid.”

silence. your chest is heaving. you can’t bring yourself to look at either of them.

then, azzi’s hand slips into yours, squeezing tight. “it’s not stupid,” she murmurs.

your head jerks up in surprise, but before you can speak, paige’s grin softens into something gentler, almost shy. “yeah. we kind of figured. and… we— we’re into you, too.”

for a second, your brain goes blank. “you— what?”

azzi laughs under her breath, sounding a little nervous, her thumb rubbing soothing circles against your palm. “we’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you without scaring you off.”

you look to paige, disbeliving, but she confirms it, shrugging, “yeah. we’ve been kinda down bad.”

this is so overwhelming. this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

“not like you gave us a choice. those shorts you wore today…” paige says, shaking her head. “the ones you wear to bed at home.”

she’s talking about the denim cut–offs you wore to the fair, low–waisted and ultra short, considering it was about a hundred degrees out, and the brandy melville sleep shorts that leave barely anything to the imagination.

“you’re serious,” you whisper, as if saying it aloud will make it real.

“dead serious,” paige replies, shifting closer, her knee brushing yours.

azzi says, “we wouldn’t mess with you about something like this.”

then she tilts her head, watching your expression, searching. “can i…?” she asks gently, and you realize she’s asking permission before she leans in.

your breath catches and you nod, barely. erh lips press against yours, slow, sure, unbearably sweet. the kiss tastes like mint toothpaste and the faintness of cotton candy from the fair hours ago, and it undoes you completely.

when she pulls back, paige is already propped on one elbow, eyes wide, hungry. “my turn,” she says, voice lower, playful but trembling at the edges.

and then paige is kissing you, too, messier, more urgent. her damp hair tickles your cheek, her hand cupping your jaw to keep you there. you gasp into it, and she laughs against your mouth, pleased.

the look on your face, like you can’t believe that this is real, that you’re here, and this is actually happening, tells them that you’re still hesitant.

so, they say, “let us show you.”

they have you situated so that you’re laid back against azzi, who’s sitting upright in the middle of the bed, with your legs spread and head tilted back to rest on her shoulder, your back pressed against to her front as she holds you. paige is kneeling between your legs, hands large and firm on your thighs.

“wanna taste,” paige pants, leaning down, warm breath hitting your clit.

you whimper when her tongue meets your clit, giving the bud a few firm licks. “tastes so good,” she hums before sucking it into her mouth, your body arching up in response, crying out. azzi plants her a firm hand on your abdomen, holding you down, making you take it.

paige is insanely skilled with her mouth, using her tongue to apply just the right amount of pressure, licking and sucking and prodding at your entrace until you see stars, hips rolling, chasing your high.

“oh, fuck— i’m gonna cum,” you cry.

“go ahead, baby,” azzi encourages you, voice silken. “just let go. just like that, yeah, let it all out.”

you finish with a long keen, thighs shaking, heart hammering. paige laps all of it, humming against you in satisfaction, not stopping until she’s gathered some in her mouth.

paige rises, hand gripping azzi’s jaw, squeezing. immediately, azzi knows to open, full, pink lips parting so that paige can spit your cum into her mouth, moaning wantonly as the salty mixture of cum and saliva land on her tongue. she swallows most, the rest dribbling down her chin and making a mess of her. “good fucking girl,” paige tells her, leaning down to kiss her.

you go limp, sated, sighing contently after the aftershocks of your orgasm subside. you crane your neck back, lips attaching to azzi’s neck while she and paige make out.

but they aren’t done with you yet.

azzi’s hand is between your legs, massaging your overly sensitive clit, even as you hiss, squirming under the touch, and you hear paige’s voice telling her, “i brought it, it’s in my bag.”

azzi asks you, “want p to fuck you with her cock? hm?”

you’re still so sensitive, every stroke of her fingers making you twitch and wince, but your body betrays you, more arousal spilling out at the words. you bite your lip, nodding, and paige practically jumps to get off the bed and retrieve the strap.

“oh, ‘course you do,” azzi giggles, then leans in and kisses you, open–mouthed and sloppy as she continues her ministrations.

paige returns, equipped with the strap on her hips, climbing back onto the bed. she gets into position, claiming her place between your legs, brining the strap to your pussy. she teases at first, nudging azzi’s fingers away to slide it through your folds, repeatedly bumping your clit until it’s gleaming with your arousal, before finally lining it up with your hole.

then, paige is pushing into you, stuffing you full with the strap. your eyes roll back, feeling it slide deep inside, your poor, spent pussy fluttering and clenching around it, and fuck, it’s so much, paige’s hips pressed flush to the backs of your thighs, reaching into parts of you that have never been touched. you gasp when she drags it out just to slam back in, chest shuddering.

you grab onto azzi’s bicep, nails digging into her skin, and sob pathetically. “gentle,” azzi reminds paige as she runs her hand over your stomach, soothing. her eyes are fixated on your body, entranced by the sight of your tight little hole stretching around paige’s girth, the skin wrapped around it pulled taut. “so fucking pretty, baby,” she tells you, kissing your temple.

“sorry ‘bout that, mama,” paige squeezes your hips and pulls out slower this time, every inch of her cock dragging along your walls, and you moan through it. “been wanting this so long, can’t help it. i’mma take care of you, though, i promise.”

she starts thrusting, steady and smooth, jostling your body up against azzi’s with the force of it, little hiccups of pleasure falling past your mouth.

“fuckkk, az, you see that?” paige groans, watching as the silicone disappears inside you and comes back wetter each time, covered in you. “taking it so good, shit.”

“that’s right,” azzi coos into your ear, the hand connected to the arm you’r holding up to making it’s way up to your chest, squeezing one of your tits before tweaking your nipple, making you gasp. “so good for us. knew you would be.”

“perfect,” paige adds, continuing her thrusts, your whole body singing with pleasure. “absolutely perfect.”

god, you can feel it already, your orgasm approaching. it’s hot, coiling deep in your gut, you’re so close.

“h–harder,” you moan, finding you voice. “please, n–need it so bad. need you to make me cum.”

paige grins, tightening her grip on your hips before picking up the pace, driving the strap into you with vigour, fast and hot and deep. you close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling, sounds spilling out of you, moaning and sobbing loudly without care.

azzi’s hand moves from your tit, finding it’s way back to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves, adding to the building pressure inside you, something that wants to erupt out of you. and the two of them are talking, egging you on, voices overlapping, to the point that you can’t who is who.

“gonna cum for us, baby? deserve it, been such a good girl.”

“good fucking slut, c’mon, give it to us. make us proud, baby, please.”

“pussy’s so pretty, fuck. you’re perfect.”

“just like that, yeah— yeah, cum all over this dick.”

you’re brought back to the precipice, cumming so hard, your whole body quivers, eyes screwing shut as your pussy spasms, and it’s hardest you’ve finished maybe ever, pleasure ripping through you. your body pulses, cum ooozing out of you coating the strap.

when you open your eyes again, it’s because you feel it exiting your body, leaving you empty. paige gets rid of it, tossing it aside carelessly, and lets herself slump on top of the two of you, the three of you laying there, giggling in a pile.

Admittedly, it takes a few times before you start to pick up on a recurring theme and when you do pick up on it? You don’t just feel guilty but… Curious, and deep down… Disappointed. 

Abby had wanted to take it slow and to her credit, you guys had only been officially dating for two months. Taking that into consideration with classes, part-time jobs and other college related things that meant you were both busy, it was understandable that she wanted to take it slow when you guys were able to see each other. 

She was a gentleman, making sure to take you out on proper dates first — not just somewhere quick and then have her hand up your skirt on the car ride home but actual restaurants with recommended dishes and signature wines that just confused you. She’d kissed you properly for the first time in her apartment on date number three, a movie forgotten about in the background but even then, she’d wanted to keep the pacing of your relationship slow.

But when you did start to get hot and heavy? God, it was good. So blindsightingly good you didn’t notice that every time it seemed to always focus on you. 

Climb on her lap? She readjusts you so you’re straddling her thigh instead and you’re so lost to the pleasure of your clit dragging against your panties and the hard muscle of her leg to pick up on it. 

Your hand snakes down to try and touch her pussy? She’s got your wrists pinned above your head in one hand, your nipples caught between her teeth and her other hand rubbing fast circles against your clit before you know it.

It doesn’t help that by the time you’re both in those situations, it’s late and when Abby finally decides she’s pulled enough orgasms out of you — slick coating your thighs, sticky against your cunt, her chin shiny from where she’d used her mouth on you and fingers still smelling of you even after she’s sucked them clean obscenely in front of you — you’re too exhausted to even think about cleaning up, never mind returning the favor.

Which fucking sucks cause when you do realise you can’t help but pout at how many opportunities you’ve been robbed of seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head, to see what her pussy looks like as it quivers. 

You were no stranger to pussy, it’s not like you wouldn’t know what to do. In fact you were proud to say you were very much a giver in that you could spend all day between a girls thighs much like Abby has done for you previously.

You’ve dated other girls before that maybe weren’t as keen on reciprocating and, given the circumstances, you assume at first that maybe that’s what Abby thinks about you. You had just rolled over and gone straight to sleep (albeit after making her spoon you and wrapping her big, strong arms around you beforehand so you’d feel safe in your fucked out state) so it wasn’t unreasonable to assume that she had assumed you were a pillow princess.

Respectfully to all pillow princesses, that misconception simply will not do.

So you try and subtly make it clear that you are very much interested in being a munch the next time Abby has you pressed into her sofa at her campus apartment, fingers buried knuckle deep inside your pussy, so wet you can hear every movement as she fucks you harshly. Abby’s got her mouth on your neck, sucking dark marks at your collarbones that make you whimper and keen before soothing them with her tongue and soft kisses as her thumb strums over your clit.

“So fucking pretty, baby, look at you swallowing my fingers so easily… Greedy little hole’s sucking me in” The blonde hisses against your skin, having to use her other hand that was groping your tits roughly to keep your thighs open. They’re shaking, threatening to slam shut even with Abby lying between them and you whimper as you feel her fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

Last time she left the prettiest bruises there, you’d spent days pressing your own touch to them just to feel the ache, an embarrassing wave of sadness coming over you when they started to fade. So maybe you purposely don’t hold back from letting your thighs twitch and writhe so she’s forced to hold you tighter, just so you’re maybe gifted with another reminder of her touch.

“Please, please… Let me, I wanna…” It’s unclear what you’re begging for, to cum or to touch her. You’re so close but not quite lost to the delirium Abby brings by orgasm number three so you take advantage of that, shaky hand coming out to grip at the butch woman’s jeans but faltering, instead clutching at whatever you can grab when her fingers start pounding at that gummy spot deep inside only she seems able to find as your vision starts to white out. 

You can feel yourself clenching around her fingers, the sound of your weeping pussy obscene as she continues her relentless finger fucking. “Shit, baby, you’re so.. Fucking.. Tight” she grits the words out, chuckling when she looks at you beneath her with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arching off the couch and your head thrown back so far. “You coming? Gonna make a mess on the leather for me? C’mon, lets see how messy this pretty pussy can get for me, yeah?”

It doesn’t take long after that, pussy squirting all over Abby’s hand and dripping down your ass to the leather couch like Abby predicted, but even then she doesn’t let up with her relentless torture of your clit and hole. You try to grab at her jeans again, trying to unbutton them but she shakes her head, eyes wide for a split second before she’s making soft coaxing noises, your hands pinned above your head again. “All about you, baby” Is all she murmurs against your skin, before she makes sure to send you over the edge again and again, effectively cutting off any urgency in completing your task.

The next time you try and focus on Abby, try to make it clear you want to reciprocate is when the two of you are watching a movie at her apartment, your body lazily thrown over her and your head resting in the crook of her neck and your arms tossed around her.

Slowly your attention drifts from the screen, bored by some adaptation of a historical-fiction book Abby read but you’ve never heard of. Your lips slowly trail down her neck, featherlight kisses pressed to her collarbones as one of your arms drops and begins to drift below the blanket she’d pulled out to keep you both warm.

Abby’s attention is still on the film, still pointing out changes they made from the book to the movie but you know the moment she realises where your hand has gone. You feel her reaction more than see it, how her breath catches and her body stiffens. Your hand immediately stops tracing her crotch, teasing line drug along her slit over the fabric of her basketball shorts. 

“Sorry, I didn’t— I shouldn’t..” You pull your hand away quickly, your apology rushed and face hot from embarrassment. 

“We should, um.. We should focus on the film, yeah?” Abby says after some consideration, and you just wanna hide in embarrassment and shame because she clearly didn’t like that. 

You miss how she clenches her thighs together, mistake her heart racing for being out of panic and try to ignore the failed attempt at seducing your girlfriend when she has you bent over the sofa a few hours later on her strap in the low light of her living room, cooing in your ear about how pretty you look dripping down her cock.

Maybe you come to the conclusion Abby might be a stone butch, a touch-me-not, whatever the hell you wanna call it. Because she seems to shy away with every advance you make to try and reciprocate. 

You get it if that is the case but can’t help but feel like that should have been mentioned, communicated in some way so you didn’t feel so… Weird about it. Sue me, you think, is it so wrong to want to touch your girlfriend? Your incredibly attractive girlfriend? No, surely not.

You wouldn’t exactly say it’s a deal breaker, you like Abby a lot. Even in the little amount of time you both have been together already, she’s amazing and not just physically — although that is certainly a perk. 

She’s thoughtful, caring, she makes sure to check in with everyone (seemingly knowing everyone on campus). She always sends a good morning and a good night text, even when she’s deep in her study sessions or writing papers. She makes sure all your dates are ‘real’ ones, even if it’s just going to her apartment to make dinner cause she wanted to make sure you didn’t feel like you were being used for your body. Hell, she even made sure to let you know where the spare key to her apartment was kept so you could let yourself in after that time you got caught in the rain outside waiting for her.

Which leads to now; Enter you, spare key in hand after sending a rushed text to Abby saying you were coming over to talk when you realised you couldn’t go any further without discussing boundaries. 

You should have realised something had thrown a wrench in your plan the second you stepped foot in Abby’s apartment really, the small space weirdly quiet and steam slowly rolling out of her bathroom. Distantly, you can hear the low murmur of music coming from her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.

You’re calling Abby’s name as you push through the door, not bothering to knock as you assume she’s read your text. It’s only when you process what’s in front of you that you come to the realisation that you seem to do an awful lot of assuming — and you know what they say, to assume is to make an ass out of you and me.

Because Abby clearly didn’t read your text, not based on the horrified look on her face when you walk in on her stark naked on her bed. Her skin is flushed, still damp from the shower she’d clearly just taken and her hair dripping big, fat water droplets onto her chest. Her muscled thighs are spread open, heels digging into the mattress as her fingers remain still stuffed deep inside her dripping hole. Her bush is wild and untamed, a light brown that curls through her fingers as her other hand spreads her lips wide open

There’s a voice in the back of your head, a really unnecessary one that points out that it seems like Abby does like being touched after all, but maybe just not by you.

But the best part of the sight — or the worse part, taking Abby’s look of utter shock into consideration — is her pussy, just as a whole. Her enlarged clit, erect and pulsating as it seems to stand to attention. Her pussy as a whole is big, the kind of big that makes your mouth begin to salivate, embarrassingly, as you think playing with it.

It makes you realise you’d never actually seen her pussy before, that every time the two of you fucked she was either fully clothed or had her strap on over her boxers. How cruel of her to hide that perfect pussy away.

“I… I texted” You say weakly after a few moments of silence, stood in a half step in the door way. 

Abby doesn’t move, and you don’t know what else to say as you spiral, murmuring apologies and rushing back out the door before Abby is able to process what just happened.

Communicating isn’t going so well, more so after you accidentally walked in on Abby’s post-shower masturbation session. She’s avoided pretty much all your texts asking to talk and even gone as far as changing her routine to avoid running into you.

It kind of leaves you in a weird limbo where you’re not quite sure where you went wrong. There’s definitely areas you could have improved on (i.e. actually communicating about boundaries from the start so all this assuming bullshit didn’t happen) but you texted, you said you were coming by. Maybe you could have shouted a hello when you first entered the apartment but the last time Abby was in when you did she said you didn’t have to.

You’re also just incredibly unaware as to what the state of your relationship even is anymore? Is Abby still your girlfriend? Does she only like to touch herself and not be touched by others? It’s frustrating, yes, but you can’t help but feel like you owe Abby the time to digest what happened.

After all, it was her that got walked in on in her own home, completely naked and knuckle deep inside of herself. You can cut the blonde a break.

Doesn’t stop you from salivating at the memory of how beautiful and fucked out she looked that split second before she realised she’d been caught, face contorted in pleasure and juices spilling down past her knuckles.

After a dozen texts to Abby, ranging from apologies to simple messages telling her you missed her and you would wait until she was ready to talk, it’s a week later you finally get a response. It’s simple, to the point and very Abby.

[ Abs ] : You can come to my apartment for dinner, we should talk.

A terrifying text to receive, given the circumstances. The ‘you can come for dinner’ aspect giving you a sense of security, it makes you feel like everythings fine but the ‘we should talk’ part? That’s sending ‘break up talk’ alarm bells ringing through your head.

You text back nervously, asking what time and if you should bring anything. You end up outside her apartment door, pointedly ignoring the space where her spare key is hidden like it might burn, with a bottle of wine in hand as you wait for her to answer.

When she does, there’s a tension between the two of you the moment your eyes meet and — thank god — it’s not a bad kind. It’s like suddenly you’ve both had the air knocked out of you, like you hadn’t realised you’d been missing a piece of yourselves until you saw what was missing right in front of you. Two months you’ve been together, god Lesbians were stereotypically quick to get attached.

You can see how Abby’s eyes soften, warm when she sees you and she has to steady both her hands on the door frame as she welcomes you inside.

“Dinner might be a while,” She says, uncharacteristically timid seeming, her hand drifting to your lower back as she guides you into the apartment. “Sorry, took a little while longer than I thought but, um… We can sit on the sofa? Maybe, uh, if you want we could talk now? Get it out of the way?”

Get it out of the way?

You place the bottle of wine on the coffee table, heart racing as you consider what Abby might be about to say. God, is she about to break up with you? No, she couldn’t be… She’s made dinner, it would be epicly cruel to break up with you and then expect you to stay for whatever homemade pasta dish she’s made.

“I’m sorry!” The words spill from your mouth at a rapid speed, not even bothering to stop to give her a chance to cut in — her brows shot high and eyes wide as you ramble. “I-I texted and I thought that was enough but clearly I didn’t think that through, and I totally should have shouted to let you even know I had arrived in the apartment but I just didn’t think. But.. You.. I.. I froze when I saw, I mean how could I not but I thought you didn’t like that, and I guess that’s my own fault cause I never asked what you do and don’t like — we kinda forgot to have that talk a-and—”

“Woah, woah, Y/N, slow—” Abby tries to cut in, hands coming to your arms to try and stop them from moving around wildly as you talk. “What are you talking about, c’mon, slow down.”

“It’s my own fault, I didn’t notice for way too long and when I finally did, I realised you probably thought I was just a pillow princess so I kept trying to subtly show my interest but you— a-and then you kept pushing me away or turning it back on me so I just figured you didn’t like being touched, stone butch or whatever but then i-in your bed… you… you were touching yourself a-and—”

You only stop, words cutting off suddenly, when Abby takes your face in her hands and forces you to look at her.

“Y/N. Baby, stop. I need you to breathe, calm down for a sec’ okay?” Her words are spoken so softly, the care dripping off each word as she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear gently. “Can you do that for me, slow down and take a breath?”

You nod slowly, watching her reverently. Abby’s tongue darts out to wet her lips as she watches you, taking a deep breath of her own. “I should have talked to you sooner, I’m sorry I just… got caught in my own head. Maybe none of this would have happened if I’d of done that, but if you still want… If you’re still wanting us I’d like to talk now, if that’s okay?” She sounds nervous as she speaks, the words almost practiced. You nod, giving her the time to speak and watching as her hands drop from your face to twiddle nervously on her lap.

“I… It’s not that I don’t like to be touched, I want— I really want that, but I… I haven’t had the greatest experiences in the past when it came to… Other people and what they thought of my body” Your heart aches as Abby speaks, her blue eyes cast down to where her hands lay nervously on her lap and her voice going soft.

“I just… Got used to hiding my body, you know and I didn’t even realise I was doing it until you… You remember that night we were watching the City of Thieves film and you—” She didn’t need to go any further, your face brightening in shame as you recall the awkward rejection. “I just didn’t know how to… broach the subject, y’know, and it’s not like I really thought you’d be judgemental and mean about my body but it’s just built up after so many negative reactions”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes narrowing slightly as you stare at your girlfriend. “Why would I judge you? I know you’re big, I know you’re muscle-y, why would I be mean about that?” You ask in genuine confusion, causing Abby to freeze and look at you equally as confused.

After a beat, she speaks slowly. “You… You think that I was talking… about my body-body?” After a beat, you nod just as slowly. “I was talking about my pussy” She finishes after a long space of silence, blunt and to the point.

Your head cocks to the side, confusion still clear in your expression as you process what she’s saying. What the fuck is so wrong about her pussy? You didn’t see anything wrong with it in that small (but well committed to memory) glimpse you’d had of it. “I don’t?—”

“Shit, you don’t… You really don’t see a problem, do you?” She sounds like she’s in awe, like your total lack of an issue around her genitals is something groundbreaking which makes a simmering bit of rage begin to boil inside of you because who in their damn right mind made the beautiful, the amazing Abby fucking Anderson so insecure in her body she couldn’t even show her girlfriend what she looked like?!

“Shit, okay, uh… I mean, you know — you saw — it’s big. Fatter than the norm’ I guess. It’s a mutation, congenital… I just.. I guess a lot of people I’ve been with have found it weird, ugly a-and they didn’t really wanna.. return the favor or do anything I guess.”

Yep, definitely rage you feel below the surface. The idea that Abby has been dealing with this because of people that were supposed to care for her speaking so badly about her body, for their reactions to something she cannot control makes you clench your fists. But you force yourself to relax, fingers stretching out on your thighs as you try to remain cool.

“Like I said, I didn’t really realise I was doing it until you started to, y’know… And I don't know, I couldn’t stop myself from panicking that it was gonna be the same reaction all over again. I just.. I couldn’t handle seeing that look of… of disgust on your face, not… you.”

Your delicate hands reach out to capture hers, stopping her from picking at the skin around her thumbs nervously as she speaks, to get her attention. “Abby, I.. I know other people have reacted that way but I would never—”

Her cheeks tinge red, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth and a small smirk etching its way onto her face. “I know, Y/N”

“You— You do?”

She nods, looking up to meet your eyes. “Yeah, I know. I, uh.. I figured that out.”

Your face pulls together again in confusion and slight annoyance, if she knew that then why did you spend the last week getting ghosted?! “What do you mean?”

“You have this look that comes over your face whenever you get turned on… Normally see it whenever I’m getting you off but, uh… That day, when you walked in on me? You had it when you were looking at me”

Your mouth drops open, breathless as you take that in. It’s no surprise though, you had been incredibly turned on at the sight, even thinking about it now has a wet spot forming in your panties at just the thought of Abby’s legs spread to unveil that beautiful cunt.

Shaking off the haze of lust, you focus on Abby. “So… Why did you, I mean I was happy to wait as long as you needed — I mean, again, I walked in on you a-and you needed to process that shock — but… why did you wait so long to talk?”

She heaves out a slow sigh, scratching at the back of her neck. “It was just weird, this bizarre 180 I was experiencing where this thing about me and my body that was always… weird for others and that I was kind of, y’know, expecting to be weird for you was suddenly attractive. That made you get that fucked out, horny expression on your face and I… I couldn’t believe it.”

“And now?”

“I mean… I believe it”

At that, your hand comes out to lightly smack at her arm, the both of you falling into light rumbles of laughter. Your hand lingers on Abby’s arm, dropping after a moment too long.

“Asshole,” softly you shake your head, a smile forming on your lips as you dip her head down. “I meant and now what? I mean, I take it this isn’t you breaking up with me like I was worried about?”

Her eyes widen in slight horror, like she hadn’t considered all of the nightmare scenarios that had been swarming in your mind over the last week. “N-No, no, absolutely not. Shit, you didn’t think— God, okay. No, no breakup was ever considered for the record”

That definitely eases the weeks worth of tension that had built up. 

You bite your lip, leaning forward into Abby’s space slightly. After a moment of silence, your needy eyes lift to meet Abby’s “Can we just skip to the part where we kiss and make-up?”

The other girl barely gets her own eager nod out before you’re clambering onto her lap, hands in her hair as you kiss her hard and messily. Your tongue licks into her mouth aggressively, small noises falling from the two of you as your hips rocks against hers. You missed this, missed how Abby tasted, how her tongue felt against yours as she explored your mouth just as thoroughly.

“I missed— missed you… so.. much” Heavy pants bracket each and every word, only broken by Abby pulling your lips back to hers as she devours you whole. She only pulls back with a high-keening hiss when you roll your hips in a certain way against her that makes her clit throb in her boxers. “Fuck, baby, careful” She sounds so pretty when she whines, her lip bitten as her head rolls back against the back sofa cushions.

Her head rolls to the side, looking at the kitchen before she swallows thickly, looking back at you. Her large hands move down to your hips, tapping the hip bones to get you to stand up. 

“Gonna save the food before we forget and burn the apartment down, you… Get in the bedroom” The way she breathes the words out, like she’s as affected as you are makes your head spin and you’re quick to scramble off her lap and into her bedroom.

Abby’s on you quicker than you realise, shoes barely kicked off before she’s at your back and kissing down the column of your neck with her hands running up and down your sides. Turning to face her, you drag her down into a punishing kiss until you feel her bed hit the back of your knees. You don’t fall back though, turning the two of you so Abby now has her back to the bed.

You’re panting when you break the kiss, wetting your lips despite the messy kiss as you look up at Abby through thick lashes with deep arousal. She looks equally as fucked, hair messy from where your fingers have gone through it as you both made out and her blue eyes dark with need. “Get on the bed for me, Abs. Like… Like you were that day” You sound fucked out already, thinking back to when you caught her touching herself like a wanton whore. You see the moment it registers in Abby’s mind what you’re asking her to do, a single raised eyebrow as she breathes heavily.

Slowly she strips her clothes, kicking her own shoes off. You spend equal time helping her discard her clothes as you do standing back and admiring her form, salivating as her tits spring free of her sports bra. She’s just got her boxers left when she crawls onto the bed, laying back against the headboard before lifting her hips and pulling them free.

She pulls them past her ankles and throws them on the floor, landing with a soft noise by your feet. Not that you notice, no, you’re too focused on Abby. Lay back on the bed, completely bare with only her knees propped up straight and infront of her to cover that pretty pussy of hers.

Your eyes are dark, hungry as you stare ahead, right where you know her crotch is covered by her legs. “Abby, that’s not how you were lay when I caught you” The words are low, almost rough as you wait, watching.

Her long hair, free from the braid she always wears, cascading messily down her shoulders is pushed behind her nervously before she slowly spreads her thighs and finally mirrors the position you’d caught her in a week ago.

Her heels aren’t quite digging into the mattress with need the way they were that day, but Abby isn’t nearly as worked over as she was then either. Still, you move forward hungrily, almost drawn to her like a magnet with your palms spread on the mattress to catch yourself as you instinctively move to get closer to her glistening slit. You look like a predator, crawling up from the foot of the bed and settling between her thighs, eyeing her pussy like prey.

She’s wet, so fucking wet you know your fingers would glide with ease through her folds. It makes you dizzy with lust, watching how her large clit throbs as you stare it down.

“Fuck, what… What now?” Abby whines, voice soft and breathy.

“Show me what you were doing before I walked in” Your voice is low, rough and your eyes don’t lift once from her drenched core.

You can hear the needy whines from Abby, her soft little moans that make you want to bite and kiss at her skin but she does as she’s told. Her hands come down to her pussy, one hand spreading her lips wide to show you everything while her other eases in with slow circles against her clit.

Not that she needs warming up, not with how quick she is to react to the barely there circular motions she does. “C’mon baby, you can do more. What did you do with this pretty pussy after that?”

Bottom lip drawn between her teeth, Abby can’t help but watch your darkened gaze as she drags two of her thick fingers through her slick, coating them with her juices before working them inside her hole.

Instinctively you lean in closer, inhaling her scent as you watch her twitching hole stretch to take her digits. Each time she fucks her fingers into herself, slowly and so fucking erotically, you watch as her hips lift slightly to meet her fingers, clit bumping against her palm and leaving a messy trail behind.

“So fucking gorgeous, look so pretty stretched around your fingers” You barely register your own voice, that you’ve said anything as you practically drool at the sight. No, wait, you’re actually drooling. Okay, between that and the obscene sounds of Abby fucking herself you can’t stop yourself, deciding you’d waited long enough to give.

Still, you can’t stop yourself from teasing before you stop her as you begin by kissing up her ankles. Your lips make sure to suck the occasional hickey the closer you get to her inner thighs, laughing low and wickedly when you hear her whine so pretty and the muscles of her thighs quiver. By the time you make your way close to where she wants you — and more importantly, where you have been wanting to be all this time — you have to take a moment to just… stare.

Take it in.

Fucking beautiful.

Licking a stripe up her pussy, slow flat tongue against her before sucking her fat clit into your mouth and laughing as she keens, hips lifting off the mattress before moaning at the taste of her. Above you, Abby’s head eventually falls back against the headboard with a soft thud as she makes a low, whining noise.

That’s when you start eating her out like a woman starved, messy and unashamed as you go to town. Licking her long and rough, spit falling from your mouth as you suck her clit into your mouth and lay one of your hands flat against her abdomen to keep her from lifting off the bed. She melts like honey on your tongue, the sheets beneath her messy with a mixture of her arousal and your saliva as it drips both down her ass and off your chin.

You’re eating her out half with the desire to bring her over the edge, to show her what all her other partners should have been giving her this entire time, and another part of you wants to just lap at her pussy with no regards. Hungry for the taste of her juices on your lips, to swirl your tongue around her protruding bud like you’re lazily licking an ice cream cone.

Her hands are in your hair, torn between yanking you off her when you suck harshly on her fat clit, laughing as she whines and whimpers, or pressing your face against her cunt to keep you fixed in one spot when you start to go rogue

“Oh.. Oh god, yes!” She’s a mess, completely gone beneath you when you finally decide to focus on getting her off. She’s soaked, dripping down your hand when you do touch her, and flooding your mouth with her arousal so much that when you grow desperate — yanking her up and throwing her on her hands and knees, eating her out from behind — you can’t stop the way her arousal drips onto the sheets beneath. She’s too damn wet for your mouth to capture all of it and the thought makes you feel feral.

“C’mon, Abs, I wanna feel you cum on my tongue okay? Wanna feel that pretty clit throbbing in my mouth”

You’ve got your hands at the junction where her thighs and her ass meet, spreading the skin so you have the max amount of access as you bring her over the edge, Abby’s neighbours no doubt able to hear her reaching her apex with her wailing. You move one of your hands down as you focus your mouth on her clit, fingers pushing inside of Abby’s warm heat again and sighing against her slick as her hole sucks them in greedily.

It doesn’t take long until Abby goes rigid, screaming and babbling that she’s coming with her head thrown back as you continue your ministrations, working her through her orgasm happily.

“Fuck, you coming from my fingers or my mouth, Abs?” You tease against her pussy as she gushes down your wrist practically, lapping her juices up with your tongue and feeling it drip down your chin. 

Her strong fingers thread through your hair and practically have to rip you off of her once overstimulation sets in, toned thighs twitching, desperate to slam shut and hide her pussy away from you. You let her pull you off, licking your lips with a wicked grin as you hover over her.

She’s redfaced, skin glistening with sweat and she looks completely fucked out. It’s a good look on her.

“What’s the verdict?” You ask with a teasing lilt, watching as she huffs out a laugh with her chest rising and falling rapidly still.

“Uh… Might let you do it again” She tries to play it casual but you swat at her chest lightly and she quickly falls into laughter. “Fine! I loved it, 10/10, I’ll write a damn Yelp review if you want me to”

these are so much fun to make i think imma make more

if you have any ideas or requests let me know!!