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Diane's arm wrapped around your waist she she scooped you up from the booth seat, "Come on, pretty little thing, let mommy take you home." She left some cash on the table before guiding you outside to her car. She smelled intoxicating, the scent of her perfume wrapped around you and filled you with a sense of calm. Surely this kind woman you had only just met would keep you safe. She had told you she was a mother, to a young girl with a disability. She sounded like a good mom.
"I live-" You start as you struggled to find the rest of your words. Diane had hushed you gently as she guided you into the front seat of her car, "We'll get you home, just let mommy do what she does best."
The sentence was strange, callimg herself mommy made you confused, but only because you felt a familiar heat stir inside you. You stared at her for a moment as she put your seatbelt on for her; inhaled deeply so the floral perfume filled your nostrils. You felt like you could get addicted to it. You felt like you needed to breathe more of it in, more of her in. "Dede," you murmured, "My address-" She shushed you again and straightened up, her hand moved to gently stroke your cheek. "It's okay, sweet girl. Mommy's been watching you for a while now."
"Me?" You asked, gesturing to yourself. A cocky, if not lopsided, smirk spread across your face. "Yeah dede, you can't resist me." You slur and reached out to touch her face. The woman chuckled and shut the door on you before she went around the car to get in the driver's seat. The drive to your apartment was short, only a few blocks away from the bar you had found yourself in. Your head lulled to the side and rested against the door as she drove, barely noticing when the car came to a stop in a parking spot in the apartment garage. Diane had helped you out and to the elevator where she held you against her as her thumb found the button to your floor. "There we go, sweet girl. Nearly there, then mommy can take care of you."
Once she had made it into your apartment, she guided you through to the bedroom where she sat you down on your bed. She knelt down between your legs as she removed your shoes. She pressed kisses to your ankle then calve as she made her way up between your legs, your dress bunched up to your hips. "Such a pretty little thing," she murmured against your skin before she bit down onto your inner thigh. "Can't let others have you like this," she soothed the mark with her tongue. She took her time with you, laid claim to every inch of available skin she could until your body had become littered with bite marks and bruises, a mosaic of purples and reds. When you had climaxed for a third time, she held you close against her chest, your head rested between her breasts as her hand stroked your hair. "Mommy's special girl," she murmured as she leaned down to press a kiss to your head. "Did you have fun, baby?"
"Uhuh," you replied, your eyes shut as you listened to the steady beating of her heart. "Thank you for getting me drunk, mommy," your hand came up to cup her breast for security as she gave you a gentle squeeze. "Love when you get me drunk."
about: dana takes you as her plus one to a barbeque at robby's house
warnings: 18+, public-ish sex, (in the bathroom during), age gap, fingering, dana calls reader doll/baby girl, dana is a tease
word count: 1286
a/n: thinking about dana evans hours <3. this p!link inspired me (veiwer at your own discretion) + this song
She knew as soon as you’d walked out of the bedroom in that skirt, she was done for.
It was short. Too short, especially for going to her friend’s house. But she couldn’t complain too much when it showed off your legs and the curve of your ass so beautifully.
She let out a low whistle as you twirled, giving a little spin to show off your outfit. “Lookin’ good.”
You could feel heat crawling up your neck at the way she looked at you, practically devouring you with her eyes. “Thanks.”
“You ready to go?”
“Almost,” you said, glancing around like you were looking for something.
Dana stood from the couch. She handed you your purse – the one she always teased you about for being impractically tiny. You’d left it somewhere you had forgotten. Typical. Dana had made sure to find it while you got ready so you didn’t have to panic search when you were finally ready to leave.
You unzipped the little brown bag, tossing your lipgloss in. You pressed your glossy lips against her cheek, leaving residue behind.
“Let’s go,” she said, rolling her eyes like she actually was annoyed. But you knew she didn’t mind.
Dana was nursing a beer, one hand on your thigh under the table, while you talked with Mel and Victoria about something you’d all seen on the internet she didn’t fully understand. But she was content to just listen. Her thumb moved back and forth, absentmindedly tracing patterns into your skin.
You grabbed her hand as it slid underneath your skirt. “What are you doing?” you asked as Mel and Victoria got roped into a conversation with Samira.
“Nothin’, doll. Something wrong?” She took another sip of her beer, looking at you with that infuriatingly smug smile of hers.
“We are in public, Dana.”
She shrugged. “You chose to wear that skirt. Y’know how I feel about it.”
You did know how she felt about that specific skirt. It was tiny, barely covered your ass. But it was hot outside! And it was a barbecue so you wanted to feel cute and summery. The only downside (not really a downside) was that your girlfriend couldn’t keep her hands to herself.
You huffed softly, rolling your eyes. You laced your fingers through hers to keep her hand from inching up any further.
“You are trouble.”
When you two had started dating, Dana would’ve never dared do something like this.
She had been in her late forties and freshly divorced when she met you. Learning to date again had been a learning curve, especially with someone so much younger than her.
And the sex? Well you were insatiable, always wanting to try new things — things that had never crossed Dana’s mind. You had given her a taste and now she was worse than you.
“You love me.”
You did love her. You loved how passionate she was about her work. You loved how she took care of people. You loved her smile, her eyes. Everything about her.
And you did love that she was comfortable in her own skin, expressing her desires for the first time, even if it was a little inconvenient for you in the current moment.
“I do love you, but we’re with your coworkers,” you said, looking around to make sure no one was paying too close of attention. It was clear you were embarrassed at the thought of getting caught with Dana’s hand up your skirt. So she relented.
“Alright, alright,” she chuckled. “I’ll behave.”
And she did.
That was until you had slipped inside to use the bathroom. She waited about three minutes, made sure everyone was preoccupied, before following inside.
You were just stepping out when she appeared in the doorway.
“Dana—” you started but she gently pushed you back inside, closing the door behind her. Then she locked it. She stepped further into your space, backing you up against the bathroom counter.
You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, worrying the skin as Dana’s eyes raked over you. The pure want in her gaze had heat curling between your thighs.
You pressed up on your tippy-toes, pushing yourself up onto the counter. Dana stepped between your parted legs, hand skimming your thighs.
She leaned in. You could feel the ghost of her breath against your lips before she finally kissed you. Her lips were soft against yours and you could taste the hint of beer as she slipped her tongue into your mouth.
Your lips were slick with a mix of both your salivas as she pulled away.
“So pretty, doll. Y’gonna let me have my fun now?” she asked.
“We shouldn’t…” you whispered.
“Everyone’s busy. No one’s gonna know.”
You looked between her and the door, contemplating it. The thought of getting caught in Robby’s bathroom during a barbecue was mortifying. But you were a weak woman when it came to Dana. You could never deny her anything.
Finally you nodded.
“Good girl.”
It didn’t take long for her to have your panties around your ankle, skirt hiked up over your hips.
Your head fell back against the mirror as Dana swiped a finger through your folds. You were already squirming. She knew your body like the back of her hand, always knew exactly how to work you up.
“Dana,” you whined.
“Gotta be quiet or ‘m gonna have to make you.”
You tried your best, you really did. You bit down on your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the moans threatening to pour out. You didn’t want to get caught. But you were doing a poor job at keeping quiet.
One hand clamped over your mouth, her palm catching the noises that slipped from your lips. Her finger curled into a ‘come-hither’ motion. Your hips bucked into her hand, chasing the feeling. She added a second finger.
Despite her covering your mouth, you could still hear the squelching coming from your dripping pussy as she played with you.
“Fuck,” Dana groaned. “You’re so messy, baby girl.”
Her thumb was brushing up against your clit. Your back arched at the touch. You could feel the knot tightening in your stomach.
“Gonna cum for me?” You nodded, hips chasing her hand. “That’s it. Just let go for me. I got you.”
Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as your orgasm washed over you, heat rushing through your body. Your toes curled and your thighs shook. But Dana didn’t stop until you were crying out against her hand.
“Good girl,” she cooed.
She pulled her hand back, bringing it up to her lips. She took the digits in her mouth, tongue lapping up every drop of your arousal.
She pulled her finger from her mouth with a wet ‘pop’.
“Let’s get y’cleaned up, yeah?”
Dana made quick work of it — wiping down your thighs, tugging your panties back up along with your skirt. Your legs were shaky as you got back to your feet.
“You go out first, hon,” she said. “I’ll meet you out there in a few minutes.”
She patted your ass as you walked out of the bathroom.
You returned to the backyard, with no one the wiser of what had just happened. A few minutes later, Dana slid back into the seat next to you. She went back to sipping her beer, hand on your thigh.
Love the works you have been putting out for Dana! I’m glad someone is!! Can I ask for a smutty fic with Dana?! Maybe there’s a lot of under the table teasing while out with friends and then she very sensually talks us through it when we get home.
loooove this 😵💫 18+, teasing, naughty dana, mutual masturbation, god i love her so much <3
it was your own fault. you'd started this at home. pawing at her, straddling her hips, nipping kisses at her neck, all while she was trying to get ready.
"quit it" she'd joked, playfully swatting you away as she adjusted her earrings. you were being relentless, insisting the two of you had time, just five minutes for her to make you cum. "just want you inside me, pleeeaase" you whined like a brat, botttom lip poking out when she said no for the tenth time.
so you'd sulked for a bit, tried to pretend you weren't still dripping between the legs when you greeted your friends at brunch. one, two, three mimosas deep, laughing and gossiping, then four, five more when dana's cool fingertips find their way to your bare thigh. you jolt at the sensation, legs spreading on instinct before you realise the present company. "w-what are you doing?" you say under your breath, she shushes you, fingers meandering higher. "just giving u what you wanted so bad earlier?" her face is full of charm, lips curled into an innocent smile, brows raised when she reaches the lace of your panties. the worst part is how she carries on making conversation across the table, chin leant on one hand as if the other isn't idly stroking your cunt.
"dana", you whisper, she's unrelenting. "dana!" trying to get her attention since your thighs squeezing around her isn't doing the trick. she's not gonna make you cum like this, that'd be too far, around a table with your girlfriends? absolutely not. but she's teaching you a lesson and that lesson is, "be careful what u wish for"
it's another story when she gets you home. barely a foot through the door before your dress is by your hips and dana's fingers are digging into the meat of your ass. you make it upstairs in a whirlwind of wet kisses, shedding clothes step by step. "you just as wet for me now baby?" she asked between kisses, "like you were earlier hm?" she nips your lips between teeth, "shall we find out?" smiling devilishing when her hand runs against the slick mess dripping through your panties.
now you're on the bed and she's stood at the foot of it. she tells you to move back and spread your legs... you see her nipples strain against the fabric when you obey.
"want you to touch yourself f'me" you swallow thickly, "gonna do exactly as i say, 'kay?" you nod and nearly cum on the spot when she calls you a good girl for that.
"over your panties baby, nice n slow," she coos, "thaaaat's it" god you love it when dana does this, the commands roll of her tongue so perfectly she could tell you to do anything and you would. her hands trail over her own chest, grazing her nipple through cotton and you see her breath catch. "take em off" you do. tossing the soaked material to the floor and then you're two fingers deep, following demands of faster, slower, harder, all while dana's mirroring your actions, hand shoved into her underwear. you whimper at the sight, room ringing with the wet sounds of you both fucking into yourselves, breathy moans and chants of one another's name.
she watches you so intently, how your hand works, the way your back arches, fighting the urge to let your eyes screw shut because you want to see her every move. "so good baby, need you to cum" you nod fast, fingers rubbing at your clit just like she said. "n-now, cum now pretty girl" voice strained on the precipice of her own release. your hips chase your hands as you spill over the edge. dana's head falls back, mouth open as she cums by her own hand right in front of you.
Dana who puts her fingers in your mouth or Dana who spits in your mouth I’m a firm believer this woman is a late in life lesbian who’s a FREAKKK thank youu
FUCK YEAHHHH give me divorced, newly-out-lesbian dana who's actually filthy and discovering what she wants during sex omg | 18+ this is filth
dana was an absolute freak in the bedroom. she hadn't always been, or maybe she had and just never had the opportunity to showcase it. not with the string of boyfriends back in her teens followed by one long thirty year marriage. either way, divorce gave dana a fresh perspective on life.
she managed to get to the cusp of sixty before realising she liked women. her first ever experience actually being on her 58th birthday with some stranger taking her home after too many gin and tonics. it awoke something in dana. the discovery that sex could be dirty without shame, that multiple orgasms were not in fact a myth and eating pussy isn't a chore but a privilege.
she never saw that woman again but if she did, she'd thank her.
because it was that awakening that landed you in her bed. back arched, tits glistening in a sheen of sweat, writhing beneath her touch. you were desperate for her, wet from the second you caught eye contact through the haze of a dance floor. she'd been out celebrating a friends birthday when you walked in. all pretty n dolled up.
it was dana that struck up conversation and bought the first drink. it was her hand that made its way onto your thigh as you sat snugly in a booth beside the bar. but it was you that asked if she lived nearby and offered to walk her home.
that only led to the two of you being pressed up against a stone wall, engaging in a make out session not fit for public viewing.
"come inside?" she'd panted against your mouth, lips wet and pink.
you'd accepted way too quickly. completely caught up in a dana-drunk haze, you don't remember walking into her house or removing your shoes nor do you remember being dragged up the stairs and stripped naked. but it was the moment she sunk two nimble fingers into your dripping cunt that stuck with you. how her face mirrored yours, mouth falling into an 'o' on the first curl of her knuckles.
"god, you're something else baby" she mumbled against your neck when you'd cried out her name, pussy clenching around her digits. she fucked you so hard, your mind went blank, fuzzy and white, a sky of little stars behind your eyes. "so fuckin wet oh my god" she whined, pulling out her cum covered fingers and inspecting the glisten coating her nails.
"want you to taste it"
"dana- fuck" at this point you were sure she could dirty talk you straight through another orgasm. again and again. words dripping from her lips in that thick accent, making every statement feel like an order.
she danced her wet finger tips along your bottom lip, coating the skin with your own arousal. you opened at her touch, tongue coming out to lick them clean as she worked her fingers against the flat of your tongue. as soon as she curled two inside, you started to suck, taking her all the way to the knuckle until she was practically fucking your mouth.
you moaned sloppily, saliva pooling at the corners and dripping to collect at your chin. you could tell this was working for her by the way she was rolling against your thigh all of a sudden, hips loose and desperate.
"christ thats good" she breathed. "doin so good f'me" your thighs clenched at the praise as her fingers worked your mouth all hot and messy.
"wanna taste me now?"
you mumbled something, sound garbled against her fingers.
"yeah?"
you nodded, pulling her out of you with a pop and gasp for air, begging a "please"
she pushed you til you were flush against the mattress, hovering above with hands either side of your head.
"open"
you repeated your actions earlier, mouth opening and tongue lying flat as she leant over you. she pursed her lips, hollowed her cheeks out and let a bead of spit fall directly into your mouth.
god, the taste of her.
your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as you lapped it over your tongue, savouring it, losing her completely inside you.
she could tell you wanted more.
"yeah, you like that?" she smirked when you nodded, eagerly. "you want it on that pretty pussy?"
you said yes by moaning all too loudly, biting down on your lip as she teased a trail down your thighs, feather light touch of fingertips and lips. then she got between your legs, the ghost of breath hot against your cunt. this time she didn't treat it like your mouth, pulling your legs apart with conviction and spitting harshly on your slit. her thumb came to rub it into your folds until your clit was glistening and you were coming with her name on your lips.
she made you cum five times that evening and you drew three hard ones from her.
