a/n: first smut kinda nervous lmao. Also I accidentally posted this early and had to delete because of a glitch in Tumblr aghh. Also this is way overdue my goodness
~desc: Grace is working too hard, so you take it to yourself to help her relax. Sub Grace, Dom and slightly taller reader. Takes a little while to get to the horny stuff but that's okay because Grace <3
~warnings: probably bad written smut, teasing, scissoring, bathroom sex, praise kink and extremely subby grace, both receiving.
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You didn't need to peek out of your bedroom to see the soft blue glow of the computer still coming from Grace's office. She'd been up all night, barely spoke to you at all. It wasn't because she was mad at you or anything, no, she was just busy. She'd come home, shoved in her microwaved dinner, and went straight to her office without so much as a peck on your cheek.
It irritated you a little.
You knew she was hard working, and you signed up for this when you started dating her. But still, all she'd been doing this past week was work, work, work. Forget the annual movie night, she had files to sort. A late night bath together? She had emails to send. Intimacy? Forget it. You were at your wits end of being neglected, even if it wasn't on purpose. So, you sat up in bed, ignoring the goosebumps from the cold and padding out to Grace's still lit office.
Sure enough, you found her there, hunched over her desk like a dignified shrimp as her slender fingers typed away on her computer, a frown of concentration on her face. You cleared your throat as you hovered by the doorway, causing her to jolt and nearly scatter her papers.
"O-oh! Hey, um, I was just finishing up-"
"You said that an hour ago."
You interrupted, an unimpressed look on your face that had Grace fidgeting anxiously. She toyed with her pen, tapping it against the desk like she was itching to go back to typing.
She murmured a weak response, shifting in her seat awkwardly as you approached her from behind. Your hands came down to rest on her shoulders, squeezing gently.
"Jesus, Grace, you're all wound up."
You tsked, feeling her tense underneath your touch as little goosebumps formed on her own skin. She was still in her work clothes, did she even shower tonight?
"M'not that tense. Just...busy."
She huffed, mumbling weak protest as you attempted to pull her from her hunched seat by the desk. You ignored her, and she eventually caved, standing with a small pout on her lips. Her hair was a bit messy as usual, and there were small dark rings under her eyes from her exhaustion.
"Where are you taking me?"
Grace half whined half asked as you started leading her away from her desk, shooting a sidelong glance at her stack of papers still yet to finish. If she could have just twenty more minutes...
It was like you could read her mind, because your hand had made it's way to her cheek, pulling her gaze away momentarily when you kissed her. It was soft and brief, but enough to catch her attention.
You told her, arching an eyebrow as she eventually gave a deep sigh, nodding and looking up at you. It was too easy to get her to give in sometimes. Maybe because she was so in love.
Satisfied finally by her response, you took her hand again - cold and clammy from holding a computer mouse for hours - and led her to the bathroom. She watched you start to run a bath, wrinkling her nose as you added lavender essence into the steaming water.
"Babe, you know I don't like that stuff. It smells weird."
You have her a look, putting the oil away back in the cupboard where you kept it. No offence to Grace, but she kind of smelled a little of sweat due to working all day and not showering. She was usually very hygienic and would scold you for even forgetting to brush your teeth - but she was so involved in work right now she just didn't have the time to worry about if she was a bit dirty or not. You wouldn't tell her she stunk to her face though, she'd crumple and hide herself away in shame if you did.
Instead, you opted for winding your arms around her waist, watching the little blush creep up her neck as you did.
"Let's just have a bath together, yeah? You need to relax a little, you're a walking ball of stress."
Even with your convincing, Grace still managed to form a weak protest. She didn't even know why, there was just a part of her brain that was still work, work, work.
There it was. That stern tone you brought out with her sometimes that made her melt. She found herself nodding, turning around so she could start unbuttoning her shirt, fumbling with the buttons as she did so. You rolled your eyes fondly, doing the same as you slipped off your shorts and oversized sleep shirt. It was originally Grace's, but she was eager to have you keep it.
She turned around once her shirt and pants were off, still in her underwear and bra and shivering from the cold. She was about to say something, but the words died on her lips as she saw you waiting for her, naked. Her mouth open and closed like a fish out of water, small strangled noise escaping her throat. Even if she'd seen you naked before, that never changed her reaction.
She got out, cheeks burning as her gaze dropped to the tiled floor. You shook your head in vague amusement, turning off the water and sinking into the bath, holding out a hand for Grace to join you.
She was suddenly very eager to get in that bath. She almost got in still clothed, but quickly shed herself of her underwear, practically scrambling in to join you in the hot water. You caught her, settling her in with her back against your chest.
Grace gave a small sigh, wiggling a bit to get comfortable as she soaked in the heat of the bath. This was...just what she needed, actually, a hot bath with her hot girlfriend to help her unwind from this past week.
She breathed, giving a soft noise of content as your hands moved to her shoulders, squeezing gently. Her breath caught in her throat as your thumbs rubbed against her tight muscles, hips bucking forwards involuntarily.
"Thought it would. You're so tense, Grace."
Came your murmured reply, hands wandering a little lower to properly massage her back. Grace whimpered as you got to a particularly sore spot, sucking in her breath as you began to pepper small kisses over her neck.
She agreed, shifting her hips more often as your hands worked down to her lower back. You could practically feel her blush as you pressed down, laughing softly into her ear. Biting her lip softly, she turned her head, brows furrowed. That was the look that meant she wanted something, but also didn't want to ask.
"Grace sweetheart, talk to me."
You mused, startled a little by the surprisingly loud whimper that escaped her when you nipped the side of her neck.
"W-well, I, uhm, you know how you said you were gonna, uh, help me? With stress?"
She stammered out, flushing even pinker as you arched your eyebrow at her. She took a small breath, speaking again.
"I'd...I-I'd like if you did. Help me..."
Trailing off, she but her lower lip again, slightly chapped because she wasn't drinking enough throughout the day. Her heart was pounding. Would you reject her? Misunderstand her? Maybe you were too tired-
"Of course I'll help you. What do you need from me?"
Came your softened answer, hands still running over her sides and squeezing lightly, one hand smoothing over her thigh under the water. She gulped.
She didn't answer for a hot minute, breath hitching as your hand came dangerously close to her inner thighs. Warm lips met her neck again, finding that sensitive spot behind her ear that made her melt. You just had to coax her a little.
"Ah- o-oh, anything, anything you want, just please help me."
You smirked at her eager submission, your kisses growing a bit more heated as you left more down her neck. To be honest, you were pretty pent up too, so having this time with Grace after days of unintentional ignoring? It was just what you needed.
Your command immediately registered with Grace, who shifted around quickly in the water so she was straddling your lap. Her cheeks were beautifully pink, lower lip still caught between her teeth as her gaze fluttered to meet yours. You smirked, gently tugging her lip from her teeth with your thumb and leaning in to catch her lips in a kiss.
It started off sweet and gentle, with Grace melting against you and soft sighs leaving her throat. But then your tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for permission which she eagerly gave. She gave a small gasp as your tongue slid past her lips, tasting her. She responded eagerly, kissing you back with equal fervour as her hips started subtly rocking against you.
When you finally broke apart to breathe, Grace was trembling, not from nerves but from pure stress induced excitement.
"Please... d-don't tease."
As the soft plead left her lips, your hands found her waist, your lips meeting her cheek briefly.
You answered with a hum, though originally you were thinking of making her wait for what she wanted. But who could deny such a pathetic loving face?
One of your hands dropped to Grace's thigh, slinging it over your hip and positioning her around properly. She could guess where this was going, leaning her head back so you could continue to mark up her neck. She whined when she felt a particularly harsh suck to where her shoulder met her neck, that was sure to leave a bruise that she'd have to cover for work.
"Ouh- feels...good, keep going."
She urged, your hand slipping between you both under the warm water to drag your fingers over her wetness. She gasped and arched her back in shock, unintentionally rolling her hips into your hand.
"Wow, Grace. Barely did anything and you're soaked, not from the water, either."
You teased, watching her hide her face in embarrassment. You tutted, pulling her hand away with the one that had just ghosted over her cunt.
"Don't be embarassed. You want this, don't you?"
You mused, watching her nod insistently, still shy in your gaze.
And who were you to keep your sweet girlfriend waiting?
Without warning, you pulled her down once positioned right, both your soaked heats coming in contact, because yes, you were equally as eager as she was. Her eyes widened, nodding like you'd asked her a question.
"Yes, yes yes, like that,"
She mumbled almost incoherently, squirming against you as you made the first roll of your hips. The bath was big enough for you to do this, though it was a bit cozy.
Her begging didn't stop even when your cunts were practically smushed together, when you'd found the perfect angle, not even when she was a moaning whining mess on top of you.
You checked, your own voice a little breathless, tilting her face to meet yours. She nodded frantically, grinding down against you and making you both gasp loudly when both your clits caught.
"Ye-ah! Yeah, f-feels so good, th-thank you so much, so fucking much."
Came Grace's reply, the water surrounding you sloshing with each frantic movement. Her pretty tits bounced enticingly in front of you, so you took the change to muffle your own moans by attaching your lips to one sensitive grey-pink peak. Grace squeaked when you very lightly bit her nipple, hips moving just that bit faster. Your spare hand rested on her ass, guiding her movements as you suckled on her chest.
You murmured against her skin, pulling away just to watch her squirm at the praise. She lived for you to tell her she was doing a good job, reassure her during intimate moments like this.
She could feel the familiar knot inside her start to tighten, hips canting forward to press even further forward, clit throbbing as she abused it against yours. The added pressure combined with her quick pace was starting to bring you both to the edge, her rapid breaths and high pitched moans growing louder, your own moans mingling with hers.
"F-fuck, s-so, so close,"
She warned, hands that were braced on your shoulders shooting out to grip the edges of the bathtub harshly enough that her knuckles whitened. Her kiss swollen lips parted, mouth dropping open as her gaze grew hazy. She was grinding faster now, despite your own moans and gasps of protest.
"Oh my god, Grace, slow down- be good, Jesus."
You scolded lightly, your hand running up to tug at her white blonde hair, pulling her head back to properly her a look at her. She gulped, choking back another loud keen as she forced her hips to go slower.
"Please- please please please- "
She begged, and you knew exactly what she wanted. Judging by the look on her face, the way her thighs shook, arms trembling as they kept their grip on the bathtub, she was holding back to come.
You moved to grip her thighs, kissing and biting over her chest as you started trying to oppress your own orgasm.
"You can come for me, Gracie,"
Came your muffled permission, nails digging into her sides as you felt her shake in your arms. Her mouth fell open from the firm line she had it pressed in, a loud moan escaping her as she finally tipped off the edge. Her movements didn't slow down, they sped up, grinding her soaked pussy into yours frantically as your own orgasm hit you.
She continued rolling her hips even after she was spent, mumbled 'oh my god's' leaving her as your hand loosened in her hair. You'd accidentally pulled on it a few times, but she'd live.
You huffed out, pulling her up and off of you when the overstimulation hit. She whined at the loss of the feeling of you against her, but quickly resettled as you pulled her into your lap.
She whispered hopefully, fucked out gaze meeting your own. You nodded, smoothing your hand over her cheek which was now burning hot.
"So good. Love you, Gracie."
You mused, pecking her soft lips (not chapped anymore, all that kissing helped) and helping her up.
"Let's get out of this bath. I don't think you're really up to going back to work, besides,"
You hummed, standing up with her and holding her hand as she grabbed both your towels, little dazed smile on her lips.
"I'm not done with you yet, Ashcroft."
A flush spread back onto her cheeks, the smile growing a little wider.
Word count: something over 1000
Edit: idk yall this isn't the best but yeah π€
