…YOU DON’T GET TO RUSH THIS

you can call me nie! | 23 | she/her | lesbian | blk | matcha lover despite my user | 18+

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who i write for: ✮ abby anderson ✮ sevika ✮ vi

hii sweetheart! i just wanted to say this was so sooo good! i absolutely love ur writing 👏

꩜ sometimes you wished that the idea of cycles syncing would be an old wives tale. today is not one of those days. even in the soft morning light, in her light touches and quiet morning ritual, there's an overwhelming sense of neediness emanating between the two of you. easy good morning kisses lead to her leaving indents of her teeth on your shoulder, dark marks down your back. the hand resting innocently on your soft stomach works its way through the buttons on your sleep shirt, cold fingers brushing against your already pert nipples.

꩜ from that point on it's all systems go, her large hands squeezing and pulling at the soft fat on your chest, thumb glazing against your sensitive nipples over and over. your thighs press together rhythmically, underwear embarrassingly wet with each touch. her free hand curls around the back of your neck, thumb resting on your jaw as she pulls you back into a messy kiss.

꩜ its debouched, sucking on her tongue, her teeth grazing your bottom lip. the soft morning chill grows the more spit soaked your chin becomes, not that either of you care. finally her hands wander down to the waistband of your trousers, then your underwear, wasting no time swiping through your arousal. when she groans into your mouth it's downright filthy, and the heavy grind of her hips against your ass only amplifies it.

꩜ the rough pads of her fingers circle your clit with a delicious mix of urgency and softness, trailing down to your sopping hole; easing one and eventually two fingers in to the knuckle. she swears blind that she could cum from the way your warm walls suck her in. it's uncoordinated and messy and perfect, the way she curls her fingers, somehow reaching the deepest parts of you. her thrusts play off of one another, each grind of her hips pushing her fingers against that spongy spot inside of you. 

꩜ she's anything but silent, quiet fucks and groans and shit baby whispered against your lips. she cums with her face buried in your neck, hips stuttering against the swell of your ass, fingers still curled inside of you, working you over until you've soaked her hand. even then it's not enough. clothes are quickly strewn across the floor, your shirt hanging off of you shoulders, her sports bra pulled between her teeth, eyes locked on the way your pussies grind together, the wet squelching sending little bolts of electricity through your stomach. ‘that’s it angel, make our cunts kiss’

꩜ her hands are splayed on your thighs, then your waist, and your tits, like she can't decide where to touch you. she settles on your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your supple flesh, pulling you harder, faster against her. she's mesmerised, watching your hips grind messily against hers, heavy tits bouncing in her face. your palms rest on her small, muscular chest, fingers pinching at her nipples in a way you know will send her reeling. you’re just as broken, chasing your high with fervour, relishing in the way her whimpers mix with yours ‘need you to cum- ngh, cum all over my pussy please baby. need it’. that breaks her, and wow is it a sigh. she's so pretty when she orgasms, cheeks flushed, freckles somehow more pronounced, her usually neat braid a mess of stray hairs. when you fall forward, the pleasure too much to withstand, she's quick to sink her teeth into your breast, softly dragging them across your nipple once, then twice.

꩜ you manage to keep your hands off of one another long enough to shower and get dressed. abby grumbling something about clothes being pointless. you're not sure you entirely disagree. the two of you muster some restraint long enough to eat, be actual functioning human beings. even then she's not too far from you, hands sliding under your shirt to run across your stomach, sneaking up to grope your tits for a few stolen seconds before you're smacking her hand away. and of course she's packing, because it's her. she makes sure you feel it, grinding against you for the third time, smirking against your skin when your breath hitches. it's inevitable really, when she pulls you down onto the couch you'd just finished tidying.

꩜ she's got you half sitting, one knee pushed up to your chest, the other lazily resting over her shoulder as she spreads you open, the cool air and heat of her stare making you shudder. ‘so perfect angel. such a pretty pussy and it’s all mine, huh?’ her thumbs trace your sensitive pussy lips one dipping slightly into your twitching hole, the other brushing your swollen clit. 'abigail stop being a tease-' shes quick with it then, swiping her tongue through your wetness pursing her lips over your nub, thumb still rubbing against your leaking cunt, thrusting in lightly. 'hn- fuck, abby- fuck'  you're a wreck, broken moans of her name, her fingers gripping at your thigh, using it to pull herself deeper into you until you're gasping and barely forming sentences, hands laced in her loose locks. the whole while her own hips are moving, grinding against the edge of the sofa, the friction from the base of the strap perfect on her twitching clit, driving her need to make you finish. when you cum she's a mess, slurping at every drop, determined to not spill any. you eventually give a light tug at her hair, pulling her away from you, earning small pecks along your inner thigh in return. looking down at her, the flush in her cheeks and the slight stutter of her hips that has you leaning in just that little bit closer ‘did you just-' 'shut up'

꩜ her having to actually do some work (it's remote for the plot), sitting at the desk in the spare room you'd converted into an office, trying her best to look focused whilst you kitten lick across her clit. the strap is loose around her hips, giving you the perfect amount of access to bury your face between her thighs. every now and then she'd stutter, cough to cover a moan, flatten her palm against your head. every time she loses focus you're pulling back, slowing down, not giving her any leeway. there’s an unmistakable flush to her skin aside from her the bright white of her hands, her grip on the armrest knuckle white. your fist is wrapped around spit covered strap, grinding it against her, lips alternating between her sweet cunt and the bulbous silicone head, knowing either way she’ll get off. the second the call finally ends she's feral, something between a moan and a growl leaving her lips as her hands pull you fully against her, one thigh looping over your shoulder, heel pushed into your back. 'fuckin menace. swear to god- fuck' she's practically riding your face, clit rubbing across your lips; your nose and you love it. her hips stutter the closer she gets, yet she remains relentless whimpering your name. 'cu-cuming. fuck- baby, take- fuck take it. fuckin so good to me.' when you grin up at her, face glistening with her cum, tongue swiping over your lips, all she can do is groan.

꩜ thinking about the two of you sitting through dinner, laughing and joking about the most ridiculous shit as though you haven't been fucking like rabbits all day. you trying your best not to watch her moth every time she chews, licks over that pouty bottom lip. abby forcing herself to have some decorum and sit through the meal she knows you'd spent time on, never wanting you to feel under appreciated. you showing her the same respect though dessert, savouring the taste of the cherry crumble and cream she'd made the day before. you're definitely not focused on the slight red tint on her lips or the way her throat bobs every time she swallows.

꩜ the restraint lasts all of 5 seconds once your plates are empty, her hand resting at the tip of your spine, keeping you perfectly flush with the counters she pulls your underwear to the side, sliding two thick fingers across your clit, pushing them . she has you drooling, grinding back against her desperate for some sort of release and then taking it away all together. you shine against the cool marble, in the brief absence of her touch, until her hand is gripping at your thigh, lifting it just enough to spread you open, the other hand slowly guiding the strap into your weepy cunt ‘biiiig stretch, there you go. my baby’s got it’ she eases you into it, but it doesn’t take long for her thrusts to become bruising. all she can hear is broken moans, ‘abby, abby, abby’ repeating over and over. her hand at your nape slowly travels to your nape, guiding you until your back is flush against her front. you let your head rest on her shoulder, soft breaths tickling her skin as that hand trails lower, squeezing at your softness, settling between your thighs rubbing tight circles on your clit. her hips meet your ass, smacking flesh and the constant plap plap plap of her fucking into you pulls you both closer to the edge. her muffled groans vibrate against the sensitive skin of your neck already littered in marks. ‘god she fucking loves it doesn’t she baby. swallowing this dick so well. keep making a mess, i’ll clean it up don’t worry, i’ve got you’

꩜ ending the night back in bed, folded into a mating press. her thrusts are slow and deep, hitting spots you didn't know she could. you're finally approaching that point of aching all over, somewhere between sated and overstimulated. her lips ghost against your neck, dipping for a moment to graze her teeth other your tit before resting her forehead against your cheek. 'feels so good baby, gonna cum in this sweet pussy.’ her fingers pinch at your overlay sensitive tits and all you can do is moan and whimper i her ear. ‘gonna knock you up. fuck- gonna look so pretty all round and swollen. and fuck- these tits. gonna be so good baby promise, gonna fill you up proper'

꩜ you cum with a loud cry, nails marking her up, panting heavy breaths against her lips, muttering quiet thank yous. her hips don’t stop moving, each thrust pushing you further and further towards oblivion. she’s babbling nonsense into your neck, grinding against the strap chasing her own release. you can’t help but squeeze her ass, nails digging into the supple flesh, guiding each push of her hips. the thick silicone stays buried inside of you its bulbous tip budging against your spot pushing you to the point of overstimulation. her orgasm hits like a tidal wave and my god does she sound broken, chasing it until she’s squirting, splashes of wet coating your cunt and thighs dripping onto the sheets. she squeezes the soft pump, filling you to the brim, getting lost in your soft whimpers and her heavy breaths. she pulls out carefully, dotting soft kisses against your inner thighs, letting out some sort of broken whimper at the sight in front of her. her eyes linger on the shining strap for a moment before she’s spreading you open, watching how it leaks in thick globs mingling with her own release.

꩜ you don’t have the energy to clean yourself up yet, and neither does she. the two of you fall beside each other curling into one another all sweaty and damp, sheets ruined skin covered in marks. her fingers draw slow circles on your thigh, lips leaving open mouthed kisses on your salty skin. her fingers dip between your folds and you accidentally bite a little hard against her neck 'abb-abby, m'too sensitive', a soft kiss on your forehead and then your cheek 'i know baby, just gotta make sure it sticks. don't wanna waste any.' her fingers circle your twitching hole, older hand drawing lazy squiggles up and down your spine. when you finally push at her hand, she relents, slipping her fingers between her lips, suckling them clean. your eyes follow every movement, half lidded just watching for a long moment before you're kissing her again. it's messy, your tongue swiping against hers tasting your sweet tangy musk and the nothingness of the faux cum. you just sigh against her lips, burying your face in the crook of her neck, the taste and scent of arousal clinging to the two of you, lingering, a quiet reminder that no matter how much you give each other, you'll never be able to get enough.

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literally my face the entire time i was writing this

nsfw 18+, vibrators, edging, kinda harsh sev, voyerism?? forced eye contact?, afab!reader, r! referred to as 'baby', 'sweetness', i pictured like a somewhat modern take on councillor sevika for this one <3

18+ just super soft mushy lovely all the feels!! whilst this is written with an afab / fem presenting reader in mind, I don’t think there’s any descriptors of the readers anatomy / any gender specific pronouns! that being said this isn’t proofread. It might be ass idk it’s 2am and I’m yearning. MINORS & MEN DNI

She's everywhere.

She’s the salt lamp she'd gifted you for no apparent reason, now sat on your desk, the peach light casting a glow just bright enough to make out the pretty edges of her face. In the sheets she'd sent you a link to one random Sunday evening, the hair tie around your wrist, hastily pulled from the end of her braid.

✰ ABBY

take it like a taker (nsfw)

insatiable (nsfw)

✰ SEVIKA

councillor sevika 18+

✰ VI

come back later!

come back later!

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