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Zoey never thought she’d find herself here, in a sketchy and secluded public bathroom, staring at a hole in the wall. It obviously led to the adjacent bathroom on the other side. She stares at it —and despite the way her heartbeat picks up, despite the nerves fluttering in her belly, despite the sweat slicking her palms—nothing happens.
It’s a glory hole.
But not just any glory hole.
You see, Zoey’s been digging around, and after prying some hush-hush word-of-mouth info out of a friend of a friend of a friend, she managed to get her hands on something interesting.
This specific public restroom on campus is well known for its… unusual preferences. She’s talking about huge dicks, duh, of course. The weirder, the better. Zoey’s never been one to hide her freakier tendencies, and this search is only one of many examples.
Footsteps rustle on the other side, loud against the silence of the bathroom floor and successfully stirring Zoey from her train of thoughts. She sits up straighter, her breath caught in her throat as she hears another person stepping inside. The creak of the door hinge makes Zoey’s heart skip a beat, and the soft jingle of a belt buckle being undone has excitement and anticipation rushing through her veins.
It’s happening. It’s really happening.
“Oh? Looks like someone’s already waiting on the other side. Hmm, hope you haven’t been waiting for too long.” The voice on the other side is low, a husky timbre that has Zoey’s stomach fluttering from how smooth and charming it sounds. She bites down on her bottom lip, her hands wringing the hem of her shirt as her eyes are fixated to the hole in the wall.
“Not long at all.” Zoey keeps it short. She’s too excited and too pent up for anything else. Who holds a conversation at a glory hole?
A chuckle sounds from the other side, low and dark, and it sends the arousal in Zoey’s core churning with need.
“Nervous? Is this your first time?” The voice sounds playful, feminine soft as the words drift past the wall. Zoey thinks it’s a woman, and her shoulders loosen a little more at the thought of sucking this ridiculously hot-sounding woman off.
“Y-Yeah. Excited more than nervous, ha ha…” Zoey trails off as the thought really hits her. God, is she really going to do this? Sucking off a stranger’s dick in public? She squeezes her thighs together, nearly whimpering from the poor attempt of relief, and takes a deep breath.
“Oh, so you’re another freak wanting to get off in public. Nothing wrong with that, babe. Hmm, you sound so cute though.” The sound of a zipper sliding downward takes over, tension thickening on either side of the restroom as it is the only sound present. It feels like a punctuation to what they’re about to do, and Zoey gulps as her pulse quickens.
The praise is unexpected but not unwelcomed, Zoey’s cheeks start dusting a soft pink as—her eyes grow wide as a dick slides through the large hole.
Not just any dick.
This one is probably the largest Zoey’s ever seen in her life. It’s fucking huge, about as thick as her wrist and halfway up her forearm—and there are ridges lined on the thick shaft. The skin bulges around those ridges, and Zoey sucks in a sharp breath, swallowing the drool that’s pooled in her mouth without her noticing. Holy fuck. A prominent vein snakes its way down the shaft, drawing Zoey’s attention to the tight sack at the base of the cock. It looks soft and full, and the thought has Zoey’s stomach swooping with the weight of her own arousal.
She’s so horny beyond belief. The ache between her thighs is nearing unbearable, and she wants to know how that dick feels in her hands, in her mouth, maybe even stretching out her pu—
“Are you still there, babe? I didn’t scare you off, did I?” The woman’s tone is playful, a hint of concern seeping through her question. It’s sweet, Zoey thinks before she scrambles to reply.
“N-No! I’m here, yup, totally here! Fuck… I’m about to drain you dry.” Zoey pauses as the woman laughs on the other side, a melodic sound that has Zoey smiling in response. The laughter breaks the tension in the air, leaving them with a pocket of lightheartedness for a much needed moment. Zoey kneels before the wall and lets her hand hover over the thick dick, gulping quietly as she feels the warmth radiating off of the woman’s skin. She asks,”Can I?”
“Mhm, so polite. Go ahead.”
First of all, this woman’s cock is soft. Zoey feels a wave of incredulousness washing over her as she wraps a hand around the fat cock, pleased by how her fingertips are unable to touch each other over the girth. So she’s a size queen, sue her.
The second thought is—fuck, how big is she going to be when she’s hard?
And the answer is very big.
Zoey’s mouth goes slack as she slowly strokes the cock, in awe of the warmth of the flesh and how it hardens with every pump of her hand. It’s standing at full mast now, and Zoey spies that prominent vein again, salivating as it throbs every other second, as if responding to her strokes. Her free hand thumbs at the soft sack, circling the center of each ball, caressing the sensitive skin until the woman sighs pleasantly. She turns her focus to the thick cockhead, her thumb tracing along the ridge until pearly beads dribble out of the slit.
“Oh, mhmm… fuck, your hand feels good, baby.” The woman rumbles out a moan, thick and throaty as the sound bounces off the restroom tiles. The praise and the pet name goes straight to Zoey’s core, a soft whimper as her arousal simmers beneath her belly. Oh, god, she’s getting so wet from giving a handjob and this woman’s praises alone. Zoey bites her lip, this is going to be a night to remember.
She keeps on stroking the cock, curling her palm around the tip in a corkscrew motion and giggling when the woman moans in approval. Wetness slides down the shaft and Zoey keeps on touching her, using the precum as lube until there’s a schlick schlick schlick noise that echoes. It’s so lewd, and Zoey sighs as she feels her underwear growing damp.
“Can I… can I suck you off?” Zoey’s eyes flutter even though the woman can’t see her. She hopes the sentiment is carried through her voice—her desperation and her neediness. The woman practically groans in approval on the other side.
“Go on, baby. Can’t wait to feel you sucking me off. See how hard I am for you?”
And Zoey sees it, this hard and thick cock throbbing in her hand, leaking as it wordlessly begs for more of her touch. She licks her lips and takes in a shuddering breath, blown away by how horny she is right now. She grips the base of the cock tightly before letting her mouth hover a centimeter away. Zoey kisses the tip, a chaste kiss that elicits a soft and pleased sigh from the woman on the other side. It sends a small jolt of pleasure through Zoey; she wants to hear more of it, she wants to hear more praises and know that it’s all from her effort.
“Your lips are so soft, babe.”
Zoey smiles gently as she drags her mouth up and down the shaft, letting her lips brush along the cock, licking at the salty precum that smears across her lips.
“Yeah?” Zoey’s breathy voice ghosts along the tip, making the woman shudder at the warmth on her sensitive skin. She presses another kiss to the tip before lapping at the slit, grinning when the woman immediately groans at the first contact of her warm, wet tongue.
“Fuck, and your tongue…!”
Smug satisfaction flickers across Zoey’s face as she traces her tongue up and down the woman’s cock, taking her time as she licks from the tip all the way down to the base. She takes the woman’s balls into her mouth first, humming victoriously at the vibrant curse falling free on the other side. It’s so soft and warm in her mouth, and Zoey suckles gently until she’s content with the amount of wetness dribbling out of the woman’s tip.
With a wet suckling sound, Zoey lets go of the sack before she kisses her way up the shaft, savoring in the way the cock twitches against her mouth, that prominent vein throbbing hard against the flat of her tongue. She giggles as the woman lets out a long moan, a whimper tacked onto the tail end of that gorgeous sound.
“Is it good? Tell me how good it feels.” Zoey hums against the side of the woman’s cock, letting her tongue flick out leisurely.
“So good! Fuck, baby, I can’t wait for you to take me inside—holy fuck!”
Zoey interrupts her as she takes the cockhead into her mouth, humming in content at the woman’s enthusiastic reaction. It’s a stroke to her ego, and Zoey would smirk if her lips weren’t currently stretched by this woman’s thick and beautiful cock. She moans against the tip, satisfied by how the woman shudders in response. Her tongue laps at the sensitive tip, drinking up every drop of arousal that spills into her mouth. She flicks her tongue side to side before suckling sweetly, her eyes drooping half-lidded as pleasure and debauchery take a hold of her senses.
Wetness floods her belly, molten heat surging as lust and want warms her body from the inside out. She’s so wet, her panties soaked with her own arousal, and Zoey lets out a muffled moan on the cock stuffing her mouth as she slips her hand past the hem of her shorts and underwear.
“Are you… hah, touching yourself, pretty girl? Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Mhmmhmmm.”
With the flat of her tongue on the underside of the cock, Zoey starts bobbing her head, slowly taking in a few inches in her mouth. It’s good, it’s beyond good. She loves the feeling of having her mouth full, and the way this thick cock presses down on her tongue and the way it fills up the entirety of her mouth makes Zoey shudder. This is so hot, she’s practically dripping down her inner thighs now. That’s how good it feels to be sucking off this woman’s thick cock.
And the ridges—good god, they feel so good bumping on her tongue. She wonders how good it would feel deep in her pussy, rubbing against her walls. With every bob of her head, Zoey lets out a muffled moan, trails of drool spilling from the corner of her mouth to drip down the shaft.
Gawk gawk slurp schlick schlick schlick.
It’s an obscene series of sounds that fills the restroom, debauchery and carnal gratification bouncing off the walls as the two indulge in each other.
It feels so good, Zoey thinks as she listens to the woman run her mouth. The praise is never ending, and Zoey shudders as pleasure zips up her spine again and again, spurred on by the heady combination of obscenity. The combination of the woman’s heavy-handed praises and the weight of that cock sliding in and out of her mouth has pleasure buzzing at the back of Zoey’s head, a hazy cloud of lust descending on her brain until she can only think about keeping her mouth full.
“That’s it, your mouth feels so good, baby.”
Gawk gawk gawk.
Zoey’s eyes flutter as she circles her clit, her fingers dipping down to gather the abundant wetness dripping from her pussy before smearing it over her clit. Pleasure strikes her like a lightning bolt, abrupt and powerful. Pleasure wraps around her like a shroud, a thick blanket over her senses.
“God, what a mouth on you… ngh!”
Slurp slurppp.
“Good girl. Fuck… you’re sucking me so good.”
A whine slips out of Zoey as the blush on her cheeks burn hotter, spreading to her ears and further down to her neck as the praise sinks greedily into her chest. Her fingers rub harshly at her clit, her hips bucking from how good everything feels all at once.
She falters, slowing to a shuddering halt as pleasure overtakes her mind and body. Zoey whines, a soft, breathy kind of noise that borders on pornographic. She pulls her mouth off of the woman’s cock, panting against the tip as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Her fingers are still circling her clit, rough and fast now as she chases after her pleasure. With every circle, Zoey huffs and whimpers against that cockhead, whining as it throbs against her lips.
“Fuck, baby, are you gonna come? Just from sucking me off? Oh my god… this is so hot.”
“Can’t… I can’t…” Zoey whimpers as her hips jerk involuntarily, shivering from the sheer pleasure that runs rampant through her.
“Wait, pretty girl, let me help. Stay still for me while I fuck that pretty mouth. Want you coming with my dick in your mouth.”
And that has Zoey moaning shamelessly, visibly shuddering from how obscene those words are. She whimpers before falling in line, her mouth sealing around that thick cockhead once more. Her fingers resume circling around her swollen clit, only faltering when that cock starts pumping in and out of her mouth, throwing Zoey off rhythm for a moment.
“Mhmm, mhmpfmm!”
Gawk gawk gawk.
“Fuuuck, babe… hah, your mouth feels s-so good…”
And Zoey’s mouth goes slack, melting into a pliant state as this woman fucks her mouth like she owns it. Pleasure rushes through Zoey’s veins, insistent and irresistible as Zoey succumbs to it. It feels so good, being used like a cocksleeve like this, that hefty girth sliding in and out of her mouth, those ridges bumping against her tongue and the inside of her cheeks, filling up the space there so exquisitely. Zoey shudders and whines and moans, a slew of salacious sounds muffled by the cock fucking her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she rides the crest of her pleasure.
Her thighs squeeze together, trapping her fingers against her cunt as her walls spasm and flutter around nothing. Her pulse throbs though her clit like a hammering, and Zoey lets out a broken moan on that thrusting cock as she soaks her own hand.
Zoey pulls back slightly, panting for breath as she replaces her mouth with her slick hand. Grinning lazily as she hears a hiss from the other side.
“Fuck, is that… oh, babe, you’re dripping.” The woman groans when she feels the slick wetness Zoey smears on her cock, whimpering as Zoey’s release coats her shaft. “What a dirty girl…”
A sinfully sweet giggle leaves Zoey as she strokes the cock through the hole, eyeing the way it’s saturated with a combination of precum and Zoey’s saliva and wetness. It’s still thick and hard, that prominent vein teasing Zoey with slow throbs and twitches. Desire simmers beneath her skin, and Zoey feels that want coiling in her belly once more. She moans under her breath before she puts her mouth back on that cock, insatiable with the way it bobs in front of her, waiting for her.
Zoey’s eyes droop half-lidded once more as she bobs her head, her cheeks hollowing as she suckles on the tip. The woman starts moving again, a slow pace set this time as she pumps her cock in and out of Zoey’s mouth.
“Can’t wait to… ngh, come inside. You’ll take every drop, won’t you?”
Schlick schlick schlick.
A loud muffled moan comes out of Zoey as the sinful words swirl in the air, the thought of this woman cumming in her mouth riles her up in all the best ways, and she’s whimpering around the cockhead as another wave of pleasure surges through her body.
“Yeah, you want that, baby? You want me to come in your mouth?”
“Fuck! Yes, yes—please!” And Zoey whines, begging so sweetly as she pulls her mouth off of the cock with a sharp gasp, her hand rapidly stroking the shaft. She aims the cockhead at her mouth, moaning as she feels the woman twitching and throbbing in her hand.
“T-Take it! Oh, fuck—“
Thick ropes of creamy white spurt from the tip, splashing on Zoey’s tongue as it fills her mouth up. She taps the head against her tongue, moaning in time with the woman before she closes her lips, suckling greedily at every drop.
In a spur of motion, Zoey scrambles onto her feet. She yanks her shorts and underwear down to her knees and with some maneuvering against the wall, she manages to sandwich the thick cock between her thighs.
“F-Fuck! Is that…?” The woman yelps with a high-pitched noise, groaning on the other side, wonder and incredulousness seeping into her voice.
“That’s my pussy.” Zoey lets out a breathy, wanton moan as she rubs her cunt on the shaft, whimpering at how good it feels to finally have those ridges bumping and rubbing against her soaked folds and her clit. “Can you feel it? How wet I am just from sucking you off?”
“Y-Yeah… fuuuuck, you’re so wet and warm, babe.”
With her heart pounding in her chest, Zoey bites down on her bottom lip. It feels good but it’s not enough. She wants to feel it, feel that thick cock sliding deep inside of her, feel those ridges rubbing against her sweet spots until she’s delirious from pleasure. She wants it so much, and her mouth moves faster than her brain can think when this fog of lust is hindering her thoughts.
“Come over. Please. I-I need you to fuck me.”
There’s a pause on the other side, the tension in the air charged as they’re both left panting audibly. Zoey hears an audible gulp before, “Okay.”
The word is thick with need as well, and Zoey smiles at the tone, pleased by the mutual all-consuming lust that has gripped them both as strangers.
“Hurry.” She lets out a needy whine, whimpering when the cock disappears from the hole and leaves her empty. Zoey licks her lips as she listens to the hasty rustle of clothes and then the hurried footsteps against the tiles, giggling sweetly as they round the other side. It’s only a few seconds later before she hears the thump of footsteps on her side of the restroom and a polite knock on the stall door.
With a deep breath, Zoey unlocks the door and pushes it open, blinking when a body shuffles in before locking it again.
Zoey stares at the woman in front of her and her jaw goes slack at how pretty she is. Lavender hair falling off her shoulder, styled in a sharp wolfcut that works with the woman’s sharp jawline and intense dark eyes. There are glimpses of prismatic lines on the woman’s toned arms, tattoos that look so intriguing and fitting on her skin.
Then Zoey blinks as familiarity crosses her mind and… wait a second…
“…Rumi?” In astonishment, Zoey blinks as the familiar face jogs her memory. It’s Ryu Rumi—Rumi who lives across the hall from her dorm.
“Zoey? Oh… this is a little awkward.” Soft pink flushes across Rumi’s cheeks as the same realization strikes her. She’s still so pretty while she’s flustered though, Zoey thinks.
Zoey’s eyes drift down to their haphazard state of undress, to the wetness dripping down her thighs, and the obvious bulge that’s partially hidden by Rumi’s waistband. She reaches for it without thinking, only freezing when Rumi lets out a breathy gasp.
Zoey’s gaze snaps upward, locking with Rumi’s blown dark eyes. She licks her lips as her thoughts tumble towards the gutter once more. “Is this… is this okay?”
She watches as Rumi bites her lip, exhaling out a shaky breath as her hips rock forward into Zoey’s touch. “Yeah… yeah, definitely.”
“I still want you.” Zoey grins, slow and lazy as she takes in the effect of her words on Rumi’s body; a throb from the bulge pressing against her palm and a broken moan slipping out of Rumi’s mouth. It’s another stroke to her ego, the way Rumi reacts so well to her. Their chemistry clicks, meshing so well with each other that Zoey feels that awkwardness quickly being replaced by charged tension and lust. The energy from before returns, spurred on by the want swirling thick in both of their gazes.
“I still want you too.” Rumi growls the words out and fuck, that’s so hot. Zoey shivers as she shimmies her shorts and panties off one leg, leaving them dangling on one ankle. She tips forward, leaning into Rumi who is already opening her arms, sliding them around Zoey’s waist. Oh, they’re so strong. She doesn’t squeak, no, she doesn’t make an undignified sound at all.
Rumi laughs softly as she pulls Zoey into her, their bodies flush together as their faces draw near.
“Kiss me,” Zoey says breathily, utter want plastered across her face as she leans in. Their noses bump against each other gently before their heads tilt, mouths finally meeting in an unexpectedly soft kiss. It takes Zoey by surprise, but it’s nice and sweet, the way Rumi kisses her like she’s something to be cherished.
Then comes the hunger in the form of Rumi’s tongue licking across the seam of her lips. Zoey gives her access quickly, and she moans as Rumi licks into her mouth like she’s trying to devour her. Zoey’s hand flies to Rumi’s nape, blunt fingernails scratching at that purple hairline hard enough to make Rumi moan. They kiss until they’re breathless, and only when they part for air is Zoey reminded of the needy ache between her legs.
She squeezes Rumi’s bulge, whining against Rumi’s mouth with a, “C’mon, fuck me. I wanna feel your thick cock inside of me already.”
“God, you’re so… how are you this hot?” Rumi groans before she obliges eagerly, still on the same wavelength as Zoey is when it comes to the desire coursing through their veins. She slides her hands down to Zoey’s waist, gripping those hips with a strength that makes Zoey’s knees wobble and her pussy clench around nothing, before flipping her around and pushing her against the wall.
“F-Fuck, do you work out or something?” A moan stutters out of Zoey.
“Mhm, every other day.” Rumi rumbles out the words as she fists her cock, pumping it a few times before pressing closer.
The sensation of Rumi’s cock rubbing against her backside makes Zoey gasp out loud, and the strength in the way Rumi manhandles her only makes Zoey wetter. She whines as she feels Rumi’s cock slipping between her thighs, sliding against her folds in a teasing motion.
“D-Don’t tease…” Zoey says it breathlessly as she tugs at Rumi’s arm, urging her closer.
For a moment, Rumi stares at her, mesmerized. Then she blinks and nods, murmuring a tender, “Okay.”
The blunt tip presses against her entrance and Zoey swallows thickly, moaning long and low as Rumi lathers her nape with kisses while working her cock inside. Soft lips and sharp nips to her nape and shoulders provide a pleasant distraction from the slow sting of Rumi’s cockhead pushing inside. It’s flattering really, the way Rumi kisses the freckles scattered across her shoulders like they’re constellations. Zoey’s stomach flips pleasantly, warmth blooming with every reverent touch from Rumi.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me, just breathe. Good girl.”
Zoey whimpers, trembling at the praise and the slow stretch of her cunt. It’s good, it’s so thick—fuck, this is exactly what she wants. She’s dripping all over Rumi’s cock, shaking like a leaf as that thickness enters her slowly, stretching her out so good. It’s sweet the way Rumi holds her close, kissing her so gently as she splits her open. Huffs and whimpers leave Zoey’s lips as she braces her hands on the wall, surrendering to the delicious stretch of her pussy and the inevitable pleasure that washes over her senses.
Rumi’s hand dips between her legs to circle at her clit, and the throaty moan that Zoey lets out is guttural and shameless. Pleasure returns twofold, and it’s like Zoey’s pussy opens up even more. She’s gushing on Rumi’s cock as that thickness slides deeper and deeper, pushing and sliding against her walls until she’s full to the brim.
And those ridges—god, those fucking ridges feel exactly like what Zoey was hoping for. They rub against her walls, dragging against her sweet spots until her knees are wobbling, obscene pleasure dancing up her spine and radiating outward through her body. There are stars bursting in her blurry vision, and Zoey whimpers when Rumi finally, finally bottoms out.
“God, fuck! You’re so… so deep inside.” Zoey says it breathlessly, lost in the pleasure fogging up her mind.
“You’re so wet, Zoey. So tight around me. Fuck, you really… ngh, took all of me.” Rumi pants harshly as she buries her face in Zoey’s nape, grunting and moaning her pleasure out loud. It feels good, knowing that Rumi is just as affected as she is.
“Feels good.” Zoey murmurs as she takes Rumi’s hand from between her legs and slides it to her hip. She glances over her shoulder, a smoldering look locking with Rumi’s gaze as she says, “Now fuck me. I wanna feel all of you.”
Rumi growls, straight up growls like a feral animal as her hands squeeze Zoey’s hips hard. It makes her moan in delight, pleased by the roughness.
“D-Don’t hold back!”
“Okay, okay.” Rumi leans forward to kiss her again, drinking in the sharp cry leaving Zoey’s mouth when she drags her hips back before snapping them forward. A harsh and quick pace is settled, and the vulgar slap of slick skin becomes prominent alongside a chorus of grunts and moans.
That thick girth plunges deep into Zoey’s pussy, and she cries out with every impact. Pleasure dances through her body, clusters of stars imploding within her blurry vision. This is what she wants, what she craves—and Zoey takes it all in stride, moaning Rumi’s name as she takes the rough pounding of that thick cock. The ridges, oh, fuck, the ridges—that rub against her slick, fluttering walls, such delicious friction that it makes Zoey melt into Rumi’s steady hold.
“H-Harder!”
“Fuck, you feel amazing. Gripping me like you don’t wanna let go.”
“Y-Yes, Rumi! Keep fucking me… so good, hah!”
Her hand slips between her thighs and the rough circles on her clit has Zoey’s hips bucking, squealing as pleasure rips through her mercilessly. She’s moaning and sobbing, obscene ah, ah, ah’s echoing in the restroom in time to the lewd clap of their bodies meeting over and over. All that delicious pressure coils tight in her belly, and a guttural moan slips out of Zoey as she feels her pleasure mounting, climbing towards a peak that has her unraveling faster than she can think. Her eyes squeeze shut and her walls clench down hard around Rumi.
“Oh, fuck, are you—“
“Yes, yes, yes—please! Don’t stop, don’t—“
Rumi growls loudly as she squeezes Zoey’s hips, a promise of a bruise in the shape of her fingers blooming tomorrow, as she doubles down and fucks Zoey through her orgasm. The vice grip of slick walls around her cock feels so good that Rumi’s vision blurs, but she powers through, panting messily as she pumps her hips until her abs burn with exertion. Seeing and feeling Zoey coming on her cock feels incredible, a sensation she’ll remember for the rest of her life. She holds Zoey through her pleasure, working her thick cock through that velvety heat until her own pace falters as she toes the edge.
“Z-Zoey, I’m… ngh, fuck, I’m c-close!”
“Inside! Come inside me!” Zoey babbles, lust stark on her features as her hands slide over Rumi’s, holding her hands as she begs so sweetly, “Please, please—breed me, fuck your cum inside me!”
And Rumi obliges, moaning and shuddering as she resumes that brutal pace once more. She holds Zoey’s hips with a strong grip, inadvertently making Zoey arch her back as she fucks deep into that sopping wet pussy. Huffs and moans and shuddering cries are loosened from their lips as Rumi ruts into Zoey, chasing after her pleasure with no hesitation now.
“C-Coming! Fuck, I’m gonna—“
“Yes, just like that!”
“Take it, take it, baby!”
“R-Rumi!”
A deluge of hot cum floods Zoey’s pussy, splashing against her walls until she’s filled up to the brim. And Rumi keeps on going, making Zoey scream and sob as she fucks her cum deep inside, that thick cockhead battering against a sweet spot that has Zoey thrashing and shrieking, gushing her release on Rumi’s cock in a messy spray of wetness.
“Oh, god…” Rumi huffs and puffs, her body slowing to a stop as she tries to catch her breath. She’s still holding Zoey flush to herself, hands tight on those hips, forehead resting against Zoey’s nape as they tremble with delightful aftershocks.
“Are you okay?”
The question is asked with quiet care and an unfamiliar sweetness as Zoey gulps down lungfuls of air, her heartbeat kicking in her chest from the rush of pleasure and release of all those feel-good chemicals in her brain. She hums as she feels Rumi’s hands caress her stomach, her thighs, the curve of her waist. It’s affectionate, and Zoey’s eyes flutter shut from how pleasant it feels. She melts into the touch, murmuring a soft yes to the question.
Rumi stays where she is, her hands still caressing Zoey’s body, and honestly, Zoey could nod off right here, right now. She’s so sleepy now, exertion and pleasure taking a toll on her body.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me.” Rumi’s voice is soft and full of mirth as she rubs circles on Zoey’s tummy. Oh, belly rubs. She’s a goner. It doesn’t help that Zoey knows exactly where Rumi is staying—right across the hall. To think she could be getting stuffed by Rumi on the daily…
“Mhm, I’m not.”
“C’mon, let’s go back to the dorms. Doesn’t a shower sound nice?” Rumi tries to coax her sweetly, and Zoey hums as she leans back into Rumi’s front. Whatever Rumi has in mind, it’s clearly working.
“It does.” Zoey sighs, blinking the drowsiness out of her eyes as she glances over her shoulder. Now feeling bashful as Rumi holds her with a familiar sense of intimacy, smiling down at her. “So does take out and post-nut cuddles.”
It gets an eyebrow raise from Rumi before she cracks a crooked grin, “It does. My dorm or yours?”
And a rush of giddy happiness blooms in Zoey’s belly at the response. She giggles and hums, her hand hesitating for a second before it slides over Rumi’s. Their fingers intertwine, and she shouldn’t be this happy but she is. Zoey smiles as she feels Rumi gently squeeze her hand. Oh, she really is a goner for this woman already. “Mine. My roommate’s away at the moment. We can cuddle and pig out on take out without judgement.”
“Sounds perfect.” Rumi says as she leans in, sealing it with a kiss to Zoey’s lips.