Uhhh hi idk if you do fic prompts but like... I saw this really smutty fic once about dan and Phil as lesbians and as a lesbian myself I would really love another one written by you :P it's really hard for me to find smutty fics about lesbian ships I like so if you could do one about phan that would be so good :3 ty
Fiona had lenses on. They made her look like a hipster, but she didn’t care. In fact, she’d swear they were magic. Similar to beer goggles and rose colored glasses, they changed how she viewed things. It seemed that all she could see through those thick frames were her girlfriend, no matter who was in the room.
She sat on the bed and grinned like an idiot as Danielle smeared lipstick across her bottom lip. It was a nice navy blue from Fenty Beauty, their favorite cruelty-free makeup brand. “Stop moving!” Danielle pouted. “You made me mess up.”
Fiona smiled apologetically as Danielle wiped away the lipstick in the corner of her mouth. This wasn’t her ideal date, but it was her girlfriend’s turn to choose. And she owed it to her after the last time she got to pick. They ended in with tattoos, not matching of course. Thorn-covered vines wrapped around Fiona’s arm and a daisy hid on the side of Danielle’s finger.
“You’re a rotten girlfriend,” Danielle scowled (jokingly), poking around the bed. “I know you hid my purple lipstick.”
“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about,” Fiona pointed to a tube by her pillow. “It’s right there!”
Danielle rolled her eyes and wacked her with a stuffed rabbit. “This is pink, you jerk. But it’ll do.”
Fiona watched, entranced, as the pigment was brushed onto her lips. Each movement and pucker was eyed closely by the dark-haired girl. She had always had a liking to Danielle’s lips. Well, she liked everything about her. Her curly hair, her soft tummy, and her brown eyes were also among her favorite features, but nothing could beat those lips.
“Now now, if you wanted a purple lip today, I’m sure something can be arranged,” Fiona plucked the lipstick from her girlfriend’s hand and popped the cap on. “Now if I remember correctly from grade school art, I have blue, and you have pink.”
Danielle’s pink-tinted mouth dropped open when she realized what Fiona was hinting at. “So this was your plan all along? Where is it then? My purple lipstick?”
Fiona pulled the other girl onto her and kissed her messily. Danielle moaned into her lips, absolutely powerless to her amazing kisses. She was sure it could turn any girl gay. It had worked on her. She properly straddled her, grinding down onto her girlfriend. Wearing a skirt and the thin panties she had on, she could feel the rough denim of Fiona’s jeans.
They provided an odd sensation, a different kind of friction than she was used to. A hand snaked its way onto her ass and rocked her down with the rhythm of her grinding, encouraging her. That magical mouth left her lips and latched onto Danielle’s neck. She moaned loudly, momentarily too distracted to notice Fiona move that hand on her ass underneath her panties.
Fiona was getting a kick out her girlfriend humping her like a bitch in heat. She stopped sucking hickies on her neck so she could whisper into Danielle’s ears. “You know what I wanna know?” She asked predatorily.
Danielle whined in response, most likely preoccupied with the fingers that were creeping around to her front and teasing her entrance. Fiona used her other hand and grabbed her curly hair roughly, making her whimper. “I wanna know the pretty noises you’ll make with my rings inside you.”
Fiona pushed two fingers inside her girlfriend’s dripping wet hole, appreciating the blissed out look on her face. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered above her. Fiona flipped them over in one swift motion, pushing her girlfriend into the mattress. She groaned on impact and cried out at the loss of her girlfriend’s fingers. She was crawling down Danielle’s body to come face to face with her soaked panties.
Fiona slowly lapped at the drenched fabric, feeling the brunette push into her touch. “Fiona!” Danielle whined. “Stop teasing!”
Fiona tore the crotch of her underwear and re-inserted her fingers before Danielle could complain. As she furiously pumped moans from her girlfriend, she took her other hand and began to touch herself. Danielle looked down and moaned at the sight. “Fiona, your mouth, please,” she begged.
A smirk settled on her face and she flattened her tongue against her pussy, slowly warming her up. Her fingers moved in time with the rhythm of her mouth. She switched to the tip of her stiffened tongue and circled around her clitoris. Danielle let out soft whimpers and pushed onto Fiona’s hot tongue.
When Fiona went down and suckled on her clit, Danielle’s legs went stiff and she let out a string of high pitched screams. If her body was a guitar, Fiona’s tongue was the pick and boy, did she know how to play it. Fiona continued to touch herself, locking her eyes with the tear filled ones across from her.
“Oh my god, you’re so good at that, love your mouth so much, that tongue, oh god!” Danielle moaned. “Baby, the spot, please!”
Fiona hooked her fingers further up inside her girlfriend and jack hammered the g-spot, doing the same for herself as well. Their sounds of pleasures rang through the flat like a symphony. Danielle’s legs wrapped around Fiona’s back and her hands twisted in the sheets.
The stimulation on both her g-spot and her clit was too much. When she began to practically hump Fiona’s face, she knew she was going to cum soon. She doubled her speed on both herself and her girlfriend, bringing them both to orgasm. Fiona came with a shudder and a groan while Danielle came with a scream, tears streaming down her face.
Post-orgasm, Fiona was always a little tuckered out, but Danielle wanted to cuddle and shower her girlfriend in kisses. She crawled up the bed and collapsed next to Danielle, letting the brunette roll on top of her and pepper her in little pecks.
“You know, you may want to reapply your lipstick,” Fiona laughed tiredly.
“Speak for yourself,” Danielle teased. “I’ll be cleaning lipstick off my vagina.”
