inlesbianswithistoria asked: "I want you to ride me." [family arc prompt. Canon]
Song: "Touch" by Troye Sivan.
The nonchalant command and change in their position pulled her attention away from trying to leave a mark on Ymir's neck that would last longer than a few seconds. Shifters were simply not able to be marked, no matter how hard Historia tried to leave a hicky.
Sitting atop her wife, she swiveled her hips to rub against Ymir's exposed member, a small moan falling from her lips. Being on top during the spring was rare. Normally this was the time Ymir was fucking her into the bed until she begged for Ymir to stop from over-stimulation. Not that Historia was complaining; she liked riding the freckled brunette below her.
Most of all, she liked the control she had over Ymir's pleasure.
A smirk tugged at her lips as a thought crossed her mind. Why not let Ymir's imagination get a workout rather than letting her see it all? Letting Ymir have what she wanted was too easy. Getting Ymir frustrated would make her rougher and more desperate to get off, and that was sexy in itself. Was she a little bit of a masochist? Of course.
Historia bit her lip as she removed her bottom from being pressed against Ymir's length, turning so she was facing away from the the amber eyes of her lover. Pulling her hair forward, she left her back and ass completely exposed. She knew Ymir liked her ass. Best of both worlds for her and Ymir. Reaching down, she angled Ymir's cock up with her wet lips, sliding down it slowly until she couldn't take any more, a pitchy sigh escaping at the feeling of being filled. It was always the first thrust that felt the best. Stretching her just right to fit around the hard cock. Not to mention the hiss that came from Ymir as she was buried deep within the blonde.
It was a different angle, but felt great as she rocked her hips a little, getting used to it slowly but surely as she picked up speed. Lifting a hand to play with her nipples, Historia moaned fractionally louder, squeezing around Ymir's length.
The hands that had been exploring Historia's legs had made their way to her sides, searing hands resting on her hips as Ymir guided Historia up and down more.
The sound of their sweat slicked skin meeting one another was enough to make Historia blush. She could feel Ymir's grip becoming tighter around her hipbones, pulling her down harder as she pushed up, driving her deeper into the blonde. So this wasn't about giving Historia control after all…
As the pace got harder and faster, Historia's hand made it's way to play with her clit, each moan punctuating each thrust inside her. Focusing on the building heat in her core, she started panting with exertion, matching up with Ymir's heavy breathing and whispered curses under her breath as Historia gripped her length, trying to outlast her wife.
Finally, with a few well timed thrusts in sync with Historia's fingers, the blonde met her end, pulsating around Ymir as she moaned the woman's name loudly.
Falling forward, the speed and strength of Ymir's thrusts were becoming erratic, slamming into her one last time before emptying her load and releasing the vice-like grip on Historia's hips as she came down from her sex-induced high.
Both spent and a little too sensitive, Historia slid off Ymir's length slowly, laying back to press her heated skin to Ymir's chest, a dizzy giggle falling from her lips. Ymir on the other hand, wrapped an arm around her wife and grunted, kissing the top of her her head before flipping them over and letting a dark chuckle of her own filter between them. Tonight was far from over.
It may have been the beginning of titan mating season, but if this was how it started, Historia was going to be one happy little wife and Ymir was going to be exhausted by the first week of Summer.
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