Catra & Adora have their first time together without realising how special that is to a relationship.
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Catra groaned into the kiss, pushing back as much as she could. Adora hummed, pushing off from the door and slowly walking them forward. "We're gonna hit the bed," Catra warned. Adora shrugged, continuing in her movements. Catra hit the back of the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft mattress. Adora hovered above her form, bending down to keep sucking on her lips. "You can sit," The magicat mumbled. Adora hummed into the kiss, confused. "My legs. You can sit on them," Adora pushed back into the kiss, lowering herself to straddle one of Catra's legs. She sighed into the kiss. "Much better," She whispered. Catra hummed, pulling away and sucking on Adora's neck. "Come closer, I can barely reach you," She grumbled, hooking her fingers into Adora's belt holders and tugging her forwards.
A low moan broke the silence, lower than before. Catra glanced up. "Wow, was that you?" She asked incredulously. "Mmmaybe," Adora moaned. She adjusted herself backwards and forwards, grinding her teeth. "Mm, you look like you're enjoying that," Catra commented. Adora hummed, moving again. "Sorry… I just- tell me if you want me to stop," She whispered, finally looking into Catra's eyes. "Do whatever you need to do. I'll say when I wanna stop," Catra assured. Adora exhaled once and began moving again on Catra's leg.
Her muscular thighs were tight and warm around Catra's, only further fuelling her desire. Adora began grinding on Catra's leg, huffing softly. Her hands flew to Catra's legs, squeezing tightly to keep hold. Catra, utterly enamoured by the display of rare selfishness by the blonde, grabbed her hands and moved them to her shoulders. "When I said do whatever you need to do, Adora, I meant it. Use me however you want," She said.
Adora's pupils were blown, but she nodded once, bracing against Catra's shoulders, grinding on her thigh once more. She grunted and groaned, low and deep, sending it straight to the something building in Catra's gut. Something was telling her to move her leg in tandem with her girlfriend's hips.
She did.
The effect was immediate.
"Catr- ahh," Her name came out as a high moan. The fingers on her shoulders dug in just a little tighter. "What… is… that… in… my… stomach?" The question was barely coherent, words broken by thrusts against her thigh. "What does it feel like? What's it saying?" Catra found herself asking. She knew what hers was saying. Hers was begging for some kind of something, but she couldn't place with what just yet. "Keep... going," Adora grunted, her head falling to her chest. Her fingers dug in deeper. "Then do it," Catra urged. Adora's near-black eyes flicked up once, then squeezed shut as her brow furrowed. She moved more methodically now, in synch with Catra's knee.
Catra didn't know what was going on, but she knew there was something building in her gut, and Adora's, and she was determined to reach it, to chase it. It felt good. She leaned back briefly on her elbows, drinking in the sight. Her girlfriend, her hero-complexed, unable-to-relax girlfriend, was a sweaty, red-faced mess.
And she was ethereal.
A sharp gasp, followed by a moan so low, Catra felt it reverberate in her chest. "Something… else," The magicat found herself whispering, her own belly demanding that build that Adora was close to. Adora's mouth opened to continue but cut off with a hiss as her eyebrows drew together. She thrust against Catra's knee, grunting and panting, each getting higher and higher.
Stimulation.
The wave in Catra's belly grew. She dared to snake a hand into Adora's waistband, and one into her own. Adora gasped loudly, bucking into it. "Oh god," She groaned. While Adora's hands remained securely digging into her shoulders, the weight behind her arms failed as she pressed her forehead into Catra's collarbone. Catra's fingers worked on their own accord, finding something hot and swollen within both of their trousers. "Ngh," Adora moaned into her neck, bucking into her hand and against her knee. "More," She hissed. Catra's fingers began to stroke the swollen thing, both on herself and Adora, finding herself quickly panting in tandem with her girlfriend.
"Holy shit, it's stronger," Catra moaned loudly. All Adora could do was whine in agreement. "It- it's close," She said. Catra's fingers found their way into the lower lips of her partner, sinking into the wetness. Adora gasped out. "Shit!" She panted against Catra's neck. The magicat paused for a moment, worried she'd hurt her. "Keep going," The blonde encouraged. Catra's fingers curled within her core and Adora's, pumping in and out in time with her thrusts.
Whatever was building in Catra's gut burst first as her innards clenched tightly around her fingers, a wave of pure euphoria crashing throughout her body. She moaned aloud, uncaring if anybody heard. The wave brought relief, the buildup in her belly receding. Her body grew heavy with sudden exhaustion, slumping forward slightly. "No, no, no, don't slow down," Adora's whine brought her back to the present, re-engaging her fingers. "Let it happen, Adora," She whispered. Adora's thrusts grew steadily sloppy, obviously coming close to the end of her tether.
Catra's finger cramped wrong, but it was all the right move for her girlfriend. Her mouth opened and slammed shut audibly, hissing through her teeth, grunting. Catra did it again. This time, something squeezed her fingers tightly. "Can't-" Adora gasped. "Too strong," She grunted, continuing her thrusts. "Let it happen," Catra hissed into her ear. She gave the swollen thing a flick with her thumb, glancing up into the face of her girlfriend.
Adora's body shuddered in uneven and sporadic jolts, her eyebrows drawn together so tightly, that they merged into one deep frown. She gasped out once, eyes squeezing shut. Her insides clenched around Catra's impossibly tightly, a groan so low that it reverberated within Catra's brain. Her fingers dug painfully into Catra's shoulder blades, gasping loudly. "Catraaahh," Her body went ramrod straight, panting heavily. Catra curled her fingers once more, watching as Adora unravelled above her very body. The blonde's hair stuck to her face as the tension bled out. She slumped forward into a bruising kiss by Catra's waiting lips as she removed her hand, wiping them on her leggings.
Catra twisted so she and Adora laid side-to-side, nose-to-nose, on the bed, breathing heavily. "Wow," Adora mumbled. "I uh… I don't know where that came from," She sighed heavily. Catra's mind finally caught up to her mouth. "I think we just had sex," Adora didn't answer. "If we did, then wow. We need to do it more," Catra continued. "Adora?" She asked after a beat of silence. She turned her head in worry and confusion, only to relax immediately. Adora was passed out, mouth pulled into a soft smile that she often wore when content. "G'night baby," She mumbled to herself, kissing Adora's damp forehead.