𝚂 𝚃 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝚃 𝚂 ( Agnes // minou.xi )

[Ascensionism]

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A little over three years. That’s how long she had been involved with Grey so far. It was a pretty big deal in Helena’s mind since before she would only last a few months at the most with one person before bouncing to the next— her last boyfriend lasted almost an entire year. No one seemed to want to deal with the jealousy or her temper for too long and after her last hellhole of a relationship, the young woman had given up on the thought of dating for a while (even if being single was next to the absolute worst thing in the world)— right up until Grey came along and swept her off of her feet.

...well, that was a nicer way of putting it. They had met at some house party that one of her friends had dragged her along to; she liked his tattoos and the way he looked as if that was the last place he wanted to be. He liked her lips and the fact that she could have probably ruined his life if he let her. In all reality, Helena hadn’t expected anything more than a one, maybe two time hookup with him. But eventually they ended up dating after tearing each others clothes off more times than she could count, and she was proud to say that their relationship had lasted this long... She never counted the numerous times they had split up as “official” break ups. She got on Grey’s nerves just about as badly as he got on hers but for some reason, they could never just leave each other alone. Maybe it was the sex...maybe they were just a match made in hell. Maybe it was all she knew and she was just clinging onto him for some semblance of normalcy. Helena didn’t know what it was about her boyfriend but no matter how many times they fought or took a break, she just couldn’t stay away. And oddly enough, she was okay with it.

The young woman hummed softly as she shoved a few things into her overnight bag. Technically she didn’t need one— she was sure that she had already taken up about half of Grey’s closet and dresser by this point, but it still felt nice to have just in case. Since they both had the next day off, it was only natural that he would be going over there and spending the night...well, not like that mattered; even if they both had to work the next day, Helena was usually spending the night. Her roommates hardly ever saw her at home anymore and often made lighthearted jokes about how she should just move in with her boyfriend already, but she typically shut that down pretty quickly— as much as she loved him and the idea of that, she was positive that actually living under the same roof as Grey just a disaster waiting to happen, but she’d never actually say that out loud. She didn’t even like thinking about it.

Before too long, Helena had made her way outside and got into her car. She placed her bag in the passenger seat before pulling her phone out and shooting Grey a quick text to let him know she was on the way. After sending it, she buckled her seatbelt and pulled out of the parking lot. About fifteen minutes later she’d arrived at the apartment complex that her boyfriend lived in. Helena didn’t get out of her car just yet— she sat there for a moment and checked his phone, seeing that the other hadn’t responded to her text yet. She furrowed her brows slightly then shrugged as she shoved her phone back in her pocket. Whatever, Grey was probably busy at work...she would just wait for him.

Since she knew that the other kept his spare key under the doormat, once Helena had made it into the building she just let herself right in. She took her shoes off and lined them up against the wall, then made a beeline right for Grey’s bedroom (well at this point it might as well have been both of theirs) to put her bag in there. Afterwards she made her way into the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water before walking into the living room, flopping right onto the couch, and turning on the tv. A couple of minutes later, she found herself bored, so she pulled out her phone again to send her boyfriend another text.

< I’m here, I just let myself in. Hurry up slowpoke (; >

 

[Agnes]

< Just 10 more minutes. Get comfy : P >

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The screen flashed as Grey quickly tapped away the message to his girlfriend, holding the phone in one hand while getting into his crappy blue Civic. The shift tonight had gotten a bit longer than expected, courtesy of some douchebag who wouldn't leave the club after being kicked out for harassing one of the girls. The perks of being a bouncer, he supposed, being late to a night in with his girlfriend so he could have some dude curse at him in several creatively worded insults that would get the twitter mob roaring. He would quit the job if he could, but the pay was too good to pass up, and one doesn't really say no to the boss when offered a job, especially when one is still a measly associate, not even a made man yet. Still though, that was all irrelevant now; all that mattered for tonight was Ellie, waiting for him back home, probably sprawled out on the couch wearing her adorably oversized shirt that she appropriated from him.

It was a funny thing, how they'd started dating. Grey fancied himself a bit of a free-spirit, not tied down by relationships and such, rather married to his ambition to move up in the world. So of course, when he met a certain girl at a random house party looking like she was plucked straight from a Disney movie, of course he went in for it. He'd expected a quick one night stand and a mutual parting of ways; they'd be lucky if they got each other's names. They did so, in fact, she was Helena and he was Caleb. They also ended up hooking up again, and again... and again, until they both realized boning exclusively would be more straightforward than giving each other 2 AM booty calls every night.

That was over three years ago. Time seems to fly by when you're in a happy relationship, though... happy is a questionable word. There was a reason why the prince and princess live happily ever after in fairytales, not peacefully. At one point or another, they inevitably threw furniture at each other, as was the case for Grey and Ellie themselves. They were like a match made in hell, so uncontrollably drawn to each other yet completely incompatible in the best and worst ways. There was rarely a day where they went by without fighting or screaming or at the very least making light hearted jabs at each other. It was almost a miracle that they'd actually lasted this long, discounting all the little break ups they had in between. Take out all their down time and it would probably go down to like two and a half years, but it was still a substantial amount of time spent together.

Lost in the reminiscings about the beginnings of his relationship with Ellie, the ride home passed by in a breeze, and soon he was parking his car below the apartment complex he lived in, already spotting his girlfriend's car parked somewhere nearby. With an unusual little spring to his step he exited his car and made his way up to his apartment - he had cause to be excited, after all. Tomorrow was a free day for both of them, and while Ellie did stay over most days, tomorrow they wouldn't have to scramble out of bed to be in time for their respective jobs. They could just laze around in bed and do what they haven't done for a long time - absolutely nothing. Soon enough, he was at his own front door, and with one final swipe through his hair to push it into place, he pushed the door open and entered, knowing the teal-haired woman would leave it open for him.

And what a sight awaited him in the living room. "Made yourself right at home, hm?" he chuckled a bit tiredly, taking off his shoes and red blazer to hang on a nearby rack, and undoing the sleeve buttons on his wrists so he could roll up his white dress shirt and reveal his much beloved tattoos. Though it wasn't for anyone's particular benefit; Ellie had probably seen them enough times to satisfy her a life time. Grey couldn't help but notice how pretty and natural his girlfriend looked in his home, and he briefly wondered why he hadn't asked her to move in yet. They practically lived together already - most of his wardrobe and dressers were taken by her many, many articles of clothing, and she slept over so frequently he often thought her roommates were getting free rent.

Just then, his phone lit up, notifying him of a message from the girl who was harassed earlier, telling him she was okay now after he asked her how she was holding up. He typed in a quick affirmative and closed it again, wanting nothing more than to focus on Ellie and Ellie alone. With a mischievous little grin, he padded to in front of the couch and leaned down to kiss her on her nose, and whispered delicately, "Sorry for being late, I was dishing out some ass kicking earlier." With that, his smile evolved into a chesire grin. "I missed you..."

 

[Ascensionism]

Ten minutes was too long. Helena leaned her head back against the couch with a small roll of her eyes, though the gif and the thought of her boyfriend coming home was enough to bring a smile to her face. Dating a bouncer was fun and all, and she loved being able to skip the line with her friends and get into his club for free the few times they went, but there was always a drawback somewhere. Often she would be left waiting for him to get off. Not to mention the numerous times she had ended up scaring off any other girl who wanted to get in and looked at her man a certain type of way. Whoops.

And so she waited impatiently. Blue eyes flitted between the tv screen, the door, and the loose thread on the oversized shirt she had stolen right out of Grey’s closet last month. She never felt the need to dress to impress unless they were going out— before they had actually gone exclusive, she wouldn’t show up in more than a pair of track shorts and an old t-shirt, knowing that they would just be coming off.

Before, the sound of a doorknob turning would have made her bolt upright and rush to greet him. Now that they had been together for so long, that wasn’t so much the case. Helena stayed put where she was, casually lounging on his couch as if she paid rent there, and smiled warmly once she saw her boyfriend’s face. “You didn’t give me much of a choice,” she teased, relaxing further into the soft cushions beneath her, “Thought I was gonna die waiting for you.” Her eyes wandered away from his face, down to the white button up where they subsequently zeroed in on his tattooed arms. They were the first thing to catch her attention at that house party all those years ago, and while she saw them basically every day, she knew that she would never get tired of seeing them…unless she was pissed off, of course. But they had both been fine for a at least a month minus a few arguments (minor compared to the ones that caused the two to take many breaks from each other), and tonight would be no different.

Or so she thought. Helena couldn’t help the flicker of irritation she felt when the man pulled out his phone and typed away at it before giving her any of the physical affection she deserved. But she stuffed it away to the back of her brain once he started crossing the room with that grin on his devastatingly handsome face. “Mm, I’m sure you were.” The teal-haired woman reached up, winding slender arms around the back of his neck. “Bet you showed that jackass and put them right in their place.” She leaned in and pressed a soft peck against his lips. “I missed you too, baby…I felt so lonely sitting here all by myself.”

If they could just stay like this forever, she wouldn’t have minded. Happy, carefree. Gentle affection preceding the downright nasty sex they would most likely have later on that night. The topic of moving into his apartment had never come up between the two of them (even if she had basically halfway moved in already), and while she would have loved nothing more in the world than to live with Grey, they likely would have ended up tearing the entire complex down. Helena had a terrible habit of picking fights when she was bored and Grey often matched her energy and fed into it. But as much as a small part of her mind liked the thrill of arguing with him, she never liked the aftermath. Crying for days on end always left her with a headache to go along with the heartache. Her coworkers were tired of it, her friends were sick of it. She never wanted to listen to advice that never went past “just dump him and move on”— it was never that simple. Helena was surprisingly sentimental, how could she just give up on the man she had grown to love so much?

So if Grey didn’t find his way back to her first, she would find her way back to him.

“Have you eaten yet?” the young woman asked. “Can we order in tonight? I don’t really feel like cooking..” Anything to distract herself from whoever her boyfriend had been texting just moments ago.

 

[Agnes]

She always did have a flair for the dramatic. It was the man's turn to roll his eyes now, and he did so with a quick snort, though Ellie could very well have been telling the truth. You'd think they'd know each other like the back of their hands after dating for three years, and for the most part they did, but Grey was never able to really tell if his girlfriend was serious about something or was only joking. Countless fights had begun this way because he'd either brushed her off without concern or gotten angry when she was just shooting the shit. Regardless, he crossed over to her with a tired, but eager look of a man about to have a grand meal after a long day. His eyes, a dark grey like his namesake, roamed shamelessly over her body, her delectable thighs he so often loved to get lost in, her teal colored tresses and the swell of her breasts on her chest, currently tragically concealed behind - surprise, surprise - his own shirt. He really should start charging her for these. White button downs aren't exactly cheap.

Down he went, gently pressing onto her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting her lips in a quick, affectionate peck. She smelled good, just like she always did - he'd come to appreciate her natural scent more than any perfume she could put on. Closing his eyes lightly, he kissed her a second time, longer and deeper this time, getting a taste of her after he'd been starved for so long, and began to trail kisses down her chin and neck as he spoke. "Yeah... the guy kept thinking he could take me 'cause I looked like a stick," he mumbled with a laugh, quite used to comments about his physique after years of working at the club. He wasn't some roided out beefcake; he was a 5'10" Asian guy with a lean build more suited for an athlete rather than a guard. Of course people wanted to pick fights with him. And, unfortunately for them, Grey also liked picking fights with people.

"I'll make it up to you..." he whispered against her neck, nuzzling into her like a particularly clingy animal, while his hand snaked under the shirt to caress the softness of her belly, squeezing it, fingers grazing lightly over her pierced belly button. Laying his head on her breasts, he gave them a quick kiss before looking up to meet her sapphire blue eyes with a lopsided smile. "I could get a dog to keep you company while I'm away," he teased, knowing full well about her (absolutely nonsensical) fear of dogs. "Maybe a tiny Chihuahua for my tiny baby." Before she could slap him or retaliate through other means, he jumped off her with deftly with a laugh, and went off grinning proudly like a child who'd just managed to swear for the first time.

But then he caught it - the subtlest of hesitations behind her words. Ellie wasn't the best at hiding her emotions, and Grey was also terrible at picking up cues, but even he got used to some of her tells over the years. She was upset already, about something. About what, he didn't want to know, or even think about; the reasons were always irrelevant in the end, and right now, preserving the this little moment between them was more important than trying to fix whatever's on her mind. He wasn't going to make the mistake of asking her what's wrong, he's done that way too many times with terrible results. So instead, he quickly nodded to her offer of ordering in. He'd actually been looking forward to making something with her tonight, but dropping twenty on a pizza was better than fighting because he tactlessly asked her to cook.

"Sure. Pizza or Chinese?" The key to deciding what to order with a girlfriend: give them the choices at once, don't list things off one by one just for her to say no. After she'd made her choice, whether it was pizza or chinese take out or something else, Grey put in the order without hesitation, and went sit beside her again, playfully pushing her legs off the couch before pulling them back onto his lap after sitting down. Grey eyes flicked to the screen - some crappy rom-com on Netflix. "You like this sappy stuff?" he teased just as the characters on screen kissed, presumably after the arc where they have their fight and reconcile. "Mm, kissing and making up right after trying to kill each other... life would be so much easier if we did that," he quipped with a waggle of his brows, much like the gif he sent, his hands lazily caressing her thighs below.

 

[Ascensionism]

Helena leaned her head back, leaning further into the kisses that were pressed into the fair skin of her chin and neck. When she had first brought Grey along to meet her friends, they had been surprised— he wasn’t her usual type. Tattooed, lean, and aggressive, he contrasted greatly with the previously never ending cycle of clean-cut white guys of her past whose entire personalities revolved around daddy’s money and the gym, and their undying love for alt girls. They all said that they liked “crazy” girls and ran at the first sign of it. Grey had been the only one who proved time and time again that he could handle it (however poorly it may have been), and Helena had decided she would never settle for less.

She hummed quietly as long fingers massaged over her belly, fingertips lightly traveling over the ring that adorned her navel. When a kiss had been pressed against the swell of her breasts, she looked down at him, sapphire blue meeting stormy grey. Helena’s brows furrowed at the mention of him getting her a dog to keep her company while he was away— and she scrunched up her nose when he specifically said a Chihuahua. Before she could smack him lightly upside the head he had retreated with a proud grin, and she crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t upset or anything; she knew better than to get upset over a lighthearted joke. “Absolutely not,” she huffed, “Chihuahuas are the worst.” The young woman stretched her legs out along the couch cushions and leaned her head back once again. “Get me a cat instead, they’re much cuter.”

She was pleased by his approval to just order something for the night— she had plans to make breakfast whenever they woke up the next morning, anyways. “Mm…I’m kind of feeling Chinese,” she murmured, “I just want my usual.” Helena had always been a picky eater and she was nothing if not indecisive (and combative, and dramatic…minor details), so she usually stuck to what she knew she liked…and it definitely helped that Grey had given her two choices at once rather than go down the list of what was open on Doordash or Postmates.

At the beginning, they would have gone at it for at least an hour, with Helena shooting down every single idea he’d had for food. It was always something; Mexican hurt her stomach, she’d just had fast food earlier that week, steak would be too expensive (knowing fully well that Grey would most likely be paying). Over the years, thanks to his help and constant prodding, the teal-haired woman had allowed herself to come out of her shell and be just a little bit adventurous when it came to picking what to eat. But when she didn’t feel like trying anything new, she stuck to the basics, or she cooked.

She allowed her boyfriend to push her legs off of the couch in order to make room for himself before she settled them on top of his. “It’s a cute movie.” One that Helena hadn’t been paying attention to at all; honestly she had just put on something random to pass the time. “You know I won’t watch any of that horror or action stuff without you.” The woman crossed one leg over the other and propped her head up in her hand “It would be…but we both know that it’s, like, so unrealistic.” The casual conversation was doing a decent job at keeping her mind off of whoever Grey had been texting, and a small part of her hoped that she would just forget it by the morning, however unlikely it may have been.

Soon enough, the movie was boring her, and she had a much better idea of how to occupy the both of them while they waited for their food. “Hey…” Without so much as waiting for Grey to turn his head or acknowledge her, Helena moved from her spot on the couch and straddled his lap, arms loosely draping over his shoulders. She kissed the top of his head, preparing the man for the coming onslaught of kisses she peppered all over his face before she finally connected their lips in one fell swoop.

 

[Agnes]

"Why a cat?" Grey asked incredulously, scrunching his nose at her objectively bad answer. He could understand her not liking dogs, even cute little Chihuahuas (though they could very well be her spirit animal, given how disproportionately aggressive they were compared to their size), but cats? "I don't know about cute, baby, but they sure are annoying. They do nothing but meow and ruin things." Still, it was a discussion that was best reserved for when they would actually live together, and although Grey was somewhat inclined to the idea, both he and Ellie knew it would end in disaster. They were each other's worst nightmares, bickering constantly even when they lived apart; he could only assume they'd tear the whole place down if they lived under the same roof. The two weren't even suited to take care of themselves, much less a cat (or a dog, you never know).

Chinese, her usual. Grey tsk-tsked nodded sagely. "Right. Nothing too spicy or adventurous... leave the ass-destroying part to me," he mumbled audibly, lips cracking into a small smile at his own juvenile joke. The order was placed without a hitch, thank god - he wasn't exactly looking forward to arguing on an empty stomach, and if he had to argue, he'd rather do it with his girlfriend. Such loyalty. Not sure if Helena appreciates it though. Done with ordering food, he went over to the couch, bringing her legs over his lap, playing with them mindlessly; it was a thing of habit for him now, and it was rare for him to not be touching Ellie somewhere when they were alone together.

The movie was cute, true, and they served as perfect fodder when they wanted to some white noise during... whatever, but they had their interests in other things, as Ellie put it. "Yeah, 'cause you're a scaredy-cat who screams before the actual jump scare," he teased affectionately, conveniently leaving out the fact that he loved it when she cuddled into his chest and hid under the blankets. Call it the male ego, a toxic mindset, whatever; Grey was proud of the fact that he could give Ellie a sense of security, whether it was watching horror movies or dealing with unsavory types on her night-outs. Which actually happened more than he'd like - people don't seem to get the fact that her guy was a bouncer and could kick their asses out onto the streets without so much as an explanation.

It was funny actually - all of Helena's friend's had been surprised when she introduced him to them, and rightly so. He looked like (and was) a gangster with his tattoos and slicked hair and furrowed brows. He was an intimidating presence, to say the least, even though he was only eighteen when they'd started dating. Somewhat irrelevant though, as boys like him tend to grow up earlier. They have to. On the flip side, none of his friends and associates in the Crystal Rose had been surprised he had started dating Helena. He'd never actually gone steady before, but it was quite obvious from early on he had no interest in ordinary girls. They'd always said he'd end up with a crazy chick, and looking back, it seems they'd been right. Helena wasn't crazy though, just a bit... too emotive at times. Or so he told himself.

But his train of thought crashed into a wall and disappeared instantly the moment Helena moved. "Hm? What's up-" He wasn't allowed a chance to respond. Before he knew it, Ellie was on top of him, straddling his lap, peppering kisses all over his face in a sudden show of affection, to which Grey could only laugh in elated surprise. Her lips felt soft, amazing, and as she lowered to meet his own lips, he shifted and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer into the embrace. There was no need for any words now - his tongue ran gently along her lower lip, suckling on it gently, demanding entry so he could savor her familiar taste again, their tongues meeting in a feverish dance in the pit of their mouths.

He didn't know how much he'd been missing her until he had a taste, but just a single moment was enough to work him up. The effect was instant, blood rushing to between his legs where his member began to press against his jeans, which Ellie would inevitably feel through her panties. "I missed you, baby," he whispered against her lips, his hand sliding down from her waist to cup her full, lovely rear, gently squeezing a handful and enjoying the ass that he owned. Just then, his phone dinged with a notification, but he was too preoccupied to care, and quickly cupped his girlfriend's cheek and squeezed it affectionately so she wouldn't zero in on it. God knows they needed this tonight.

"Ignore it," he urged, placing another urgent kiss on her sinfully soft lips. "it's probably just DoorDash confirming the order."

 

[Ascensionism]

Climbing up into Grey’s lap ensured that she had his full attention, no matter the situation. She couldn’t count the number of times she had grown bored of scrolling through TikTok or Instagram while he was playing his games and subsequently ended up crawling into his lap— each and every time Grey would immediately drop his controller, lavish her in the attention she deserved and treat her like the queen she was. And oh, did he ~treat her. As his arms circled around her waist, she scooted as close as she possibly could, humming softly as he pressed into the kiss.

It didn’t matter how many times or how frequently they had done this in the past. Helena constantly her boyfriend’s touch, his kiss, the way he felt inside of her. She was selfish, greedy, and couldn’t even stand the thought of him touching someone else like he touched her. After figuring out everything her ex had done behind her back, she couldn’t help her fears. Helena had seen the way other women looked at her man. She did a fairly decent job of running them off whenever she saw them, whether or not they approached him or were just simply staring at him for longer than she thought was necessary, and he did the same for her. But did he ever truly do anything about it whenever she wasn’t around?

The teal-haired woman hardly had the time to get lost in her own thoughts when Grey mumbled sickly sweet words against her lips, one hand trailing down her body and palming at her ass. Helena rolled her hips down against his with a cheeky grin, clearly delighted to feel the way his body reacted to her, oh so pleasantly pressing up against her barely clad center. The only thing that had brought her out of her focus was the sound of a notification from the other’s phone. Almost as quickly as her blue eyes shot open and snapped in the direction of the noise, Grey’s hand had come up to gently cup her cheek.

She would let it slide…for now. He was probably right…probably. He had, after all, just placed their order earlier, so it was likely Doordash letting them know that their food had been picked up and was on its way. But Helena couldn’t help the way her thoughts went back to whoever he was texting earlier. She was nosy to a fault, possessive and her jealousy had an ugly habit of causing rifts in their relationship. The way he had squeezed her cheek coupled with the way his erection was pressing insistently against her helped to distract the woman from his phone, and she returned the kiss with the same sense of urgency. She needed this right now. They needed this.

Her hands quickly got to work, rushing to unbutton his shirt. “You’re mine,” she reminded him breathily. Toxic. “All mine, not anyone else’s.” She made quick work of undoing the button’s of his shirt and ran her hands up the bare expanse of his torso, rubbing over the junctures between his neck and shoulders before they traveled back down, perfectly manicured burgundy nails leaving light red lines in their wake. “I need you so bad, baby…”

 

[Agnes]

His breath caught in his throat as Helena's eyes snapped open and flicked to where his phone was. It filled him with dread every time he saw her beautiful blue eyes fill up with that possessive envy, that jealousy that plagued such a large part of their relationship. Grey loved that she was so affectionate and clingy of him, and he loved that she couldn't even bear the thought of him being with someone else - it was the same for him, after all - but there comes a line where possessiveness turns into trust issues and toxicity, and both of them crossed it regularly. Grey couldn't count how many times he'd gotten into fights because some guy looked at his girl the wrong way, or how many times he'd gotten into trouble at his work because she saw other girls trying to flirt their way with him into the club.

Of course, Grey knew why she was being like this. His own possessiveness came from his ego and his insecurities, but for Helena, the problem ran so much deeper. Her ex, being the absolutely douchebag he was, had really done a number on her with all the times he cheated on her and strung her along. Grey was only too happy to show her that he was different, that he had his eyes only for her, that he was loyal, but it could be exhausting sometimes. It felt like he was dealing with the emotional baggage some bastard left for him. Luckily for him, it seemed the little squeeze and the whispered words would be enough; she turned back to him with a fervor, and he was only too happy to oblige. Fuck Doordash for being a good service and confirming their orders.

Soft, curvy hips rolled down against his erection. Dainty fingers fumbled to undo his button. Urgent, needy, possessive, she breathed against him. "I'm yours," he confirmed for the umpteenth time. "Not anyone else's. Just like you're my mine, babygirl," he whispered agaisnt her lips. His hands regretfully left her ass and went to unbutton her shirt (the one she stole from him), just as she made shirt work of his and pulled it open, exposing the tiny scars that dotted his chest and the tattoos peeking out from his sleeves. Burgundy nails, sharp as razors, trailed red lines along his pale torso, leaving paths of fire along his chest and toned abdomen. She needed him, she said. "And I need you so much, baby... I've been thinking about you all day."

Daydreaming about Ellie's pretty smile and adorable pouts was the only thing that kept him sane through the long, tiring days at his two jobs, not to mention the other errands he had to run for the Crystal Roses. And he showed it in his urgency to get her naked. Off with the buttons, tearing the shirt apart to reveal the full, supple breasts girded by a cute, lacy bra, though much of her cleavage was already on display. He dipped his head down to her chest and nuzzled into her breasts, basking in the warmth of her body and the familiar, comforting scent. "Mine," he growled, nipping gently at her skin, enough to leave a faint redness on her bosom. Soft, sweet, and his, just like the rest of mine.

Slipping between her legs, he cupped her crotch through her panties, already warm and damp from her arousal, the scent of it starting to permeat the air around them - god, it was driving him crazy. Deft, experienced fingers gently rubbed her right at her core, teasing and probing, wanting to see her desire for him visualized on her face. "Who does this tight little pussy belong to, baby?"

 

[Ascensionism]

As resilient as she prided herself in being, even Helena couldn’t escape the emotional scarring from being cheated on so many times. Lied to more often than she heard the truth, gaslighted until she fully believed that she had been the issue all along and that she was going insane. As much as she never liked admitting it, Tanner had done a lot of emotional damage to her, and it certainly carried over into her current relationship. And even so, she hardly, if ever, felt a shred of guilt whenever she confronted Grey about whether or not he was doing the same thing until days after. She was never gentle about it, either. Her way of needing reassurance often resulted in fights that would be blown out of proportion.

Grey would never understand. There was no way he could.

As he whispered his confirmation against her skin, her delicate clawed fingers reached down, swiftly undoing the button of his pants and making quick work of the zipper beneath them. Grey had ways of making her wet without even trying, and if she hadn’t been wearing underwear, the way he growled into her chest after hastily getting rid of the shirt in the way— his own shirt— would have left her dripping. The scent of myrrh incense and lavender clung to creamy skin; she knew the way she smelled drove her boyfriend absolutely crazy so she hardly ever wore any perfumes unless he was taking her out.

Helena was just about to reach one of her hands down the front of his pants when she felt his slipping right between her legs, rough fingers lightly probing at her center. The teal haired woman bucked her hips forward in reflex, whimpering quietly. It had always been easy to make her blush, and at the moment her cheeks were bright red, the tips of her ears were burning. “I-it belongs to you,” she mumbled shakily, “My pussy belongs to you and only you…” She would continue to gently roll her hips down against his hand, putting more of her weight against it in order to add onto the pressure and feel more.

As she did that, she returned to what she was after before Grey had so pleasantly interrupted her, snaking her hand down his pants. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his erect length, giving it a soft stroke upwards before maneuvering so she could pull it free from its confines. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hard…” Helena cooed sweetly, “I want you inside of me so bad.” Before meeting him, size hadn’t mattered much to her, but after the very first time they had hooked up, she knew she couldn’t ever go back. And it wasn’t just his size of course— he knew how to use it well enough to make her scream and get her addicted to him.

And oh, was she addicted.

 

[Agnes]

The scent of incense and lavender clung to Helena, combining with her natural flavour to produce something no perfume could ever beat and it drove Grey crazy to no end, as she obviously knew. Made for each other, he liked to think, excuse the cheesiness, because Grey loved and lusted after every part of Ellie, and if it meant dealing with the emotional baggage she carries on her tiny shoulders, he would do so. Right now though, he was glad that the two of them were too consumed in trying to devour each other's faces to go down that particular rabbit hole, all too happy to hear her whimper and feel her squirm and roll her hips against him as his fingers teased and played with her sex - and he wasn't even touching her directly yet. "That's right," he breathed huskily, breath hitching as her fingers found and wrapped around his hard length, working him over in the way only she knew how to. "You're mine. Only mine."

Finally, his cock was freed from the confines of his pants and given a breath of fresh air, though it was soon pleasantly enveloped again in Ellie's hand, and Grey couldn't help but crack a smug, breathless grin at the way she cooed into his ear. "You don't need to ask twice, baby," he whispered, reaching up to nip at her earlobe before kissing down to her chest again, brushing her soft creamy skin and the ample swell of her chest with the soft stubble on his chin. With practised hands, he tugged at the elastic band of her panties and pulled the soaked fabric down to her knees, exposing her sex for his eyes to feast on, and with a gentle nudge for her to move lift her knees, he slipped the panties right off and tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the room. They'd worry about finding it later.

As expected, she was dripping with need for him, and he teased her outer lips with fingers, crossed tracing back and forth, though it wasn't long before he felt the overwhelming urge to be inside of her. "Mhm, you're so wet, Ellie... you must've really missed me, huh?" A bit of mischief flashed in his eyes, lips quirking up in amusement, though it was not malicious, only affectionate, and he soon reaffirmed it by pressing a soft kiss to her lips amidst the needy, panted breaths. His hands, formerly teasing her pussy and stroking her creamy thighs, crawled up her back and undid the bra that held her soft, heavy breasts, letting them fall out beautifully right in front of his face once the clasps became undone. Both hands on her hips, ready to push her down onto him and give them both what they so desperately needed, head buried in the soft mounds of her breast, nuzzling into a pink little nipple with his nose, Grey was completely lost in the sea of bliss that was his girlfriend... until the doorbell rang.

"Fuck," he breathed, his frustration clear in his eyes, and he glanced up at the teal-haired beauty above him apologetically.