#femreaderxcharacter

nsfw

baran al-hashimi x cassie mckay x nurse!fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), threesome, strap-on (r!receiving), cunnilingus (r!receiving), humiliation, mommy kink, fingering (r!receiving), edging (r!receiving), slight possessiveness, sex toys (r!receiving), bondage, breast/nipple play (r!receiving)

author’s note: decided to actually go through with it and write a threesome with cassie and baran..god my horny ass thoughts were on something, but i DESPERATELY need them both, please please please

It’s been a stressful work day, you’re gathering up your things before leaving the hospital to head back home. You just needed to relax, especially after being juggled around by Baran and Cassie between patients. It was obvious that the other nurses knew you had a crush on the both of them, but you shook your head as you began to walk towards the exit of the hospital to leave after clocking out of your shift.

In the corners of your eyes, you can see both Baran and Cassie chatting it up with your fellow nurses then next thing you heard were the words, “Yeah, she liked you both for a while now but she feels..guilty about the entire thing.” followed by your name and you froze in place. Holy shit.

“Come here for a moment, yeah?” Cassie said, you sighed and turned to walk towards them—your gaze on the floor, refusing to look up when you got close.

Baran pinched your cheek, her thumb grazing your bottom lip as she tilted your chin up with her index finger. “Is it true? You have a crush on both Dr. McKay and I?” Her voice stern.

Your eyes widened, your eyes gazing between the both of them—not wanting to say anything, you were struggling to find the right words. “Someone’s awfully quiet, I bet you she probably has wet dreams about the both of us.” Cassie teased, patting your shoulder and your face immediately turned red.

“I do not, that’s absolutely absurd.” You replied, you grabbed Baran’s hand and moved it away from your chin then looked at Princess, glaring your eyes at her as if telling her that she’s dead to you. Baran raised a brow at that, her arms folded now as she stared at you then back at Cassie.

“Can the two of you quit staring like you’re about to pounce at me?” You shook your head as you began to walk away, back towards the exit but instead of proceeding to walk out of the hospital—you found your body standing there frozen, then suddenly you turned back around and approached both Baran and Cassie.

Next thing you knew, you were back at your apartment with both Baran and Cassie—Baran’s front pressed against your back as you rode Cassie’s strap, your hips stuttering slightly as you felt Baran’s fingers rubbing your clit, a faint cry escaping from your lips.

“Oh god, oh my god—” you panted, your head pressed against Cassie’s shoulder, her hands guiding your movements as the tip of her strap kissed your sweet spot with every thrust of her hips up into you. Your walls began to flutter around the toy, the sounds of the bed creaking filling up the bedroom followed by..a buzzing sound?

You move your head from Cassie’s shoulder, turning your head to see Baran holding a vibrator in her hand and your eyes widened. Baran brushed her lips against your ear, dragging the vibrator down to where you and Cassie are connected.

“Deep breaths, sweet girl.” She cooed, you whined and jolted slightly as you felt the vibrator pressed against your clit. Your entire body trembling, your orgasm building up rapidly by the second. A loud groan escaped from Cassie’s lips, she could feel your walls fluttering around her once more. One of her hands trailed up to your breasts, her fingers pinching, twisting, and pulling on a peaked nipple while Baran’s lips pressed gentle kisses against your neck. A loud gasp filled up the room when you felt her teeth biting down into your neck, her tongue licking where she bit to soothe the pain.

“I can’t— oh fuck, I’m cumming!” You sobbed, your orgasm washing over you in an instant, your breathing heavy as you went limp against Cassie. Your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, catching your breath, the sounds of heavy breathing in the room now followed by a faint buzzing sound. Baran pulled the vibrator from between your legs, turning it off and tossing it to the side before her hands found your waist—helping you off of Cassie’s strap, placing you down carefully on the bed, your back on the mattress.

“Eyes on us,” Cassie whispered, you slowly opened your eyes at her voice after coming down from your high, your cheeks flushed, sweat beads on your forehead. “Do you know where you keep your towels at, sweetheart?” Cassie asked, you weakly nodded your head.

“In the closet in my bathroom,” you replied faintly. Cassie nodded her head, getting up from the bed but before she walked away—her lips brushed against Baran’s ear, whispering something in her ear. You couldn’t hear what was said, but as soon as Cassie disappeared into the bathroom, you can see a smirk tugging on the corners of Baran’s lips.

Baran’s eyes glanced towards yours, “Ever been tied up before?” She whispered, she reached over to your nightstand—opening the drawer and reaching in there, grabbing a rope as her eyes stared at the other toys you had in the drawer.

“Kinky much?” She closed the drawer, grabbing your wrists and pinned them above your head then grabbed the rope. She made two loops, overlapping and passing each loop through the other by their opposite edges, then pulled on the loops out up to match the size of your wrists before putting your wrists through the loops and tightening them to complete the knot.

Your eyes widened in surprise, your eyes staring into Baran's as she settles herself between your legs—her body hovering over yours. She pulled you into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding into your mouth while her hands explored every curve and dip as if you were an art piece. She pulled away from the kiss, her lips dragging down to your jaw planting harsh kisses along your jaw before moving down to your neck. Her teeth grazed your pulse point before biting down, leaving a faint red mark in its waking.

Your back arched against the mattress, a faint gasp leaving your lips. You watched as she moved down your body, planting kisses wherever she could place them before she settled her head between your legs. You heard footsteps again, Cassie walking back into the bedroom with a small towel in her hand. When Cassie saw Baran's face between your legs, she paused for a moment with a raised brow.

"Going down on her without me here to watch? Bold move, Al-Hashimi." She said, she began to move again towards the bed—placing the towel on your forehead to clean the sweat off then tossed it into the laundry hamper.

Baran groaned at Cassie's sentence, pulling her face out from between your legs to look at her with annoyance. "You got to fuck her with your strap, let me have this for once, yeah? She's mine as of right now." She replied before diving back between your legs, her hot breath against your clit and you whined desperately—your hips trying to buck up against her mouth, needing friction this instant.

A smirk curled on Baran's lips, she instantly laughed at you for trying to buck your hips up against her mouth. Her hands moved to your hips, pressing you down against the mattress to keep you still. "So whiny and needy, one orgasm wasn't enough for you?" She teased then suddenly; her mouth was on you. Her tongue swiping one filthy stroke up against your pussy slowly, your head immediately tossing back against the pillow.

"Oh god.." you gasped, her tongue pressing against your clit; her mouth latching against you hard.

The sounds of obscene wet noises filling up the room followed by your whines, then suddenly the word "mommy" slipped out from your lips and Baran froze while a groan escaped from Cassie's lips. She pulled back, her eyes looking up at yours from between your legs. Fuck.

"Say that again." Baran breathed, "Call me that name again." You shook your head, refusing to give in, and Baran couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Oh? Quiet now, are we? Fine, but you don't get to cum until you call me that name again." She said, then she dove right back in—her tongue working fast against your clit and pumping two fingers inside your entrance without any warning.

A loud cry filled up the room in a heartbeat, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure began to take over you completely. Your chest rising and falling fast, your heart pounding hard in your chest, heat building up fast in your lower abdomen. You were close and she knew, but she wasn't going to allow you to fall over. "Oh fuck, oh g—" you were cut off at sudden feeling of her fingers suddenly slowing down, not enough to help you push you over the edge and you whined.

"Fuck, Baran please!" You protested, your hips bucking against her hand and mouth trying to chase your release. She shook her head, a smirk curling on her lips as she heard your pleas, "Call me that name again or I stop." You whined even more at that, but with no other choice, you gave in.

"God, mommy please—" you whimpered, Baran immediately caved in—her fingers pumping in and out of you fast, her lips sucking hard against your clit. Her fingers curled hard against your g-spot, a broken sob ripping out from your throat as she continued to curl her fingers relentlessly: instantly pushing you to the edge.

That second orgasm had you seeing stars, your head immediately going dizzy, your legs clamping shut around Baran's head while her fingers and tongue slowed down; helping you come down from your high. After you came back into reality, Baran withdrew her fingers that were now coated in your juices as she got up from between your legs. Cassie leaned over, untying the rope from around your wrists then reached over to grab Baran's wrist, taking Baran's fingers into her mouth sucking your cum off and moaning at the taste.

nsfw

baran al-hashimi x nurse!fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), praising, foreplay, semi public sex, cunnilingus (r!receiving), breast/nipple play (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), slight humiliation, slight degradation, pussy slaps (r!receiving)

author’s note: finally writing more 🫰🏻 i will be getting to my requests asap, sadly i’ve been scheduled 6 days a week again recently so i’m not sure when i’ll be getting to them. sorry guys :( but i had to write something delicious about baran al-hashimi, i genuinely need this woman to eat me out and finger me asap then act like i don’t exist afterwards (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

It’s a constant on and off thing between you and Baran, one day the two of you are constantly talking to each other—exchanging glances, but on a different day, she doesn’t bother to pay any attention to you at all and you genuinely despise that. In the corner of your eyes, you can see Baran prancing around the emergency room as you walked into a chaotic shift but you shook your head and rolled your eyes in annoyance before approaching Dana.

“Thank Christ you’re here, we need you.” She said, her hands reaching out to help you take off your jacket, the jacket falling down your shoulders.

“Jesus Dana, you really can’t survive without me huh?” You teased as you turned your head, making eye contact with her—she was now placing your jacket to the side and handing you a chart about a patient she left for you. She mockingly rolled her eyes, following your gaze as you read the patient’s chart and seen that you were stuck with Baran. A smirk tugged on the corners of her lips as she watched your eyes widened in horror.

“You’ve got to be kidding me—” You mumbled underneath your breath, your hands gripping the clipboard tightly as you looked at Dana with fury.

She turned away, saluting at you before she could disappear down the hall in the chaos but the last thing you heard from her were the following words, “Have fun kiddo, you’ll need it.” Next thing you knew, bam she was gone and you were stuck with Baran—not that you’re complaining, you’re always thinking about something very..inappropriate every time you steal a glance at her but you were just done with being treated like garbage.

You headed towards the patient’s room, without any warning you felt a hand around your arm pulling you somewhere else—into a empty hospital room, your eyes widened in surprise as you turned your head to see who was pulling you and it was Baran. After dragging the both of you into the room, she closed the door behind her and locked it then drew the blinds to make sure the two of you together weren’t seen by other colleagues roaming around the ER.

“Baran,” you said. It was obvious you weren’t in the mood for whatever she was planning.

She slowly began to approach you, taking a step closer to you as she spoke. “Don’t Baran me, you’re hiding something.”

You raised a brow at that, “Excuse me?”

Her brown eyes immediately stared into yours, as if she was trying to hypnotize you—one of her hands reaching out to grab your chin, her thumb gently brushing against the bottom of your lip teasingly. The way her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes darkening with desire; you immediately knew where this was going.

“So mouthy.” She muttered before stealing your lips into a kiss, her hands immediately touched your thighs—lifting you up with ease as she carried you to the hospital bed, the kiss never breaking. She pulled away, breaking the kiss as she lowered you down on the bed and spread your legs out, settling herself between them before dragging you back into another kiss.

Her hands fumbled with your scrubs, lifting your scrub top higher and pulling away from the kiss to remove your top—tossing it to the side before she could start slowly pulling down your pants, teasingly as her eyes stared down into yours filled with desire. Without any warning, she dove right back in, kissing you like you were her last meal as she successfully removed your pants.

Baran’s hands traveled towards your back, unclasping your bra with ease, allowing it to fall—revealing your breasts that were hidden behind the lace. Her mouth moved away from your lips, dragging kisses along your jaw before moving to your neck then to your chest. Once she got to your chest, she took a nipple in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud and gently suckling while her fingers groped your other breast—her fingers pinching and twisting your other nipple.

A soft moan manage to escape from your lips, a hand tangled in her hair gently tugging as you felt her teeth grazing your nipple. “Baran,” you whispered and she paused for a moment, those doe eyes staring into yours from below while she raised a brow.

“Yes, sweet girl?” She whispered.

The way your cheeks flushed immediately with her reply, thuh-thump, thuh-thump, thuh-thump—your heart racing fast in your chest when you heard that pet name leave from her lips. You were supposed to be frustrated at her for being so hot and cold with you, but all of that frustration managed to creep out of your mind as soon as you heard that pet name. You couldn’t even manage a reply, instead you dragged her back up to you—your lips connecting with hers again.

Oh, and the way her hands rest on your hips, dragging you closer to her as your mouths moved against each other’s, that had you absolutely soaked. As the kiss continued to intensify, she moved of her hands from a hip, dragging her hand down between your legs—her fingertips brushing against the fabric of your panties, she couldn’t help but groan against the kiss as she felt how soaked your panties were.

“So wet just from me calling you ‘sweet girl’ absolutely pathetic.” She muttered between kisses, that instantly made you weak in the knees and you whined as she broke away from the kiss. Her fingers hooked underneath the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs and tossing them to the side then she rest her hands on top of your knees.

Without any warning, she spread your legs wide—your folds glistening from how wet you are as she moved her face between your legs, her eyes looking up at yours from below while she dragged a finger through the wetness. You squirmed just a bit, whining quietly and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Holy shit, look at how wet you are. Interesting how soaked you are after being all bitchy and whiny for no reason, so god damn useless for your own good.” Slap—a hand came crashing down on your core and you jumped up. Her smirk turned downright as she watched you squirm again before her hand came crashing back down on your core.

A loud whine escaped from your lips, tears prickling in your eyes as you stared at her, her hand pause before it could slap your core again. “Oh don’t cry now, I’m going to give you what you need.” She cooed as she brushed a hand against your cheek, you couldn’t help but lean into her touch as her thumb traced your lips.

“Such a sweet girl for being so brave, and what do sweet girls get?” She asked, her hand pulling away from your face as she looked at you with doe eyes, eagerly waiting for your response.

“They get..rewarded?” You responded back.

She nodded her head at her reply, “Atta girl, they get rewarded.”

Then she dove straight in, her mouth against your drenched pussy—her tongue working fast against you as her nose nudged against your clit. “Oh, oh..” a loud moan came out from your lips, your hand tangled up in her hair while the other pressed at the back of her head, pushing her deeper against you.

Your hips bucked up against her mouth, your head tossing back against the pillow, the sound of sweet praises and soft cries filling up the room within minutes. Her tongue pressed up against your clit, harshly sucking and licking while a free hand made its way between your legs then suddenly—a loud gasp filled up the room as you felt two fingers pumping into your entrance, your eyes fluttering shut instantly while she groaned against you, feeling your walls clenching around her fingers tightly.

“You’re so tight, it’s like you could cut the circulation to my fingers off.” She teased, her fingers curling against your sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

You could feel a tight knot building in your stomach, your legs shaking uncontrollably, you were close and she knew. Your chest risen and fallen by each second, your heart racing fast, your breathing becoming more intense in no time.

“Oh my— fuck, fuck!” You sobbed, your legs clamping around her head tightly as you felt the wave of your orgasm washing over you—her tongue slowing down along with her fingers to help you down from your high.

When she got up from between your legs, you could see your juices glistening on her chin and when you saw her fingers coated in your cum, your eyes widened as you watched her take them in her mouth—sucking them off clean, a moan escaping from her lips at the taste and when she removed her fingers out from her mouth? She used the back of her hand to wipe her chin off before getting off the bed and adjusting her scrubs after tidying up her hair.

She didn’t even bother to admire you or give you the after care you deserved after destroying you, instead she grabbed your scrubs, your bra, and your panties that were still soaked—tossing them at you and gave you one last look before shutting the curtains around the hospital bed you lied on. The next thing you heard were her footsteps fading away followed by the door opening and closing, she walked out and left you there unraveled without exchanging any words.

You tossed your head back against the pillow, muttering underneath your breath—frustrated at Baran for just..leaving you there by yourself and you could already tell she was going to act as if nothing happened between the two of you.

nsfw

isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: praising, cunnilingus, fingering

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You were heading to the music room with your cello, everyone else decided to participate in the activities that Principal Dort had in place to get everyone excited for the Day Of Remembrance. You could finally get some peace and quiet, you had to make sure that you were perfect for your performance.

You approached the music room, the door was left wide open. You took a quick peek in the room, looking for anyone that could be in there but nobody was in there. After making sure nobody was in there, you walked in and went to find an empty chair. Once you found an empty chair, you began setting everything up; grabbing the cello stopper from your bag and placing it down on the floor. You pulled the endpin down, making sure it was aligned properly on the stopper and carefully rested the cello between your legs as you sat down; holding the bow in your right hand.

“Okay..” you whispered.

“I cannot screw this up.”

You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes then started with the beginning of Prokofiev’s “Dance of the Knights” from Romeo and Juliet.

You kept taking small breaths as you continued on in the music, but then you heard a familiar voice; causing you to mess up.

“Y/N?” A woman with strawberry blonde hair approached you as she called your name, she smelled like warm coffee during a nice fall evening.

You looked up at her, it was Miss Capri, the new head of music teacher. The woman you’ve always admired when you had lessons with her, you took a small glimpse at her then looked away immediately.

“I thought you were with Principal Dort.” You said.

She began fidgeting with her hands.

“I was, but my mind couldn’t help but wonder who the person was in here practicing.” She replied as she walked up to you.

She placed her right hand on your shoulder then took her left hand and placed it underneath your chin, lifting your head up a bit to make sure you were making eye contact with her.

“You’ve been avoiding me recently; you’ve been quieter than usual too, sweetheart.”

“May I ask why?” She questioned.

You instantly broke the eye contact with her, “I have my own things to worry about.” You answered.

She leaned over a bit, bringing her mouth close to your ear.

“Oh please, don’t act like I haven’t noticed you noticing me ever since you started your lessons with me.” she whispered then moved her mouth away from your ear.

You instantly looked at her, she immediately caught your attention.

“I think it’s very..intriguing, I must say.” She finished as she grabbed the cello resting between your legs, carefully placing it on the floor next to the chair you sat on and grabbed the bow from your hand; placing it down next to where the cello is.

She then pulled you up from the chair, placing her left hand on your waist and her right hand on your cheek. Your eyes immediately fell on her lips, you wanted her to kiss you right now more than ever. She noticed you staring at her lips, a smile appearing on her lips now. She immediately knew what you were thinking.

“May I?” She asked, her thumb now caressing your bottom lip.

You nodded, you gave her your approval and within seconds; her lips crashed against yours. She did not have to fight for dominance, she instantly knew she had you submissively.

The makeout session continued across the room, you felt the back of your body against her desk as she began unbuttoning your blouse and placing it on the side of the desk. She carefully lifted you up, placing you on top of the desk then you pulled your lips away from hers.

You stared into her hazel colored eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be sure about this?” She replied.

A smile lit up on your face, you tugged on her shirt and pulled her in for another kiss; this time, making sure your lips stayed connected with hers.

Her hand trailed down to your skirt, she slightly tugged at the waist band; placing her hand down your skirt and using two of her fingers to pull your panties to the side, making sure her fingers had easier entry.

With each passionate kiss, you could feel her inserting her fingers inside of you. They began pumping in and out at a slow and steady pace, her fingers brushing softly against every sweet spot you had with each curl of her fingers; making you slightly gasp against her lips.

Your hands pressed gently against her back, trying to get ahold of something to grab on.

She began picking up the pace, pulling her lips away from yours; now placing gentle kisses along your neck as you closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasure of her dominating you.

Your whines felt like music to her ears, the rhythm of your breathing matched up with hers as she took her time with you.

Her fingers then curled against your g-spot, making a knot form in your stomach as you cried out in pleasure.

“Miss Capri..” you whispered.

Hearing you say her name like that instantly had her, she was turned on even more by how you said her name.

You desperately needed her more.

The way her fingers worked inside you, it was like she was playing an instrument and you were the instrument she was playing.

You hid your face in the crook of her neck as she picked up the pace more, working her fingers faster and faster inside you; nails digging in her shoulder, fighting to hold onto something.

“Deep breaths, you’re doing so good sweetheart.” She praised, planting a kiss on your forehead.

The ladder to your climax proceeded to continue to build up more and more as her fingers traced against your spongy sweet spots, she was determined more than ever to help you arrive at your climax. She gazed over at you, looking at your facial expressions; she knew you were right there, ready to release yourself.

She moved her mouth close to your ear, now whispering in your ear.

“Go right ahead, darling.” She whispered as her fingers curled one last time against your g-spot, immediately causing you to release yourself from your climax.

Your warm juices covered her fingers, her pace began to slow down; two fingers became one, and one became none as she carefully removed them from your entrance. She pulled her hand out from your skirt, she looked around at the desk looking for something to clean her fingers off with and spotted a roll of paper towels to the left of you—ripping a piece of paper towel from the roll with her other hand, now using it to clean the mess you made on her fingers.

After cleaning her fingers off, she tossed the paper towel in the trash can next to her desk and glanced over at you. Your breathing was still scattered, trying its best to get back to normal as you took slow deep breaths.

She placed her hand underneath your chin and gave you a quick peck on the lips, you kissed her back. As you pulled your lips away from hers, you could see a gentle smirk on her lips. You instantly knew she was not done with you just yet.

“I’m not done with you yet, honey.” She commented.

You raised an eyebrow at her as her hands tugged at the hem of your skirt, pulling it down your legs along with your panties. She placed both your skirt and panties to the side where your blouse is at then got down on her knees, her head leveling where the bottom half of your body is.

She spread your legs opened wide and began planting kisses between your thighs, traveling closer to your core. Your body shivered with each kiss, and you looked down at her; instantly making eye contact with her as she glanced up at you. Next thing you felt was her tongue against your clit, gently licking it and moving her tongue in a clockwise motion; causing you to slightly throw your head back.

You placed your right hand on the top of her head, your fingers getting tangled up in her strawberry blonde hair as your left hand gently gripped on the edge of the desk for support. You pulled her head closer to your core as she continued to place gentle licks against your clit, making you want her even more all over again.

“Fuck,” you cursed underneath your breath.

The woman you always admired was eating you out right then and there, in her own classroom. It’s not what you had imagined, but you weren’t complaining; it felt like you were winning in life right in that moment.

You bit the bottom of your lip, trying to not be too loud just in case anyone was in the hallway to hear. Your whines remained constant and consistent, progressively getting a bit louder as her licks began to pick up the pace.

Your climax began to build up all over again, your breath shuddering with each move her tongue made. In a instant, you could feel yourself slipping away from what was happening; you began to see the stars as you felt her tongue putting more pressure into each lick, pushing you to the edge causing you to cry out her name with your release.

Within seconds, you couldn’t feel the pressure anymore. She moved her head up your body, planting kisses as she traveled back up to your face. You remained quiet, catching your breath as the two of you made eye contact with each other - not knowing what to say next.

She tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear with a smile on her face, “There we go, now I can have a better look at you.”

Your cheeks flushed immediately, you felt very flattered.

“Someone’s all flustered again, awh.” She giggled.

She placed a kiss on your cheek then grabbed your clothes and placed them on your lap.

“You should get dressed, we don’t want you looking like a hot mess when you go out to meet with the rest of the other students. Do we now?” She mentioned as she fixed her hair and her clothes, making sure she looked all tidy.

You quietly chuckled as you got up from the top of the desk and started getting dressed again, your legs were still slightly wobbly. You put your panties back on, then your skirt and started buttoning your blouse back up again. After you finished buttoning up your blouse, Miss Capri begins to tidy up your hair, making sure you look your absolute best.

“Until next time?” You asked curiously.

She paused.

“You should already know the answer to your question, dearest.” She answered.

You smiled.

“Now go before anyone realizes that you’re not there yet, I’ll put your cello back in your room for you.” She noted.

She brushed her hand against your cheek, leaning in and pressing her lips against yours—kissing you.

“I promise this is not a one time thing,”

“Come back here later tonight, please? We can discuss whatever this is.” She grabbed your hand, holding your hand—tracing her thumb against your hand.

You nodded, “Of course.”

She kisses you again and you kissed her back.

“Until tonight,” she said.

nsfw

isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: cunnilingus

summary: miss capri wakes her gf up by eating her pussy

author’s note: just wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s been reading my miss capri one-shots, i truly appreciate it 🤗 face reveal coming at 200 followers. also a special thanks to @misscaprisun for this idea 🤏🏻

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The daylight began seeping through the curtains of your dorm room, your chest resting on top of your lover’s, peacefully asleep still. Her nose nuzzling the top of your head, her arms wrapped around your body along with your arms wrapped around her body—each other’s skin pressed against on another after spending the night together.

The older woman fluttered her eyes opened, the daylight instantly hitting her face as she carefully sat up, yawning, still trying to cover herself up underneath the blanket. Her hazel eyes gazed over you, sleeping so peacefully, a smile curled on her lips as she tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. She took a quick glance around the room, clothes scattered everywhere across the room—a slight rip in the wallpaper from last night when you managed to somehow rip it off, trying to hold onto something as she fucked you relentlessly against the wall. Her cheeks flushed at every little detail, remembering everything that the two of you did last night with one another.

Her gaze fixed back towards you, she leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your check, hoping that would wake you up—but it didn’t. She sighed, feeling a bit lonely due to her being the only one who’s awake. She placed another kiss on your cheek, still nothing. Her lips curled into a soft smirk, a little idea came into view of her head.

She went back underneath the blanket, moving down your body until she’s reached between your legs. She carefully spread your legs opened a bit, trying her best to not wake you up just yet. Her head was now between your legs, placing gentle kisses on your inner thighs, taking her sweet time before she got closer to your core. You slightly shifted a bit, under the warmth of her lips, but it wasn’t enough to wake you up.

She then traced her tongue along your folds, savoring the taste on her tongue—humming peacefully as her tongue began exploring your pussy. The tip of her tongue drawing lazy circles along your clit, a quiet faint moan escaping from your lips underneath your slumber. With each lick, she applied more pressure on your clit, a gasp escaping from your mouth as your eyes began to slowly open.

Your hand dragged slowly along the pillow your head lie, grabbing the edge of the pillow for some support, tightening the grip as she continued to eat you out.

“Isadora, right there,” your voice sounding a bit raspy, still not fully aware of what was real or not. Your chest rising up and down faster than normal, your heart rate immediately increasing, eyes rolling back as her tongue hit all the right spots. The best thing about her was that she never rushes anything, she always takes her sweet time with every little thing that she does, even when it involves pleasing you.

A small knot began forming in your stomach, progressively increasing as she took her time exploring your pussy with her tongue—your whimpers and whines sounding like music to her ears, urging her to keep going, wanting to hear more of your pretty sex sounds. Your whimpers filling her ears, followed by begging for her to keep going and to not stop, whines following right behind as you approached your climax. Head feeling dizzy with each step closer to your release, your hips grinding against her face—matching her rhythm.

“Fuck!” You cried out in pleasure, your legs locking around your lover’s head as you came down hard. Your eyes squeezing shut as you threw your head back hard against the pillow. Juices began seeping from your entrance, your lover using her tongue to lick you clean.

As soon as you fluttered your eyes opened, you saw her coming out from underneath the blanket—licking her lips and her eyes fixed upon yours, right then and there, you realized it wasn’t a wet dream, it was real.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she whispered as she gently pressed the tip of her nose against yours, her hand cupping your cheek.

She then pressed her lips against yours, kissing you deeply—moaning against her lips.

“That was, something,” you breathed out as you pulled away from the kiss. Her thumb caressing your cheek as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“I just simply wanted to try to wake you up in a different way,” she said.

You raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on your lips.

“By sex?” You giggled.

Her face turned slightly red at your reply, instantly moving her face in the crook of your neck to hide her face from you. You placed a kiss on her head then traced your fingertips along her back.

“Interesting on how someone who’s bold enough to fuck me is hiding her own face from me,” you mentioned. She moved her face out of the crook of your neck, looking at you after hearing what you just said.

“Watch it,” she replied.

“That’s more like it..” you whispered.

Your lips met slowly with hers, like the both of you were waiting for the right moment. There was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet warmth of closeness. Each kiss lingered, soft and careful, as if it was both you and her learning the shape of each other’s mouths for the first time. Fingers brushed along a jawline, resting lightly, while the other hand curled gently at the back of a neck.

author's note: happy early valentine's day everyone! for everyone who are in a relationship, i hope your valentine's day is filled with lots of love and sex (WHO SAID THAT) anyways..for those who are single, i hope you all are having a great valentine's day as well if you're spending it alone or with friends (GET TURNTTTTT because that's what i will be doing!)

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isadora is secretly a romantic, she acts composed and reserved but when it comes to valentines day; it always gets to her just a little, but will never admit it out loud

isadora DEFINITELY prefers handwritten letters over gifts, she believes that words matter more than things. she’d write you a thoughtful, elegant note with the most perfect handwriting, with carefully chosen words in the note

isadora absolutely loves dark chocolates, red wine, and flowers (preferably roses or lilies). you CANNOT tell me otherwise, i will forever stand by the fact that she loves those things — but she does not like flashy novelty gifts, she will always find those very..tacky

isadora tends to pretend it’s just “another day” especially whenever she’s working, she remains professional and completely unfazed, but you’ll always catch her taking glances at you in class while she’s teaching followed by softer smiles

isadora notices small things you like weeks in advance and ends up incorporating them into her gift for you, like for example: a line of poetry you once mentioned, your favorite color, your favorite author, your favorite flowers, and your favorite sweet treats

isadora keeps cards, notes, or maybe even pressed flowers tucked away in a book of drawer and tends to revisit them whenever she’s alone in her apartment or alone in her classroom during planning while she’s thinking about you

isadora would ask you to stay a bit longer before heading to lunch, she’d try to steal a few kisses from you or maybe pepper your face with kisses real quick before dismissing you to lunch

isadora doesn’t really like public display affection, it makes her uncomfortable but in private she’s surprisingly affectionate, warm, and attentive (i personally feel like she does not like PDA, sorry not sorry..)

nsfw in undercut, minors do not interact (18+)

and your fics are amazing. truly an angel’s work

-🦥

✎ᝰ 𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘

nsfw

isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: face riding, cunnilingus, 18+ mdni

author’s note: hii!! oh my goodness, i can assure you that you’re not the only one who would definitely want miss capri to ride your face 😵‍💫 i mean just look at her, she WOULD sooo definitely ride your face if you asked her or would ask you to let her ride your face, she’s such a bottom but tends to always be dominant no matter what (but i’m telling you, this woman has a bottom side and just needs to learn how to embrace it) “your fics are amazing. truly an angel’s work” godddd i’m blushing, but thank you so much love! i’m so sorry if this is short 😞 my writer’s block is BADDDDD

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The older woman dragged you into her bedroom, the two of you stumbling towards the bed—drunk and in desperate need of each other, tongues fighting for dominance over the other but in the end, Isadora completely surrendered herself to you. Clothes flying everywhere in the bedroom until the two of you were bare naked standing at each other in front of the bed. Immediately you pulled her into another deep kiss, pushing her on the bed—her back hitting the mattress with an oomph sound, you climbed on top of her, never breaking the kiss. Your body pressed up between her legs, slowly rolling your hips against hers as your lips began to trail down to her jawline, followed by her neck.

She tilted her head up a bit more, giving you easier access to her neck as you pressed more kisses and gently bit down on her neck where you planted each kiss—marking her as yours, using your tongue to lick each mark left to soothe any pain.

“Baby,” She panted, you pulled away and looked down at her, her hazel eyes staring into yours with plead. Her chest rising and falling heavily as the two of you stared at each other in silence, then she spoke again.

“I want to ride your face,” she whispered, her cheeks turning flush and you stared down at her with your eyes widened. You were left speechless at the sudden words that came out of her mouth.

“Are you..sure?” You asked.

Before she could say anything, she suddenly flipped the two of you over—your back pressed against the mattress while she straddled on top of you. You could see the desperation in her eyes, she wanted to ride your face, she needed to. She began to move closer towards your face on top of you, carefully moving slowly to make sure she’s not hurting you. Her eyes gazed towards you, looking down at you below her.

A smirk tugged on the corners of your lips, the words “You can ride my face, doll..” finally escaping from your lips and before she can react, your hands flew to her hips—pulling her closer to you and sitting her core down on your face. A loud whine escaped from Isadora’s lips as you guided her to grind on your face while you’re eating her out, pressing her down harder on your mouth if she stopped moving for just one second.

Your tongue dragging along her folds as she continued to grind against your face helplessly, her cries of pleasure getting louder by each second. One of your hands left her hips, trailing up her body to her breast—squeezing her breast as your thumb rubbed against her nipple.

“Oh my god, sweetheart—” she whimpered, her entire body now trembling with release from above you as her knuckles turned white from holding onto the bed frame then suddenly, you curled your tongue against her and she fell into those waves of pleasure as her orgasm took complete control of her.

After soothing her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, you carefully guided her off from your face and sat up—your back pressed against the pillows with her juices glistening over your lips and your chin, while Isadora’s cheeks instantly turned into a rosy color, completely embarrassed about how much of a mess she left your face.

She grabbed a cloth from the nightstand, bringing it up to your face—carefully cleaning up the mess she made on your face, whispering how sorry she was for leaving such a huge mess all over your beautiful features on your face. You smiled softly as you sat there, allowing her to clean up the mess she made on you. You brushed your hand against her cheek, your thumb rubbing her cheek.

nsfw

isadora capri x fem!reader

warnings: blindfold sex, praising, fingering, bondage

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You sat quietly in your dorm room, going through your folder full of sheet music; annotating everything on every single page, writing little notes in areas you could work on in your free time when you had the chance to practice. It was just you, all by yourself.

You glanced over at the doorway, seeing a shadowy figure then you sat up.

“Who’s there?” You asked.

A woman with auburn curls showed more of herself, now leaning against the doorway.

“It’s just me,” she said in a soft spoken voice. You raised in eyebrow in curiosity after seeing it was Miss Capri. You took a sigh of relief after seeing her.

“Thank goodness, I thought it was Agnes spying on me again.” You replied.

She chuckled.

“Nope, just me.” She answered back as she stopped leaning against the doorway and walked into your dorm room. She approached your bed and sat down next to you, taking a quick glance over at the sheets of music that you had out.

“Is this what’s keeping you up so late?” She asked as she hovered her hand over the sheets of music, taking her sweet time looking at every single annotation you made.

“You know that you could’ve came by the music room and asked for my personal opinions, right?”

You turned your head and looked at her, but stayed silent.

“I know, but,” you sighed.

She turned her head, looked at you and moved her hand to your cheek, now cupping your cheek. “But, what?”

“Asking for my personal opinions is like expressing each note within the music, it’s just giving you advice for you to find a better way to express every single note in different ways, y’know.” She added then placed her thumb on the bottom of your lip, lightly tracing it.

“Unless that’s not the only thing that’s on your mind, sweetheart. So go on, tell me what’s been occupying that little mind of yours. I’m waiting,” she stated.

You made instant eye contact with her, starring into her hazel eyes, your cheeks flushed at the feeling of her thumb trailing your bottom lip. Your breathing started to become a bit heavy, your heart began to beat faster and faster.

“You,” you whispered.

She raised an eyebrow, “What was that? I can’t hear you.”

You took a deep breath, “I said, you.”

She tilted her head a bit, a smirk appearing on her lips then she proceed to lean in and kissed you softly as you felt her other hand on your waist. You kissed her back, but never pulled away; your lips remained connected with hers, unpolished and urgent. Breaths tangled between the two of you, hot and uneven; as mouths opened wider, chasing one another with a hungry rhythm. Fingers pressed into each other’s hair, along jawlines, tugging closer and closer still. The world blurred out—there was only the warmth of skin, the slick slide of lips, and the soft, desperate sounds spilling out between kisses. Messy, unrestrained, it was the kind that left the both of you dizzy, lips swollen, and hearts pounding.

She pulled her lips away from yours, moving her hands to the bottom of your shirt now lifting it up, revealing your bra and tossed your shirt to the side then pulled you onto her lap, your legs straddling her waist.

“Miss Capri,” you breathed out.

Your eyes starred into hers, she could tell in the look of your eyes you wanted more of her after she pulled her lips away from yours.

“Shhh, don’t worry,” she replied and pulled a blindfold out from her pocket.

“Close your eyes,” she said and you listened. You closed your eyes and she placed the blindfold over your eyes, tying it behind your head.

“Let me take care of you,” she cooed and crashed her lips against yours again. She moved one of her hands down your body, moving her hand into your pants as the make-out session continued. You could feel her fingers moving your panties to the side, followed by the tips of her fingers tracing small circles on your clit. Without any warning, she slid two of her fingers into your entrance and began pumping them in and out slowly, her fingers carefully curling against your sweet spot. You began bucking your hips against her fingers, moving your hips, trying to maintain the rhythm of her fingers.

You pulled your lips away from hers, placing your head on her right shoulder as you felt her fingers picking up the pace, still continuing to try to match your rhythm with hers.

“Isadora,” You quietly cried out in pleasure as you felt the tips of her fingers brushing your g-spot, leaving a shiver down your back, your breathing began to become shaky and heavier. You placed your right hand behind her head, tugging at her auburn curls, your fingers intertwined with each strand of her hair.

Your cries progressively became louder with each thrust of her fingers, your walls tightening around her fingers as you approached your climax. She pressed her thumb against your clit, placing circles as her two fingers continue to thrust inside you—making your head feel dizzy, urgent to have you release yourself on her fingers.

She gently lifted your face from your shoulder, pulling you into a deep kiss as she curled her fingers one last time against your g-spot, instantly making you come undone, moaning loudly against her lips as your juices coated her fingers. Two fingers became one, one became none.

You placed your head on her shoulder once again, trying to catch up with your breathing, but she wasn’t done with you just yet.

She pushed your back down against the bed, then went over to the nightstand that lied right next to your bed. She opened the drawer, looking for something she needed from your nightstand. After searching as quickly as she could, she came across two of your ties for your uniform and grabbed them from out of the drawer. A satisfied smile appeared on the woman’s lips once she closed the drawer shut, now taking a quick glance at you.

You weren’t sure what she was doing, the blindfold over your eyes made your sense of sight completely useless.

She then climbed on top of you, grabbing your left arm and pinning it against the headboard with the tie, tying your wrist to the left side of the headboard and proceeding to do the same on the right side—both wrists tied up, completely restrained.

She leaned forward, her face in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses all over your jawline then proceeded to move down to your neck; leaving lipstick stains behind as her kisses began to trail down your body. Once she got to your stomach, she pulled down your pants along with your panties, removing them from your body and placed them next to where your shirt was.

After removing both your pants and panties, she placed her hands on your knees and spread your legs open. She began placing kisses in between your thighs, inching closer to your core. You could feel her warm breath, instantly hitting your clit causing a shiver to go down your spine. The two same fingers that she had fucked you with circled your entrance, teasing you.

She inserted both fingers inside you, her tongue pressed down against your clit as she moved her fingers deeper inside you—causing you to squirm while she began placing gentle licks along your clit.

“Fuck,” you cursed underneath your breath, tossing your head back against the pillow, your mind wondering off in the pleasure of her fucking you relentlessly.

Her tongue pressed slightly harder with each lick, her licks moving at the same pace as her fingers with them curling at your g-spot, instantly having you cry out in pleasure louder—legs trembling. She knew you were already close without you even saying anything, your walls clenched around her fingers. You tried reaching your hands to the headboard, to have something to grab one but with your wrists restrained, you couldn’t.

Your breathing became heavy, your heart was racing as you were just about to have yourself come undone, her tongue no longer present.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” She whispered in your ear.

“Do you think you can hold on for just a tad bit longer, hm?” She asked.

You nodded.

A smirk appearing on her lips, satisfied with the head nod, knowing your response.

“Good girl,” she praised then pressed her lips against yours, all heat and hunger, lips sliding, teeth grazing, tongues tangling without rhythm. Every kiss is wet and greedy, breaths stolen in between, a blur of warmth, spit and want. Her other hand went in your bra, cupping your breast as her fingers continued to pluck at you like she’s playing an instrument. You pulled away from the kiss, walls clenching around her fingers more than ever, the knot in your stomach growing tighter as you tried to hold on.

“Please,” you pleaded, begging with each thrust of her fingers curling against your sweet spots to allow you to come undone.

Miss Capri placed her mouth near your ear.

“Go ahead,” she whispered, you didn’t hesitate to have yourself come undone right in front of her. Her fingers slowing down to help you with your high, more juices spilling out from your wet cunt, soaking her fingers.

She moved her hand from out of your bra and lifted the blindfold up over your forehead, revealing your eyes. She then removed her fingers from your entrance, bringing them up to her mouth, licking them clean—humming at the taste as she made eye contact with you.

After licking her fingers clean, she untied both of your wrists from the headboard then she lied down next to you on your bed. She pulled you a bit closer to her, a smile appearing on her lips and your lips. She tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, then placed her hand on your cheek, cupping your cheek as her other hand started rubbing your back.

“You’re too pretty,” she said.

Your eyes were in absolute awe, your breath still out of sync with hers, but there she was..giving you the best after care you could have ever asked for. She pulled you in for a kiss, her lips connecting with yours for just a moment then she pulled away for a second.

“How about I go run you a warm bath and then we can cuddle until the morning, hm? How does that sound?” She asked.

You smiled softly at the thought of her being so gentle with you, wanting to help you clean yourself off and take care of you.

“Sounds lovely,” you replied.

“But..”

“We could bathe together..” you suggested.

She smiled, nodding her head.

kinktober masterlist

nsfw

lily frankenstein x fem!reader

warnings: wax play, scissoring, fingering

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The bedroom filled up with each other’s desperate cries, whiney moans spilling from your lips as you pulled away from the kiss, the friction still remaining the same - each other’s sexes rubbing against one another, grinding against each other, the tension rising more between the two of you.

Lily grabbed your jaw with her hand, bringing your face back to hers - connecting her lips to yours once again, tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, her other hand cupped your breast, her digits toying with your nipple. You dragged one of your hands down her back, nails digging in her skin, leaving scratches on her back. The both of you still fighting for dominance between each other.

She pulled away from the kiss, reaching over to the night stand - reaching for the candle that had already been lit beforehand.

After grabbing the candle, her gazed fixed back upon yours, you were always opened to new things during sex with Lily but if you thought it was too extreme, you wouldn’t hesitate one bit to let her know that you were uncomfortable. Although she’s rough with you during sex, she still respected your boundaries and your values as a person. You placed your other hand along her jaw, your thumb caressing her bottom lip.

“Go ahead,” you said, letting her know that you were comfortable with her pouring hot candle wax on you.

Her eyes lit up, a smirk curled on her lips, before you could react - the blonde pushed your back down against the mattress, her knee pressed against your core, her lips began planting kisses along your jawline, moving them down to your neck. She pressed her knee harder against your core, a gasp escaping from your lips as you felt the hot candle wax being poured on your chest. It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, it gave you a burning sensation - made you feel completely more aroused and turned on.

You grabbed her by her face, dragging her face back up to meet yours again, pulling her in for a deep kiss - tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands moved down her body, admiring every inch of her, then you pushed her off now flipping her back against the mattress and you were on top of her. You grabbed the candle from her hand, a smirk of satisfaction appearing on your lips as you watch her squirm underneath you. You were now the one in complete control, not her.

You began pouring the wax onto her body, leaving trails of wax from her breasts to her stomach - as you moved down past her bellybutton, the trail continued until it’s reached its destination: her inner thighs.

She wasn’t terrified whatsoever, god, she just wanted you to fuck her right then and there, the way you took away her control over you - she found you even more attractive, but the one thing about Lily was that in the end; she will always find a way to win back her dominance.

The way her eyes remained on you, not taking her eyes off of you. You leaned over, bringing your mouth close to her ear.

“Guess who’s in control now,” you whispered.

She raised an eyebrow, then suddenly she pushed you off of her now pinning you back down against the bed.

“How could you be so sure about that, my love?” She says.

The candlelight flickered across Lily’s pale features, making her look almost otherworldly, half goddess, half storm. She pressed close, lips colliding with yours in a kiss that was anything but delicate. It was hungry, wet, and reckless - the kind of kiss that smudges the line between desire and destruction. Her hands tangled ruthlessly in your hair, pulling you deeper into her, as if she could consume you entirely.

Her breath was hot against your mouth as she broke away only long enough to laugh softly, a wicked glint in her eyes, before dragging you back in. Her kisses were messy, desperate, the taste of her lips intoxicating. She bit at your lower lip, then soothed it with her tongue, a clash of pain and tenderness that made your pulse race.

When you tried to catch your breath, she wouldn’t let you - pressing her mouth to your jaw, your throat, leaving trails of wet heat that felt more like a claim than an affection. Every movement, every sloppy kiss was fierce and unrestrained, as though Lily wanted you marked, wanted you undone, wanted you entirely hers.

One of her hands slid down, gripping you possessively, fingers pressing where you ached for her most. She teased with cruel patience, taking her sweet time until you bucked against her touch. She laughed softly - that dangerous, sultry laugh, before deepening the kiss again, biting at your lip hard enough to draw the faintest sting.

“Mine,” she whispered against your mouth, her thigh sliding between yours, grinding upward with deliberate pressure. Your hips betrayed you, rocking against her, searching for friction.

Lily smirked against their mouth, pulling back just far enough for her hot breath to ghost across your lips.

“So eager,” she murmured, before claiming your mouth again with another desperate, messy kiss. Her hand slid boldly down until she had access to what she wanted. Without hesitation, her fingers slipped between your thighs, parting them, finding the heat waiting for her.

She touched you without mercy - fingertips dragging through your wetness, circling, pressing, then dipping inside with sudden force. The cry that tore from your throat was swallowed by her kiss as she pumped her fingers deep, curling them just so. Her palm ground against your swollen clit with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through you until your legs trembled.

Lily kissed you sloppily the whole time: her tongue messy and demanding, her lips wet against yours, saliva trailing at the corners of each other’s mouths. She relished your gasps, your helpless moans, her pace only growing rougher as your body writhed beneath her.

When your climax built too quickly, Lily pulled back just enough to watch your face, her lips glistening, her grin dark and triumphant. She drove her fingers faster, harder, pressing them mercilessly against the wall as she pushed you to the edge. You cursed underneath your breath, slurring more profanity - your head feeling dizzy.

“Come for me,” she hissed, kissing you again - sloppy, devouring, relentless as your body gave way under her hand, shuddering violently while she kissed you through every pulse of release.

She pulled her fingers free slowly, deliberately, then lifted them to her lips, sucking them clean with a languid, obscene moan as she held their gaze. Her tongue curled around her knuckles as though savoring them, before she leaned in to kiss you again; forcing you to taste yourself on her mouth in another sloppy, wet tangle of tongues.

“You’re so beautiful when you break,” she whispered against their lips, voice low and almost cruel in its delight. Her hand slid back down, pressing between your thighs again, fingers circling their oversensitive flesh. You gasped, jerking, but she only laughed softly, pinning you harder to the bed with her body.

Her thigh pressed up again, grinding against you as her hand worked, relentless and greedy. She toyed with your clit, rubbing in messy circles, dragging more slickness out of you as you squirmed against her. The overstimulation burned, sharp and electric, yet pleasure coiled beneath it, unstoppable.

Lily’s kisses never lost their sloppiness: spit-slick and unrestrained, smearing across your chin and jaw as she licked and bit her way down your neck. She left red, wet marks along your throat, her hand never slowing. Your legs threatened to give out, but she held them there, commanding, merciless.

“You’ll give me another,” she breathed against your ear, her fingers plunging back inside with sudden force. She pumped harder, curling deep, her palm grinding against your clit until the wet sounds of your body filled the space between your ragged moans. Lily reveled in it, her grin wicked, her kisses hungry.

“Fuck!” You cried out.

Your second orgasm hit harder, tearing through you with a violent shudder as you cried out into her mouth. She swallowed the sound with another messy kiss, riding out every wave of your release with her fingers still buried deep, coaxing every last pulse. Only when you went limp against her did she ease her touch, but not her hold. She dragged her mouth back up to yours, kissing you once more with spit-slick, ravenous heat, her smile wicked against your trembling lips.

“We’re not finished,” she whispered, fingers still resting possessively between your thighs.