#nilou x reader

thinking about gf!nilou who always keeps one blossom for herself, tucking it into the drawer of her nightstand, while the rest find their place in your delicate hands.

thinking about gf!nilou who notices the first hint of fading before you do. it's iris hue softening at the edges of each petal, whispering that the closing melody will soon begin to play.

thinking about gf!nilou who smiles to herself, because it means she has an excuse to surprise you again tomorrow. after another long day at the zubayr theater, the thought of watching your smile blossom is enough to lull her to sleep.

thinking about gf!nilou who saves all of her grandeur for beneath the lights. when it comes to the woman she loves, every carefully tied ribbon, every last beshkan, and every delicate padisarah says everything her heart is too shy to.

nilou is a receiver. she’ll take whatever you’re willing to give her, even if it pushes her past her own limits. she isn’t often one to use a safe word even if she’s overstimulated, wanting you to do whatever you’d like to her until you’re the one sick of it.

very vocal about what she wants, and about how she feels regarding anything you’re doing to her. the only time she’ll ever tell you to stop is if she genuinely feel very uncomfortable, which is rare once you two get into a rhythm together.

“do you want me to slow down?” your voice is gentle. nilou isn’t surprised. the pace you set is fast as your fingers plunge into her pussy, sinking in and curling at just the right spots.

her back arches at the feeling, her lips parting as if to speak — but no words come out. her head is cloudy, legs trembling, but it’s something she chases after.

“nilou.” her name feels so distant. not that that’s a bad thing. she’s focused on chasing her high, craving it. “answer me.”

“..no.” she barely even registers the word before she’s continuing to speak, voice getting louder, needier, “please don’t stop. don’t slow down. please let me cum.” she’s begging, and she only half-realizes it.

“good girl.” the words ring in her ears. good girl. yeah. she thinks she is.

and before she knows it, she’s coming on your fingers, clenching down hard enough to ensure you can’t pull away, even if you wanted to. regardless, you don’t try to. your lips curl up into a small smile.