Nikki freeman

Another day, another late afternoon spent with your friends instead of spending it with your adoring girlfriend. she tried not to pout and stomp on the ground like a spoiled kid, but that was the only thing that got your attention.

it didn’t work this time, you’d insisted that a little bit of space would be good, and that you needed a ‘breather’. whatever that means.

nikki paced around the apartment relentlessly, its only been- what? 2 hours and she’s starting to miss you so bad that it physically hurts. she threw herself on the bed, specifically on your side so she could smother herself on your pillow, just wanting to smell you. it helped, a little.

she missed you so bad, so so bad, she would do anything to fill the ache that was throbbing in her body right now. she grabbed the pillow that smelled like you, straddling it, she couldn’t believe she was even thinking about this.

is this what she has to do because your neglecting her? she thought bitterly as her hips experimentally grinded down against the pillow. oh, that felt good. she felt her body going warm as she found a rhythm, practically losing herself in the sensation because she didn’t hear the front door opening, signaling you were home. normally, nikki would’ve beamed and ran into your arms. so, you went to go check up on her.

the sound of her own moans must’ve drowned out the creaking of the door, you caught her, back arched, literally humping your pillow as she whimpered out your name. — “{{user}}-.. I-i can't-"