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You woke up with a pounding headache, groaning as the sunlight seeped through your curtains. Memories of the previous night were hazy. All you could recall was going out with friends for a night of fun. With a sigh, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, hoping for some clues.
As your eyes adjusted to the screen's brightness, you scrolled through your gallery, confusion turned to embarrassment when you stumbled upon a picture of you and Pieck, your arms wrapped around her, both smiling widely. Both of your cheeks were a rosy red, not sure if it was from embarrassment or being drunk. You take notice of the way Pieck's breasts are pressed against your arm.
You hastily put your phone face down, cheeks burning. What happened between you two? Your mind raced with questions as you tried to piece together the blurry fragments of the night. But you couldn't figure it out.
You've had a crush on Pieck since you met her in your biology class. It's been a couple of months now and you two have become good friends. There were multiple occasions where you wanted to tell Pieck your feelings, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship so you never brought it up.
You and Pieck haven't gone drinking with friends before, your usual hangouts involved studying at the library or a coffee shop. So when you saw that photo, all you could think about was how you definitely embarrassed yourself in front of her.
"Fuck," you groan, "I didn't do anything...I didn't do anything." You repeat not even convincing yourself. You squeeze the bridge of your nose and scrunch your eyes. The relentless pounding in your head intensifing because of the thoughts racing through your mind. You push yourself off the bed and head to your bathroom to get some aspirin. As you look up at the mirror above your sink, your eyes widen.
"Why are there lipstick marks all over me!?" you questioned. There were lipstick stains on your cheeks, leading down your jaw and neck, ending at the start of your collarbones. The thought of someone else's lips all over you causes a tingle down below.
"What the fuck happened last night," you pondered trailing your fingers against the marks. This caused you to go back to wondering what happened, trying to find clues to help you figure it out. Opening up the medicine cabinet you swallow two aspirin, and splash your face with water trying to rub off the lipstick.
Once you got most of it off you head back to your room and see your shoes on opposite ends. Seems like you wanted them off fast. Looking around more you see your earrings and bracelets neatly placed on your bedside table.
A quick memory of a woman's hands placing them on your nightstand flashes through your mind. Could it have been the same girl who left these lipstick marks all over you?
You heard buzzing and your ringtone going off on your bed. You look straight towards it. Upon seeing Sasha's name on the screen, you reach for it and answer.
"Hey, Sash."
"(Y/N)!! How are you!??"
"Ah Sasha, no yelling I have a killer headache," you groan sitting on the foot of your bed.
She chuckles, "Of course you do, you were drinking like crazy last night. I've never seen you like that before."
"Yeah I really don't know what got into me," you sigh laying back against your messy bed.
"Maybe because of Pieck?" she starts giggling, "I mean I know I've seen her pictures, but she really is pretty."
"S-shut up! It definitely wasn't because of her," you feel your face flush again, grabbing the comforter beneath you.
"You sure? As soon as she walked in you took like three shots."
"Look, I really don't remember anything from last night. What even happened?"
Sasha then breaks out in a loud and hearty laugh. "Sasha I said don't be loud!" I yell back frustrated, "Can you just tell me?"
"I don't think I should," she chuckles again.
"I need to know!" you try and plead with the girl. Your mind races wondering what's causing her to withhold information that's making her laugh. You heard her laugh echoing through the phone, causing you to sigh. "Let's just say you were the life of the party," Sasha says between laughs. "Life of the party?" you're voice evident of confusion.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually," she teases, "but I'll tell you, you did have fun. You were smiling the whole time." Sasha reassures you. You sigh out of relief this time around. "Okay well...what happened after I left the bar?"
"Well, as far as the rest of the night I have no clue. You're gonna have to ask Pieck what happened afterward."
"Pieck!? Why Pieck?" you question before hearing a click.
She hung up. Why would she hang up!? That phone call gave you more questions than answers. You lay there trying to process what Sasha said and try and put these very few pieces together. "Fuck it, I'm just gonna shower," you say to yourself. Getting up to go to the bathroom again you hear a ding.
You check your phone hoping that it was Sasha giving you more answers.
Pieck [9:26 A.M.]
Are you awake yet?
Your heart rate rises as you look at the name. Fuck, fuck, fuck, not now. You want to ignore the message but you couldn't get yourself to do it. Reluctantly you pull up your chat with Pieck.
You [9:27 A.M.]
Yeah, I am, but I have a raging headache.
Pieck [9:27 A.M.]
Oh no! Have you taken some advil or drank some coffee?
Your heart skips a beat seeing how caring Pieck is.
You [9:28 A.M.]
I've taken some aspirin but I still gotta eat
Pieck [9:28 A.M.]
That's perfect! I haven't eaten either let's go grab some food :)
You gulp at the thought. There's no way you could see her if you didn't know what happened last night. What if you had said or done something embarrassing? You throw your phone back on your bed and pace back and forth, biting your thumb slightly.
Another flash of last night appears in your head, you stumbling to get to your bed and Pieck helping you not fall over. The memory is still somewhat hazy but you know for a fact that it was Pieck. You recall her gentle touches, and light laughter as she guided you. This memory plus what Sasha told you earlier is starting to make sense. Did Pieck bring you home last night?
Another ding erupts from your phone. You realized you got too distracted remembering last night, that you forgot to text Pieck back. You rush back to check your phone, almost sliding on your bed.
Pieck [9:34 A.M.]
If you want we can just grab dinner instead :) I know you aren't feeling the best rn
You [9:34 A.M.]
Yes!
You [9:35 A.M.]
I'll meet you for dinner say around 7? Just send me the place you wanna go and I'll meet you there
Pieck [9:35 A.M.]
Sounds good! I'll send the address later
You release a heavy sigh from your nose, grateful for Pieck giving you an excuse to delay seeing her. This gives you time to figure things out.
———
It's hours later and your headache has subsided, but your anxiety has not. You weren't able to figure out anything else that happened last night and you feel like a nervous wreck. Pieck picked out a somewhat nice restaurant, which was odd since you've never gotten anything this nice with her. You decided to just wear a white button-up and some semi-nice black pants.
Walking up to the front entrance to the restaurant you notice Pieck sitting outside patiently waiting for you. Your heart skipped a beat taking in her appearance. She was wearing a dress that complemented her figure. It was dark red, tight, and very much low-cut. You try your hardest to not look at her cleavage. The way her legs were crossed showed off her calves. Your mind wondered what it would be like to kiss up her gorgeous legs.
As you approach her she looks up and her eyes light up. "Hey there," she greets you, her voice soft and inviting. The butterflies in your stomach greatly intensify, but you try and swallow them trying to not make it obvious. "Hi," you say, "I hope I didn't leave you waiting long."
"Not at all, I only got here a couple minutes ago," she says getting up and grabbing your right arm. Pieck was normally a touchy person so her grabbing you wasn't out of the ordinary. But the way she squeezed you seemed a little different.
As you both walked to your table all you could hear was your heartbeat and the sound of her heels clacking on the floor. Something seems off tonight. You no longer have time to think as you've already arrived at your booth.
Sitting across from her you try and act like normal, but couldn't help yourself from twiddling your thumbs nervously. There was a slight tension in the air, palpable by the both of you.
"So," Pieck starts up, "how's your day been so far?" She tries to get a conversation going, a gesture to ease your nerves. You manage a light chuckle, realizing her efforts. "Well it's been...interesting," you answer, opting for a vague response. Pieck then laughs, her eyes holding a bit of curiosity.
The waiter approaches your table, "So ladies, are we starting with any drinks tonight?" Pieck's eyes flicker at yours, catching them in the corner of your eye. "Just a water for me, please," you reply and the waiter nods. "I'll just have a Diet Coke," Pieck pipes up, the waiter leaving after jotting it down.
"What no drinking tonight?" The tips of your ears turn red as you make eye contact with her. "No, I'm not much of a drinker," you chuckle awkwardly, knowing that last night definitely didn't prove that. Trying to avoid confrontation you grab your menu and start looking. Holding it high enough to cover your face. You hear a slight laugh come from her side of the table, causing you to sink lower in your seat.
You both look at your menus, still sitting in the quiet. The waiter comes back with your drinks and takes both of your orders. Once he left, Pieck is determined to get a conversation going.
"Anything interesting on your mind today?" Pieck asks while ripping the paper off her straw and placing it in her glass. The question causes the air to shift. You hesitate for a second wondering if you should tell her. Anxiety turns that down immediately, "No not really, I've just been catching up on schoolwork."
"Oh?" she questions taking a slip through her straw, "still working on the weekends I suppose."
Your eyes flicker straight to her plump lips, seeing the way they scrunch to suck up her soda. You wonder how it would feel like if she was sucking on—
You immediately realize where you were looking and look back at her face hoping she didn't notice. "Yeah, I've been meaning to catch up on some assignments."
"I didn't know you were behind, you could've asked me to help I would've loved to," she replies after releasing the straw. Why did she say 'loved' like that? You feel your heart beating faster, confusion filling your mind again. "Well, it's not for bio so I didn't think you would be able to," you hope that's enough to end this strange conversation. You begin to wonder why you even agreed to go out, you should've just stayed home.
Then the food came, and Pieck smiles at the waiter gratefully. There. That. That's why. The way she smiles gives you a warm feeling in your stomach. The way she thanks the waiter with her gentle voice. How she politely laughs at his—pretty basic—joke. Damn her laugh just feels like a drug to you. You want to hear more of it, and other sounds that could come out of her mouth...
You thank the waiter as well when he places your plate in front of you. Thankfully, this causes a good buffer. You both begin to talk about how wonderful the food is. "Isn't it crazy that I've never been here before?" you ask before placing a piece of steak in your mouth.
"Really? I would've assumed you've been here before."
"Why's that?"
"Well you live nearby and this place is somewhat popular."
This causes you to pause for a split second. Pieck's never been to your place besides...last night. You do not want to be thinking about last night. "Yeah, I guess that's true," you say a bit quietly.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Pieck asks noticing the change in tone. She puts her fork down and leans against the table. Trying your hardest to not notice her breasts pushing against her forearms. "No! Not at all...it's just," you trail off at the end.
"Just what?"
"You've only been to my place once and it was last night," you cringe a bit at the thought of the conversation that's going to pursue. "Oh," she smiles, with a look in her eyes you haven't seen before.
"That's it? No other comments?" you question confused.
"Well I mean, you were pretty wasted. Someone had to make sure you got home safe," she chuckles like it's obvious. Well, that's because it was obvious. But the whole idea of Pieck being the one who brought you home stirs up your stomach. "But you remember going home with me?" she pipes up bringing a fork full of pasta to her mouth.
"N-no," you look down, your cheeks and nose turning pink, "I don't remember much from last night. Sasha was no help she basically just laughed in my face and hung up on me."
Her lips curve into a playful smile, her eyes glint. "Ah the mysteries of last night," she chuckles a bit, "I wonder what did happen."
"Oh god, not you too," you groan, a mix of frustration and amusement in your tone. Pieck playing into it just confuses you more, causing you to shift in your seat. She takes another sip of her drink, "It'd be more fun if you tried to remember it on your own, isn't it?" she teases, her eyes locking with yours, trying to see if you really don't remember.
"C'mon at least give me a hint or something," you implore, trying to get any information out of her. Pieck's gaze lingers, amusement plastered on her face. "Let's just say you did a couple of unexpected things," she vaguely answers, the tip of her finger circling the rim of her glass. You take notice of the action, gulping, confusion turning into a bit of worry.
Once you guys finish your meals the waiter stops by and offers dessert. You share a glance with Pieck, silently agreeing that it wasn't desired. She politely declines for the both of you, and you pay the bill.
Leaving the restaurant, Pieck is wrapped around your arm again, causing you to feel like your heart is caught in your throat. It's as if you could feel the curve of her breasts a lot more clearly than before. Trying to ignore those thoughts, you exit the restaurant. The feeling of the crisp night air hits you. You notice Pieck shiver from the temperature change.
"You look cold," you note, looking down at her. Pieck laughs it off but the shiver is obvious. "I'm fine really," she insists, trying to downplay it but her body goes against her as she shivers again. You really wish you brought a jacket to keep her warm.
"Well, I have a fireplace at my place," you offer, "if you want you could come over and warm up...and maybe tell me more about last night."
Pieck glances up at you, a look on her face that you can't read. "Are you sure?" she asks playfully. You nod trying to steady your voice, "Yeah why not? Like you said it's not too far from here."
———
Stepping into your apartment, you both kick off your shoes at the entrance. As Pieck looks around, you motion towards your living room. "Make yourself at home," you say with a smile, "did you want me to grab you a drink?"
"Wine sounds good right now, thanks," she responds as she walks to the couch. You couldn't help but stare at the curve of her ass as she walks away. Shaking your head, you go to the kitchen grabbing two wine glasses and pouring red wine into both of them. You walk into the living room and see Pieck sitting on your couch with her legs crossed.
"Please."
You pause in your tracks.
"Please, Pieck. I need it."
Once again memories flash in your mind: You're on your knees in front of Pieck while she sits on the couch, with her legs crossed. Slurring your words you manage to say, "Please Pieck. I need it. I need you."
No, no, no, no. You didn't—you couldn't have—
"Please Pieck, I need you to fuck me."
Your stomach sinks, as your memory floods back. The weight of your embarrassment and realization intensifies. Glancing at Pieck you notice she's distracted looking at her phone. Your face turns red and you shake your head. You place the glasses quickly on the coffee table and rush to the restroom. You lock the door rolling up your sleeves feeling hot.
Gripping the edge of the sink all you could do was try and figure out what the fuck to do. Why the fuck did you drink around her? You hear a knock at the door, causing you to hold your breath. "Everything okay in there?" Pieck asks, her voice muffled through the door.
"Y-yeah! Sorry, I'm just freshening up!" you turn the sink on to make it believable. "Alright...is it okay if I use your TV?" she asks.
"Yup, that's fine! I'll be out in a bit," you reply, your mind racing trying to compose yourself. Hearing Pieck's footsteps grow distant. With an exhale, you shut off the sink and step out of the bathroom.
Approaching the living room, Pieck is sitting on the couch again flipping through Netflix. You head over and turn on the fireplace, "I did promise a fireplace," you awkwardly joke. A polite laugh escapes her lips as she finally chooses a show. She grabs her glass of wine and sits back. Causing you to remember that memory again. You gulp.
You grab your glass and sit on the couch as well, sitting a good amount away from her but not enough that it's obvious. "You think you should be drinking?" Pieck asks you, teasing. You manage to cough up a nervous chuckle.
"Trust me when I say I need this..." you reply to her banter, taking a big sip, the warmth of the wine providing temporary comfort.
"And why would you need it?" she asks, her gaze turning to you, her voice seeming deeper. The flickering of the fireplace casts a glow on her face. You meet her penetrating gaze, a warmth spread throughout your body. Not sure if it was from the wine or from the way she was observing you. You take a deep breath, and muster up the courage, "Okay, fine. Maybe it has to do with...last night."
Her eyes linger on your face, searching for something more in your expression. Her eyes hold a knowing depth sending a shiver down your spine. "Go on," she scoots closer slightly, her interest piqued.
"I...I remember bits a pieces," you being wary, heat rushing to your cheeks again. "I remember stumbling a lot, slurring my words...and maybe asking you something that I can't bring myself to say now."
Pieck's eyes widen ever so slightly, and she gets even closer to you, "Why don't you try for me?" she asks placing her glass of wine on the coffee table.
You shift between looking at her right and left eye before answering, "And then...I asked you to.." you trail off, the embarrassment seeming to stop you.
"Say it for me pretty girl," her hand finds its way to your chin, her thumb resting below your bottom lip.
"I- I uhm," you stammer, "I asked you to fuck me," you admit the words seem bittersweet on your tongue. Your words lingered in the air, you felt like hours had passed due to the silence. Waiting for Pieck to do something, say anything, but she doesn't.
Not being comfortable in the silence you ask, "Well...uh did we?" your eyes shift away from her gaze. She squeezes your chin, causing you to maintain eye contact. "Of course not silly, you were drunk," she says as if it were normal banter when clearly the position you guys are in is the opposite.
You felt relieved but also a tinge of sadness. Of course, you've loved to have slept with her, but you also wanted to remember it. She looks away from you to grab your glass from your hand and puts it down. Pieck's eyes lock onto yours again, her hand back in her previous position.
"W-well why wouldn't you tell me that sooner! You've known this whole time and said nothing?"
She chuckles a bit, "I wanted you to figure it out on your own, makes it more fun." Her thumb now rubbing side to side, just grazing your lip. You look down at her thumb, curious by her ministrations.
"Nuh, uh. Look at me," she ends with squeezing your chin again. Not wanting to disobey you look at her eyes. "Good girl."
Those two words cause you to quietly whimper. You were wildly confused. Was she into you too? But there was no way she could be. Could she? Why else would she be sitting here like this? She literally just called you a 'good girl' but it just doesn't seem real.
She sees the confusion in your eyes and starts toying with your bottom lip. The blush on your cheeks have never felt this hot. "Can I kiss you?" you muster up to ask. "At least you asked this time," she responds getting right up to your face.
This response causes you to pull back, "W-what do you mean this time!?"
This question causes her to laugh, "Who did you think left those lipstick marks on you?" she sits up, "You wanted hickeys so I could 'mark you up'. But I didn't want you regretting anything, so I did the next best thing."
"So we've already kissed? And I don't remember it at all!?" The realization caused you to panic a bit, and you began to freak out, trying to collect your thoughts. Pieck notices your distress and moves right next to you. Her knees are up against your lap.
"Hey, hey," she says gently, her voice soothing you as she pets your head, "C'mon look at me."
You try and calm yourself, the feeling of Pieck's hand on you and her voice helping ease your worry. You take a deep breath and look up, you see her gentle eyes. "I can help you remember," she says leaning down and placing her lips against yours.
The kiss is gentle and sweet like she's trying to savor it. She pulls away after a couple of seconds, but the taste of her lips still lingers. "So did that seem familiar?" she questions, a light tinge of pink covering her cheeks.
"I think I need to try again to figure it out," you say bringing your lips back to hers, this time a little more aggressive. Catching her off guard, she gasps slightly. She lifts her leg over your lap and sits down causing her dress to scrunch up.
You take this opportunity to gently grab her waist, squeezing it. Her hands find their way to the back of your head, pulling down on your hair. This causes you to moan, allowing her to slip her tongue in. She moves her hips a slightly in your lap, making more of her thighs exposed.
"Fuck.." you whisper pulling away. She places her forehead against yours, your breaths intertwining. You couldn't help but look down at her in your lap, trying to savor it. Just the view of her like this makes you want to touch her all over. With your hands. With your lips. With your tongue.
"Yeah, yeah, I know I'll get to it," Pieck jokes, causing you to giggle, her voice sounding warmer by the second. You bite your lip, suddenly feeling your head tip upward. Pieck's thumb gently pushes your jaw, guiding your head. Caught off guard, her administration causes a shiver down your spine, the room seeming to spin.
You rub your hands up and down her half-exposed thighs. "I can't believe I finally get to touch you," you confess between breathy moans, the words tumbling from your lips. Pieck's lips moved to your neck, slowly and intentionally sending waves of pleasure through you.
The sensation of her lips against your skin sets your skin ablaze. With each kiss you feel more intoxicated by her, falling deeper under her spell. Your mind is lost in desire and longing. She began sucking on your pulse point, causing a moan to escape your lips.
"Oh yeah?"
The sound of her kisses and your breath starts filling the room. You open your eyes and notice the glow from the TV, it now being long forgotten. Maybe it wasn't ever remembered. "I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to touch me," she comments becoming a bit more aggressive. "I've been wanting to feel you beneath me for so long."
A flood rushed beneath you after hearing her words. You rut your hips up from the feeling. "Eager are we?" she teases with a kiss to your lips.
"Was that not obvious already?" you flirt back, grabbing her waist and flipping her underneath you, setting her on the couch. Causing her to giggle. You kneel on the ground in front of her, between her knees. Both your hands on each of them, spreading them a bit.
"Y'know," Pieck grabs your jaw sharply, "this reminds me a lot of last night," she turns your head from side to side as if she's trying to study every angle of you. Your cheeks flush red, and your heart rate speeds up. "You're lucky you get to remember," you pout.
"Well you're sober this time, so you won't forget," she says releasing you from her grip.
You slowly move your hands up and down her thighs again, going higher each time. "I'll remember this day forever," you say under your breath placing a kiss on her inner knee. You bring your hands underneath Pieck's dress, grabbing the fat of her thighs. Wondering what it would be like crushed between them. You feel around for her panties, find them, and curl your fingers around both sides.
You were about to pull down before a hand suddenly found its way to the top of your head. "What do you think you're doing?" Pieck questions in a demanding tone.
"I...I thought you," you say confused.
She pulls your head to the side, causing you to hiss. "Good girls ask for permission, don't they?"
"Mhm, mhm you're right. I'm sorry Pieck."
"That's okay baby," she releases her grip, "you know now," petting your head as she lets your head go back to how it was previously.
"Well could I take them off?" you question eagerly.
"Take what off baby?" she teases.
"Your...underwear."
"Of course my good girl, thank you for asking," she answers stroking your cheek. You waste no time in sliding them off, Pieck raising her hips to help you. Her panties are lacy and dark green. Once you pull them down far enough, you notice how wet she is. Her desire was very much evident.
This causes you to look up at her, finding her intently watching your actions. Her porcelain skin now has a pink hue to it, Pieck's eyes blown out filled with lust. You lick your lips and look back down at her plush thighs. You squish them again, scooting even closer to her core.
Pieck grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up above her hips. You hold your breath at the sight, of her fat pussy, lips glistening in her arousal. You grab her ass and scoot her closer to your face. The smell of her was delicious, all you wanted to do was devour her.
She gasps in surprise, "I knew you would end up inviting me over, I'm irresistible," she laughs.
"That's definitely...true," you agree savoring the scent of her. You start kissing her inner thighs, licking up on the skin next to her pussy, then another lick on the opposite side.
"Stop being such a tease, and suck on my clit," she orders shoving your head into her core. Your eyes widen as your lips make contact. She immediately releases a sweet moan. The hand on your head tries to push you closer.
You stick your tongue out licking up and down her lips, she tastes just as good as she smells. Pieck's head snaps back, resting against the top of the couch. You look up seeing her reaction, smiling to yourself that you could get her like this.
Her moans are becoming a melody to your ears. You wrap your arms around her thighs and place her knees on your shoulders. Your tongue traveled from her entrance to her clit, lightly sucking on the bud before twirling your pink muscle around it.
Pieck's ankles cross behind your head pushing you closer, her plush thighs squeezing the sides of your head. "Fuck yes baby, keep going," she moans out gripping your hair. Her words giving you more motivation, licking and sucking rougher. You swirled your tongue around her clit, Pieck's breathing becoming heavier.
You can feel her thighs tensing up, her fingernails starting to dig into your scalp. "Fuck," you moan into her, your words causing vibrations on her pussy. You could feel the amount of arousal on your chin, reveling in the feeling. "You taste so fucking good," you say muffled between her thighs.
Her moans become louder before one gets caught in her throat as she starts twitching. She came. You got Pieck to cum, and you couldn't be happier.
You keep your tongue on her, helping her ride out her orgasm. You don't let up until you feel her pushing your head away. Getting up you sit on your coffee table, your hands at your sides gripping the edge. A goofy grin on your face that you even know was plastered on.
All you were focused on was post-orgasm Pieck. The way her chest was heaving up and down, and how red her skin had gotten. She had her eyes closed trying to catch her breath. You lick your lips still tasting her on them, trying not to moan. Wiping your chin you notice Pieck has finally opened her eyes.
"How was that?" you ask as if it wasn't obvious. She scoots up, her eyes still blown out. Her breath was still a little unsteady, "Really?" she chuckles, "What do you think baby girl?"
The nickname causes you to clench. You were so focused on Pieck that you forgot about your own arousal building up. Trying your best to be confident you reply, "Pretty well?" The answer sounds more like a question.
"Yeah, I'd say so. Now come here," she says grabbing your collar, crashing your lips on hers. Pieck shoves her tongue in your mouth immediately, she moans at the taste of herself. You're standing with both hands on either side of her head. You bring your knee up between her thighs, pressing against her core. This causes her to moan and flinch beneath you.
She pushes you off, making you feel lonely without her lips. "You. Bed. Now," she demands. Pieck bossing you around makes your clit twitch.
"Yes ma'am," you reply going straight to your room. Your mind racing as you feel her eyes on you as she trails behind. Opening up your bedroom door you feel relief shower over you since you decided to clean earlier in the day. Your room is no longer the mess it was left in from last night.
Leaving the door open for her to get in, you hear her close it behind her. Suddenly you feel nervous. More nervous than you were before kissing her, more than being between her thighs. Why were you so nervous? You already know that she's into you.
Breaking you from your thoughts you feel her arms wrap around your shoulders from behind. Pieck's shorter than you, but that also means her face ends up next to your ear. You feel her hot breath against your right ear, feeling your body turn red and warm.
"You looked so fucking pretty between my thighs," she comments nipping on your earlobe. Her hands wander down to the front of your shirt buttons, "Is this okay?"
You nod your head as you bite your lip. "I'm gonna need words darling," she ends with a more aggressive bite to your neck. "F-fuck," you moan, "Yeah it's okay," you reply caught off guard. She begins to pop off each button one by one, while still attacking your neck. You lean your head back against her shoulder, giving her more access.
Once the front of your shirt is wide open you feel the cold air hitting your torso. Goosebumps cover your skin, even though you are feeling insanely hot. Her hands find their way to your stomach. They were so fucking warm, so comforting. You couldn't help but moan at the contact. Pieck's chuckle vibrates against your skin.
She sucks on your neck, hard. That's definitely going to leave a mark. But fuck, you know that in your drunken state, you were right. You wanted Pieck to mark you up, make you hers. You also knew that her leaving hickeys so high up is gonna be hard to cover up, but you leave that problem for your future self.
She starts to slowly rub up and down your sides "Your skin is so soft," she ends with squeezing down, her nails digging into your skin, "makes me feel a little bad for wanting to scratch it up." You whimper at her words, wanting to feel her more. "Please," you beg.
"I know baby, I'll get there soon. I just want to take my time," she bites on your neck again, "Wanna see how worked up I can get you."
Why can't she just fuck you now? You've been worked up ever since you kissed her. She knows that too, she just wants to mess with you. And it fucks up your head. You feel yourself writhing beneath her hands, whining.
"God you're desperate for me huh?" Pieck teases as she pulls your shirt off you. The question makes you feel embarrassed, but she's so right. You've been wanting her for months but didn't think it was possible. Until now.
"Yes. So desperate," you agree, turning around to face her. She's biting her lip while looking at your figure. You feel hot under her gaze, "W-what?"
"Nothing, you're just hot," she pushes you onto your bed. You land on your back with your legs off the edge. She's on top of you in no time, leaving hickeys on your chest while her hands roam your body. Your hands find their way into her hair, caressing her head.
You love the feeling of her lips and tongue on you but you want more—scratch that—need more. As much as you enjoyed bringing her to orgasm, you found it kind of unfair that you hadn't even gotten close.
"Pieck c'mon," you whine, writhing beneath her. She doesn't respond verbally but her hands are on your breasts, massaging them over your bra before making their way underneath. Pieck then pinches your nipples harshly, causing a high-pitched moan to escape your lips. She chuckles, "Is this what you wanted?"
You nod your head frantically not wanting to open your mouth, trying not to moan and embarrass yourself more. Her hand snakes behind your back and unclips your bra quickly. You help her take it off, and she pauses again just looking down at you. Her hands are still playing with your nipples, seeing the way you react.
All this staring causes your blush to go lower, down to your chest. This was why you were embarrassed. Pieck was gonna see you naked. But as much as that embarrassed you—it excited you.
"You look so pretty like this. But I want to see more," she says breathlessly looking at your chest, now covered in bluish-purple splotches. Pieck brings her hand down to your belt buckle and undoes it, sliding it off your pants. "This could be useful," she comments to herself, but loud enough for you to hear. You look at your belt in her hand, she's clutching it like she's thinking about something. Is she really going to use it on you?
"Turn over," she commands getting off of you. You whimper missing the warmth of her body. "Wait, what? You're serious?" you question frantically looking between her face and the belt, "My pants aren't even off!?"
"I told you before. I'll get to it. Now turn over," her voice is firm, not wanting to waste time. You look at her face again, making eye contact. Noticing that her eyes are saying that you don't have to, it's still your choice—besides her words saying otherwise. You nod at her before flipping over onto your stomach, putting your wrists crossed against your back.
Pieck walks back over to you and leans against your back. Her lips are right next to your ear, "That's my good girl," she ends her sentence placing a kiss on your upper back. She grabs your wrists and loops both of them with your belt, tightening it with the buckle. It's tight and restraining but not enough to hurt, it's somewhat comfortable?
Before you could think more she flips you over again, her hands on your waistband. "I was curious about when you were going to finally confess to me," she pops the button to your pants.
"W-what? Finally?" you ask confused.
"Yeah I mean you've been," she pauses as she unzips your zipper, "pretty obvious about it. You stare a lot. Especially during dinner." She grabs your pant loops and starts to shimmy down your pants. Even though you were embarrassed you couldn't help yourself raising your hips to help her out.
"To be honest, I'm surprised you never noticed me staring too."
Your pants are halfway down your thighs now. Your gray panties very clearly have a darker spot in the center. But you can't even think about that right now. She's known? You didn't think you were that obvious about it, she never commented on it. How were you supposed to know she's known? Also, she's been staring at you too!? This isn't what you expected to happen tonight.
Her eyes dart straight to that wet spot, breaking eye contact with you. She doesn't even bother taking your pants off anymore and brings her thumb straight to your core. Pieck drags it up and down, looking up at you for your reaction. Your eyes are squeezing shut trying not to think about how dumb you've been for the past few months.
She stops when she notices your face, "Oh my god, are you okay?" She rises to be face-to-face with you, causing you to open your eyes. Her eyes were gentle, really worried about you. Fuck what were you supposed to say now?
"Yes...please don't stop," you beg raising your hips. Her hand caresses your cheek, "Are you sure?" she pecks your lips, "you seem uncomfortable."
"I'm just...embarrassed about how dumb and obvious I was," you cringe at yourself. Suddenly her hand is back at your crotch, "Oh but it was cute! I loved getting you nervous." Pieck then puts pressure on your clit with her middle finger. You bite back your moan, holding eye contact with her. Her eyes are still soft but everything else she's doing is the opposite. She's getting more aggressive, her index finger was added. They're stroking up and down the sides of your clit. Pieck pinches it between her knuckles causing you to hiss, your head shooting back. "Fuc-...Pieck," you moan breathlessly.
"I like it when you say my name like that baby," she pulls your underwear to the side, the cool air hitting your lips. She slides her finger across, the moan from your mouth was nothing short of pornographic. "You sound so pretty."
Pieck lowers her body down, her face inches above your core. "So wet for me," she inserts her middle finger into your sopping hole, just up to her first knuckle, before removing it to coat the rest of your lips with your slick. You whine at the contact, and then at the loss of it. She's taking her time with you, teasing you. This is driving you mad. You rut your hips against her hand, "Please Pieck."
"What is it baby?" she say circling your clit but not directly touching it.
You gulp, now you know why she's being like this. She wants you to beg her like you did last night. Goddamnit. Pieck definitely knows it embarrasses you, but she wants to hear it. Hear how much you really want her. Her finger is getting ever so close to where you need her to be.
"Please fuck me Pieck."
That's all it took before she attacks your clit with two fingers. Circling it rapidly before dragging them down to push them inside you. Her mouth is soon on your clit, a guttural moan escapes you. Finally. Finally.
Pieck's fingers were going in and out of you at a slow pace making sure you get used to it before speeding up. Her tongue now moving around in figure eights, while her right hand is pressing down on your lower stomach. You try and open your legs up more before realizing you couldn't. Your pants were still only lowered down to your mid-thigh.
She sees your attempt and laughs, the vibrations making you more turned on. But that laugh made you wonder if it was her plan all along to have them restrict your legs. She already did so with your hands, so you wouldn't be surprised.
You're brought back to reality when her fingers push into a certain spot, and you feel your whole body twitch at the feeling. "Found it," she says muffled between your folds. Pieck's slender fingers are now going in and out of you at a faster speed, hitting your sweet spot every time.
Your orgasm was approaching fast, you could feel it building up. Your hips grinding up into Pieck's actions whining and moaning. Pieck takes this as a sign to take this a step further. Her fingers twisting and curling at the same time.
This does it. You feel your body freeze up before feeling constant twitching. You have no control of the gasps and moans leaving your mouth. Pieck slows down her movements while riding out your orgasm. She doesn't stop until all that she can hear is heavy breathing.
She raises her head up, a smile appears on her rosy face. You can't help but laugh at her appearance.
"Bold thing for you to do after I just made you cum," she says while straddling your stomach. You could feel her wetness on your skin. Apparently she's enjoying this as much as you are.
She decides to put on a show for you—slowly stroking up her sides with her fingertips. Squeezing her breasts before bringing down her hands to the bottom of her dress. As she raises it up your eyes soak in every inch of her. Her hips creasing with her thighs. The way her stomach looked so soft, and how you wanted to kiss it. And then it got to her breasts. Oh god. The way they bounced when released of the confinements of her dress. Pretty pink nipples that were hard as rocks.
Once her dress is fully off her, her hair flows down to her shoulders. She's now completely nude and on top of you. You try and reach out to touch her only to be reminded that your belt is still holding you back. The feeling of the faux leather digs into your wrists, "Oh please let me touch you, you look so fuckin' sexy right now."
The woman above you hums before responding, "I'll think about it, but it's hard to not give in when you're so cute begging." She fluffs up her hair before you scoot your legs up placing your feet flat against the bed. Your thighs push up against her ass suddenly, causing her to tumble forward. She catches herself by placing her hands on either side of your head. Her hair drooping down, seemingly caging in both of your faces.
Pieck widened her eyes but had an intrigued look on her face, she bites her lip before asking, "What was that?" You laugh before looking up at her with pleading eyes, "Pieck please I just wanna touch you all over, make you feel good." You pout your lip hoping that's enough.
Instead of answering she places a peck against your lip before letting up. "Fine baby, fine," she reluctantly agrees before getting off you and sitting to the side. "Turn over for me pretty girl."
You take no time in flipping yourself over, hearing her gentle laugh following your action. She grabs the buckle and undoes it, the second you have enough room to wiggle out—your hands slide through the gaps. Pushing yourself up you stand up and bring your pants and panties straight down your legs.
"That was in the fucking way," you complain before jumping on the beautiful woman sitting on your bed. Your lips find hers immediately and your hands go down to her breasts. You start fondling them while you feel her tongue make her way into your mouth. You may physically be on top of her but you both know that she's really the one in control.
You squeeze her waist hard causing a squeal to come out of her mouth. "Goddamn you're built like a goddess," you look her up and down unable to tear your eyes away from her torso. "I couldn't have ever imagined how beautiful you were underneath your clothes." You start kissing down her jaw, leading down to her neck.
"Oh? Does this mean you've imagined me naked before?" she teases a little out of breath.
"Of course I have, so many times. It was driving me mad just sitting next to you sometimes." You place kisses on her skin between every word. The smell of her floral perfume mixed with her sweat was becoming your favorite scent. "You have the most perfect fucking body, skin, everything. I don't know how you're even built like this."
You've lowered yourself enough to be eye-level with her breasts, and you lick your lips. "Can I?" You question, knowing that she won't let you unless you ask first. Her hand is on the back of your head again before answering, "You better."
Your mouth is on her right nipple while your left hand is massaging her left breast. Her back arches against your body. Your tongue swirls around her peak, your other hand roaming her stomach. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. You switch to the opposite nipple sucking on it hearing how much she's enjoying this. Pieck is releasing soft moans while stroking your hair. Her other hand is on your upper back, dragging her nails across your skin.
You relish in the sensation of her nails. You release her nipple with a pop before smiling at her. "I could suck on these all day, fuck."
"As much as I'd enjoy that," she pauses sitting up, "I have something else in mind." She places her index finger on the center of your chest and pushes you back onto the bed.
"And what's that?" you giggle, with a thump following your landing.
"Well I think it's quite obvious darling. I wanna feel your pussy on mine."
Your eyes widen at her bluntness, "O-oh?"
"Why are you acting so surprised? We were gonna get there eventually." She scoots closer to you while placing her hands on your knees and spreading them. Your pussy opening up, becoming more exposed.
You take this moment to look her up and down again. This whole night has felt surreal. The way she looks at you like your her property. You just want her to use you like you are.
When you look back up at her face you realize she's staring right at you. "What is it?" She questions with a squeeze to your knee.
"Use me," you say before you could even process the words.
This causes Pieck to be taken aback. "What?"
You hold your breath, the fuck did you just say? No, no, you're here already just own up to it. "I said I want you to use me," you reply more confidently, "...please?" Before ending off more submissive than you had hoped.
Her face becomes more flushed, "Okay baby, but you asked for it." Pieck's pussy lips slot against yours before she begins grinding on you fast. Both of you are moaning at the same time. The wetness between you two are making it easier to slide against one another.
You try your best to try and grind up into her with the same rhythm but she's going so fast that you can't keep up. The way her clit catches on yours makes your back arch. This gives Pieck more access to you.
Her nails are now digging into the skin of your knees, she's putting more pressure on your core. They way her hips rut against you—fast and hard—like she's trying to bring you both to orgasm quickly. As much as you'd want her to slow down so you could savor it, you also want to cum.
And that wasn't going to take long since you were still sensitive from your last orgasm. "Fu-fuck," you moan, "I'm c-close." You say between breaths and moans.
"Mm already?" she asks panting, "But I've only just gotten started." Her pace doesn't let up, she holds eye contact with you. You cover your face with your hands to hide behind. "Move your hands or I'll tie them back up again," she orders slowing down her hips.
You whine since you were at the edge of release, reluctantly you move your hands down to your sides again. "That's what I thought," she comments before picking up her pace again.
The sounds of your slick mixing with hers causes you to blush. You were so turned on by the woman above you it was clear as day. But it was also obvious that you turned her on too. The thought of that shoots lighting to your clit causing you to cum. Your hips rut up against hers not being able to control it.
Bliss fills your body as you reach your peak again. Pieck is staring at you the whole time, not stopping or slowing down her movements. You start to become overstimulated, and you try and grab her waist before she swats you away.
You whine, "Pleas' it's t-too much."
"I don't care. I'm not done yet." She grabs your waist changing the angle that she rubs against you. The new feeling causes your eyes to water, you bite the back of your hand to try and not squeal out.
"Awh are you crying baby?" Pieck asks while rutting against with you a harsh thrust. "This is what you wanted though."
You nod your head in response unable to form words. Subconsciously you're grinding your hips against hers again. "See you like just being my toy. Even if you have to cum over and over again if I'm not satisfied you'll just let me use you as much as I please," Pieck says becoming more out of breath.
Her words don't help when you're trying to hold back your third orgasm. You couldn't handle becoming even more overstimulated afterwards—since you knew she wasn't going to stop anytime soon. All that comes out of you are muffles cries and whines.
You hear her laugh as she wraps her lips against your nipple. Fucking fuck. There's no way in hell you're going to be able to hold it in now. What is this woman doing to you? It's like she already knows how to push your buttons.
"P-Pieck," you say with a shaky voice. Your body arches against her while you grind your hips upward.
"Mhm what is it darling?" she asks her voice a bit shaky as well, "You gonna cum again?"
You nod your head, feeling tears drip from the corner of your eyes. "Then cum for me, cum all over my pussy again."
This shoots you over the edge. You're brought to your third orgasm of the night. All you could think and feel was your orgasm. Your body feeling tingly, thinking about how wonderful it feels to be cumming due to Pieck.
As you are coming down from your high you realize that Pieck's hips are no longer moving against yours. You look down to see her forehead resting on your chest. Her hot breath coating your skin. You bring your hand to her back, rubbing it softly.
"You cum too?" you ask quietly.
"Mhm," is all she musters up to say.
You laugh a little as you bring your other hand up to hug her. "Don't," she pauses, "think I'm done with you yet. I just need a breather." Her voice was a bit weak but it was still somewhat stern.
"What? You didn't give me a breather," you giggle feeling her get up from your grasp. She steadies herself by grabbing your waist. Your cores are still connected, you're sensitive yet comfortable in the warmth.
"That's cause-" she moans getting off of you, a string of slick connecting the two of you before it breaks, "I didn't want you to." She gets off the bed filling your mind with curiosity, you sit up on your elbows watching her go to your dresser.
She opens the bottom left drawer and your heart races knowing what she's going to grab. Pieck bends down and you couldn't help but stare at her ass, you notice the way her pussy juices coat her inner thighs. She comes back up with a purple strap-on in her hand. Your eyes immediately land on it.
"H-how did you know about that?"
She turns around with a smirk, and walks towards you. "Obviously you told me last night," she laughs while sliding it onto her hips. The way it shook as she tightened the straps made you clench. "Of course I did," you replied bringing your head back to your mattress, covering your eyes cringing.
"C'mon baby, you don't remember? You told me where it was and how you've always used it on someone else," she's on the bed with you now, her hands on your hips. She flips you over and pulls your ass closer to her, you prop yourself up on your elbows keeping your head down.
"But...you told me you wanted someone to use it on you for a change. Now you never specified who but I knew you were talking about me."
Pieck grabs the base of the strap slowly stroking the cockhead up and down your lips. The mix of your slick coating it, a shiver runs down your spine. "I'd ask if you wanted to use some lube but," she sticks the tip in causing you to bite your lip, "you clearly don't need any. Huh baby?"
She keeps hold on your hips as she slowly sinks into your pulsating pussy. "Mhm," you respond still biting your lip. The pressure of the strap is astounding, and the way it stretches you out is relieving. "That's all you have to say? You're normally more chatty."
You clear your throat before answering, "K-kinda hard to f-focus with...a dildo going inside me."
She laughs while finally bottoming out. You feel her hips up against your ass. You groan loudly feeling the strap being completely inside you. "Holy fuck," you gasp out.
"I know baby, I know," she cooed before pulling out halfway before slamming back in. Your whole body moving forward as you try and steady yourself. You could barely keep yourself up, trying to adjust to the cock inside you.
She repeats that movement setting a mind numbing pace. "You told me how wanted to be drilled into. How you just wished someone could make you feel so good that you forgot your own name."
You are such a blabbermouth when you're blacked out it's so embarrassing. You may not remember saying those things but it sure as hell sounds like things you'd say. Silently you're glad you said those things because you'd never be able to admit them sober.
You're also glad at the feeling of Pieck's hips rocking against yours. The way your bodies move together. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, your moans couldn't be helped. Her hands move their way up to your waist pulling back on you harder.
"Damn I wish this I had an actual dick, I wanna feel your walls tightening around me. But I guess I'll make do with seeing you drip around this fake one."
Your forehead now pressed against your bed, "S-shut up." As if on its own your hips move back to meet hers. "Doesn't seem like you want me to baby."
At this point she's drilling you even faster. "You know what you did at the club though?" She pauses waiting for your response before noticing you shaking your head. "You were really touchy with me. Wrapping your arms around my shoulders. Holding my hand to drag to dance."
Her hand slips down to your clit, the sudden action causes you to loose your balance. You face plant onto the bed with a moan. Pieck ignoring her effect continues, "Your friends seemed just as surprised as I was. But that was until you tried dragging me to the bathroom. That's when I knew I had to cut you off. I mean trying to fuck me for the first time in a public bathroom? That's just down right dirty." She ends her sentence with a harsh pinch to your still very sensitive clit.
You gasp out a moan as tears well up again. Her hips still aren't relenting while she continues to abuse your clit. You try and speak but all that comes out are broken syllables and moans.
"At a loss for words I see," she chuckles slamming into you harshly. "I can tell you're going to cum soon, your legs are shaking like crazy." Pieck wasn't lying, you just hadn't even had a chance to realize that your legs were in fact shaking. Once it hit you, you felt like your knees were about to give out.
As if she was able to read you she instinctively grabs your waist harder as you're about to fall. "Aw have I tired you out already? I haven't even made you cum again." She stops her thrusting and pulls out, you're about to cry at the loss. The build up to your orgasm evaporates immediately. You now lay flat on your stomach against the bed trying to catch your breath.
"I think this position would do better," she claims rolling you over, and putting your legs on her shoulders. The strap is back in you in no time. Due to the new position it seems to be hitting your g-spot even better than before. You look up at her seeing the way her tits bounce with every thrust. You were sure that if you looked down yours would be doing the same.
The way that she's slamming into you, you were sure the bed was going to break. "K-kiss me Pieck..." you whimper reaching up for her neck.
"But of course my darling."
She leans down and pushes her lips against yours. Moaning against her, you bring your hands up to cup her face. You feel the heat radiating off her skin, trying to bring her closer to you as if she's not as close as she could possibly be.
The squelching from your pussy is being more apparent. "P-Pieck," you pull away from her, "I think—I think it's too deep."
Pieck looks down at your lower stomach, seeing a slight bulge rises every time she's completely inside you. "Here?" she asks putting pressure on it. You nod your head vigorously.
"But I know you can take it baby, you asked for it after all." She raises her upper body while keeping your legs up against your chest, putting you in a mating press.
You look up at her, her gentle brown eyes meeting yours as she thrusts into you. Pieck loved how fucked out you looked, your hair disheveled, sticking to your sweaty skin. So out of breath as tears were falling out the corner of your eyes. She notices the way you grip onto the sheets beneath you.
"I'm g-gonna cum a-again," you say screwing your eyes shut.
"Cum for me baby" she pushes down on your lower stomach. You release all over her strap as she still pushes into you. Clear liquid squirting out of you, shaking as you cum. She slows down before stopping completely.
She runs her thumb over your clit quickly just to see you twitch before she pulls out slowly. Your legs fall straight ahead of you, not being able to move your body any more. You find yourself completely unaware of what's happening around you.
Pieck slides out of the strap and heads to the bathroom. She finds a clean towel before heading back to you. As she starts wiping your inner thighs you find yourself creeping your eyes open looking at her.
"You're so pretty," you state barely audible.
"Thank you baby, you're gorgeous yourself." She wipes the towel against your core causing you to shudder. "I'm sorry baby but I gotta clean you up."
You lazily bring your arm up to stop her but you fall short, giving up. She gently laughs at your failed attempt and picks up your hand to kiss it. "I'll be back in a sec," she gets up and tosses the now dirty towel in your hamper.
Pieck's now back in your bed and grabs your blanket to cover to two of you. Instantly you grab her and pull her close. She wraps her arms around you and places a kiss on your shoulder. "Goodnight baby."
"Goodnight Pieck."