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Illi always wanted a dog, running down the stairs at her grandmas house and racing with her sister Mikayla to the dinky Christmas tree in the living room every holiday with the only thought in her head being...
"Please, just please let it be a dog!"
Years later, she got her perfect present.
-
Illi and Frankie have been dating for about three years and Frankie is just one of those people that you can't buy presents for. Clothes? She makes her own. Soap? Got some in the house, thanks! Snacks? Maybe some chocolate coins? It's just... hard!
It's nearly christmas week and she's called everyone they know for gift ideas or just.. anything!
Belle suggested a gift card (how impersonal! She couldn't do that to her amazing girlfriend!)
Ria suggested jewelry (Frankie only ever wears a guitar pick necklace and the bracelet Illi made for her when they first met so that's a bust.)
Mikayla suggested furniture or... something (as if their apartment isn't furnished?)
Penny suggested a ..toy (now that one got her thinking..)
Recently Frankie has been exhibiting some behaviours that led Illi to believe that maybe, just maybe Frankie has some unexplored kinks.
The other day, Illi scratched the top of frankie's head when putting her dinner plate down infront of her and the woman held her breath and stared up at her with wide eyes.
Another time, Frankie fetched her a glass of apple juice and Illi responded with:
"Thank you baby, such a good boy~"
Again, Frankie paused and stared at Illi like her face had turned blue. it was really fucking cute and it sparked more than a few nefarious ideas.
Ideas pertaining to last minute christsmas presents for her girlfriend.....
So Illi waited for the perfect moment alone to open up their computer and start scrolling. A few hours and probably a few virus' later, Illi stumbled upon the perfect present. A gorgeous white leather collar lined with small spikes and a little sliver, bone-shaped charm attached provided by their local sex shop. For an extra ten dollars she could get a name engraved which she absolutely would.
Click, click, click, ordered.
Next day delivery? Check.
"Frankie" specially engraved? Check.
Discreet packaging? Check.
And now we wait...
-
The woman's ears burn at the quiet clatter of Frankie's keys landing in the bowl. She's back! Hooooooly shit!
"Hey baby, m' home!" Frankie hollered from the hallway, unlacing their shoes by the door. To her it was just a regular, normal, standard day. No horny girlfriends anxiously awaiting their arrival with collars in hand, not here at least.
"Frankie?" She hummed, stepping out into the hall from the living room with absolutely nothing hidden behind her.
See, Illi is an impatient woman. Christmas is simply too long to wait for her girlfriend's reaction! She couldn't even wait to put the decor up, the tree was set up on November 2nd! She's just hoping for an awkward laugh at very, very worst.
"I um, I gotcha something?"
"Really? It couldn't wait like... maybe 9 more days?"
Frankie chuckled slightly.... little did she know...
The woman gasped when Illi produced the small, custom gift from behind her back, wide eyes zeroing in on the tag.
Frankie visibly swallowed her saliva as she slowly stepped forward and took the collar so cautiously you'd think she were handling a nuclear weapon. .....interesting...
"You-... for me?" She chose her words carefully, staring at Illi intensely.
Illi barely reacts, simply rubbing the top of Frankie's fuzzy head as if they were a real dog. "All for you~"
Frankie quietly stared at it in her hands for a few moments. Almost like shes..... waiting for instruction..?
So Illi obligated. "Go on then, put it on for me!"
The reaction was immediate and in seconds the slightly too loose collar was wrapped around Frankie's pretty neck. God, it's more beautiful than Illi could've imagined. The cool and smooth leather contrasts her dark hair and eyes but complements her light skin, the silver of the spikes catches the light and goes just perfectly with her other piercings. Illi can barely suppress a smile at the internal image of Frankie in nothing but that damn accessory.
"Fuck, you're perfect.." She slides her warm palm down the side of Frankie's head until shes cupping the other's cheek, keeping her close. "Yknow I really, really love you, right?"
Frankie nods excitedly before diving forward for a kiss.
It's intense for just coming home from band practice, more than a sweet greeting. It's hungry, it's pent up.
Frankie dug her fingers into Illi's hips and yanked her closer until Illi could feel the cool spikes pressing against her own throat. It's not an unwelcome sensation. Besides, she was feeling a little hot under the collar anyway.
It feels like a million years of making out by the front door until one of them - Illi cant quite recall who - pulled away.
"Baby, please. You have no idea what you do to me." poor Frankie's voices sounded so out of breath, so frustrated. Illi could relate, she's been sat on this secret for about three days and she can't take it any longer.
"I gotcha~" Illi grabs the other by the shirt just to lead them back to their room - man, that leash sounds like a good idea now.
Frankie sucks in a deep breath when she's shoved onto their bed, just as expected. Sometimes that woman is just too easy to read - or maybe Illi just knows her too well, who knows?
Immediately, she's struggling with getting her shirt off over her collar, just squirming in place. So adorable yet pathetic. Illi almost takes pity on her! Almost...
"Having a little trouble over there?" Illi snickered. Climbing ontop of her girlfriend with the widest fucking grin on her face.
Frankie just rolled her eyes and huffed, yanking harder than before and actually producing results this time! Fuck, she's so damn gorgeous. Even after years of being together, Illi can't get over Frankie's fucking body even in a sweaty sports bra with about three holes in it.
Frankie's short, she's slim and probably only a small b cup but god do they make it work. Especially since she got a buzz, she's just too damn gorgeous. Her high cheekbones, her slightly defined biceps, her freckled but flawless skin, it all came together to paint a gorgeous picture of someone so rad Illi considered herself lucky to be with them. And now in a collar, marked like shes Illi's property... man, shes getting a little dizzy thinking about it.
Illi let her hands wander, slowly running down her partner's sides, up her back and around her waist just to feel the warmth of her skin. But Frankie got impatient, wrapping her arms around illi's neck and yanking her down for another kiss.
For a moment, Illi indulges, running her tongue along the seem of her lips and gently tugging at her lip ring. She falls head first into the feeling like she's done a million times before but it doesn't last long, Illi pulls away and shoots Frankie a glare.
"Did I say you could do that?"
"Wh- you just- I-"
"Ah, ah, ah, no excuses, puppy. Did I tell you to do that?"
Frankie bites her lip, but a small whimper still escapes. "N-no..."
Clearly she likes that pet name. Illi stores that away in the back of her brain for later and sighs. "Such a naughty dog, i ought to trade you in for a newer one and send you back to the pound.~"
"Um, i-.. promise I'll be better for you, Illz"
"That's what I thought" Illi huffed arrogantly, squeezing Frankie's waist harder than necessary to get her point across. "Let me take the lead for you, hm?"
This is... hot, out of character but totally hot. Usually, to avoid dysphoria for Illi, Frankie made her feel a princess in the sheets but today? she's turning the tables. Awesome.
Illi pecks Frankie on the tip of her nose, then her cheek and finally her lips before moving down to properly kiss down her jaw. She's propped up on her elbows and knees but determined.
About ten hickeys later, she finally reaches the top of Frankie's bra. It's old and she thinks it used to be white at some point but with time and both of them fucking up on the laundry, it's now a pinkish grey and quite deteriorated. Illi wonders if she could just... tear it off of her?
"What are you thinki-" Frankie is cut off by a loud and startling rrrrrripp! as Illi quite easily shreds the old thing. Whatever, it was long past it's time anyway, and not exactly precious.
Jeez, Illi might actually die. The sight of her girlfriend laid out on their bed, face flushed and bra ripped down the front with their tits out and straps still somehow clinging on is one that deserves to be admired for generations. Illi briefly thinks she should get an oil painting of this moment or finally invest in a Polaroid. Anyways, she can't stay gawking for long or else Frankie will start whining again, and she can't have that.
A flustered 'oh' comes from the bottom as Illi shifts to lay between her legs in order to start nipping down her sternum. It takes only a second before Illi's licking softly at Frankie's breasts. Straight to work!
"Illi, shit.."
"Excuse me?" She pulls away completely and shoots Frankie a harsh glare. "Dogs dont talk, stupid puppy."
"Wh.."
Another glare.
"Uh... a-.. arf!"
Illi smiled down at Frankie as if someone had flipped the switch in her brain to praise. The woman leaned down again to resume her biting, sucking and kissing. Eventually, she reached down to the waistband of frankie's cargos, nipping at the skin by her hips.
"Frankie? Uh, would it be okay with you if I.. topped today? Just.. think it would be hot.." Illi sat up a little, straddling Frankie's hips. This is abnormal but not entirely unexpected, maybe they can try something different and maybe they'll like it, who knows! Illi hasn't tried to fuck anything since starting e a few years ago so maybe it'll just feel.. normal now? Like using a strap!
The woman below her has to take a long, deep breath before she can answer slightly coherently ".. pl-please... fuck"
So Frankie agrees!
"Good puppy! You just wait right here for me, hm?" She then gets up off the bed to dig around looking for lube.
Illi looks gorgeous bent over and filing through everything in her bag. She had a little more curve on her than Frankie... and a huge ass, Frankie bit their lip. Illi wouldnt mind if she just... got started early, right?
The woman whipped her head around when she heard a quiet whine come from the bed. She was met with her girlfriend sticking her hand down her cargos. How rude! She couldnt wait three more seconds for Illi to locate a necessity? They couldnt wait three whole seconds, they just HAD to start touching themselves?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.. you're so needy. How did I end up with such a stupid mutt?"
Another whine.
"Dont make me tie you up again~"
If Illi looked really closely, she could see Frankie's hand speed up a little below the layers of thin fabric - clearly she's turned on by the idea. To be honest, Illi is too. Problem is, she left most of her gear at their old apartment .. she'll have to find a tie or something.
Maybe another day as Illi decides she can't keep her poor puppy alone while she dug through their shared closet.
"Hmmm, we'll save that dor another day.. for now I'm just gonna have to hold you down." Illi said it so casually, it almost caught the other off guard!
Illi approached Frankie again, now with lube in hand. She loomed over their bed ominously, watching with intense and hooded eyes as her girlfriend shyly touched herself under her pants. Frankie's face was all red and her eyes were screwed tightly shut, collar restricting her throat. Wow.. Illi briefly thinks, they should get married like right now. Though, right now would be a lame ass proposal, it should be special with like... streamers and shit! Definitely a plan for later..
The woman drops the small tube by Frankie's head before climbing ontop of her once more. The first thing she did as soon as Frankie was in her grasp was tug at the collar - a small reminder of the power Illi held right now (though she doubts Frankie has forgotten).
Illi rubs her hard on agaisnt Frankie's thigh whilst admiring the few tattoos decorating the woman's abdomen. She has pretty , pretty tattoos. Mainly a flame over their breast that Illi loved to stare at, nothing to do with its placement of course!
She moans into the quiet room, filing the space between them with a heavy, hot and special kind sexual tension. The kind where you trust your partner completely, sexual tension you know will be resolved in a matter of minutes but it still consumes you almost completely. Illi knows Frankie is pent up, she's just dragging it out a bit.
Finally, she reaches Frankie's waistband and immediately shoves her pants down, letting her kick them off on her own along with her soaked, grey boxers. She's seriously unreal. Like, actually ethereal.
The first time Frankie and Illi hooked up was probably one of the best times in her life. It was the first time Illi had bottomed and it was... rad. More than rad, life changingly, mind blowingly amazing.
"You want me to get a-"
Frankie cuts her off.
"No condom, s'fine, all good.."
No condom... that should be fine? Besides, she's not sure they even have any to be honest and it's not like either of them have any diseases?
"R-right., I'll um.. buy you some plan b's or something?"
Frankie smiles at that, jamming her thumbs down Illi's shorts and dragging them down too until they joined Frankie's clothes in a heap on the floor.
Illi's dick was beautiful and pink and just barely smaller than Frankie's fake one, a gorgeous sight that Frankie definitely didnt see enough of. Her ringed fingers wrapped around her girlfriend's shaft and slipped up and down just a teensy bit. Yhe drag was too hot and a little rough due to the only lube being a lonesome little bead of pre. Her breath picked up at the friction but she must carry on.
"Babe, I love you, but please let me get the lube, hm?"
Frankie nods vigorously, eliciting a small giggle from Illi as she reaches for the small tube labelled 'lovers special potion' ugh.. doesn't matter (she's definitely peeling that off later. ) Illi squirts a little of the substance along her fingers and sucks in a small gasp when the cold lube made contact with her sensitive skin. Frankie took charge once again the second her dick was semi-evenly coated.
Frankie hooked a leg over Illi's hip to urge her closer. The poor woman has been waiting all fucking day and now Illi's just dangling the carrot right infront of her face. With a small amused huff, Illi grabbed Frankie's thigh to hike it up a little higher before finally thrusting into her partner.
Immediately it felt a thousand times better than Illi could've pictured in her wildest dreams. The pleasure of warm insides belonging to the person she loves the most took up so much space in her brain that there was none left for stupid dysphoria. The hot drag felt so damn good she couldn't think about anything else.
Illi really believes the reason she was put on earth was to find Frankie, no one else could possibly fit so perfectly, could house her dick so well.
Frank wrapped her arms tightly around Illi's neck, pulling in for a kiss that was rather hard to maintain with the rocking momentum. Illi's thrusts werent exactly perfect both due to lack of recent practice and just regular old desperation but it was just about fast and rough enough to have Frankie moaning like a whore into the side of her neck.
Illi knew she wasn't going to be able to hang on for long. Listening to her lover howl combined with the repeated clink of the metal bone charm against one of the spikes on the collar and the slick, unbearably hot feel of Frankie on her dick was the perfect storm to have Illi coming just a little too early.
Her thrusts got faster, almost erratic and sloppy all while Frankie cried into her shoulder. They haven't been properly penetrated like this in a good while and Frankie forgot how great it felt to not be doing any of the work.
Illi came inside of them with a final quiet gasp, resigning to just sort of humping her girlfriend while she came down from the high.
Frankie squeezed illi's hips with her thighs as they came barely moments later, whispering curses under her breath. She really wants a cigarette.
"I-... fuck, I really fucking love you, Illz" they muttered into the crook of the other's neck.
Illi giggles light and loving as she reluctantly pulls out. Frankie's so damn perfect. She looks especially perfect with illi's cum slowly dripping down her pussy, llli really wishes she had a Polaroid now.
"Love you too, puppy."
The pair could be cleaning up one but neither quite had the energy and instead decided to spend the time cuddling in their unmade and cum stained bed. Christmas can wait, the shower can wait, everything can fucking wait because right now these two were too damn busy wrapped up in eachother.
Perfect present, perfect partner, perfect christmas.Illi always wanted a dog, running down the stairs at her grandmas house and racing with her sister Mikayla to the dinky Christmas tree in the living room every holiday with the only one thought in her head being... "
"Please, just please let it be a dog!"
Years later, she got her perfect present.
-
Illi and Frankie have been dating for about three years and Frankie is just one of those people that you can't buy presents for. Clothes? She makes her own. Soap? Got some in the house, thanks! Snacks? Maybe some chocolate coins? It's just... hard!
It's nearly christmas week and she's called everyone they know for gift ideas or just.. anything!
Belle suggested a gift card (how impersonal! She couldn't do that to her amazing girlfriend!)
Ria suggested jewelry (Frankie only ever wears a guitar pick necklace and the bracelet Illi made for her when they first met so that's a bust.)
Mikayla suggested furniture or... something (as if their apartment isn't furnished?)
Penny suggested a ..toy (now that one got her thinking..)
Recently Frankie has been exhibiting some behaviours that led Illi to believe that maybe, just maybe Frankie has some unexplored kinks.
The other day, Illi scratched the top of frankie's head when putting her dinner plate down infront of her and the woman held her breath and stared up at her with wide eyes.
Another time, Frankie fetched her a glass of apple juice and Illi responded with:
"Thank you baby, such a good boy~"
Again, Frankie paused and stared at Illi like her face had turned blue. it was really fucking cute and it sparked more than a few nefarious ideas.
Ideas pertaining to last minute christsmas presents for her girlfriend.....
So Illi waited for the perfect moment alone to open up their computer and start scrolling. A few hours and probably a few virus' later, Illi stumbled upon the perfect present. A gorgeous white leather collar lined with small spikes and a little sliver, bone-shaped charm attached provided by their local sex shop. For an extra ten dollars she could get a name engraved which she absolutely would.
Click, click, click, ordered.
Next day delivery? Check.
"Frankie" specially engraved? Check.
Discreet packaging? Check.
And now we wait...
-
The woman's ears burn at the quiet clatter of Frankie's keys landing in the bowl. She's back! Hooooooly shit!
"Hey baby, m' home!" Frankie hollered from the hallway, unlacing their shoes by the door. To her it was just a regular, normal, standard day. No horny girlfriends anxiously awaiting their arrival with collars in hand, not here at least.
"Frankie?" She hummed, stepping out into the hall from the living room with absolutely nothing hidden behind her.
See, Illi is an impatient woman. Christmas is simply too long to wait for her girlfriend's reaction! She couldn't even wait to put the decor up, the tree was set up on November 2nd! She's just hoping for an awkward laugh at very, very worst.
"I um, I gotcha something?"
"Really? It couldn't wait like... maybe 9 more days?"
Frankie chuckled slightly.... little did she know...
The woman gasped when Illi produced the small, custom gift from behind her back, wide eyes zeroing in on the tag.
Frankie visibly swallowed her saliva as she slowly stepped forward and took the collar so cautiously you'd think she were handling a nuclear weapon. .....interesting...
"You-... for me?" She chose her words carefully, staring at Illi intensely.
Illi barely reacts, simply rubbing the top of Frankie's fuzzy head as if they were a real dog. "All for you~"
Frankie quietly stared at it in her hands for a few moments. Almost like shes..... waiting for instruction..?
So Illi obligated. "Go on then, put it on for me!"
The reaction was immediate and in seconds the slightly too loose collar was wrapped around Frankie's pretty neck. God, it's more beautiful than Illi could've imagined. The cool and smooth leather contrasts her dark hair and eyes but complements her light skin, the silver of the spikes catches the light and goes just perfectly with her other piercings. Illi can barely suppress a smile at the internal image of Frankie in nothing but that damn accessory.
"Fuck, you're perfect.." She slides her warm palm down the side of Frankie's head until shes cupping the other's cheek, keeping her close. "Yknow I really, really love you, right?"
Frankie nods excitedly before diving forward for a kiss.
It's intense for just coming home from band practice, more than a sweet greeting. It's hungry, it's pent up.
Frankie dug her fingers into Illi's hips and yanked her closer until Illi could feel the cool spikes pressing against her own throat. It's not an unwelcome sensation. Besides, she was feeling a little hot under the collar anyway.
It feels like a million years of making out by the front door until one of them - Illi cant quite recall who - pulled away.
"Baby, please. You have no idea what you do to me." poor Frankie's voices sounded so out of breath, so frustrated. Illi could relate, she's been sat on this secret for about three days and she can't take it any longer.
"I gotcha~" Illi grabs the other by the shirt just to lead them back to their room - man, that leash sounds like a good idea now.
Frankie sucks in a deep breath when she's shoved onto their bed, just as expected. Sometimes that woman is just too easy to read - or maybe Illi just knows her too well, who knows?
Immediately, she's struggling with getting her shirt off over her collar, just squirming in place. So adorable yet pathetic. Illi almost takes pity on her! Almost...
"Having a little trouble over there?" Illi snickered. Climbing ontop of her girlfriend with the widest fucking grin on her face.
Frankie just rolled her eyes and huffed, yanking harder than before and actually producing results this time! Fuck, she's so damn gorgeous. Even after years of being together, Illi can't get over Frankie's fucking body even in a sweaty sports bra with about three holes in it.
Frankie's short, she's slim and probably only a small b cup but god do they make it work. Especially since she got a buzz, she's just too damn gorgeous. Her high cheekbones, her slightly defined biceps, her freckled but flawless skin, it all came together to paint a gorgeous picture of someone so rad Illi considered herself lucky to be with them. And now in a collar, marked like shes Illi's property... man, shes getting a little dizzy thinking about it.
Illi let her hands wander, slowly running down her partner's sides, up her back and around her waist just to feel the warmth of her skin. But Frankie got impatient, wrapping her arms around illi's neck and yanking her down for another kiss.
For a moment, Illi indulges, running her tongue along the seem of her lips and gently tugging at her lip ring. She falls head first into the feeling like she's done a million times before but it doesn't last long, Illi pulls away and shoots Frankie a glare.
"Did I say you could do that?"
"Wh- you just- I-"
"Ah, ah, ah, no excuses, puppy. Did I tell you to do that?"
Frankie bites her lip, but a small whimper still escapes. "N-no..."
Clearly she likes that pet name. Illi stores that away in the back of her brain for later and sighs. "Such a naughty dog, i ought to trade you in for a newer one and send you back to the pound.~"
"Um, i-.. promise I'll be better for you, Illz"
"That's what I thought" Illi huffed arrogantly, squeezing Frankie's waist harder than necessary to get her point across. "Let me take the lead for you, hm?"
This is... hot, out of character but totally hot. Usually, to avoid dysphoria for Illi, Frankie made her feel a princess in the sheets but today? she's turning the tables. Awesome.
Illi pecks Frankie on the tip of her nose, then her cheek and finally her lips before moving down to properly kiss down her jaw. She's propped up on her elbows and knees but determined.
About ten hickeys later, she finally reaches the top of Frankie's bra. It's old and she thinks it used to be white at some point but with time and both of them fucking up on the laundry, it's now a pinkish grey and quite deteriorated. Illi wonders if she could just... tear it off of her?
"What are you thinki-" Frankie is cut off by a loud and startling rrrrrripp! as Illi quite easily shreds the old thing. Whatever, it was long past it's time anyway, and not exactly precious.
Jeez, Illi might actually die. The sight of her girlfriend laid out on their bed, face flushed and bra ripped down the front with their tits out and straps still somehow clinging on is one that deserves to be admired for generations. Illi briefly thinks she should get an oil painting of this moment or finally invest in a Polaroid. Anyways, she can't stay gawking for long or else Frankie will start whining again, and she can't have that.
A flustered 'oh' comes from the bottom as Illi shifts to lay between her legs in order to start nipping down her sternum. It takes only a second before Illi's licking softly at Frankie's breasts. Straight to work!
"Illi, shit.."
"Excuse me?" She pulls away completely and shoots Frankie a harsh glare. "Dogs dont talk, stupid puppy."
"Wh.."
Another glare.
"Uh... a-.. arf!"
Illi smiled down at Frankie as if someone had flipped the switch in her brain to praise. The woman leaned down again to resume her biting, sucking and kissing. Eventually, she reached down to the waistband of frankie's cargos, nipping at the skin by her hips.
"Frankie? Uh, would it be okay with you if I.. topped today? Just.. think it would be hot.." Illi sat up a little, straddling Frankie's hips. This is abnormal but not entirely unexpected, maybe they can try something different and maybe they'll like it, who knows! Illi hasn't tried to fuck anything since starting e a few years ago so maybe it'll just feel.. normal now? Like using a strap!
The woman below her has to take a long, deep breath before she can answer slightly coherently ".. pl-please... fuck"
So Frankie agrees!
"Good puppy! You just wait right here for me, hm?" She then gets up off the bed to dig around looking for lube.
Illi looks gorgeous bent over and filing through everything in her bag. She had a little more curve on her than Frankie... and a huge ass, Frankie bit their lip. Illi wouldnt mind if she just... got started early, right?
The woman whipped her head around when she heard a quiet whine come from the bed. She was met with her girlfriend sticking her hand down her cargos. How rude! She couldnt wait three more seconds for Illi to locate a necessity? They couldnt wait three whole seconds, they just HAD to start touching themselves?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.. you're so needy. How did I end up with such a stupid mutt?"
Another whine.
"Dont make me tie you up again~"
If Illi looked really closely, she could see Frankie's hand speed up a little below the layers of thin fabric - clearly she's turned on by the idea. To be honest, Illi is too. Problem is, she left most of her gear at their old apartment .. she'll have to find a tie or something.
Maybe another day as Illi decides she can't keep her poor puppy alone while she dug through their shared closet.
"Hmmm, we'll save that dor another day.. for now I'm just gonna have to hold you down." Illi said it so casually, it almost caught the other off guard!
Illi approached Frankie again, now with lube in hand. She loomed over their bed ominously, watching with intense and hooded eyes as her girlfriend shyly touched herself under her pants. Frankie's face was all red and her eyes were screwed tightly shut, collar restricting her throat. Wow.. Illi briefly thinks, they should get married like right now. Though, right now would be a lame ass proposal, it should be special with like... streamers and shit! Definitely a plan for later..
The woman drops the small tube by Frankie's head before climbing ontop of her once more. The first thing she did as soon as Frankie was in her grasp was tug at the collar - a small reminder of the power Illi held right now (though she doubts Frankie has forgotten).
Illi rubs her hard on agaisnt Frankie's thigh whilst admiring the few tattoos decorating the woman's abdomen. She has pretty , pretty tattoos. Mainly a flame over their breast that Illi loved to stare at, nothing to do with its placement of course!
She moans into the quiet room, filing the space between them with a heavy, hot and special kind sexual tension. The kind where you trust your partner completely, sexual tension you know will be resolved in a matter of minutes but it still consumes you almost completely. Illi knows Frankie is pent up, she's just dragging it out a bit.
Finally, she reaches Frankie's waistband and immediately shoves her pants down, letting her kick them off on her own along with her soaked, grey boxers. She's seriously unreal. Like, actually ethereal.
The first time Frankie and Illi hooked up was probably one of the best times in her life. It was the first time Illi had bottomed and it was... rad. More than rad, life changingly, mind blowingly amazing.
"You want me to get a-"
Frankie cuts her off.
"No condom, s'fine, all good.."
No condom... that should be fine? Besides, she's not sure they even have any to be honest and it's not like either of them have any diseases?
"R-right., I'll um.. buy you some plan b's or something?"
Frankie smiles at that, jamming her thumbs down Illi's shorts and dragging them down too until they joined Frankie's clothes in a heap on the floor.
Illi's dick was beautiful and pink and just barely smaller than Frankie's fake one, a gorgeous sight that Frankie definitely didnt see enough of. Her ringed fingers wrapped around her girlfriend's shaft and slipped up and down just a teensy bit. Yhe drag was too hot and a little rough due to the only lube being a lonesome little bead of pre. Her breath picked up at the friction but she must carry on.
"Babe, I love you, but please let me get the lube, hm?"
Frankie nods vigorously, eliciting a small giggle from Illi as she reaches for the small tube labelled 'lovers special potion' ugh.. doesn't matter (she's definitely peeling that off later. ) Illi squirts a little of the substance along her fingers and sucks in a small gasp when the cold lube made contact with her sensitive skin. Frankie took charge once again the second her dick was semi-evenly coated.
Frankie hooked a leg over Illi's hip to urge her closer. The poor woman has been waiting all fucking day and now Illi's just dangling the carrot right infront of her face. With a small amused huff, Illi grabbed Frankie's thigh to hike it up a little higher before finally thrusting into her partner.
Immediately it felt a thousand times better than Illi could've pictured in her wildest dreams. The pleasure of warm insides belonging to the person she loves the most took up so much space in her brain that there was none left for stupid dysphoria. The hot drag felt so damn good she couldn't think about anything else.
Illi really believes the reason she was put on earth was to find Frankie, no one else could possibly fit so perfectly, could house her dick so well.
Frank wrapped her arms tightly around Illi's neck, pulling in for a kiss that was rather hard to maintain with the rocking momentum. Illi's thrusts werent exactly perfect both due to lack of recent practice and just regular old desperation but it was just about fast and rough enough to have Frankie moaning like a whore into the side of her neck.
Illi knew she wasn't going to be able to hang on for long. Listening to her lover howl combined with the repeated clink of the metal bone charm against one of the spikes on the collar and the slick, unbearably hot feel of Frankie on her dick was the perfect storm to have Illi coming just a little too early.
Her thrusts got faster, almost erratic and sloppy all while Frankie cried into her shoulder. They haven't been properly penetrated like this in a good while and Frankie forgot how great it felt to not be doing any of the work.
Illi came inside of them with a final quiet gasp, resigning to just sort of humping her girlfriend while she came down from the high.
Frankie squeezed illi's hips with her thighs as they came barely moments later, whispering curses under her breath. She really wants a cigarette.
"I-... fuck, I really fucking love you, Illz" they muttered into the crook of the other's neck.
Illi giggles light and loving as she reluctantly pulls out. Frankie's so damn perfect. She looks especially perfect with illi's cum slowly dripping down her pussy, llli really wishes she had a Polaroid now.
"Love you too, puppy."
The pair could be cleaning up one but neither quite had the energy and instead decided to spend the time cuddling in their unmade and cum stained bed. Christmas can wait, the shower can wait, everything can fucking wait because right now these two were too damn busy wrapped up in eachother.
Perfect present, perfect partner, perfect christmas.