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would u be willing to write abby pussy slapping.. or sub!abby… ur works are all so deliciously filthy im in love :3

abby whines as you tug on her braid, keeping her face away from your sticky, leaking cunt. she can smell you, stretches her tongue out to its maximum to try to taste you. but your grip on your braid is keeping her too far to taste.

“please baby, please lemme eat your pussy,” she slurs and you smack her cheek lightly, chuckling as she groans and bucks her hips into the bed. “beg for me abs,” you coo and gently rake your nails through her hair.

“please! I wanna - I’ll do such a good job for you. make you feel so good-“ abby pants, kissing and sucking hickies into your thighs, “I’ll do anything, I’ll be so good, please let me touch you, let me taste you,” she whines as you lower her head and then pull her back up, her hips rutting against the sheets.

“so fucking pathetic begging just to eat me out aren’t you?” you groan when abby licks your clit with the tip of her tongue, “yea, yes m’pathetic,”

“so stupid for me yeah?” you ask gently and abby nods her head feverishly, grunting and mumbling thank yous into your cunt, her mouth wet from where she’s ravenously licking and sucking on your clit and dipping her tongue down to lap at your clenching hole.

abby circles your clit with her tongue, sucking gently as she eases a finger into you, moaning as you clench around her, curling her finger inside you to see your mouth gape. and suddenly she pulls back if only for a second to cup your pussy. abby spits on her hand and strokes you, her fingers squeezing your clit.

“fuck baby, you’re doing so go-fuuucck!” your back arches as Abby gives you a heavy handed smack to your clit. “abby! baby fuck that’s-“ she lays another smack to your whole pussy once has your head tilted back as you gasp, a second has your back in a hard arch and abby uses her strong arm to hold you down to slap your pussy a third time and then lean down to lavish your cunt in soothing licks and kisses.

“m’sorry baby, sorry you just look so pretty when I smack your pussy like this,” she whines, shifting do her clit is pressed to the sheets. “see how leaky you get? fuck, how can I resist?” she moans, kissing and suckling on your clit, easing two fingers in so easily she moans loudly at the feeling of you stretching around her.

abby lifts her face, rubbing your clit with her thumb when you whine, “am I doing good?”

“oh you’re doing so fucking good baby, eating me so well,” you yelp when abby starts to lay small consecutive slaps to your clit, swatting your throbbing clit over and over, until the sweet pain takes your body over and your whine, cumming around her fingers.

🏷️ @sexysapphicshopowner @lesbian-useless @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz @abbysprettygiiirl

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hii so if you're taking requests, may i request abby catching reader watching porn??

Of course!! Sorry if this is a bit late I’ve been so busy but here you go!! I hope its not that sloppy…I rushed a bit.

Themes/details: smut! Top(abs), bottom (reader), praise kink, clit stim, toys just simple smut tbh.

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You never fully grasped what about Abby made you restless, nor the depth of your feelings for her. Not when she cooked you dinner, nor when she practically insisted on cuddling with you on the couch to watch movies. No, you stubbornly convinced yourself that this was just what roommates did. It wasn't only your problem, though—Nora was absolutely fed up with your frantic ramblings about how her friend held your hips while you washed dishes. Or even when she squeezed your thigh on a grocery run. Nora was completely fed up, honestly, if it were up to her, she'd lock the two of you in a room and wait for someone to break. While most days you’d just laugh it off and call it dramatic, today was when it really seemed to get out of hand.

Fuzzy blankets, junk food, and lounging on the couch all day were typical for a boring Sunday like this. Unfortunately, your roommate won't be joining you today due to her gym rat mindset. As amusing as the term was, it suited her well—especially when she left the bathroom door open while getting ready. Skin-tight sports bra, lean build, messy blonde hair tucked into a braid. The way her cheeks were naturally a tinted rose, or how soft her pink lips looked when she’d remained stoic.

“I’m heading out catch you later sweetheart.” The blonde blurted breaking your zone and gazing down at you in amusement. While also offering a brief gaze of her in all her glory. “O-oh…right…see ya..” You mumbled in return trying to ignore the growing dampness in your panties. “Try not to miss me too much.” Abby cockily concluded making her way out of the apartment and leaving you in your still apartment.

For a while, you sat…tried to be good and watch your movie like a decent person. Considering how vile it’d be to get off to your roommate…but then there was always another option…well maybe a more tasteless one.

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Porn.

Now you weren’t really someone who even watched porn given that decent lesbian ones were hard to find..and you were a tad picky. “No….weird….her moans sound so fake…” You muttered mindlessly scrolling till your stomach slowly began to flutter once your eyes spotted one specific video. A bit old…amateur..a buff blonde..faceless vid….

What happened to not getting off to your roommate? Your mind taunted as you practically stripped off your pjs and teased your bullet vibrator against your soaking cunt. Your mind eased, now fogged with arousal as you listened to the video. “M-mph…f-fuck…” You cursed softly under your breath feeling yourself throb against the toy watching the small girl weep as her lover pinned her down easing her fingers in and out her pussy sickeningly slow.

“S-shit…ha-ahh…” You huffed gently in frustration feeling your wrist slowly limp as you held your phone and the other kept the toy buzzing over your puffy clit. “O-oh my god..oh-oh my god….ohmyfucking-“ You rambled scrumming to a mess of whimpers as your thighs twitched and your back arched off the sheets. Your stomach was pooling with heat and you could feel your cunt slowly begin to stickily ache, begging to be filled.

Another level, and your hand had completely dropped your phone letting the video play out loud in the background. Your body curled and squirmed helplessly feeling your orgasm seeping closer. Your own voice trembling into high-pitched whimpers and huffs leading you to fully miss the sound of the front door open. “A-Abby…I-I’m…g-gonna..” You hiccuped softly in a fit of cries before your bedroom door swung open.

There she was as if you summoned her in your brief heat. Her face stern but intrigued and her hand grasped the other wrist in a soothing massage. “You called?” She muttered in a firm husky whisper while you lay frozen stricken with shock and pure humiliation. “A-Abby?!” You hollered shutting your willing thighs quickly and scrambling to cover your body. “That’s my name sweetheart.” The blonde hummed dryly in return walking over to your bed for analysis. “You scared the shit of me! W-what are you doing home so early?!” You questioned offering a feigned and nervous laugh.

“Pulled something in my wrist, but surely if I had known you were so lonely I would have stayed home…” Abby went on with a small cocky smirk taking a seat on the side of your bed and roughly tugging off your blankets. “Don’t play dumb sweetheart, heard you from front door fucking yourself to me…oh..what’s this?” She prodded seeing as the moaning hadn’t stopped letting her eyes trail over to your phone in amusement.

“N-nothing really-“ You stammered laugh as you reached to grasp the phone only for her to snatch it in return. “The top….she kinda looks like me…doesn’t she?”

“Oh! N-no no that’s just…the first video I chose!”

“Really?” Abby hummed tapping through your history while her smile grew slowly and your gaze dropped in shame. “S’ really nothing to be embarrassed of sweetheart. I’m not mad especially when I get to come home to you all sweet and helpless…rubbing your pussy…”

“L-look it’s not what it looks like-“

“Really? Cause I thought heard my name before I walked in-“

“Okay okay!” You finally cried stiffening in embarrassment, while your hands moved to cover your face. “You caught me now! Are you happy?!”

Abby chuckled seeing your defeat before giving off a careless shrug as she tugged your wrists from your face. “Not even close, I need to see you finish first..” She whispered earning a spike in your heart rate. “W-what?..”

“You heard me princess…come on I wanna see it…I mean it can’t be that hard when a toy is doing all the work..besides it’s only fair when you’re practically getting off to me like a freak-“

“Okay!!! F-fine fuck..” You whined as she laughed before leaning in to gently capture your lips. You stiffened in surprise, seeing as this girl was really a cocky prick…but so…so fucking hot. Although…you couldn’t talk because you instantly melted feeling your heart race while your hands quickly reached to cup the back of her neck.

Your lips molded in searingly needy kisses leaving your own bruised once she’d pull away breathless. “Come ‘ere lemme help you okay?” Abby murmured leaving one last peck on your plump lips as you nodded. Swiftly, her hands planted themselves on your hips drawing you close as you spun around letting your back rest against her chest.

“Atta girl..” She hummed planting gently pecks on the back of your neck while her hands eased your thighs apart showing off your glistening cunt. “So needy…” She huffed with a small ‘tsk before moving her hand to retrieve your bullet and placing it back on your clit. But this time…much much higher..

“A-Abs-Abby-“ You hiccuped quickly moving to grasp her wrist for mercy to which she ignored. “Shhh…shhh keep still for me sweetheart…” She demanded softly letting her free hand gently knead one of your breasts pinching your pebbled nipples with each jerk of your hips. You squirmed whining desperately trying to keep still while your hips bucked and jerked out of instinct.

“She’s so wet f’me…” Abby chuckled feeling her heart melt as you teared up and shuddered. “A-Abby s’ t-too much t-too much!”

“Come on you can take it I know you can sweetheart..shh..” The blonde whispered leaning over your shoulder to peck your salty cheek. Leading you to tilt your head and capture her lips in a messy kiss as she picked up the pace drawing quick circles on your hardened nub.

“A-Abs- mmph…m’ g-gonna! I-I can’t..” You whined loudly as your hips bucked trying to draw from the toy only for Abby to press down harder on your pulsing cunt. As quick as the pleasure started, you squealed tilting your head back as your orgasm spilled over you. Leaving the toy drenched in your arousal and your thighs quivering. “That’s it…there you go, sweetheart..” Abby soothed gently rubbing her thumb over your nipple palming the swell of your breast slowly. Her lips trailed down her jaw listening to the faint hitches in your breath since she left the toy against your overstimulated folds.

“W-what are you doing..?” You muttered shakily trying to ease out your high. “Well you were so eager earlier…can’t give me another? Come on pretty girl…this time make sure to scream my name ‘kay?”

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 days

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abby is a fucking fiend for pussy. she’ll let herself eat u out until she’s squirming and writhing and near cumming in her pants, just cause she cant get her face outta ur cunt!!! eeek! :3

loves when u play w ur hair, fucking loves when u scratch her scalp, especially w acrylics, her eyes rolling back into her skull and shit. (LMAO)

she doesnt care if you practically fuckin skin her, she looooves being marked up, and she loves knowing everyone knows u did it >:)) little monster!!!

she is LOUD, and i mean FUCKING LOUD LMAO, she’s vocal about eating u out, moaning into your cunt tellin u how good u are for her 😵‍💫 BUT! touching her is a whoooole other story.

she def like… squimpers, like half squeal half whimpers, ohh and she tries sooo hard to stay quiet for u but ur fingers hit her just right and your tongue circling her clit just makes it impossible!!

her fucking catchphrase might as well be “think you can give me another one, baby?”

RAAHHHHH

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 7 days

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lap dog.

in support of palestine ∙ the reality of tlou ∙ resources

pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader x abby anderson

music: master of none - beach house

word count: 2k

summary: abby and ellie are best friends, never more. when you come into the picture, competition bleeds into something else entirely.

warnings: porn, ellabs, sub-ish!abby, sub-top!ellie, dom-ish!reader, marijuana use, got high and watched challengers this is what happened

fern says ⎯ this one goes out to @heavenbloom & @atyourmerci the only two pookies keeping me going at this point! rawr!

it was innocent, at first. you suppose.

a pit sinking in your stomach at the all-too-looming feeling of a foreign school, the kind smile offered was an olive branch. white teeth, skin blemished only with the soft indents of a splattering of freckles and moles, it put you at ease. this definitively friendly tour guide.

“hey, m’abby.” the squeeze of her hand was gentle, but firm. practiced. her eyes on you felt like a studied gaze, a flicker over your body that made your ears burn, your name on her tongue a syrupy temptation. “i’m s’posed to show you around, so…”

you clung to abby, in your first few weeks. you would’ve felt bad, this dependence on your only friend growing, if she hadn’t returned the sentiment almost tenfold.

hey

want coffee before class?

- abby

the blaring screen of your phone dunking on you like ice water, bleary eyes and a dopey smile typing a response in the early morning manufactured darkness of your dorm room.

she’d show, fifteen minutes later, in all the gloried aftermath of her morning run, shoving the iced latte at you with easy conversation. she’d wait on your bed while you dressed, poorly pretending to be wildly interested in her instagram explore page.

ellie happened later.

“she hot?”

“i don’t wanna answer that.”

the ball hits the roof, before bouncing with a mean thwack into the tangle of abby’s hair. ellie pulls herself up on the bed, teetering on her tired forearms with a servile smile. “come on,” the rasp in her voice gives her a malignant edge, “objectively, is she hot?”

abby looks at her, swallowed in her gaze even from across the room. she rolls her eyes before returning to roughly running a brush through her hair, “she’s nice.”

“fucking prude!” the palm of ellie’s hand comes down like a rough punishment, a sting on the sculpt of abby’s shoulder that rings a small wince. her laugh is complimentary, “what? she a secret or something?”

abby shakes her roommate’s sliding hands off her, fighting her languid, teasing embrace, “no, no, she’s just- i dunno.”

a light hum fills the quick silence in the air, ellie pulls away.

“i wanna meet her.”

“what? ellie —“ abby whips around quick, something akin to a firm, stubborn fear tracing her face, “no. no.”

you shift on the floor, the scratchy carpet under your ass stinging with a strange itch. the joint is hanging weakly between ellie’s lips as she holds the lighter to it, off-handed smoke swirling and ebbing in the close air of the room. abby is sequestered on her bed, trying her hardest not collapse in on herself.

you’re taking the joint from ellie, ellie. her iced gaze flickers between the both of you, something unrecognisable sitting, gnawing at her very soul.

“so,” smoke spills from your mouth, dripping from your lips like it never wanted to leave you. you hold the blunt, firm between two fingers as you trace your thoughts with your hand, “what is this?”

ellie laughs faintly, her eyes meeting the terror of abby’s briefly, before falling over the way you’re sat, cross legged, the thin fabric of pyjama shorts riding up your thigh. her laugh is dopey, saccharine laced with a bite, “what d’ya mean?”

you’re pinned, like a dead butterfly behind glass, inspected. abby leans forward, a pique of interest crawling up her spine, her elbows digging nasty red welts into her knees. they both, as if practiced, stare, like careful animals on the other side of a zoo exhibit fence. they know they cannot touch you, but they deign still to think they can try.

you laugh, something elevated, untouchable, bringing the joint back to your mouth, “you two — you seem, close.”

a shared look of panic and something deeper sets between them, ellie stretching her legs to knock yours as she plucks the joint from you, shooting abby a teasing glance. she pats the battered carpet next to her, “come on abs.”

the nickname is a taunt, an echo of some wild, buried intimacy that ellie wanted — needed you to know. she’s answering your question, in a way.

abby slides off the bed, scooting over at her roommate’s beck and call. she takes the blunt tenderly, leaning back and letting ellie hold the lighter to her, the movement eased, familiar. she shakes her head, “we’re friends.”

you smile, lopsided, a low-flying buzz hanging in the air. your body loose, uncaring, as you canvas the look ellie has on her face. pensive.

“right.”

“what?”

“nothing, i just - i don’t believe you.”

“it’s true!” the laugh shared between them is something too close for comfort to be true, but abby persists, “we grew up together, we play tennis together, we’re friends.”

“well…” the soft abrade of ellie’s voice was a testament, a challenge. for you, it was a tantalising peak behind a curtain so well guarded, a piece of themselves so rarely shared. for abby, it was an unnecessary torment. she looks at ellie, she sees the competition in her eyes. abby knows the sting of shared desire, of the punishing hand of her best friend. the brunette pouts, studying her roommate’s look of resigned pleading, “come on! i think it’s a — it’s a cute story. abby had a little, teensy crush on me when we were kids.”

“oh fuck off!” the edge in the swell of abby’s voice demanded attention, commanded respect in the abhorrent violence of something unexpected. the closeness of the two sat thick, heady in the face of the thin layer of smoke in the air. ellie’s hand slips from her thigh.

a silence befalls the three of you, foreign and raw in the space of casualty. the air of times past is not lost on you, as you watch the humiliation creep through abby’s skin in red flushes. ellie’s advantage.

“i think it’s cute,” you muse with a misaligned shrug.

— a beat.

“really?” that changes everything, in a pathetic sort of way. abby has the eyes of a puppy, a tortured lap dog as she looks at you, wide and wild, tamed on your word. a certain honey of victory sits in her stomach.

“yeah, i mean -“ you laugh, such an ardent reminder of their own pursuits of you, fresh and recognisable. of who stands on their feet, and who kneels before them. “i just don’t intend to be a homewrecker.”

“we’re not together.” they choir together in rehearsed concordance, in defence of themselves. strange, how their voices melt together in a harmony so well matched.

you hum, as if to challenge them quietly, before standing. the stretch of your legs provides a curious path, their gazes dripping upwards of you like forlorn magnets, drawn to your body. you look down on them with a quirk of your brow, pulling your pj shorts to rest higher on your hips, before perching yourself on the edge of ellie’s bed.

they look at you as if they had just lost you, something childishly snoopy glinting, matched, in their eyes. your hands run along the scratch of ellie’s bedsheets, exploring, before you pat either side of you, gently.

in a scramble, they pull themselves to your side, infringing on your summoning. ellie pressed to your left, abby to your right, inescapable, the both of them.

you meet abby’s gaze, swallowed nearly in the startling kindness of the blue of her iris. she looks so meagre, so shrunken and teetering on the edge of your existence, a planet in orbit of a raging star.

gently, with the softness you label so deserving of her, your hands wander, pulling her in, letting the chasteness of her lips fall away into a fevered triumph, the taste of the salt of her lips and the bitterness of the weed a chaser to her touch.

ellie, sat so humbly, waits in a quiet, angry defeat, her fingers ghosting the edge of your bare thigh. oh, to be the only child, so unused to sharing. impatient and derivative, she almost whines, a soft call for your attention. you answer, to the surprise of both, abby’s taste still on your lips, something so familiar.

she’s more callous than the girl she so aptly loves and despises, her movements quick and domineering as she seeks to own you. abby, tasting you and wanton for nothing, slips down to the stretch of your neck, pressing her kindness into your skin with the pliant pull of her teeth.

ellie’s hands are needy creatures, pulling over you like the ebb and flow of a vicious tide, snaking up your shirt for just a taste.

“..fuck.” your heavy breath fills the room like smoke, a complying pass for her to tease the stretch of her fingers under the waistband of your shorts. control was just a fleeting delusion, your hand grabbing at the bone of her wrist, “come on, let her go first.”

ellie, once again left waiting; abby, so all consumed with the pulse of your neck, is despondent, desperate, her breath shaky in your ear as her hand slips beneath the fabric, a soft groan dripping from her lips at the velvet of your walls enveloping her.

she’s slow, languid and unpracticed with her indigent circles around your clit. a sweet intoxication hanging heavy in the air, you laugh, coy and soft and somewhat mean. you had thought abby bigger, more unobtainable than she really was.

here, she is human. here, she bares her unspoken inexperience.

you pull a desperate, evil ellie from the swirl of your tit, so keen to pull your attention away. your thumb mindlessly swipes along the hang of her bottom lip, her breath warm and savouring in your sunlight.

“y’know what to do?” ellie nods into the palm of your hand, eager to show off, to please. “teach her.”

leaning up on the back of your elbows, you watch through a half-lidded honeyed gaze as ellie slinks down, conflicted. a certain affection in her touch, deeper than that of anything else, she finds abby’s fingers in the heat of your legs, leading them along the strings of your impulse.

a shaky moan leaves abby’s lips, the callous of ellie’s fingers along her own a dream unfounded. she can feel the press of her chest against her back, her breath in her ear, her chin on her shoulder. this was not unlike of them, not a foreign feeling, but new, still. the need in ellie’s throat is rotted, estranged to her touch.

they assess you on the bed, like an experiment. the arch of your back is artwork along the ripple of the sheets.

“go slow, you see that?” ellie’s voice is low in abby’s ear, tracing the breathy moans you drip beneath them. “just like that — good, abs. good girl.”

ellie’s hand slips from abby’s, running your slick along her arm, your thigh, a trail up your stomach as she comes to palm your tits, her mouth finding your neck, biting down on your wicked pulse in such difference to the other.

abby is lost, chasing feelings that no longer belong to her. she watches you writhe under her touch, under ellie’s touch. something wanting sits in her throat, unknown to her.

ellie is her best friend. but this — mean competition abandoned, this is something else. something buried, aged, ready to rear its head.

the blonde brings her lips to the dip of your stomach, pressing a soft trail up the curve of your hips. unsure of what she wants, what she’s looking for on the crest of your body, she presses the crook of her nose into your naval, her fingers burning, picking up their speed.

ellie comes to her, drawn to her like to her a flame. pressing a kiss to the curve of your breast, she finds the cotton of her friend’s lips so easily, as if fated. messily, they meet along the plume of your ribcage, you, an instrument for their own aches. esoteric, their tongues swirl on your skin, on their lips, tracing each other as if they had never known the other at all.

like dogs tugging at meat with the bare of their teeth.

homewrecker, indeed.

⎯ kofi

taglist; @whore4abby @endureher @beemillss @afraidofheightss @sentimentalyellow

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 7 days

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So, again, my text conversations have sparked me to use my wretched abilities of creation

So, with great pleasure I bring to you all...

Elmophobia abby

This one is my favourite

He's right behind me... isn't he?

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 7 days

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the diversity we love to see! this lesbian abandoned her wife and child! deadbeat dad core 🤭

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 9 days

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I JUST FUCKING GRADUATED

#face reveal

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 11 days

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got sick :((

yall im fucking graduating on friday, this is insane. sorry i haven’t posted a lot lately, but i just finished finals yesterday and now i have graduation coming up. but i’ll definitely have more time to write after all of this is over!!!

#worst possible timing #not me getting fucking sick two days before graduation #fml

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 11 days

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me when the group starts talking about boys

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 12 days

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#i’m graduating!!!!#this is unreal #i totally did not think i was gonna graduate high school #holy shit #ahhhhhhhh

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 17 days

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hazel was so shy around you when you had started dating. which at first you didn't mind, thinking she was like that around everyone. but then you saw her with her friends, and she was so talkative and extroverted, totally different from how she acted around you. you tried not to think much of it, but a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that her closed-off behavior towards you had nothing to do with her and everything to do with you. so, you decided to confront her about it.

"hazel, can i talk to you about something?"

"uhm, yeah. sure. what is it?"

you sighed to yourself. she looked so tense, almost uncomfortable, and your heart sank inside your chest. "do you not like me or something?"

hazel's eyes widened as she looked at you, beginning to nervously fiddle with her rings. "what? why do you think that...?"

"it's just, you're so shy around me, and you're not like that with anyone else. sometimes it just feels like you don't want to be around me."

"no! that's- i don't mean to come off as shy around you. it just kinda happens because... i'm scared."

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "of me?"

hazel shook her head, taking a step towards you. "of messing up. you're my first girlfriend. my first... everything. i'm just scared of doing something wrong and somehow pushing you away."

you reached forward and put your hands on hers, stopping her from twisting her rings. "you're not gonna mess up. and you're not gonna push me away. i like you, hazel. a lot. i'm not going anywhere."

hazel smiled softly as she looked up at you. "do you really mean that?"

"yeah," you replied, stepping closer to her, leaving your faces only a few inches apart.

hazel tensed up again at the closeness, but she forced herself to relax and just be in the moment, with you. she felt herself leaning in, and you did too, your lips finally meeting hers for the first time. just as quickly as it happened, it was over, hazel jerking back with a bright red blush on her face.

"that- uhm, that was my first kiss," she said, stumbling over her words from all the jittery feelings swirling inside of her.

you smiled and leaned in again. "wanna have your second?"

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