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[airaibunny]

LENYYYYYYYYYYYYY YOURE BACKKKK

HOLAAAAAA

[airaibunny]

omg pookie welc back!! ive missed ya 😔

I MISSED YOU!!🩷

[airaibunny]

are we required to use a prompt from the list? or could i give my own request? :)

you can definitely give me your own! :)

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dom!gracie abrams x sub!fem!reader - "everything we never said" (fluff, smut, clit stim, breast play)

a/n: HI GANG‼️ it feels good to be back officially. i say officially because im a rat and i low key released two fanfics on a secret blog while i was gone. anyway, i deleted said blog and now im giving you the fanfics😛. i hope you guys enjoy and i hope yall still love me😞

word count: 1.8k

the soft hum of gracie's playlist fades into the background, melodically blending with her quiet voice singing along as she scrolls on her phone. you've both perfectly nested yourselves on the couch among the seemingly endless mounds of pillows and blankets. her warmth transcends every obstacle with an astound agility. you can feel it positively burning your skin. the dim lamplight is vivid enough to reflect upon every detail on her face, yet you feel as though it's not enough; you crave looking at her closer—you need it.

gracie abrams means more to you than humanly possible. you were by her side the day she decided to become a songwriter, the day she released her first song, and you're still by her side after all of her acclaimed fame. inversely, she has been with you for every heartbreak, triumph, and milestone. she has been your best friend for years and you've created an unbreakable bond.

somewhere along the way, however, platonic love and support evolved into an ardent passion so intense that looking at her became synonymous with imagining her lips on your own. her gaze became indicative of something you couldn't quite decipher, or rather, couldn't let yourself think about. her touch started leaving behind a branded imprint on your skin, one that would linger for ages after she was gone.

the half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the coffee table becomes the object of your examination as she looks up from her phone. her big brown eyes shoot you a look that merits a lump in your throat and a crimson tint on your cheeks. she tosses her phone aside and cheekily smiles at you, winding up for what you assume is an absurd request.

"come lay closer to me, you're so far," she whines and extends her arms for you, to which you swiftly respond by crawling to her side and throwing yourself on top of her. her hand finds its way to the collar of your sweatshirt and begins the all too familiar habit of rubbing it with her thumb as she speaks.

"i have a stupid party to go to tomorrow night, you should come," she sighs, lifting her free hand to rub her forehead. "stupid party?" you question, prompting an annoyed grunt from her.

"i don't want to go, but i have to keep up appearances," you get up and lean against the back of the couch, letting your legs drape over her midsection so that your thighs can feel her abs. she looks up at you expectantly and pouts. "you don't have to do anything, just don't go," you drop your hands between your legs and start fiddling with the string of her sweatpants. she grunts again, louder this time. "i do have to. you don't get showbiz, loser," she rolls her eyes and puts a hand up to your face, clearly just joking.

"fine, ms. superstar, i'll go," she squeals and jumps into your arms with a hug. you hug her back and melt into the feeling of her body pressed against yours.

she flops back down while still excitedly giggling to herself. you stare at her longingly with a smile and you want to reach out to stroke her cheek, but you surmise that would be odd.

your visage must be reflecting your inner turmoil because gracie speaks up again.

"you okay?" her eyebrows furrow as she props herself up on her elbows to look at you. you nod your head in assertion, but she tries again. "c'mon, tell me," she persists, sitting up and taking one of your hands into both of hers. "please?"

"it's nothing, gracie," she shifts, her dark eyes searching yours with an accusatory degree that makes you turn away. "tell me, i'm not dropping this," she grabs your face and makes you look at her. you panic as her searing palm meets your skin, but you don't want her to know that in the slightest. "i can't, just leave it-" she scoffs and throws her hands up, letting them land on your lap which only serves to add another perpetually scorched brand to your body.

"y/n. tell. me."

"i can't!" you want to push her away from you, but she amasses a colossal gravitational pull when she's near you, one that you can't escape no matter how hard you try. instead, you bury your face in your hands as tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. she doesn't hesitate to bring you into her arms as she strokes your hair, humming soft pleas for you not to cry.

"i can't..." you keep repeating, doing your best to hold back the floodgates. she pulls away and looks at you; she looks just as distressed as you. this is all it takes for your emotions to finally betray you, sending one singular tear streaming down your cheek.

her hands comes up to your face and gently wipes the tear away; however, after completing that initial task, it remains there. you catch a strange look in her eyes, like she's having the most visceral fight of her life within her own head. her lips part as she inhales heavily, still evidently not coming to a conclusion.

suddenly, without any falter in her expression, she lunges forward, meeting her lips with yours.

the world around you stops dead in its tracks.

your heartbeat reaches a speed fitting for the peak of a marathon.

you can't fathom that she is kissing you, unprompted, completely by her own volition. the girl who's lips you've spent countless nights fantasizing about is materializing those very thoughts. they feel just as wonderful as you imagined. their sweet, silken sensation is the most intoxicating thing you've ever had the great privilege of tasting.

her other hand grabs the empty side of your face, holding you in place. the kiss is slow and intense, both of you pouring every past second of silent longing into this very moment.

you have no desire to let her remove herself, but she does so anyway. she looks at your face for a moment, taking in every feature as if this was the very first time she'd seen it.

"i actually have something to tell you," she smiles, trying to ease whatever pressure was still on you. "you don't have to tell me anything," you smile back, "i know."

you don't hesitate to invite yourself back against her lips. she gladly welcomes you while simultaneously pulling you on her lap, making you straddle her. "is this what was on your mind? is this what you couldn't tell me?" she pulls away for long enough to ask her question, but goes right back when she is finished. you don't bother to do the same, instead, you just hum a slight 'mhm' against her lips.

"you don't want to talk about this?" she pulls away again, giggling. she knows you too well, she knows that's the last thing you want right now.

"talk later. right now, i just need you. so bad."

she smiles against your lips as you pull her back. the kiss turns heated, electric; you can almost taste all the pent up hunger you share. you momentarily forget to breathe, but you realize you'd be perfectly content to go out this way.

her hands snake up your sides, gradually pulling your top off with them. you don't fight her in the slightest, you just allow her to pull it over your head and toss it across the room. one of her hands goes to your back and she pulls away from the kiss.

"can i?" she asks, fiddling with your bra strap. "please," you reply hastily, still not wanting her lips to depart from yours.

she doesn't miss a beat in unclasping your bra and letting it meet your shirt on the ground. her hands land on your breasts and you realize for the first time that you've soaked right through your panties, maybe even your shorts.

she tugs at your nipples with a chuckle, loving the sounds she's eliciting from you. she pulls away from the kiss and you're irritated for a second, but the anger quickly fades when her mouth makes contact with you boobs. you hold back a guttural moan with the back on your hand as she bares her teeth into your skin. her tongue glides over the same spot she just bit, only serving to worsen the wet spot between your legs.

she fiddles with the waistband of your shorts without saying anything for a second, but she finally speaks up.

"what do you say we get rid of these as well?" you don't think you've ever nodded your head so fast. you lift your hips so she can slide them down, not caring in the slightest that you're now completely naked and she's still fully clothed. she looks at your body on display for her and smiles to herself before looking into your eyes.

"you're prettier than i imagined, holy fuck."

the scarlet tint from earlier is back on your cheeks after her statement, which she clearly notices. she gets closer to you, whispering in your ear. "you have no clue how often i think about this," her hand lands on your core without any warning, causing a jolt to reverberate through your entire body.

she chuckles as her fingers start drawing the length of your folds, idly moving back and forth. "i'm going to make you remember every second."

her mouth goes back to your breast. she begins rubbing small circles on your clit while sucking on your nipple in perfect synchrony. every one of your senses feels sickeningly overwhelming right now. it's embarrassing what she's managed to reduce you to in a matter of seconds. she so fucking good at this, you couldn't form a coherent thought even if you wanted to right now.

her fingers pick up speed and you have to dig your nails into her shoulders, which she very clearly enjoys judging by the sound that escapes her lips. your hips hitch as she presses harder against you. her tongue is still leaving purple bruises all over your boobs, tightening the knot in your stomach.

you feel like sobbing from pleasure as she goes even faster with absolutely no regard for your state. she pulls her head away from your chest to look at your face, flushed and eyes heavily glazed.

"you look even prettier now," she smiles, keeping the same pace against your pussy.

her grin is the final blow. you wince and hold onto her shoulders tighter, bracing for impact.

"gracie..."

you bury your head in her neck and wrap your arms around her as you let the orgasm wash over you. your thighs shake and your muscles contract. you allow a loud whine to rip from your throat, earning endless praises from gracie.

"so pretty," she mutters, slowing down to assure you ride out your high until the very end. you pant, practically gasping for air. "shh, i'm right here, you're okay. breathe for me, please," she continues speaking like this until you're calm enough to look at her again.

"had enough? want to talk now?" she pecks your lips, stroking your reddened cheek.

"no, not even close."

[airaibunny]

I just saw your last post. I wish you all the best, take care of yourself and don't hesitate to come back one day, we will always be there if you need us 🩵

I've never talked to you, but today I had to, kisses 🫂🩵

Anonymously - 🦤🩵

hi babe, i never responded to this, but i saw it and i appreciated it so so much. kisses! ❤️

[airaibunny]

REQUEST GUIDE── .✦

i write─

oneshots (pt. 2 allowed)

strictly wlw

only "x reader," but multiple celebrities are allowed in one fic

smut, fluff, and angst

i don't write─

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g!p/futa

noncon/dubcon/cnc/whump

anything with fetishes

anything with male celebrities or readers

when making requests─

keep them as consice as possible.

do not include more than two dialogue prompts or more than three kink prompts.

be aware that anything you request is subject to my creative freedom and i may not execute your idea in the manner you intended. its nothing against your original idea, it might just happen sometimes.

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ABOUT ME── .✦

name: leny

age: 19

pronouns: she/her

─i've been writing for a hot minute.

─i live in texas (YEEHAW).

─taylor swift is my absolute favorite artist, but honorable mentions are gracie abrams, sabrina carpenter, and lizzy mcalpine.

─this account started as a kpop fanfic account, but i kind of fell out of that scene. i still enjoy kpop every now and then.

─my favorite song at the moment is "no surprises" by radiohead. (yes, i update this frequently)

─i was born in cuba and i speak spanish.

─i had a secret account when i took a break, but you won't find it, lol.

─i LOVE talking, i'll reply to anything.

─my favorite color is pink.

─i love the sims 4 and roblox.

─my favorite shows are modern family and family guy.

[airaibunny]

RULES── .✦

─be respectful!

─do not ask overtly personal questions, i will share details about my life as i see fit. ─any hate speech of any kind merits an immeditae block.

─dms are welcome, but please keep in mind that i am not always on my phone.

─i do not follow people back just because they ask me to do so, my apologies.

─i don't have a specific post schedule as i never know when i'm going to be busy, so pleasebe patient.

─i am highly aware that there is no infallible manner to ensure that minors are not interacting with my fics, but if i find out about one such person, they will be blocked. i take minor safety very siriously and nothing can dissuade me on this matter.

─i also have no manner of figuring out who is a man, but if i have any reason to suspect so, you will be blocked.

─don't try to initiate anything sexual with me in my inbox or my dms. jokes are fine, but there is a very fine line that i will not allow anyone to cross.

─please don't try to vent to me unprompted, i am not okay with that and you will be blocked.

[airaibunny]

MASTERLIST── .✦

kpop

⊹ "birthday wish" (twice jihyo & nayeon, smut)

⊹ "drunken mistake" (twice momo, angst)

⊹ "beginner's luck" (twice momo & jihyo, smut)

⊹ "switch" (twice momo, smut)

⊹ "it's you" (twice momo, smut/angst)

⊹ "she's better" (twice sana, smut)

⊹ "finally" (twice sana, smut/fluff, "she's better" pt. 2)

⊹ "in the closet" (twice sana, smut)

⊹ "midnight snack" (twice sana & tzuyu, smut)

⊹ "attention" (twice jihyo, smut)

⊹ "do not touch" (twice mina, smut)

⊹ "bubbles" (le sserafim chaewon, fluff)

⊹ "teach me" (le sserafim yunjin, smut)

⊹ "permission" (le sserafim yunjin & kazuha, smut)

⊹ "all because of a concert sign" (le sserafim kazuha, smut)

⊹ "the idea of her" (gidle miyeon, fluff)

⊹ "please, unnie?" (nmixx haewon & sullyoon, smut)

⊹ "the silent game" (ive yujin, smut)

⊹ "more than studying" (ive yujin, smut)

gracie abrams

⊹ "everything we never said" (fluff, smut)

[airaibunny]

FLUFF

"i can't believe i get to call you mine, you're everyone's dream"

"you look amazing up there/on set"

"what would the public think of this? two of the biggest names right now dating?"

"a song? for me?"

"i want to have a baby"

"i thought you had an interview?"

"come with you to the red carpet?"

"so what, let them talk"

"what do we name her/him?" (kid, dog, hamster, i dont care)

"i left a surprise in your dressing room"

"the fans are going to go crazy"

"so we're doing this? we're really coming out?"

"come to the concert, i want you to watch front row"

"come tour with me"

"come to the set with me"

"they're actually...reacting great"

"i love flaunting you for the world"

ANGST

"it's not that easy for me, i can't just come out"

"i know hiding is exhausting"

"i can't do this anymore. i can't keep being your dirty little secret"

"you do not get to shut me out"

"it feels like i'm the only one who cares"

"you're you, and i'm just me"

"my team is making me get into a pr relationship"

"they're getting suspicious"

"we're from different worlds, this was never going to work"

"i get it, something important came up"

"i really don't want to argue with you in public, it'll be every headline tomorrow"

"i can never measure up to the songs, that's what you don't see"

"i'm risking my career too, yours isn't more important than mine"

"we're both going to expereince the same reaction form our fans, why am i the only one willing to risk it?"

"the tabloids keep linking us to different people and i just have to pretend it doesn't hurt"

"you know he's just a pr stunt"

"how else am i supposed to feel when you keep dodging questions abut your love life?'

"our schedules are insane. our lives are insane. and maybe i'm selfish, but just once i want you to choose me like i choose you"

"we tell them, or we're over"

"they're never going to think i'm good enough"

"they think i just want you for your fame and money"

"i read the comments about me, i'm not stupid"

"every time you write a song, it sounds beautiful. and then you change all the pronouns to masculine"

"my team wants us to stop seeing each other"

[airaibunny]

PROMPTS── .✦

⊹ bratty/degrading/etc smut

⊹ first time/inexperienced smut

⊹ praise/soft/etc smut

⊹ misc smut

⊹ threesome smut

⊹ kinks

⊹ fluff/angst

[airaibunny]

GUESS WHOS BAAAAACK‼️

RAPID FIRE LIFE UPDATE POOF:

1. got braces

2. getting double jaw surgery in three months

3. no longer like kpop (☹️ sowwy)

4. SINGLE AGAIN WOOO

5. disc server is gone as balls

6. tore a ligament in my ankle (im aight now, rest assured)

7. tried to date two different men, wanted to kill them

8. realized im a lesbian, not bi😍

9. got over my sims addiction

10. got a new car

11. cried when trump won🥰

thats all i can think of, but yall know i yap, there will be more.

good news: i want to come back to writing, maybe not so regularly, but i want to keep doing it. bad news (maybe): im not going to keep writing just kpop, im gonna write about random celebrities. i might write kpop every now and then, rest assured.

i know this is a lot to ask, but i hope some of you are willing to welcome me back. i missed you guys!

[airaibunny]

beg you on my knees to stay

Taylor Swift x fem!reader smut

warnings: smut, oral(r!receiving), fingering(r!receiving), scissoring, fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: Taylor teases you before she goes on stage and finishes the job after.

A/N: happy kinktober lol

There was a flurry of people around you, but they paid you no mind as makeup artists hustled to fix a patch on Taylor’s face and stylists walked around her checking every inch of her costumes. You had watched this from afar many times, Taylor having been on tour for 3 months now but it never got old. It was like seeing her in her true element, the dedication and passion the whole team exuded was truly a marvel.

You caught Taylor’s eye and she winked at you, her blonde eyebrows raised as somebody applied her classic red lipstick onto her stunning mouth. You shyly smiled back and rested your hand on your chin and studied her.

Her hair was pin straight and had a deep golden, it cascaded down her shoulders like ripples of silk. The bejeweled body suit she wore had flecks of blue and pink jewels that shimmered when they caught the light, they cinched her waist and made her figure look like that of a model, curved and voluptuous. Her thighs were adorned with a pair of waxy tights that made her legs look shiny and long. She was absolutely perfect.

During your examinations you hadn’t realised that the room had cleared out and it was now just you and Taylor, alone. “Hey,” her blue eyes were pointedly fixed on you, “What are you thinking about?” She tipped her head playfully and curled her red lips. You looked down in embarrassment that she had caught u staring at her but how could you not?

“You look great, as always. But today? you look, so gorgeous.” You swallowed as your breath hitched waiting for her to answer. To say something, anything. You would have hanged on to every word. Instead she just stayed silent, striding towards you in a slow manner.

She sat down next to you her legs crossed at her ankles and turned to you. She kissed you, her lips moved over yours in a pout and you inched impossibly closer just trying to grasp at anything she could give you. Her hand moved to your jaw, digging her thumb into it, the pressure made you open your mouth and a small breath tumbled out.

Slowly, you shifted your hands to her waist, feeling the sharp jewels under your fingertips frustrated you. You huffed and she pulled back, but only for a moment until she started to caress just below your breast. “Please, Taylor.” You moaned and threw your head back allowing her more access to your skin as she nipped and bit at your neck leaving subtle red marks dotted around the taut skin.

One of hand trailed the length of your stomach, sliding closer and closer to your center while she kept the other firmly planted on your tits, pushing and caressing it with the palm of her hand. She hummed against your skin and undid the button of your jeans. Effortlessly, Taylor slid her hand between your legs to find your wetness waiting for her. You gasped as she lazily circled your clit, the pressure was so light you could barely tolerate it but she torturously kept the pace.

You were in bliss, feeling her lips on your shoulder, peppering kisses, her hands trailing your body and the desperation of her blazing skin touching yours. She began to speed up her machinations, intermittently pressing hard on your clit, smearing the wetness around with her fingers and in return you gave her mewls and groans of pleasure which fuelled her.

Suddenly, your broken out of your pleasurable stupor and you here a muffled voice, “They are ready for you in 5, Taylor.” It was the stage manager in her earpiece. Just as quick as she had came on to you she was off of you, leaving a distinct coldness and you felt like you could collapse into a puddle of sand as she left you high and dry. You watched her through bleak eyes as she fixed her lipstick in the mirror as if she hadn’t been maliciously teasing your orgasm out of you 2 seconds ago.

She left with a wink and the scent of her perfume still lingered as well as the feel of her on you when she left the room. You felt a twinge of disappointment as you turned your back to the live monitor of the stage in the room. The show was starting and you knew it would be a long time coming before you and Taylor could finish what you started so you decided to get comfortable.

Watching Taylor perform was akin to watching a pianist perform their most beloved piece or a ballerina perform the most intricate of dances, she was passionate and a master of her craft. Like a moth to a flame she drew everyone in with her tantalising stage presence. The way she flexed her body and moved her hips during the dances was enchanting and her singing was saccharine and powerful.

You watched the whole show with a front row seat and full privacy which was appreciated but also incredibly difficult because all you wanted to do was drop on your knees for her and make her sing in a completely different way to what the people were seeing on stage.

You watched with brimming anticipation as the end of the show drew closer, you thought you could faint when you saw the ‘Vigilante Shit’ performance but you just bit your lip and waited patiently. Finally, Taylor did her closing number just as enthusiastically as her first number and exited the stage for the last time tonight.

The whole room was silent as the screen faded to black and you sat with excitement. Slowly, the door handle turned. Taylor stepped into the room, her hair was mussed from the air and her eyes glimmered from the adrenaline of the stage. She scanned the room and locked eyes with you, once again making her way over to you.

She pulled your face to her with an increasing ferocity and in between kisses she said, “I need you so bad.” She began to move you slightly backwards with her sheer height and stance alone and soon your back was on the couch and she hovered over you, thighs trapping yours. “I want you, Taylor.” You breathed out, hands finding hers and locking them together.

She moaned and lifted up your shirt, exposing the soft expanse of your stomach. She laid kisses down, until she reached your jeans and undid them pushing them haphazardly to the floor. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to your pussy through your underwear and you felt a wave of wetness overcome you. You threw your head back as she shoved your underwear to the floor.

Immediately, she licked a stripe up your pussy and the sensation sent shocks up your spine. She did not relent as Taylor sucked and pivoted her tongue around your clit, her nose pressing into your pubic bone. She slurped the wetness and pressed both her hands to either side of your knees, forcing you to keep your legs wide open. She breathed harder and began to flick her tongue against your clit and occasionally thrusting it into your tight hole.

You put your hands on her head, fingers tangling in her blonde locks as you propelled her head to move back and forth, essentially using her face to grind on. Her jaw moved expertly over your pussy and she leaned back and spat on it for good measure, instantly resuming her attempts. You felt a tugging sensation in your gut as you were so close to your climax and she coaxed you to the edge smacking and salivating all over you.

A burst of pleasure ran through you like a million little stars on fire throughout your soul, the grip on her hair tightened as she continued driving you through your orgasm, never relenting with the same enthusiasm. You keened and moaned out her name as breathe out raggedly. To your surprise, she looked up at you, chin dripping with your own wetness and spit and whispered, “Turn around and get on your knees.”

You looked at her in bewilderment, still a little shaky from your last orgasm but did exactly what she said. You planted your hands in front of you and knelt on the couch, facing away from Taylor. Suddenly, a forceful smack rang out in the room and your flesh stung. A red mark on your ass cheek appeared and before you could even gasp Taylor thrust her middle finger into your core.

You groaned from the mix of pain and pleasure and she started to move the finger in and out. She rubbed and soothed the hurt flesh with her hand until another resounding slap made its way to you. You grunted and she put another finger in. Your stomach was tensing and you could feel the wetness coating your thighs. Languidly, her fingers moved in and out of you at a fast pace and she would give you small encouragements when she felt like it.

“Doing so good for me, baby. Can you cum for me?” Her voice was raspy with indulgence. Your honoured her commitment as your orgasm came faster this time, tipping you over the edge as your thighs shook and tightened around her and your moans intensified ringing out in the otherwise silent room. Breathing hard, you turned to face her and she cupped your jaw, “Did so well for me, dear.” Her blue eyes bore into yours as she began to strip from her costume.

“Can you give me one more? Just want one more from you, my beautiful girl.” Her thumb lightly caressed your cheek as you let out a sob still raw from your last two orgasms. “I’m gonna help you this time, okay?” She laid you down, her voice was sweet and soft. Taylor repositioned herself so she was now hovering over you, her pussy was just above your thigh and yours was anchored just so she would get the right amount of friction.

You made the first move and ground your thigh into her with the little strength you had. She sucked in a breath and put a hand on your stomach, “No, baby, let me.” You could have sobbed in relief when she started moving her own body back and forth, the pressure of her hot skin on your clit was achingly delicious. Her bangs covered her face as she looked down to see both of you so intimately connected.

Her pace quickly emerged and the room was mixed with echoes of your moans and each others names scrambled in between. Her hips reached an insane rhythm as her orgasm approached and she let out a striking moan, shutting her eyes in unfathomable pleasure. You came with her, unable to comprehend anything but her and the slurry of pleasure flitting sparks down your every nerve. She faltered and expertly moved to sit beside you in a heap of skin and bones.

After a few minutes of respite she moved your hair from your face and cradled you in her arms. You sank into her and could have stayed there forever.

end.

[airaibunny]

The Outfit

Gracie Abrams x Fem!reader ☆

Since Tumblr doesn’t own a pathetic, sapphic, toe’s curling, hot, steamy, needy and good Gracie Abrams OneShot…Here is one.

Summary: Gracie got ready for an photoshoot and reader seems to love Gracie’s outfit;)

Warnings!: pure smut, strap-on use (reader receiving), mommy kink, spanking, face fucking, degradation, pet names. (Please tell me if I forgot any!)

"Oh my god," y/n mumbled as Gracie walked into the bedroom of their shared hotel suite, having spent the last hour and a half getting ready in the sitting area of the hotel room. She'd demanded, like always, that y/n stays away so that she could reveal her outfits to y/n each time she had something to dress up for.

Y/n could hear the stylists getting their things together and leaving their suite to give Gracie some time before she had to go to the photoshoot, but y/n was too focused on her girlfriend standing before her to even comprehend anything else.

Gracie was standing tall in the doorway of the bedroom, dressed in white slacks and a white blazer with jewels emblazoned across the shoulders and chest, loosely buttoned with one single, hopefully dependable button right at her lower abdomen. Her thin heels made her appear even more towering, and y/n could feel herself melting under her gaze. Her long brown hair was slicked back, her lips tinted dark pink.

Her small smirk broke out into a grin. "Do you like it?" she asked with a tilt of her head, a knowing tone in her voice. She knew that y/n liked every outfit she chose, but she knew she would like that one especially.

Sitting up from where y/n was laying on the bed, y/n crawled her way down the mattress, watching as Gracie waltzed to the edge of the bed. Once they both met there, y/n sat on the edge and looked up at her, taking her by the hips and pulling Gracie closer to her. y/n’s legs hooked loosely around Gracie’s hips and pulled her even closer between hers.

Gracie chuckled and placed her hands over y/n’s legs, her palms gliding up and down to and from y/n’s thighs. Reaching up, y/n fiddled with one of the jewels on Gracie’s blazer. "You should fuck me before you go," y/n whispered innocently, watching a lustful look approach Gracie’s face. She smirked down at her and taking her outer thighs, pressed herself further against y/n. Y/n paused when she felt, through the soft silk of Gracie’s white slacks, something hard pressing itself into her.

Gracie was wearing the strap.

"Gracie," y/n nearly gasped out of desire, feeling herself start to throb at the mere fact that Gracie was going to wear her strap under her pants to the photoshoot.

Gracie smirked, reveling in tantalizing y/n. As much as she wanted to stay there between her thighs, she needed to be somewhere very soon. "I've gotta go, babe," Gracie told her, unwrapping y/n’s legs from around her like a ribbon and backing away.

"No!" Y/n exclaimed, instantly feeling frustrated when the outline of Gracie’s strap left her thighs. Y/n kneeled up on the very edge of the bed, nearly falling forwards as she grabbed Gracie by the hips again and tried to pull Gracie back to her, but the woman easily took y/n’s hands off her and held them tightly in her own.

"Now don't be a brat, y/n," Gracie commented, a rather pleased look on her face from seeing y/n so needy for her. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll give you what you want whenever I get back."

Y/n’s jaw nearly popped off her skull. "That's gonna be hours from now!"

Taking y/n’s chin rather firmly, Gracie tilted it up and brought her face close to y/n’s, whispering against her lips, "Then you have plenty of time to make sure you look just like this when I get back—on your knees with your mouth wide open."

There was a small rasp that caught her voice and sent chills down y/n’s spine. Y/n tried her hardest to look into Gracie’s eyes, but with how close she was to her face, y/n resorted to staring at Gracie’s plump lips as she whispered, "Yes, Mommy." With how close Gracie was, y/n could smell her intoxicatingly masculine vanilla scent that drove her even more wild.

Y/n watched Gracie’s lips spread in satisfaction. "Mmm, good girl. And you'd better not touch yourself before I get back."

Y/n chewed her lip. How was she supposed to keep herself calm for several hours while knowing that Gracie was going to come back and hopefully fuck her? Especially with the way she looked and especially with how she'd pressed herself against y/n just moments before.

"I won't," y/n told her, knowing fully well that she would try her hardest to refrain, but would probably fail.

Giving y/n a lingering kiss on her lips, Gracie released her chin and walked away, already late to her photoshoot. Y/n stayed kneeling up on the bed as she listened to Gracie’s heels echo through the suite before the door opened and closed.

Once y/n was alone, she let out a groan and fell back onto the bed. She felt hot all over, and as hard as she tried to think about anything else, her mind was stuck on one thing—the feeling of Gracie’s strap against her leg and how much she wanted it inside her.

All y/n could see was Gracie’s slicked back hair and her toned lower abdomen and how tall she looked and how she had grabbed y/n’s chin and how her voice sounded when she called her a good girl and—

With a whine of defeat, y/n slipped her hand down her shorts.

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Y/n wasn't sure how long it had been since Gracie left, mostly because she had fallen asleep after finishing herself off. All she knew was that the sound of heels clicking towards the room had never woken y/n up so fast as it did in that moment.

Y/n managed to sit upright right as Gracie appeared in the doorway, y/n’s eyes struggling to open. By the looks of her hair and her confused look, it was obvious she had just woken up.

Gracie’s cheeks indented with a smile as she came closer to y/n, but there was a strange gleam in her eye. "As cute as you are waking up from a nap, didn't I give you instructions to be on your knees when I came back?" She came to the edge of the bed again and looked y/n up and down as she struggled to come out of her nap-induced haze. "And with that pretty mouth of yours wide open?"

"Sorry," Y/n said with a sigh, rubbing her face to wake herself up. "I... I fell asleep." Gracie’s eyes flickered to y/n’s hand for a moment before she reached out and took it, bringing it to her face. "What are you—"

Before you/n could ask Gracie what she was doing with her hand, Gracie pressed her nose gently against y/n’s fingers and inhaled, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When they opened again, they were deeply disappointed. Y/n’s lips parted when she realized Gracie had smelled y/n’s arousal on her fingers from when she had touched herself after Gracie left.

"On top of that, you touched yourself when I told you not to," Gracie remarked, her tone flat and irritated, but her hand held y/n’s softly.

Y/n tilted her head and looked up at Gracie pleadingly, grabbing onto the inside edge of her blazer. ”You were teasing me, Gracie,” Y/n whined, trying her best to give Gracie those eyes she could never be mad at. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Gracie’s eyebrow perked upwards, her lips forming into a pout. "Mmm, is that right? You were just too needy and slutty to help yourself, hm?"

Y/n’s cheeks flushed furiously at Gracie’s degrading choice of words. Gritting her teeth, y/n slowly nodded, accepting the degradation, which earned her an approving hum from Gracie.

"And just how do you think you could make it up to Mommy?" Gracie asked, her hand moving to caress the side of y/n’s face.

Y/n shrugged, feeling all her nerves start to alight at Gracie’s subtle touch. Y/n was, in fact, desperately needy for her, so much that it took everything in her to not fling herself at her.

Leaning closer, Gracie’s brown eyes shifted between y/n’s eyes and her lips as she moved towards her ear, pressing her lips right against the top of it and grunting, "On your knees."

Wanting to be as good as possible so that she would fuck her sooner, y/n quickly hopped off the bed and kneeled down onto the floor, sitting on her heels and looking patiently up at Gracie as she walked around the bed to stand in front of her. Never had y/n felt so small, nor had Gracie looked so tall as she stood before y/n and stared down at her with burning eyes that made y/n hot in their stare.

Y/n held her breath, waiting for Gracie to tell her what to do, to touch her, to do anything. Finally, y/n watched Gracie’s svelte fingers move to the button of her pants, the jewels of her blazer catching the light and glimmering. Instantly, y/n’s mouth started watering. Between Gracie’s smelting gaze and how slowly she was undoing her pants, y/n felt like she could just explode in excitement and desire.

"You have to make it up to Mommy for being such a bad girl," Gracie said as she unzipped her pants, reaching in them to pull out her strap. Y/n chewed her lip at the sight of it, trying to control herself as Gracie stepped closer to her. She stood with her hips jutting outwards towards y/n, a smirk playing at her lips. "Open your mouth, baby."

Doing exactly as she said, y/n opened her mouth wide for her. Gracie moved her strap to y/n’s lower lip, nudging it for a moment before sliding her length into y/n’s mouth. Once the tip hit the back of y/n’s throat, her gag reflexes kicked in for a brief moment until she got used to Gracie’s strap down her throat.

Placing her hands over Gracie’s thighs, y/n opened her eyes to see Gracie looking awfully turned on to have her cock in your/n’s mouth. Y/n could have sworn the woman had some kind of kink for putting her strap in her mouth with the way she enjoyed it and did it so often. Of course, y/n obliged, letting Gracie fuck her mouth any time she so pleased. And that's just what Gracie started to do then, as she pulled out before slowly thrusting back into y/n’s mouth, her hand holding the side of y/n’s head. Y/n tried her best to keep her mouth open as Gracie slow thrusts started to be more forceful, hitting the back of y/n’s throat and making her silently gag on impact. Gracie groaned and leaned her head back, continuing to fuck into y/n’s mouth until tears were slipping down her cheeks from her reflex being triggered so much.

Having closed her eyes, y/n froze when Gracie’s strap left her mouth and did not go back in. Opening her eyes, y/n was met with Gracie sitting on the edge of the bed and patting her lap. "Come here."

Wiping her mouth clean of her drool, y/n slowly stood up and walked towards Gracie, starting to straddle her until she stopped you.

"No," Gracie said, gently pushing y/n off her. "Lay across my lap... on your stomach." Y/n was confused at first, until she realized what Gracie was going to do. Y/n pouted in protest, and Gracie immediately tutted her tongue at y/n. "On my lap, darling."

Hesitantly, y/n crawled on the bed and laid herself over Gracie’s knees, propping herself up on her elbows on the mattress. Every inch of y/n’s skin seemed to buzz as she felt Gracie’s hand pulling her shorts and underwear down. The cold air hitting y/n’s exposed ass, she jumped slightly upon feeling Gracie’s hand caress the back of her thigh ever so softly.

When she felt a sharp and unexpected slap to her cheek, y/n yelped in surprise. Gracie chuckled darkly and rubbed the spot where she had slapped. "I have to teach you a lesson, my love," Gracie said calmly, running her hand firmly up the back of y/n’s thigh again. She grazed y/n’s core, running right past it just to deliver another slap.

As gentle as she was being, the unexpectedness of it made y/n yelp again. Gracie rubbed the area again, not giving y/n any time to recover before she spanked her again, this time delivering two hard slaps. Y/n’s knees were trembling from both desire and pain, y/n’s breath hitching in her throat when she felt Gracie’s fingers move through her folds.

The stinging pain on her ass started to fade when y/n felt Gracie’s fingers sliding up and down her slit. Y/n thighs parted for her, hips grinding against Gracie’s lap.

"Such a needy girl," Gracie commented as she ran her fingers through y/n’s wetness. "And so fucking wet."

"Gracie," y/n panted, feeling overwhelmingly turned on at the feeling of being bent over Gracie’s lap, utterly exposed and helpless as she touched her. Y/n couldn't help but lean her ass into Gracie’s hand, as much as it made Gracie laugh at y/n’s desperateness.

Gracie’s fingers, wettened by y/n’s juices, moved to her entrance and slid easily in. Y/n’s mouth fell open as Gracie’s fingers pushed into her until she was knuckle-deep, curling her fingers downward to touch y/n’s g-spot.

"Fuck," y/n breathed, pushing her face into the mattress and pushing her hips towards Gracie’s hand. Gracie groaned in delight at the sight of y/n, pumping her fingers into her pussy at a tantalizingly slow rate. Y/n ground her thighs together, desperate to feel more of Gracie.

"God, you're such a good girl," Gracie commented, her eyes catching the stains of red on y/n’s skin from where Gracie had spanked her. Y/n’s slick was coating Gracie’s knuckles at this point, and she couldn't dare keep herself from her any longer.

Moving y/n off her lap, Gracie stood up and bent her over the bed so that her upper body was flat against the mattress, y/n’s legs dangling over the side of the tall bed. Almost as soon as she felt Gracie bend her over, y/n felt Gracie spread her and shove herself inside y/n, her large cock stretching y/n’s hole. One hand held y/n’s hip while the other grabbed the back of y/n’s neck and pushed her firmly into the bed, hinging her body perfectly in Gracie’s hold so that y/n’s ass was arched to her.

Y/n moaned out as she felt Gracie fill her pussy up until her hips were flush against y/n’s. As expensive as her pants were, Gracie didn't mind it when y/n’s wetness rubbed off on the crotch of the fabric. In fact, it made her give a breathy, "Fuck," as she started to pound into y/n, not giving her enough time to adjust to her size.

"Gracie!" Y/n exclaimed, her voice muffled between the bed and her sprawled hair. Gracie’s thrusts shook y/n’s entire body, causing small rhythmic grunts to come from her throat.

"I've been waiting to fuck you all day," Gracie growled, the button of her blazer having come open sometime during her wrestle with y/n, the blazer opening to reveal the valley of her breasts and her abdomen.

The back of y/n’s neck was being bruised by Gracie’s hand, and so was y/n’s hip, but she was brainless as Gracie jackhammered into her, managing to hit y/n’s g-spot every single time, the sound of flesh slapping filling the room. Gracie’s strap rubbing her clit with every movement, Gracie’s mouth fell open in pleasure, her eyebrows creasing as she leaned her head back.

Y/n could feel the tingles of an orgasm approaching inside her, and when she heard Gracie’s moans coincide with her own, it sent y/n right over the edge. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and moaned into the mattress, feeling Gracie press her down even harder, leaning forward to burrow her face against y/n’s back as she came, her hips slowing into smaller thrusts that helped the both of them to ride their orgasms out.

Gracie panted hard against y/n’s back, her weight keeping y/n pinned against the mattress. Gracie’s hand finally released the back of y/n’s neck which now ached, moving to hold her by the waist.

"Fuck." Gracie breathed as she finally moved off y/n, slowly pulling out as she rolled over, staring up at her dazedly. Gracie smirked at her, enjoying the sight of y/n having been fucked brainless. Biting her tongue, Gracie leaned down between y/n’s legs and kissed her softly, pulling away to whisper, "I knew you'd love this outfit."

[airaibunny]

hello everyone,

as many of you have noticed, i have not been active during the past few weeks/months. at first, i kept telling myself that i just needed some time for the school semester to get up and running so that i could go back to writing, but i realized that i was dreading things settling down enough for that. don't get me wrong, i appreciate and will forever be grateful for all the love and support that you guys have given me, but i just don't find joy in writing anymore.

i have been battling with this feeling since i put out the first story on my tcubunny account, but i pushed through for a few more stories. those last few posts were very low quality and had absolutely no care put into them, you guys do not deserve that in the slightest. i would rather leave this entire account alone while it's still in pretty good shape, rather than continue putting out bad fics and let it all derail.

i have to admit, this is also partly due to the fact that i do not find the same pleasure in kpop that i previously used to. this community has been a source of comfort for me for a very long time and i've loved every second of it, but lately, i have not been as involved and i've kind of let go of all of it. i still enjoy the music, but i don't think i care about the kpop world as much anymore.

all of this to say that i cannot in good conscience keep this up. this decision hurts a lot because i know i'm losing an amazing group of people and i'm disappointing many of you, but i can't put my mental health on the line anymore nor can i make you guys stick around for bad writing.

i love you all and appreciate you infinitely,

leny 🩷

MASTERLIST (inactive)

[airaibunny]

hi! can i request xiaojun with 11, 50 and 59??? i really like your writing 🥺

i don't write bg, genuinely what about my profile gives off bg vibes?

[airaibunny]

oh boy im gonna bust

hiiii

Can I request some Taylor Swift x reader strap-on action?? <3

Point; Taylor Swift/Fem!Reader

Content: 2nd POV. Former lovers, slight angst, jealousy, infidelity, teasing, brief oral sex, tribing, strap-on sex.

If there was one thing Taylor wanted most it was to look like she wasn't bothered by whoever was on your arm tonight.

You two agreed that having mutual friends wouldn't be a problem at all, that you are both "mature" and can "handle" being around each other after your almost-relationship fell apart. Taylor walked around as if nothing about what was happening could phase her, but she was lying to herself. She would look at your post and watch your instagram stories over and over again, looking to catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar silhouette. The healthier thing to do would be to not go looking at all, but she did. She looked and every time she saw something she didn't like she felt a weird thump in her chest. She carried around that jealousy for days and eventually forgot about it; until it was time for her to hurt herself again.

To be her and this pathetic was embarrassing. It makes her feel low and when she's in a low place she acts out. She had raised her skirt to be a few inches shorter and pulled down her top. There wasn't any guarantee that you were going to budge or want her back. She was the one who had ended things, so you were well within your rights to do what you want, but she was in one of those moods where she wanted fuck everything up.

She had been eyeing you and whoever that is with you all night until she walked away leaving you alone by yourself. Taylor was bold to walk across that room and place herself right in front of you. You had no choice but to accept her presence, after all you two had agreed that you can be around each other without any problems

"Y/n! Hey!"

Taylor gets close as if the music is too loud for you to hear. You looked surprised to see her, which she liked because it means she has the upperhand.

"Hey, Tay! I didn't know you were coming. Syd didn't tell me you were coming."

Tay

A nickname many people called her, but it sounded so different coming from your mouth. The single syllable always came out of your mouth so soft and sweet and reminded her of moments when you two were alone, together.

"You know I always come to anything Sydney throws." Not exactly the truth, but you weren't going to challenge her on it which is exactly why she said it.

Taylor thought about playing nice and coy tonight, but she got straight to the point.

"So, who did you come with tonight?"

Your eyes go wide and you try to stumble through getting a sentence out. You were allowed to do what you want, but you feel like you've been caught.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, c'mon. I'm not dumb Y/n. I saw that girl you were with. Is she your girlfriend?"

You look away unable to answer because she got you. You didn't know how to answer. You were just seeing that girl in the same way you were just seeing Taylor before her, but admittedly it wasn't the same. Everything was so fun with Taylor, electrifying, and you feared that you would be searching for that with everyone you tried to date after her.

"Is that why you watch my stories? To see who I'm with?"

"Well, is she the shadow I see?"

Taylor always had the upper hand whether it be her getting the last word or making your heart beat uncontrollably. No matter how hard you tried to move on, you wanted her so bad. You two wanted things to work out but there was an underlying feeling that you two specific people would never be able to work in the way you want it to. But sex didn't require further thought on the status of one's relationship.

"Taylor. Are you really going to do this to me?"

The look in your eyes, the sound of your voice; she's got you. She keeps the shit eating grin off of her face, but she's beaming on the inside when you silently agree to ditch her date and go back to Taylor's place that was blocks away.

'You always know how to get someone into trouble while keeping your hands clean.'

You had told her that just a few weeks after knowing her. On your second day of meeting each other you were pinned to a wall with her hands down your pants. She rubbed you in the most magical way and made you cum in record time. You were embarrassed sometimes by how bad you wanted her; it offsets her embarrassing tactics to get her way.

What you missed most about Taylor was how she kissed you. She grabs your head in the most possessive way as if you would dare move away from her. She always kissed you hurriedly like you would you disappear within seconds. You found the overwhelming desperation to be endearing somehow. Her name and status left you a little enamored with her, but seeing her stripped down into her rawest form, a ball of need and desire, made you see right through her. It seemed like she needed this more than you, something that you enjoyed even though it would be a little wrong to admit out loud.

"I missed the way you taste," Taylor moans between kisses. She meant more than just the way your lips taste. She wanted to kiss and lick your skin, and to taste the sweetness between your legs. She was dominant when she got like this and you let her takeover pleasuring your body.

Taylor peppered your neck with kisses before grazing the skin with her teeth. You inhale sharply and suck your stomach in. You don't exhale until she pulls your top down to reveal your tits. 'Of course' she thinks to herself; you weren't wearing a bra tonight. The idea of you anticipating running into her excited her. She needed you to want her just as much as she wanted you.

"I want to make you cum so bad," she confesses. You spread your legs without even thinking, wanting the same thing as her.

She sucks one nipple for a few seconds before licking the skin between your tits. You bite your lip and moan in pleasure. You feel your body sinking into the softness of her bed as she moves lower. She loves that you wore a short dress that gives her better access. She pushes it up to reveal your black, lacy panties. She can vaguely see your pussy through the material, but she knows that you're wet.

She kisses your pussy through your panties just to be able to watch you lose your mind. You moan loudly for her. The moans get breathier each time she kisses your clit. She licks you once and you can feel her saliva come through the material. Each kiss makes you shake, but what feels the most intimate is when she kisses your inner thigh. She knows just how sensitive your skin gets when you're this turned on. You shiver under her touch. She tweaks your nipple with one hand and rubs her hand up and down your stomach while teasing your pussy.

All she wanted was a little taste, but her hunger was growing. She pushed the fabric to the side and licked your bare cunt.

"Such a pretty pussy," she coos into you.

You throw your head back and cry out for her.

"Fuck Taylor...fuck, fuck, fuck."

Your cries sound better than any melody she could compose, paired with how sweet your pussy taste. She was obsessed, and she doesn't know how she could've ever let this go -- let you go.

'Just a little taste...just a taste'

She has to remind herself of her own pleasuring rumbling inside of her, the pleasure she craved that made her bold enough to ask you to leave your date at the event. Taylor has spent her days just enjoying herself between her legs, proving herself to be an unselfish lover. Today she wouldn't be selfish, but she feels too feral to take her time.

Her skirt comes up to reveal her bare pussy. You wore no bra, she wore no panties, you two were like the last two pieces to complete a puzzle.

You can't help but nearly jump into her arms after you sit up. You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her. Once again, she grabs your head and kisses you back with intense passion. Her tongue slides into your mouth as she holds you tightly against her body with her arm. One hand comes running down your side and to your ass. She grabs your soft flesh before she pulls at your panties to get them off. The feeling of soft lips crashing against each other and caressing touches made you explode, but your pussy missed her touch. You absentmindedly humped the air but that wasn't satisfying enough.

Taylor knows you well enough to be able to sense your hunger. She pushes you back down onto the bed, your tits jiggle as you fall back. She straddles you, slowly lowering her wet pussy onto you. Feeling the mix of your juices makes you melt and moan. She grabs onto your leg for leverage and begins to hump your pussy. She kisses the tense muscles in your calf before she begins to moan herself.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good!" She cries out.

Taylor began to move her hips so fast that the sound of your skin slapping together sounded like all the times one of you have fucked each other from behind with a strap-on. You could feel the mess created by the two of you seeping on to your thighs. You loved how messy and sticky you two got when you rubbed your pussies together. You were hooked on the rhythm she set; steady, but not too slow.

She loved watching you beneath her. The sight of your tits moving with each thrust and how you threw your head back in pleasure. Your pleasure was at her mercy and she loved it. Your tits moved faster and your body jerked when she picked up the speed. Taylor could feel the pleasure deep in her stomach and it was ready to make its appearance. She was moaning almost as loud as you are.

"Fuck...you're going to make me cum!"

"Taylor!"

Every cry that was plucked from your throat made her weaker and weaker for you. Your eyes were shut tight and your head moved from side to side in the throes of pleasure. You looked so beautiful, and she loved watching you. It made her cum hard against your sweet pussy. Every inch of you turned her on so much.

You feel her gush against your sex and a few seconds later her contagious pleasure makes you cum too. Your fingers dig into the skin on her hips ensuring that you will leave a mark there. Taylor wasn't the only one obsessed because the rush of endorphins almost made 'I love you' slip past her lips. You had enough sense not to let lust cloud your judgment and you just moaned her name instead.

"I can't get enough of you," she whispers against your skin. You can see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch that she's not done.

"I wanna fuck you Taylor."

"You just did," she laughs breathlessly.

"No, I want to fuck you."

She now understands what you are insinuating.

"I want to fuck you, Y/n."

Taylor missed the way you reacted when she filled you inch by inch. She'd slowly watch your brain melt into a puddle as the stretch set little fires off inside of you. And the sounds of your body meeting together in desire always filled the room. You two got a little taste of it early when you rubbed pussies.

You mull over which you would enjoy more, fucking her or her fucking you? Your orgasm was so good, but left you wanting more. You see the look in Taylor's eyes you and know she's going to be adamant about wanting to fuck you, so you let her. She uses the strap you always loved and lines it up with your sopping entrance. You hold your breath as you watch her slide in. It's been so long since you've been split open like this, you could cry tears of joy.

"Oh god...don't stop!" You're already whining for her and she's barely gotten started.

"What happened to your manners?"

She pushes into you painfully slow until the tip hits the soft, spongy sweet spot inside of you. She pulls out just as slowly too, teasing you to death.

"Please! Please, Taylor, I need you so bad!"

You couldn't even hold an ounce of shame in your body if you tried to. It felt way too good. And you let her know that by moaning loudly with each thrust she was kind enough to give you. Taylor couldn't stay at that slow pace forever, she was desperate to fuck you open. She began to pound into you, her strap bullying your poor pussy every time. Feeling you cling to her was better than anything else in the world. You needed her to keep filling you up so bad and she wouldn't dare stop until you were cumming all over her strap.

"You missed this, didn't you?"

You turn your head to the side to avoid her gaze. You couldn't speak, but your moaning spoke for you. Of course you missed this. You had a chemistry with Taylor that felt rare to find. The girl you've been seeing for the last few weeks...she was kind, but she wasn't Taylor -- she wasn't what you needed.

Taylor played with your tits while fucking you. They moved in an almost hypnotic way that she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She loved how they would harden instantly in her mouth whenever she sucked on them. She loved how wet she could make you just from caressing them.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Taylor thinks to herself, 'already?'

You had came not even more than 10 minutes ago, but your pussy was so sensitive that it couldn't withstand much more. Your walls tightened around her strap, and one more poke at your g-spot and you were cumming all around the rubber toy. You mewled and arched your back like into the air. Your body went stiff as you somehow came harder than before. Pure waves of pleasure washed over you and cleared away all of your reservations about Taylor and where you two stand. When you came down from your high, your mind was spotless.

The two of you were often able to multiple last rounds with each other, but tonight felt different. You just wanted to lay there with her, limbs tangled together, and she wanted the same thing. The stillness of her bedroom brought her closer to sleep. Until you speak up.

"No."

"No, what?"

"She isn't my girlfriend."

Despite physically having you for the night, the answer to her question satisfied Taylor more than anything.