REPOST BLOG SLOP 😛

You feel Hange freeze, their hands coming to a still. They sigh, giving in to your needs. “Alright, fine. You have to help me conduct a quick experiment, though.”

Pulling away from Hange, you nod enthusiastically, a grin spreading across your face. “Deal! What do you need help with?”

Hange chuckles, turning to face you. “I’m going to be studying you for the time being, dear.”

You raise a brow, but your confusion wasn’t genuine. There had been plenty of times where Hange had said they wanted to study you; that resulted in them trying different sex positions and recording your reactions in their notes.

“Take off your pants for me, sweetie.” Hange takes a step back, eyes sparking with a dangerous glint.

Moving swiftly, you take off your boots, pulling your pants down and stepping out of them. Hange's eyes are laser-focused on your underwear, mind already imagining the treat that was waiting for them underneath.

Hange sinks down to the floor in front of you, two fingers tugging at the waistband of your underwear. Hange hooks the garment down, eyes following as it drops around your ankles.

"You tend to cum pretty quick just from me eating you out." Hange murmurs, picking up their hand and pressing their thumb against your clit. "Let's see how long it takes with double the stimulation."

You wondered what Hange meant by that, but your confusion was quickly cleared. Hange was on your pussy no less than three seconds later, tongue diving into your hole.

Gasping, you reach to your right, one hand grabbing onto Hange's desk to steady yourself. Hange moaned into your pussy, practically making out with your folds while their thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles on your clit.

"S-stop that..." you grit your teeth, free hand moving up to tug on Hange's messy hair. You swear you felt them smile against your cunt before speeding up the movements of their thumb, overwhelming you with their tongue and fingers.

Hange knew you were just a little bit too easy when it came to them; one suggestive move and your undergarments were soaked while you whined for them to eat you out.

"Hange!" You cry, hips jerking forwards, pressing your cunt deeper into their mouth. "Hange... 's too much..."

Hange pressed their thumb harder onto your clit, circles slowing down to drag out the feeling. Their tongue was still busy at work on your pussy, tastebuds tingling with the flavor of your arousal.

Closing your eyes, you clench around Hange's tongue. The situation you were in was almost embarrassing - it had only been a few minutes since Hange started, and you were already on the brink of climax.

Sudden vibrations shoot up your cunt and into your lower belly when Hange mumbles something into your pussy. Maybe they were telling you to cum, or maybe they were making fun of you. It didn't matter either way.

Gripping the desk so hard your knuckles turn white, you spill into Hange's mouth, moaning loudly as you did so. Hange walks you through it, tongue not stopping until they had lapped up every last drop of your sweet cum. They stand up with a proud smirk.

"I'd say that was just under four minutes. Guess we know what happens when I use my fingers and my tongue." Hange's smirk is wider now, and they look undoubtedly proud of themself.

"Shut up, Hange." You mutter, redressing yourself. The wetness against your dry clothes is certainly uncomfortable.

"Perhaps we could try another experiment tomorrow?" Part of you wanted to say no to Hange's request, to wipe that smirk off their face, but they were finally distracted from their work.

"Only if you come to bed right now." You counter, reaching out and grabbing Hange's hand. They take a moment to think, before nodding.

"That's fine with me, dear. As long as I'm with you."

The ringing of the phone disturbs the soft patter of the rain, drips rocketing down the crusted window beside where you sit. Your body jolts slightly, head turning at the source of the blare that came from the far right rather than your own space. It continues to ring after the usual pause, only to follow up with another loud thud as papers slide into your personalized cubicle.

Pushing against the floor with a light force, you roll back on the chair to check past the sectioned wall and to the opening of the walkway. To no surprise, you’re met with a klutz already on the carpet clawing for the unstapled paperwork.

“S-Sorry,” Grace mutters, momentarily looking up at you through pulled eyebrows while still attempting to pick up the thin material by the edges so tediously. She sheepishly ducks back down.

“Just–leave it, it’s okay. You should pick up the phone.” Your voice comes out gentle, easing the pressure on her shoulders as she grunts standing up. You gaze back down to the mess that lies around you after she frantically paces back to her work phone. Approximating that over a foot of paper was knocked over, a heavy exhale leaves you as you bend down to contribute to the small stack she already made.

To be clear, you don’t really mind. It’s hard to recall the last time Grace even made anyone upset the way she’d always prioritize finishing her analytical work. It makes things easier for everyone else—especially you when you’re using her abnormally organized data. Well, except for now since it’s all splayed everywhere.

Quickly, you pick up each one before yourself, the restacked pile landing back on her desk with a heavy drop. You dust off your slacks, looking over at her as she does with you. A grateful and tight smile is given as she nods singularly, not speaking directly as she tries to intently listen to the other side of the line.

“Yeah, okay. Sounds good,” she finishes up with the caller, head tilted so slightly toward the stringed device in her hand. The phone soon clicks back to its original position, signaling your chance to talk.

“You seriously need to staple these straight out of the printer next time,” you say with no real trace of annoyance, patting down on top the thick stack.

“I–I know, sorry,” Grace murmurs with a frown and little shake. She adjusts her glasses up the bridge of her nose, almost like a nervous tic. “I’ve been all over the place lately.”

Interest piqued, you think of the past week, noting her words to be relevant with how she’s been acting. The last time you both were able to have a meaningful conversation was then. Now it just consists of sly glances, short responses—subtle touches. As much as you’d hate to admit it, you can’t help the feeling of agitation scorching from her avoidance. Like a tug and pull, your “casual” relationship lasted as such by both ends struggling to find an even edge. One too uncommunicative and the other too flurried with the idea of pushing it.

A small hum leaves your closed lips, head turning away along your body as you make way back to your cushioned seat. “Yeah, I’ve… sorta noticed.”

At the hesitation of your words, she trails you. Her hands awkwardly clasp together in an anxious manner. “Is–Is it that bad?”

Your eyebrow peeks upward. “Well, I don’t know,” you shrug, spinning toward the cluttered desk. “You’re always clumsy.”

The fond undertone comes unnoticed by Grace. Crinkles form more prominently on her forehead, surely to become permanent by the way worry warps her expressions. There’s a long stretch after your reply. She watches you silently whilst your focus shifts on the large screen in front of you, clearly lost in the rummage of her mind with the sound of your typing blurred in the background. Though, you hear her break with a slight tremble.

“We’re… still okay, right?”

Your fingers freeze hovering above the keyboard, eyes lazily returning to her cowered posture. “What are you talking about?”

She takes the bite from your amused scoff. Embarrassment flashes on her flushed face even visible in the dimly lit room. “Cause we–you know, haven’t… done anything lately,” she mumbles, barely audible as her suggestive words fall flat. “I–I mean, I don't want to over step anything. I just wanted to know.”

You watch her stare at her fidgeting hands before catching sight of a hazel glint flicker back up. She looks at you like a split image of a fuzzed animal–cruelly making your body churn with guilt and adoration. With a lighter tone, you settle back and nod. “Yeah, we’re fine. You’re not pushing anything.” You pause with a low sigh, repositioning towards the computer again. “I guess we’ve both been busy. That’s all.”

She shifts on one leg to another, her hand coming up to grasp the side of the cubicle barrier. Her fingers lightly tap on it. Losing your attention, Grace silently huffs as she quickly scans the empty office. But without hearing much but the sounds of your own thoughts combined with the steady typing, you miss her footsteps inching closer before there’s a sudden familiar warmth surrounding you.

“I miss you,” she meekly whines into the crook of your neck, just above where her arms are hooked around loosely. The heat of her breath hits the colder plane of your skin where small bumps rise. You peer down to where the scent of her shampoo lands, easing the tension of your upper torso. “I don’t like waiting like this.”

Truthfully, you were surprised by the abrupt action, knowing her usual character. Hell, maybe you’re on the same track as her by the consistent irritation and agitation that has been feeding into your head lately. But you can’t admit that. “Grace,” you start by gently grasping her forearm, lacing a starting lecture.

“I know, we’re still at work,” she cuts you off before taking a deep breath. “But I can’t handle it. You’re all I’ve been like—thinking about.”

You feel her lips lightly glide against you through every whispered word, heat tipping at the edge of your ear on the side she begins to lightly peck. It’s hard to refuse—nonetheless speak when she progressively kisses up the side of your neck. And your resolve really seals from her murmured plea.

“Please? I’ll do whatever you want, just tell me.”

Leaning your head down to see her clearly, Grace follows by parting from you, far enough to throw at you a convincing tear-eyed glance. You swallow. Normally you’d give it more than a second thought, but how could you say no to that?

You reach up with your other hand to cup her cheek, gesturing by a light pull to capture her lips. She lets out a small squeak, surprised by the wordless answer, yet she reciprocates as her arm unhooks to hold your jaw upward. It becomes slack at the feeling of her eagerly tracing your bottom lip with her tongue. Permission granted, she takes the opportunity to push gently in, her body following the fluid movement as a disheveled groan passes into your mouth. You barely register the sudden groping of your chest until her free hand sneaks under the airy button up you wore. She continues to breathe into you, like a pant every time you lean up to her touch.

The moment lasts shortly until you then languidly grab ahold of her wrist to pry her off, only to be met with a pathetic whine. “Shh,” you hush against her moistened lips. “Get under the desk.”

Immediately, she complies, getting down on her knees where she crawls underneath the crowded table. She does so hastily, excitement and anticipation thrumming throughout her clouded mind. So much so she doesn’t realize she almost smacks the top of her head until she feels a cushioned landing by your awaiting hand blocking the hard wood as if it was a common occurrence. You tsk in amusement again, smiling down at her as she positions herself a bit more carefully.

“Sorry…” she mumbles, hardly hiding her embarrassment as she looks away and down your body in front of where she kneels instead.

“Impatient?” you question with a subtle mock, still keeping a slivered grin.

“Y-Yeah,” Grace retorts with another whiny complaint. “I want to make you feel good.”

You merely wait for her to look back up at you. Once she does, you continue to tease her in spite of her adorably furrowed brows. “Hm, I actually think you should wait a little longer.”

She lets out another pitched sound of disapproval, begging through her lens. “Please, I’ll be good–I promise.” Both hands settle on your knees to gesture at you to take your slacks off, her fingers faintly tugging at the material.

In a stretched response, you lift up enough for her to pull them down, noting the way she gleams at the notion. She works them off in a swift act, close to pulling the waistband of your underwear just beneath it until you mildly scold. “Mm mm, wait.”

The gulp she takes is evident as the bulb runs down her throat. She listens without another word, only focusing on letting at least some part you be exposed to her. Your pants are discarded by her side, lacking the attention she was already giving to the thin cotton that separated her from where her mouth watered at the thought of. Grace leans in to delicately press a kiss against it, the wetness that already seeped just barely coating her lips. She’ll take whatever she can get.

A soft whimper from her waves into you as she then grasps around your thighs to keep them comfortably parted. Her mouth moves with a feeble condition, gentle pecks here and there or small stride of her tongue along the cloth. You keep yourself quiet with your lip tucked in to stifle any noises threatening to come out. Just the sight and her sounds was enough to make you undone if she kept it up.

“Fuck, okay,” you sigh, nudging her head back.

She takes the reprimand, breathing heavily as she watches you take your underwear off yourself. She only pays mind to the heaven sent view, a weak moan leaving her again at just purely seeing you bare like this. All hers–at least for now.

“Can–Can I?”

You nod with a whispered “yes”, already moving your hand down to her hair in a tender stroke. This time she doesn’t go straight to your center, yearning for any praise as she tries to appease you by starting off slow. Her hand on one side of your thigh rubs fondly, keeping her needs satisfied as her mind wanders off.

As Grace absentmindedly peppers at your inner thighs, creeping closer to your pussy with every movement, she stops just as she’s about to reach you by the tug at her scalp. She lets out a mewl before woundedly staring up at you above the frame of her glasses.

“Keep looking up at me,” you order lightly, keeping your fingers tangled in her blonde strands but lessening the grip. At the soft glare, you suck slightly on your inner cheek and maintain the distant contact as you mutter. “Mhm, and stick your tongue out.”

You watch intently as the redness of her face profuses at the humiliating request, her lips trembling before hesitantly parting. Her tongue lolls out slowly, eyes wide like a puppy. And when you feel her breath quickly fan against your sensitive center, it only crumples your resistance. Fuck, you’re more impatient than you thought.

Without giving another moment to process, you ease her forward by the gripped locks. She comes into contact with a loud moan. Already, she starts licking between your folds, swallowing down any taste of you she gathers so eagerly. But she’s sure to keep her pathetic state clear by her shaky murmurs. “I just–I just want to take care of you… you’re so perfect.”

You quietly take what Grace gives you, running your fingers through her hair sweetly. She melts under your touch, still keeping her eyes on yours as she gets increasingly starved. Her breaths are more persistent, the lower half of her face buried in between your thighs to the point of her glasses fogging up. She only cares about pushing her tongue into your leaking hole, going as far as she could to reach that one spot that makes you clench around her. Still, you take the round frames off in endearment, setting it above on the table before reaching down again to fix the strands that fell forth. You move them behind her ear the way she usually does. She doesn’t stop her movements at all as you do so, just looking up at you as if she felt high—high off of every part of you.

Grace skillfully builds up the momentum like most of your hook ups. It’s honestly ridiculous how easily turned on you get because of her, considering her lack of experience before meeting you. Yet, she’s here knowingly lapping and sucking at every sensitive spot that makes you come undone like a switch.

“You’re doing so good,” you mutter, another moan following as she doubles her effort from the simple praise.

This goes on for a few more minutes, Grace never faltering as the hold around your thighs become impermeable. She basks in your scent, warmth, sounds—all and everything as if she needed to memorize it before she’s backed into a corner again, left sober as you avoid her. Too lost in you, she doesn’t even hear the heavy footsteps coming closer to the room. Not until the loud knock came.

You feel Grace jump below the table, her mouth close to leaving you before you firmly push her head back forward. She muffles another whimper into you.

“Hey, is Ashcroft here?”

You see Dempsy peek past the door after opening it ajar, glancing around for a blonde four eyed. He holds a folder of documents as his line of sight only finds you perked up above the cubicle divider.

“N–No she–um left a little earlier,” you stutter out, breathily looking down at her resuming with small laps against you after such little time of thinking of the consequences.

“The workaholic?” he probes with a huffed laugh. “Doesn’t she always work overtime?”

Grace shifts into her previous motion, her lips enclosing around your clit again as your grip tightens painfully in retribution to holding yourself composed. “Y-Yeah, I don't know. She just needed to go—an emergency,” you emphasize, flickering back up to him, internally groaning at his timing.

“Okay, well I’ll be in my office to lock up soon. Let me know if you need anything.” He gives up after a second scan, leaving with the shut door echoing and a trapped gasp escaping past your lips.

“Grace,” the breathless moan underlines your impending high.

She responds with a mirroring sound, looking up at you again as she only stops to beg with a whiny tone. “Please cum—please I need it,” she continues to pant against you through each desperate suck. “Need you to use me.”

Your hips already begin subconsciously moving upward, grinding against her mouth as she stays in place. It doesn’t take much out of you to feel that familiar sensation in your lower tummy, the coil unraveling and provoking your thighs to clench around Grace’s head that you still hold. Finally, you’re under a trance by the overwhelming orgasm after what felt so long without her.

The opposing whimpers are almost as loud as yours, like this is all she needs to get off. Both of you quiet down with sounds fading. With a blurry image in your eyes, you feel Grace kitten lick the rest of the wetness you leave before pulling away and trailing with a string of saliva. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, clearing the clouded sight to peer back down at Grace as she patiently waits for you to settle.

You’re met with her chin covered in a slick layer of spit and—well, you. You reach down to wipe it off, the corners of her mouth itching upward as she stays statuesque for you.

“Are you okay?” The feeble question was like any other, her priority always based on your state.

“Yeah, more than okay,” you speak softly. The chair rolls back enough for her to get up from the floor. She braces herself by pushing up by the armrests, legs trembling after uncomfortably sitting kneeled. Once up, she moves to bend and kiss you chastely, the taste of yourself well evident on her lips. As much as you enjoy being with Grace under sexual terms, there was always another feeling that clawed your chest. Like now. But you’ll have all the time with her to figure it out.

You pull back slightly to murmur. “You’re not doing anything later tonight, right?” She shakes her head, some vigor to it. “Good, I want us to make up for this last week.”

“Really?”

Grace looks at you with a certain eagerness—somehow more than other times—with a highlight in her dilated pupils. She couldn’t be any more like a dog if she just had a wagging tail.

It was a cold, rainy day in Wrenwood, it was foggy outside, with the trees swaying with the rapid wind making creepy noises through the window.

You and Grace had the day off and used the weather as an excuse to have yet another cozy date at home.

It was a common occurrance for both of you to just enjoy your time together all cuddled up on the couch with snacks and hot beverages, all the pillows and blankets in a comfy mess.

On days like this the two of you would usually watch something together, try a new hobby, try new recipes, you name it, but today Grace was really focused on a new videogame she got recently.

The story had something to do with puzzles, a team that got lost on a mission, weird creatures, it's not that you hated it, but sometimes it got waaay too scary, it would be a nice mansion exploring game if its residents weren’t so evil, ya know?

That didn't seem to faze Grace one bit though, she always said that after you took care of the enemies the game got a pretty relaxing ambience, but as much as she liked the game, Grace was getting a bit infuriated with it as she had been stuck in the same puzzle for a day now.

"Baby i swear i can see all the little gears turning inside your head." you said sitting back on the couch after making hot chocolate for the both of you and setting them on the small center table in front of you, "If you keep trying to solve this without any other clues i might start to see smoke coming out of your head.", you snuggled closer to her side, resting your head on her shoulder.

“I-I know love, I'm really sorry." Even after all this time dating you, it was cute how she still got flustered and a little nervous with every bit of physical contact you had "I'm sure I'm close to solving it, I just need a few more minutes." it was probably the what? Fifth time she said that today? "Why don't you just like...search it online?" At your suggestion, she turned to you with an almost offended look "What would be the fun in that? No, no, I will get it right without help, I'm telling you I almost got it right.", at that, she stared at the TV again, starting over the puzzle.

You leaned back into the couch, watching her try to solve it again, until an idea came into your mind.

You got up and adjusted yourself behind Grace, pulling your girlfriend to lie with her back to your chest and embraced her from behind, "W-what are you d-doing?" Her brain seemed to short-circuit for a bit as she leaned to look at you, "Nothing baby, just want to be close to my beautiful girlfriend." You answered with the most innocent voice you could muster before giving her a kiss on the cheek "Just keep playing love, i'm watching.", and with an approving hum, she got back to the game.

You started slow, hands caressing her ribs above her pajamas, nose nuzzling her neck, feeling her soft and slightly sweet scent while you felt her getting goosebumps, you could see the effect on her but she was adamant on finishing the puzzle, using every inch of control she had to concentrate, but you knew that would not last long.

Your hand slowly crept under her shirt to cup one of her breasts while the other toyed with the waistband of her pants, your mouth never leaving her neck, "Ah- baby, I-I..." Grace tried, but could not form a full sentence to save her life, "What honey?" You feign innocence again "I'm just showing how much I love my beautiful girlfriend." You answered with a smile and yet another kiss to her neck.

With cheeks even more flustered and a line of sweat starting to form on her forehead, Grace turned back to the game and tried to focus again, moving each piece slower than before, tiny and desperate breaths leaving her mouth.

When you noticed her seemingly focused again, you deepened your hand into her panties, finally feeling the heat that pooled from your girlfriend and smearing all over your fingers as you started to rub her clit "Mmm b-baby..." It was cute how Grace reacted, she was really trying, her hands turning white from gripping the controller so hard, her glasses getting foggy from the sweat, her eyes half lidded, trying so hard to look at the TV in front of her, her shy but delicious moans that she tried to hide out of embarrassment, you loved her so much but could not deny how pathetic she looked, completely at your mercy.

Her body reacted to each motion you did on her clit, hips bucking, trying to get as much contact as she could, "I love to hear you, you know baby?" Sucking hard on her neck, Grace closed her eyes and leaned her head back into you "You know you can let everything out for me right? I want it all baby." she tried really hard to contain it as much as she could, until she felt your fingers inside her, she was completely soaked, body trembling with each pump, not being able to contain herself anymore she moaned loudly, chanting your name like a prayer while your fingers worked inside her, making her pause and forget about the game for a second.

You stopped what you were doing and looked at her "Why did you stop love?", she tried to grind on your fingers again but you stopped her in place, "I c-can't keep mmh... can't f-focus...", she was so desperate to have any contact from you, pussy clenching on nothing, missing your touch, "But i was watching you play baby, it was very interesting..." your hand lazily circled her clit again, "B-but I-I can't...aah!" she trembled hard not being able to contain a desperate, high pitched, loud moan as you fingered her again, "Grace, i said i was watching. You're almost finishing it, right? Let me see." You commanded your poor girlfriend, who could barely keep her eyes open as she unpaused the game and tried to keep going.

She was trying so hard to make sense of the pieces as you worked on her pussy, each movement came erratic and unfocused, you couldn’t tell if her cursing was because she got a piece wrong or if the pleasure was becoming too much for her.

The sounds in the room were completely unholy, Grace's moans were getting even louder, her chest breathing hard and uneven against you, her soaked pussy making obscene wet sounds as your fingers went harder, as deep as you could, curling inside her while your palm brushed her clit just right.

"H-hone-y...fuck I-I...", Grace grinded harder against you, "Go on baby, let it out, cum for me.", her movements got more erratic as she got closer and closer to her release, the controller shaking in her hands as she somehow still managed to make some sort of movement with it.

Grace came with a loud moan of your name, bucking her hips forward to feel every inch of you inside her, she looked heavenly, eyes closed shut with tears on the brim of them, back completely arched against you, glasses completely fogged up and...

DING!

She was still coming off of her high when you looked at the TV.

She did it.

Grace solved it, she was fucked out of her brain but still managed to complete the puzzle.

"Baby." You got her attention as she slowly opened her eyes, "Huh?", Grace tried to look at the TV, "You're a fucking genious!", By your excitment it seemed that you were the one to complete the damn thing, as your girlfriend could just stare in shock at the TV while cleaning her glasses, "I did it..." She sat up again "I did it!", She finally came back to her senses and picked up the controller to see the new area she had finally unlocked.

But as soon as she opened the door in the game you got in front of her "Uh baby?" she gave you a questioned look as you took the controller out of her hand and got on your knees in front of her, "What?" you gave her a teasing look as you started to take off her pants, "You thought i wouldn’t give you a proper reward for finally beating that?" You smirked as you kissed her thighs, earning a soft whimper from your girlfriend.

"A-Are you sure..." Grace asked, her voice trembling. Usually, it was the other way around. You'd be the one wearing the harness. Fucking her...

"Y-You're better at this than me... I'm sure m-my pace won't..." Grace was mumbling now, her hands trembling on the harness. She couldn't even slip it on without shuddering.

Her eyes couldn't look up at you. Continuing to stare dowm as the harness halfway up her thighs, darting between the dildo on the front and the one in the harness... meant to go inside her.

But, her eyes quickly darted to something else. You. she watched you sit up from your spot on the bed. Your hands pressing on the mattress, sweat starting to form on your forehead. Glossy eyes staring at her...

God, now she barely has a grip on the harness!

"It's alright, baby," you said...

Her heart skipped a beat.

Your right hand raising from your side. Your fingertip brushing against her face then, pushing some of her already messy hair behind her ear.

"I'll help you," you added, your hand lowering from her face. Grazing her neck with your fingers for a small moment, but you could feel how hard she was holding back her whimpers with that slight touch.

"And don't be quiet..." You say, catching her eyes for a moment. That's when you realized how flushed her face was.

It made your heart flutter.

Your hands grab at the harness. Your right hand going to the second dildo. Designed to go inside the person wearing the harness.

Grabbing both sides with your fingers, pushing it up. Just enough to where it was lined up with Grace's entrance. You could see, even in the dimly lit room. That Grace was already dripping like crazy.

"I love hearing your cute voice..." You add, looking up at Grace for reassurance. Once she gives you a nod. You push the dildo up into her.

"Ohh..." Grace moans. Her hands tightened on the harness straps. Once she felt it fully enter her. She tries to tighten the harness straps onto her hips, but her hands are shaking too much...

One more time. She tries to do it herself, but your hands grab at the harness first. Tightening the straps onto her hips tightly. Giving it one more shake to make sure it was tight... and to get a whimper out of Grace...

"OK-ay... okay...mh. okay..." Grace whimpers, her chest rising in slow motion. Her cheeks flushed brightly.

"Come on, baby... you can do it." You encourage Grace. Your hands leave her hips. Falling to the mattress again, turning around so your ass was facing her.

Grace swallowed the lump in her throat. Her body was stiff, trying to stay still so the smaller dildo inside her wouldn't make her moan like a slut.

But, she shifted her knees closer to you. Her left hand going to rest on your hip. Wanting to feel you, to feel your body react to her movements. To make you feel good...

To do a good job...

"I-I'm going t-to... put it in now..." Grace whimpered, her fingers letting go of the silicone only to grip it every again. Letting out one last breath. She pushed her hips forward, slowly inserting the dildo inch by inch until her hips connected with yours.

You let out a small moan.

Your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.

Grace did the same, but her hands were gripping your hips like a lifeline, the feeling of being this close to you... the dildo inside her pushing against her cervix....

Pushing her hips back...

"Mhhmm..." Grace moans, keeping her mouth closed. Feeling the dildo inside her move...

*PLAP*

You both let out a moan. The feeling of her fucking you, you can practically feel how much she doesn't want to accidentally hurt you.

"S-Shit..." Grace moans as she pulls out once more.

*PLAP*

You both moan again. Your hands grab at the sheets tighter. Her slow thrusts, it's making you ache for more. You look over your shoulder, catching Grace's flushed face.

"Come on, baby... you can rough..." You say, in reality. You just want to hear her as she fucks you, to feel her body trembling...

"O-Okay..." Grace whimpers, this time, grabbing your hips tighter now.

She pulls her hips back sharply, getting a small gasp out of your lips.

*PLAP*

"Ohhh..." You moan loudly, your hips slightly bucking into Grace. Feeling the dildo press right into your pussy.

"A-Are you okay?" Grace asks, worried. It only makes you blush, hearing her care so much. It makes want to yank that strap off her and fuck her...

"Yes... keep going, please..." You beg, unbucking your hips as you breathe slowly. Waiting for Grace to continue. Once you give her some reconciliation. She pulls out again sharply

*PLAP*

Again, your moans merging together once again. This time, without words, she pulls out sharply.

*PLAP*

"Fuck..." Grace moans.

She pulls out again

*PLAP*

"Oh fuck..." Grace whimpers, her grip on your hips growing tighter as she feels her own pleasure building up inside her core.

She pulls out again

*PLAP*

Again

*PLAP*

Again

*PLAP*

Again

"Jesus...fuck..." Grace moans. She can feel her own wetness dripping, soaking the harness she's wearing as she fucks you.

She can hear how wet you are. She can feel how your body is reacting to her thrusts, hearing your voice... it's making her drunk off her ass for you.

This time. Her pace is growing faster and faster each time she pounds into your pussy. Not stopping for a second until she can hear the words she wants you to say. The words she needs to hear from you.

But, each time she pounds into you. The dildo inside her is making her body ache and pulse like crazy. Feeling how much it's pushing into her g-spot.

"Oh fuck..." Grace moans, her lower abdomen burning with release as her spine starts to bend down. Trying to keep her pace fast and last longer to make you cum...

"I'm getting c-close..." Grace moans, her hands finally letting go of your hips, only to wrap around your abdomen.

She wants to last longer...

"You can do it, baby... just one more push... or a few more, heh..." You say, slipping a joke in. Getting a small laugh out of Grace. Your hand letting go of the bed sheets. Only to grab the back of Grace's hand.

Grace then switches, holding your hand now. Her other hand is coming around to hold it fully now.

Grace then takes a deep breath, trying to hold out a bit longer.

"I love you..." Grace says, her hips pulling back to thrust into you again. Her arms tightened around your abdomen to hold you tight... to feel every slight reaction you made...

"I love you too..." You say, wanting to use your other hand to hold her but, if you did. You wouldn't be able to sit on all fours anymore.

Grace breaths in sharply.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

"Shit... shit..." Grace moans, pushing her limits so she can hold out longer. Her hips are not stopping, her hands continuing to hold yours tightly. She wants to make you cum.

She wants you to feel the love you give her. She wants you to know how much she loves you, how much she cares for you...

"Oh god..." You moan, the arm that's supporting is beginning to shake. Becoming hard to support yourself for much longer... feeling that burning pain in your core...

"Shit, fuck I'm getting close..." You moan, bucking your hips into the strap. Needing that one final push to let everything out.

Grace's whimpers started again. Her arms tightened around you. So tightly that you could feel her thrusts much more detailed now. Her pace picking up speed.

"I love you!" Grace moaned, her final thrust being the finishing blow. Both of your body trembled and shook with ecstasy as you both came onto each other's dildos.

Your arm couldn't hold any longer. Half of your body collapsed to the bed, letting out a pant. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your hip was still connected with Grace's strap.

Grace's shaking hands slowly undid themselves from your abdomen. Pulling her hips back as the dildo slipped out of you. Your own wetness leaking out... you finally relaxed your whole body. Fully laying down for a slight moment to regain some breath back.

"Are you..." Grace began to ask. But trailed off once she saw you rising up from your spot on the bed. Your hand rose to cup her face gently.

Pressing your lips against hers, you felt Grace relax into your touch. Her arms coming to wrap around your neck as she pushed deeper into the kiss. You would have done the same but your hands went to something else.

Gripping one of the straps on the harness. You undid them slowly, making sure not to over stimulate Grace as much as you did. Once you finally lossened it enough. You broke the kiss for a moment.

"Can I?" You asked.

Grace only buried into your shoulder, giving you a hum of reassurance. Once she did, you gently pulled the harness down, the smaller dildo pulling out of her with a wet pop.

"Geez, it seemed like you like being the top." You joked, getting the strap fully off now and tossing it to the floor. Your arms finally free to wrap around Grace fully.

"I prefer when you do it..." Grace said softly, relaxing into your lap as she hugged you tightly. Your wet and warm bodies pressed together tightly.

"Well, I'd give your performance an A." You said with a chuckle at the end. Grace smiled softly against your shoulder, her breathing slow and her whimpers finally calming down.

"Want me to place you in the bath?" You asked.

"Only if you'll take one with me." Grace answered.

You smiled.

"Of course, babe."

**

Alright, let's see if I can do the other submissions.

you had been gone for at least a month now, away with Leon investigating an unknown group that had appeared in Raccoon City after you all left months ago. she worried about you so much, just as much as she missed you. she was sitting on the soft bed of you and her as heavy night rain pattered against the window, reminding her of the countless other nights where you were at home. cuddling grace tightly in your deep sleep as the bright light from her laptop kept her awake. the spot beside her was empty, with no arm wrapped her stomach and no warm cheek resting against her chest as she typed away. your scent was starting to fade from your clothes and bedsheets now, and grace was finding it harder and harder each night to cuddle a pillow that only smelled like detergent. she couldn't focus. she wanted to hear your voice. how you were doing. she wished you could call everyday, but you tried to call at least once a week. you hadn't called yet.

she sighed and closed her laptop, leaving it on the nightstand under the warm light of the bedside lamp. she was wearing one of your jumpers that she sprayed with your favourite perfume. she put it on for comfort, but now she had just been getting distracted all evening. she needed to focus and get her report for the week done. but how could she when your scent enveloped her? bringing her back to the night before you left? when you whispered sweetness mixed with filth right by the shell of her ear, tickling the skin and giving her goosebumps up her neck as your hips slowly filled her up, teasing her into a blushing mess beneath you.

she rummaged through your shared wardrobe where you kept the toys, pulling out her favourite dildo that you used on her. she kicked off her pj pants and panties, laying back on the plush pillows. your praise and pet names circled around in her mind as she circled her aching clit, the ribbing of the silicone softly dragging the sensitive skin. she bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to quiet her mind and focus on the image in her head. one of you between her legs, instead of the toy she was teasing herself with. it slipped between her shiny folds, a mix between her own wetness and lube. her hips slowly bucked up and down as she savoured the steadily rising pleasure. her stress about her report was long forgotten, replaced only by her need for you. she whimpered into your jumper, the fabric muffling the sweet sound. she imagined how you would've snaked your hands up her hips and stomach, scraping her softly with your nails before cupping her tits. squeezing them like stress toys as your warm tongue made her legs shake.

she slipped the toy inside with a gasp. she squeezed her eyes even further, trying so desperately to be believe it was you on top of her instead of her burning hand. she wasn't loud necessarily, but she was vocal. she was shy about it before but your praises very quickly broke down that wall. even when you weren't there to hear, she pleaded and panted as she fucked herself. she almost didn't hear her phone buzzing from the bedside table. when she saw your name and photo smiling at her from her screen, she jumped up and snatched it. she adjusted her glasses as she answered. she tried to slow her breathing before you spoke.

"hi baby, how are you? you doing okay?"

"hi".she breathed, smiling. your groggy voice was like a warm hug to her. and it wasn't helping the situation you caught her in. "I'm okay, just busy working. I missed you"

"I missed you too. I'm sorry I couldn't call sooner. Things got intense for a moment, but it's okay now. I have good news"

graces heart jumped. "you're coming home?"

you chuckled. "we're flying first thing in the morning. chris is taking over for now, which works out, since leon almost got himself blown up. he's fine. just pretending to not be embarrassed"

grace chuckled half heartedly. she didn't want to hear about either of them at that moment. she only cared about you. you sounded tired, which stopped her from mentioning what she was doing before. the ache she had for you had only gotten worse.

"are you sure you're okay? you don't sound-"

"n-no I'm okay! I just wanna hear about you. please keep talking"

"you're cute. okay then"

she really tried to listen and to be fair, she was. just not in the way you were expecting. your voice was just so close to her ear and her hand automatically picked back up the toy she abandoned, and circled her clit again as you talked. unaware you talked about the mission, all the exciting and boring bits. especially the boring bits, since grace seemed to like them the most. she slipped it in again finally when you laughed, the stretch forcing out a deep moan. she quickly moved the phone away from herself, but she didn't stop thrusting the ribbed toy in her greedy pussy. she was taking it so well, and her mind was dizzy imagining how much you'd praise her for being such a good girl.

"grace"

she knew you had caught on and her pussy tightened around the silicone in anticipation. there was a small, less fucked out part of her that felt guilty to use you like that. but it was done now. and she was so so close. she tried to play it off.

"y-yeah? why'd you stop? keep going"

"i might if you tell me what you're doing"

she was ping ponging between being worried that she was in actual trouble and the embarrassment of having to say out loud that she was fucking herself silly just to your voice. on the other hand, she wanted to hear more of that voice, so she had no choice really.

"I'm uh-using your voice".she said, meekly, almost a whisper. it had been a while since she had been shy about things like this with you, but neither of you had done this before. so she was unsure of how you would feel about it. she should've known better though.

"for what?"

you knew what you were doing, and so did she. you loved to fluster her. she slowed down her thrusts, shying away from that high she wanted so badly. but she wanted to prolong this. savour it. you could faintly hear how slick she was under all of her breathless panting.

"to make myself cum"

"is this why you took so long to answer? I thought my pretty girl was asleep".you cooed. she could've sworn you had gotten closer to the mic, knowing how much she loved when you spoke into her skin. "you really did miss me"

"so much".grace agreed, in an almost sob as she teased that sweet spot inside of her. just like how you always did. "I wish you were here"

"you'll have me soon. can I see you? please?"

"y-yeah"

"thats my girl"

if she wasn't focused on doing a good job for you, she would've cum right there. she lifted the jumper up over her chest before pressing record. she angled the camera so that you could perfectly see how fucked out she was for you. her skin was cloaked in a sheen of sweat. it shone under the ambient light. a flush of pink softly coloured her cheeks as she upped the pace, wanting you to hear everything. it made her tits bounce gently with each thrust and she was very pleased with herself. you were gonna love the video. she just knew it. she had never sent videos of herself like this before. sure, you two had sent suggestive photos to one another but never something this filthy. she found it exciting. the act of itself, but also thinking about what you'll do with it after she has sent it.

she breathed your name in between pleads, angling the camera even further down so you could see the mess she was making all over the sheets and herself. the soft skin of her thighs glistened, matching the toy whilst the rest dripped down, staining the covers beneath her. she was so close again and it was so much harder to stop herself this time around, but she did. her hips bucked forward, missing the rising pleasure. she considered cumming on camera for you right then and there, but she wanted to hear your voice while she did it. she sent the short video, and waited impatiently for you to call her back. it didn't take long.

"fuck you're such a good girl. thats my jumper you're wearing isn't it? you're so lucky I'm not there sweetheart, I'd edge you until you cried"

she practically snuggled into the phone as you praised her, her belly fluttering. she didn't know how much longer she could take. "can I cum? please"

you took a moment to answer and the anticipation was killing her. she whimpered again. "you're such a good girl. of course, let me hear it"

your voice had taken on an all too familiar tone, and she knew that you were just as close as she was. she tightened around the toy again, this time letting her pleasure rise and rise until nothing but fucked out babbles left her. she gasped and her hips raised as it crashed over her, seizing her body. she kept fucking herself through it even as her legs shook and her grip on the phone loosened. she could say nothing but your name now, everything else fell away as her orgasm clouded her mind. she heard you gasp too faintly and smiled. she slowed down as you cursed, the pleasure getting a little too much for her spent pussy. she breathed deeply, relief warming her. she got under the covers, not caring about the clean up right now and waited with a soft gaze for you to speak again, cuddling the underside of her pillow. she fixed her glasses again.

"we're finishing that when I get back you know"