back in uniform? *࿐
NYLA HARPER X MONICA STEVENS (🧡)
— requested by @getyoursorryasstomine
tw: nyla harper, monica stevens, top!nyla(?), bottom!monica, harvens/harevens, married, lesbian sex, smut, sexual content, kissing, tongue fighting, marking, oral, fingering, thigh riding, hair tugging/pulling, possibly sex toys (?) and non proof read
— season 7 : episode 2
= (non requested but plot makes sense ..)
📝: hi gotta close my request soon so get them ALL in before the second week of august starts because i will be camping once more hehe.. OKAY ENJOY!
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summary: Nyla and Angela were both back in uniform to fill a temporary staff-shortage at Mid-Wilshire, both women crash into their partners, Wesley and Monica, with Nyla and Monica standing there, something happened back at home.
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“It’s the only way to prove a TO doesn’t have to play mind games in order to train a good rookie.” Lucy points out, “It’s not enough to win.”
“I have to crush Tim in this competition.”
“Wait, so the contest is just about TO styles?” Celina asks while tying her shoe, she turns to question Lucy.
“I mean, what else would it be about?” Lucy questions back before Celina quickly mutters,
“Uh, Nothing—“
Nyla and Angela walk in the women’s change room, overhearing Celina and Lucy talking about Lucy’s breakup..
“She thinks it’s about the breakup,” Nyla points at Celina while’s looking at Lucy, her other hand resting apon the blue locker,
“And she’s not alone.”
Angela takes a quick glance at Celina before looking back at Lucy, “I am so over the breakup. We had a friendly—“ Nyla nods and Angela eyes wander, “professional competition long before we dated, and this is just that.” Lucy just brushes off the three women off before Celina asks,
“So back in uniform, how does it feel?”
“Itchy. I am already sweating.” Nyla stand back upright before her eyes dart towards Celina, staring at her, “But we are rooting for you today, Juarez.” Nyla uses both of her hands to point at Celina.
“Patrol really cannot afford to lose another body right now.” Nyla walks in front Angela, her eyes still on Celina before both women walk out of the change room.
— Wesley and Monica walk together. Monica’s heels click the ground while Wesley gently tap the floor, before Wesley brings up the masked-vigilante.
“Jack is obsessed with this masked-vigilante.” He sighs before continuing, “Whoever he is, he isn’t making my job any easier.”
“Citizen’s arrest is perfectly legal— but false imprisonment isn’t.” Monica chuckles and both continue to walk, “at least he isn’t hurting anyone—“ Grey cuts Monica off, “Yet.”
Monica hums, both Wesley and her standing still in front of Wade. “I hope you don’t mind, but the captain wants me to sit in on this morning’s proceedings.”
“Not at all,” Monica smiles while Wade walks up, “See you both up there.” Wade says before both Wesley’s and Monica’s wives walk towards them.
“Wow, look at you.” Wesley’s eyes light up at Angela, he smirks looking up and down at his wife. “It reminds me of the first day we met.”
“I hate it.” Angela smiles at Wesley, “I forgot how much these pants flatten out my ass.”
“Well, it still looks pretty good to me.”
“Pretty good?” Angela tilts her hand to the side, eye-ing down Wesley. “Uh— I move to have my previous comment stricken from the record.”
Nyla glances at Monica, before Monica lets out a comment. “Plan on arresting me?”
Nyla smirks before gently punching Monica’s arm, “Don’t tease me.” Monica rubs her arm gently before her blue eyes scan her wife. Her thoughts fill with lust and how turn on she clearly was at the moment.
Monica leans in and whispers, “you know how bad ive been.” her voice deep before Nyla just chuckles, whispering back. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
Monica pulls back before Wesley waves Angela bye, Monica looks at Nyla before she blows a kiss, and Nyla just softly chuckles, her smile visible before both she and Angela walk away.
—- After work Monica was in the bedroom deciding whether to wear her two piece dark red lingerie or throw on the baby pink silk robe and just wear nothing underneath.
She decided on her robe, and her hair in a loose bun with some strands of hair out, her face slightly covered in makeup from this morning. Whatever Nyla had in that uniform, clearly turned Monica on.
All she could think about was Nyla cuffing her against the bedframe along with the many toys they used before getting married.
Monica opens the wooden shelf’s drawer. The bright pink— at least 9 inch dildo sitting there, probably used because of how horny both women were for each other. The red rose toy not to far from the pink toy, along with the black strap-on farther in the drawer.
She slams it shut before hearing the front door close, “im home!” Nyla’s voice fills the living room, which echoes to the bedroom.
Monica runs over to the bedroom door and opens the door, watching Nyla remove her shoes before putting the car keys on the key rack.
She was out of the uniform, but Monica wasn’t turned off. She could see Nyla was slightly sweating — hell it even turned Monica on much more.
Monica leans against the doorframe, “I’ve been waiting,” she sighs before approaching her wife, “I’ve been waiting for so long, I need you bad.” Her arms slither around Nyla’s waist.
Nyla chuckled before her eyes shift up and down, “I can tell, you’re in this baby pink robe. Nothing underneath right?” She questioned before Monica nods.
Nyla smirks before gently tugging on the slik sash, Monica grabs her wrist before whispering, “Nuh uh, bedroom first.” She pulls Nyla into the bedroom before gently kicking the door closed behind them.
Monica grabs Nyla’s shirt before kissing her roughly, pulling her down onto the bed. Her hands roam around the other woman’s body. Moans and gentle whimpers fill the room, especially Nyla’s.
Monica then forces her tongue, wrapping her tongue around the brunettes. Nyla could only growl before her hands grip against Monica’s waist with such tenderness.
Monica could feel a pool heating up inside of her, her body on top of Nyla. She was left no choice bur to only grind against Nyla’s thigh, her wetness slightly damping Nyla’s black jeans.
Nyla lifts her hand to Monica’s hair, gently ripping out the messy bun to her waves down resting apon her back. Nyla pulls back gently, a breathy laugh.
“Careful, I can feel you through my pants.” She looks up at Monica, her eyes filcking up with such excitement, rubbing her fingers against the soft fabric, separating her hands from the copper’s body.
“Please, take it—“ Monica pants,
“Take it all off, you’re— clothes, all of it.”
Her voice wavers and whimpers, she was clearly needing more then a quick make out session. Her eyes faced down, roaming around Nyla’s body.
Monica gently tugs on her shirt before removing Nyla’s black top. Revealing the wine-red bra underneath, she lets out a moan, softly moving her hands to uncilp Nyla’s bra.
It falls onto her lap before she reaches down, capturing her harden nipple against her lipstick-stained lips. Slightly leaving a kiss mark on Nyla’s tit.
“Oh fuck…” Nyla moans, her head leaning back. Monica uses her free hand to hold onto the other breast, rubbing the nipple against her pointer and middle finger, moving it side to side. Making the nipple much harder then it ever was.
Monica looks up and locks her eyes onto her wife, not daring to loose whatever she was feeling for Nyla, focusing on Nyla and only her.
Nyla on the other hand, her pupils filled her eyes, almost covering the dark brown. Her eyelids slightly heavy, her chest panting still feeling Monica’s mouth and fingers playing with her nipples.
“Stop teasing me— please.” Nyla begs, her eyes scan Monica who was still in the baby pink robe. Monica pulls back and watches Nyla use her hand, untying the silk sash.
The robe slithered down off of Monica, revealing her nude body. Nyla’s gaze dropped from her eyes to her naked body, lets out a low moan before her eyes lock onto Monica’s blue eyes.
She quickly leans into Monica, kissing her. Nyla couldn’t wait for anything, not when her wife was this sexy. Their kiss deepens more and more, it was taking their breath away.
Nyla slowly placed Monica the bed, her back on the soft mattress. Once Nyla pulled away, Monica took her hand to Nyla’s pants. Yanking the belt off and unzipping her black jeans.
Both women were naked now, and before long Nyla takes the handcuffs from her bag.
“Shit— you weren’t playing were you?..” Monica whimpers,
“Why would I play honey?” Nyla’s lips curl into a smirk before she walks to the headboard, taking Monica’s hand and locking her to the board.
Now Monica’s hand was wrapped around the bed, with only one free hand. Nyla’s crawls on top of Monica, sitting on her lap before leaning down, her lips suck on Monica’s neck. Leading Monica’s back to arch slightly, moving towards Nyla’s baby soft lips.
“Don’t think I forgot,” Nyla whispers apon her neck,
“You’ve been such a bad girl..”
Monica moans before Nyla slides down, leaving a slight kiss when she slithers down. Once Nyla was now in between Monica’s legs, she didn’t waste any time, capturing her clit into her mouth.
Monica moans loudly, filling the bedroom with her needy moan. Her back archs even more and she uses her free hand to rest on Nyla’s head.
Nyla’s tongue, running up and down on Monica’s slick folds before sliding right in, getting a taste of her walls and her sweet cream. She takes her tongue out before wraping her tongue once more around Monica’s clit.
Monica felt her clit throbbing, she was close and she couldn’t get a single word out of her whimpering and moany mouth, but she gently pats Nyla’s head.
“Close?” Nyla’s voice vibrates against her clit, and she nods. “Hold it.” She demands.
Monica just whimpers, Nyla lifts her gaze to Monica’s face. Monica then starts to grind her pussy against Nyla’s face, “please, oh please Nyla..“ Monica whimpers, her hand fisting Nyla’s hair in her hand. Nyla pats Monica thigh, before Monica arches her back and releases her cum all over Nyla’s face.
Nyla pulls back, using her hand to wipe off the cum and lick it off her fingers. Monica watches her do so, turning her on once more and getting wetter at the moment.
“You can flip over, yeah?” Nyla questioned before watching Monica go onto her fours, her cuffed hand holding onto the bed frame. Nyla locks onto Monica’s bubble ass before she opens the drawer filled with toys.
“Should I tease you or—“
“Don’t! Please..” Monica moans, “please..”
Nyla grabs the strap and wraps it around her waist, tightening it tightly. She grabs onto Monica’s hips before gently slapping her ass. She slides the tip inside of Monica, she’s extremely wet which almost makes the whole strap go inside. She grabs onto Monica’s hips before sliding the strap all the way in.
Monica groans and leans her body towards Nyla, feeling her lover’s cock inside of her. “mhm, don’t stop ..” Monica voice wavers before Nyla slightly speeds up, making her breasts bounce for Nyla.
Nyla pulls out, causing Monica to slightly pout. She sighs before speeding up much faster, the sound of wet slapping fills the room, along with the moans of both women.
Monica grinds against Nyla, shoving Nyla’s cock deeper inside. Her back arches towards Nyla, her chest resting apon the pillows, her moans were loud, a possible chance of their neighbours hearing her moans. It was clear that Nyla was hitting all the right spots, her inside were on fire, and honestly? She wouldn’t want Nyla to stop at all.
Nyla pats Monica’s ass, “Close darling?” Nyla whispers. “Yes— can I come?” Monica mutters before Nyla’s smiles and nods, “of course you can baby..”
And not long, Monica comes. Her whole body sizes up, a desperate cry ripping from her throat. Her breath heavy, she lays on the bed, tired and exhausted..
Nyla uncuffes her hand before Monica quickly flips her over, her back resting on the bed. She removes the strap-on and throw it off the bed, Monica leans in closer to Nyla’s thick lips and licks her clit, her eyes focused on Nyla’s face.
Her tongus runs laps around Nyla’s clit, her breath vibrating against. Nyla grinds against Monica’s face, every flick of the tongue has Nyla moaning, her hand knotted in the copper’s hair.
Monica sucks were rhythmic, and yet she flattens her tongue to capture more of Nyla’s juice. Nyla’s leg shake slightly, her hips buckling against Monica’s face.
A few seconds in, and Nyla came. Her cream on Monica’s tongue. She chuckles before leans back in to kiss Nyla, feeling herself on Monica’s lips. Monica’s hand was resting apon Nyla’s lips,
“You know how good you taste..?” Monica mouth’s against Nyla’s.
“Tell me, how good?”
“So, so fucking good.”
Nyla laughs before her arms wrap around Monica’s neck, holding her close. “Good!” She lets out before Monica rest her body apon Nyla’s chest.
“Can we do this again tomorrow?—“
“Hey.. you need rest, your legs are shaking like crazy.” Nyla rubs Monica’s head before watching her wife dozes off for the night..
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