All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Doja Cat/Reader
Summary: A little hook-up in the car, hoping they don't get caught. wc: 1.9k
Content: 3rd POV. smut, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, edging. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
“Baby no — not here!”
Y/n’s protests were pathetic and weakened by Amala’s lips on her neck. She had sucking on her skin for quite a bit and Y/n could already feel the bruise forming. Amala doesn’t entertain her “protest” because she knows her girlfriend’s faux reluctance wasn’t going to stop her from getting what she wanted. And it definitely wasn’t going to stop her hand from inching closer up her inner thigh. Y/n was wearing such a tight, short dress that gave Amala so much access to her body.
“We’re not going to get caught. There is no one in this parking lot besides us.”
Y/n and Amala stumbled out of the club together, kissing each other and letting the alcohol get to their heads. Amala knew they were not going to be able to make it home without putting their hands all over each other, so the best option was for them to have some fun in the back of their car. Sometimes Y/n liked to act like she was so vanilla and that Amala’s suggestions were outlandish, but Amala could read on her face that Y/n was more interested than she let on. This situation was no different. She told Amala to stop in that weak, whiny voice that always really meant yes. Y/n liked to play hard to get sometimes, but Amala knew what buttons to press.
The taboo nature of what they were doing was secretly turning Y/n on. This was the closest they have gotten to doing anything sexual in public. Despite feeling like she should be embarrassed, she found herself spreading her legs wider for her girlfriend and giving her all the access she needs.
“Good girl,” Amala purred in her ear.
The thin, lacy material of her thong was the only thing that seperated Y/n from Amala. She liked to think that after the club, Y/n was going to undress herself and surprise Amala with something sexy like lingerie or just her in her lace underwear. They had been grinding on each other in the club, getting hot and heavy, so it was very likely that they were going to go home and fuck each other’s brains out until all of the sexual tension had dripped off of their bodies in the form of sweat.
Y/n’s breath hitched when she felt Amala palming her breast through her dress. She picked out a strapless dress for the night. Little did she know that it would come in handy later on in the night. She eagerly pulled down the top of her own dress, exposing her breast and her hardened nipples. Amala rolled one of her nipples between two of her fingers, eliciting a gasp from Y/n. She placed her lips back on the sweet skin of her neck.
Amala loved to see Y/n squirm, that’s why she always liked to be the one dominating her instead of the other way around. Y/n was just so reactive and pliant, coming off as shy but something similar to a sex kitten in the bedroom. Amala was also way more freakier than Y/n which made it easier for her to take control. She loved to tease, much to Y/n’s announcement, but it was so fun for Amala.
She pushed Y/n’s panties to the side so her fingers could slide right into her girlfriend’s wet, warm cunt. Y/n couldn’t hold back her whimpers when she felt herself being filled. She grabbed onto Amala’s hand and helped her push her fingers deeper into. She began to whimper about how good it felt and her eagerness made Amala feel super smug about what she can reduce her girlfriend to. She watched her while looking away, not even when she heard distant noises outside of the car. The parking lot was full of cars but everyone inside were either too busy being on the dancefloor or knee-deep in bottles to even consider going home. And if someone just so happened to walk by, then they’d be getting on hell of a show.
“You like that baby?” Amala leaned in closer so her nose was barely prodding against Y/n’s cheek. “You like me filling that needy pussy up with my fingers? You like how I can make you feel so good?”
Y/n couldn’t see past her blurry vision so she just closed her eyes. She simply nodded her head in response to Amala. She was enjoying this much more than she expected. There was a sense of thrill that ran through her when she thought about being caught. It wouldn’t stop Amala if someone were to catch them, but she still thought about how it would go down. Maybe she had a kink for being watched by strangers as she got off and she just didn’t know it. Or, maybe she got off on risky situations. Amala’s fingers felt better in her than they ever felt before and she was sure that semi-public sex was her newfound obsession.
She feels a bout of new sensations although the fingers inside of her are so familiar to her. Her body feels extremely light instead of so heavy due to the crazy amount of lust that filled her. Amala had gotten her all hot and wet with her teasing in the club and now her fingers were egging her on, encouraging her to let go and feel all the pleasure she deserves to feel.
Amala’s fingers hit a spot in her that made her jump.
“Fuck!” She yelped, filling the car with something other than her squelching cunt. “Oh my god I’m going to cum!”
Her walls clenched around Amala’s fingers and she came. Y/n expected her girlfriend to slow down and eventually pull her fingers out, but she continued with her speedy pace. Y/n wanted to ask her what she was doing, but she was rendered speechless by her orgasm prolonging and turning into another session. She could cum again so soon if she really wanted to, but she held back so she wouldn’t overwhelm herself.
“Do my fingers feel good inside of you?”
Amala smirks when Y/n simply nods her head. She’d be over the moon if she was able to make Amala squirt, not caring if it were to stain the seats in her car; it’d be a reminder of this night. Y/n would probably burn in embarrassment if she squirted, but her controlling body didn’t care. All her pussy cared about was the proding fingers of Amala that reached her inner depths.
Y/n felt tempted to reach down and touch her clit. But the moment she did, her body jerked very hard and she had another orgasm.
“I didn’t even have to do much to get that one out of you,” Amala teased. It had only been a minute and a few seconds since her last orgasm. Y/n’s pussy was completely wet and sopping around her fingers. “Naughty girl.”
Amala greedily watched her fingers disappear in Y/n’s tight pussy. If they had enough space and she actually cleaned out the backseat of her car, she’d make Y/n lay down and she’d eat her pussy until Y/n was gushing against her face. She could always do that when they got home though, bend her over the island in their kitchen and eat her pussy from behind while Y/n begs for more. Heat began to rise in Amala’s chest and her arousal was pooling between her legs. She squeezed them together to get some sort of relief, but she wanted to focus on Y/n more than anything right now.
“Cum for me again. I know you have it in you and I’m not going to stop until you do.”
Those words were daunting to Y/n, but she still continued to push for more. She ignored how her mind told her that it was experiencing too much. Her cunt still gripped her girlfriend’s fingers indicating that it could readily withstand another orgasm. Amala sped up the movement of her fingers. Y/n wasn’t cumming so quickly this time as she had to continue to pump into her past the one minute mark. Despite being slightly annoyed, she loved to hear these desperate noises from her girlfriend.
“I’m gonna cum!” Y/n finally cried out. But something in Amala had nagged at her to not give her what she wanted.
Amala pulled her fingers out of Y/n’s sensitive pussy the moment she was on the edge, earning a loud, drawn out whine from her girlfriend.
“Aht. Don’t complain,” Amala whispered in her ear as she filled Y/n’s pussy back up again. She was going to have fun with this, making this a little game for herself. Watching Y/n get flustered and then fall back into her state of pleasure believing she was going to get what she deserved was a bout evil, but a good evil time.
Y/n was a bit clueless to the game. She just thought it was a one time thing, to tease her, but then Amala kept bringing her closer and closer, only to thwart her every single time. It only made things worse when Amala told her to rub her clit while she fingered her. A rush coursed through her as she rubbed circles into her clit, but it just made the edging even worse when Amala forced her to stop. Sometimes Amala wouldn’t even pull out all the way, she’d just slow down to a torturous pace.
“Tell me why I should let you cum?” Amala taunted.
She moved her fingers out of Y/n, but made her girlfriend continue to rub her clit slowly. Amala is annoyed with how long it’s taking for Y/n to tell her how good it feels. The cries of pleasure already give her away. She grabs Y/n’s wrist forcefully and pulls her hand away from her clit.
“I said tell me.” She’s met with a whimper, but Y/n finally gives in.
“It feels so good! I want to cum so bad!” She finally chokes out. It’s somewhat enough to satisfy Amala, but she’s tortured her for far too long now.
Amala places Y/n’s hand back on her clit and her fingers are inside of her again. Y/n feels like she’s going to explode from all the pent up frustration and tension that she was not allowed to release for the past five-ish minutes. Going from nothing to so much at once was overwhelming her to the point where she could no longer control her body. Her hips bucked in the passenger seat of the car. She tried not to move too much since there wasn’t much space, but it really wasn’t up to her what her body decided to do.
Amala felt Y/n’s walls constrict around her fingers again and she had a choice. From the cries that fell from her lips, it was obvious that she was once again close to cumming. After all the teasing and taunting, she could just give her girlfriend what she so desperately wants. Or, she could keep up her little game for her own gratification. The need to please was great, but her meaner side was much louder.
Tears welled in her eyes when Y/n felt Amala pull out again. She almost threw a temper tantrum like a child, whining and thrashing her seat.
“Stop complaining,” Amala said as she turned her attention away from Y/n and began to start the car. “We’ll finish when we get home.”
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Dom!Beyonce/Reader
Summary: Dom!Beyonce fucks Reader in her office and has fun with her. wc: 3k
Content: 3rd POV. D/s elements, rough sex, degradation, name calling, strapon sex. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: Another old fic (more than 6 years old I think!) from the old blog :)
The 'meet me at my office. 6:30' text got Y/n excited. It's not their usual place for meeting -- in fact Beyoncé's not too fond of her coming to her office. She likes to keep her work life and personal life separate, but her nosy co-workers already know about Y/n. Besides the place was nearly empty with it being a Friday evening.
When Y/n gets home, she leaves the groceries on the table, neglecting to put them up. She starts picking out what to wear underneath her casual clothes. She wants to wear the softest, prettiest thing for her. It shouldn't matter because she's going to rip whatever she's wearing off of her regardless of the fabric or color.
She waste no time going to her. Whenever Bey called, she was there. And, the fact that she wanted her bad enough to call Y/n to her office is an added bonus. She walks a few blocks through the busy city to get to her lover. A smirk spreads across her face when she sees her building's name displayed in bright, bold letters.
A few smiles and familiar faces, and an elevator ride leads her to her destination. She pauses before knocking on her door. Y/n fixes her hair a little, and unbuttons the top button on her blouse before finally knocking.
She can hear fumbling behind the door before Beyoncé opens the door. She expects to see her warm smile, but she has a stern look on her face.
"Hi baby. Is something wrong?" she asks while walking into her office. She begins to unbutton her blouse completely, but Beyoncé's stops her before she can do so by placing her hand on Y/n's.
"Bey, wh-"
"Shut up," she interrupts in a tone she has never used on her before. Y/n's eyes widen in surprise. "Get on your knees," she continues before Y/n could respond to her. Y/n kneels before her, but keeps her eyes on the ground.
"Don't be shy now."
She hears Beyoncé messing with the zipper of her pencil skirt. The houndstooth skirt falls to the ground. To Y/n's surprise, instead of Beyoncé's lacy lingerie, she has on some latex material. her usual white garter belt is replaced by the stretchy black latex that holds up her sheer, knee-high socks. And, her underwear is made of the same material too.
Y/n is just as confused as she is turned on.
"Baby, what is this?" She runs a finger down the material of her underwear. Y/n traces the curve her full hips.
Beyoncé stays silent. Instead of answering, she places her foot between Y/n's thighs. The heel of her shoe presses into Y/n's clit. She instantly moans.
"It's what you want."
unbeknownst to Y/n, she forgot to clear the browser history on her iPad and Bey had seen what she seems to have been obsession over for the last few weeks. Beyoncé though to herself, how could Y/n be so careless and not delete her browsing history filled of porn with latex-clad women -- dominant women. It was sort of embarrassing for Y/n to even admit to herself that she was turned on by that, but a small mistake admitted for her.
"You want this so bad."
Beyoncé grabs the back of Y/n's head and draws her closer to her cunt. Her latex covered pussy rests against the lower half of Y/n's face. She closes her eyes and soaks in the moment of finally being able to live out secret fetish. She opens her mouth to stick out her tongue and glide it across the smooth latex. She can smell the arousal pooling between Beyoncé's legs and feel the heat radiating off of her.
While Y/n is in heaven, Beyoncé is enjoying the show watching Y/n in her blissed out state: moaning while grinding her face against her ready cunt.
"You want a taste," Beyoncé asks Y/n while stroking her hair.
"Yes," Beyoncé's pussy muffles Y/n's words.
"Do you deserve it."
"Yes, please. I want you so bad baby."
Beyoncé pulls Y/n's head back and looks her deep in the eyes.
"You don't get to call me 'baby'. It's mistress. Understand, little girl?"
"Yes! Yes, mistress. I'm sorry!" Y/n goes into subspace without even realizing it.
Beyoncé pulls the latex to the side, uncovering her pussy. She holds the latex to the side to invite Y/n to her pussy.
Y/n licks up into her pussy. Her tongue runs through her thick lips. She pushes pass those slick folds and slides her tongue into her. She gets a taste of her walls and her sweet cream. She pulls out to wrap her lips around her clit. She sucks hard on her throbbing clit before sliding her tongue across the sensitive bud.
"Yesss, keep eating your mistresses cunt like that," Beyoncé moans out in pleasure. She starts to unbutton her blouse. The latex bra can barely contain her full breast. The tight material hugs her breast causing them to spill over. "I'm going to cum all over that slutty face." If it wasn't for Y/n gripping her hips, Beyoncé would topple over from the pleasure. "Yes I want to cum all over that slutty fucking face of yours," Bey says through gritted teeth. Her hands rake through Y/n's hair, causing her to look up into her mistresses eyes. "Eat my pussy! I'm going to coat your nasty face. You're going to look so nasty with a face covered in my cum. Like a whore. My obedient whore."
Beyoncé continues her onslaught of vulgar language. She grinds her vagina into Y/n's face. She lets a carnal cry of pleasure rip from her throat. She releases her sweet nectar on Y/n's face.
Y/n looks up at her mistress again, and realizes her beautiful breast are no longer hidden by her blouse. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this (it'll be a while before she remembers she isn't the only one to use her iPad). This was like the pictures she's been looking at. They've turned her world upside down.
"Come here, pet," Beyoncé starts. Y/n can feel her pussy already start to gush in anticipation. She whimpers like a little puppy in need for attention. She's a total submissive at heart, and wants to please her mistress. "Are you begging?" Beyoncé teases her. Y/n nods her head, her eyes are wide with lust and need. She pats her on the head and Y/n feels warm inside from the simple gesture. "Needy whore. I should slap that pretty face of yours, but instead I'm going to bruise that pretty little peach of yours and that ass. Bend over my desk."
She continues to belittle her while she moves to obey Beyoncé's orders. The look on Beyoncé's face from earlier really struck fear in her heart. It's embarrassing to be bent over her lover's desk with her skirt rising up to expose her smooth thighs. But, the sub in her knows where she belongs. Beyoncé fully lifts her skirt, her silky panties and garter belt exposed to her.
"Lingerie? Where you expecting me to fuck you?" she asks in a mocking tone.
Beyoncé pulls her panties down in a swift motion. She grabs the soft flesh and her mouth almost waters. "So pretty. Too bad I have to bruise it up."
She roughly grabs a fist full of her hair and yanks her head back. Y/n gasps in full shock. But, even that doesn't prepare her for the first harsh smack against her ass. Her body jerks in reaction.
Beyoncé lets out a grunt with each strike of her hand. The force of her smacks are evident by every cry she lets out. For the sake of having to show her face around this office from time to time, she's lucky the only people here this late are the cleaning staff. Tears wells in her eyes as her relentless blows meet her now sensitive ass. And, every time she is rocked by the power of Beyoncé's hit, her clit grinds against the edge of her desk. It's not the most comfortable thing, but even the bit of pleasure she gets from it brings her closer to cumming. Her hands grip the edge of the desk.
"Mistress!"
Beyoncé's hand pauses in midair when she finally calls out the name she told her to call her. She lowers her hand and steps back to admire what she had done; her ass is already forming bruises, her legs are spread wide, her thighs are glistening with her own juices, and she's sobbing uncontrollably. She's not the first girl Beyoncé has done this with, but it's more satisfying to see her cute lover reduced to this.
Y/n's a right mess, but she takes in this moment of stillness. She relaxes against her desk, and her sobs slow. She jumps when she feels Beyoncé place a hand on her head.
"You think I'm done with you little girl?" The switch to a much softer demeanor and the slow stroking of her hair contradicts Beyoncé's threatening tone. Beyoncé leaves Y/n on the desk to unlock her file cabinet. In the bottom file, instead of folders, she has a strapon. Yes, Y/n rarely came to her office, but she always wanted it handy if she had to use it. And, now the time has come. She fastens the strap-on around her waist and turns back to Y/n. She grabs a fist full of her hair, making her gasp. She pulls her back with force. She yelps out and her eyes slam shut in reaction. Y/n is forced to let of her grip on the desk and made to stand up.
They come face to face, and she's proud of handiwork. Y/n's hair is mussed up, her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes, and her eyes stung with tears. She was looking desperately into her eyes; it almost make Beyoncé sympathetic and just take the sweet girl into her arms and bury her face into her delicious cunt. But, Beyoncé is too prideful to stop now. With an empty office and a submissive woman at her will, the possibilities are endless.
"Get on your knees," she barks at Y/n. She bends down and comes face to face with the hung strap-on around her waist. Beyoncé uses a finger under her chin to tilt her head to look at her. "You want my fucking cock? You want me to fuck you?" she asks. Y/n nods frantically. "Yes! Please, I want you so bad baby," she begs while placing her hands on Beyoncé's thighs. She squeezes the thick flesh, and Beyoncé groans at the pressure. She wants to face fuck Y/n so bad; to hear her struggle to take al of it in and gag as it hits the back of her throat. But, she wants even more to fuck her tight pussy and hear her beg for more.
Beyoncé gives her face a light slap. Y/n's heart begins to race and her adrenaline rises.
"You've been awfully naughty."
"I'm sor-"
"Shut the fuck up. I didn't say you could speak."
Y/n's eyes rip away from Beyoncé's in embarrassment.
"Get your ass on the desk." She's a little discombobulated from the overwhelming feelings of her desires. She uses the desk as leverage to stand up and steady herself. She's painfully reminded of her sore bottom when she sits bare against her desk. She inhales sharply at the faint pain, but Beyoncé grabs her legs to spread them which distracts her mind from the ache.
Beyoncé moves between her legs and wraps her fingers around the thick cock. She slides the tip against Y/n's slit. She's so damn wet that she almost slides in, but she wants to tease her. And, it works because she is squirming against her desk. Beyoncé presses her thick head against her clit and Y/n moans involuntarily. Beyoncé finally slides all the way inside. She pushes into her lover slowly, so she could feel the toy stretching her out like it always does. She already tries to fill her to hilt, but from the look on her face, she needs to warm her up for a bit more. Beyoncé grabs her hips and slides out of her before plunging back in. She bites her lip at the fullness and chokes back a moan. Their sex has never been this extreme, but they were exploring a new area of pleasure that runs deep within Y/n. Beyoncé watches the way her body reacts underneath her. Y/n's beautiful breast bounce for her, and only for her. Her face scrunches up in a mix of pleasure and pain. She reaches up to place a hand on Bey's cheek. They stare intensely into each others' eyes and it is in this moment that their kinky sex turns into something more passionate. Beyoncé loves the woman moaning underneath her. And, as much as she loves her sweetness, she needs to remind her who is the dominant one in their relationship.
Beyoncé pulls out completely causing Y/n to pout, but she doesn't dare to protest. Beyoncé pulls her hips and slides her off of her desk. She Y/n turns around to bend her over her desk again. She yelps when her stomach smacks against the edge. Beyoncé waste no time filling her again, this time from the back. The sound of her hand coming down on her ass rips through the room. Beyoncé utters out, "fuck" seeing Y/n's delicious flesh ripple. It's even better to see her cock split Y/n open with each thrust. Y/n's sobs sound out. Beyoncé can hear her cursing under her breath.
"What's that darling?" She punctuates her sentence with another smack to her ass. This time Y/n cries out even louder.
"Answer me!"
"It feels so good!" she screams back at her lover. Fat tears fall from her as she withstands her pounding.
Her words drive drive Beyoncé instant, and with some resistance, the cock slides in deeper until she completely bottoms out inside of her. She stars letting out moans she has never made before. Both of Beyoncé's hands grab ahold of her head and pushes it down, smushing her beautiful face into the desk. She fucks her so hard into the desk they both believe it may break. Their flesh makes a such a lewd noise as it meets with each thrust.
'I can't take it' Y/n thinks to herself. She'd say it out loud, but the overwhelming feelings take away her ability to articulate real words. She moves her hand back to rest it on Beyoncé's pelvis. She takes this as a sign and slows down on her assault of Y/n's pussy.
"Too much! Too much," Y/n finally chokes out. Beyoncé almost pulls out in guilt, but instead she grabs Y/n's shoulders and brings her into an embrace with Y/n's back against her chest. Beyoncé's hard nipples press into Y/n's back. Her other hand sneaks up and begins to fondle Y/n's breast. "Sorry baby," she says lowly, but Y/n hears her nice and clear. She just nods in response.
Beyoncé waits a few seconds before thrusting up into Y/n again. "almost broke my little toy…wouldn't want that," she whispers directly into her ear. She slides deep inside again, and Y/n lets out a deep sigh. It's still a lot to take, but the slow thrusting helps her get use to it. Beyoncé helps with distracting her by tweaking her nipple.
"Mistress," Y/n whimpers out pathetically again.
Beyoncé let's go of her breast and wraps her hand around her neck instead. She starts to fuck Y/n faster. Every time she thrust inside of her, she grips her neck a bit tighter. It becomes harder for Y/n to breathe. As fucked up as it is for her, Y/n loves it. She likes this change from the usual vanilla. Her pussy tingles and she desperately wants to play with her clit, but she keeps her grip on the desk to brace herself from the power of Beyoncé's thrust. Bey might be a mind reader because her other hands begin to rub circles into Y/n's clit causing her to gasp.
"God I'm going to cum!"
Beyoncé squeezes her neck tightly to deter her attention from her orgasm to her.
"Did I say you could cum?"
"No."
"No. That;s right."
Beyoncé let's go of her raw neck and stops rubbing her clit. She whimpers at the lack of touch. She lets out a grunt when Beyoncé pushes her against the desk again. She smacks her ass twice. Beyoncé was becoming addicted to the way her little lover's body reacted to the harsh blows.
"You wanna cum," Beyoncé asks even though she knows the answer to that. "Please! I need to cum! Let me cum for you mistress!" A hint of anger mixes into her words. She was getting impatient with their game, and she was almost in orgasmic bliss before Beyoncé just stops. She feels like crying; all this begging is humiliating, but she enjoys it deep down inside (and, she'd do anything to cum now).
"Make yourself cum baby."
She sinks back on the cock and begins to rock herself back-and-forth. It feels great, amazing actually, but she'd love it if Beyoncé was still pound into her.
"Yes baby, just like that," Beyoncé encourages.
Y/n throws her head back and starts moaning like crazy. She starts to push her hips back faster and faster against Beyoncé's pelvis. She's closer to her orgasm more than before.
Beyoncé knows when she starts to cum: the way her rhythm becomes sloppy, her labored breathing, and the filth moans that fall out of her mouth. She keeps cumming, and cumming for her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" She cries out ever time se thrust back down, fucking herself on the thick cock strapped around Beyoncé's waist to prolong her orgasm. She comes down fully on the cock and stays like that with it buried inside of her. Her nails dig into Beyoncé's skin, sure to leave a mark.
Feeling tired is an understatement. She has completely drained all of her energy. Their fucking was brutal. It was animalistic. It was amazing for the both of them.
Beyoncé slides out without Y/n even realizing. She's too tired and busy trying to stead her breathing. Both of them are spent.
Neither say anything as they make themselves decent enough to leave. When they get home, both will replay it over and over until they fall asleep.
They'll feel a dull ache inside whenever they see each other again. Whether or not they'll act on the primal desires once again is in their hands.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Zoe Kravitz/Actor!Reader
Summary: Reader struggles with a scene she has with Zoe, so she decides to help her out in the best way she knows possible. wc: 3.9k
Content: 3rd POV. smut, soft degradation. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: Vault fic :) Patrons will be getting a new fic very soon!
Y/n knows that the moment she signs onto a film, she has to build chemistry with her co-stars. Sometimes it's challenging (mostly on others end, not hers), but she always tries her bet. She can admit that she's not the most skilled actress in the game right now, but she puts so much effort into her work that her work ethic does not go unnoticed. She takes her professionalism seriously, but that was seriously being threatened the longer she's around Zoe. The two had spent hours on set getting to know each other and thus becoming closer because of it. Their roles are closely intertwined and they were pushed to build some kind of friendship with each other. Y/n can't remember a time where she has gotten so close to a cast mate, but Zoe was so interesting to her and also interested in her.
It was sometimes hard to get a reading on her due to her aloof demeanor. Zoe was also a flirt which may or may not have given Y/n a false idea in her head. Regardless, she felt her heart begin to race whenever she came around on set. She found herself flubbing her lines a little bit more when they had to film a scene together. Y/n had to admit to herself that she developed somewhat of a crush on her, but it was hard not to see that Zoe is absolutely alluring. Something about her was just so effortless that it had Y/n head over heels for her co-star. Every day on set she had to see Zoe look amazing in whatever outfit the costume designer gave her to wear that day. Y/n kept most of her compliments to herself although many of them would fill her thoughts.
Their interactions were limited to their time on set for quite a while. Y/n would have loved to go to some nice restaurant that was probably near the set location, but she never worked up the courage to ask her. Zoe was the one who took the initiate when it came to Y/n. She would text her asking if she wanted her to pick her up a coffee, or if she wanted to join another co-star in exploring the nearby city. Y/n was hesitant to say yes at first, but she forced herself to tag along until it started being only the two of them can do something together. Filming can get lonely when you're away from your friends and family. Neither of them are seeing someone so they don't have anyone to come and visit them; they kind of just have each other.
Zoe had quickly gotten a feel for Y/n’s personality. She was often shy, but very sweet. Her and Zoe were almost opposites; Zoe being the one who’s more bold yet collected. But there is something about the two of them that is oddly similar. Which made it easy for them to click over glasses of wine once Y/n got over her hesitancy.
Tonight's little get together was different. It wasn't one where they planned to indulge or go out; they were going to spend time working out a part in the script. Y/n was struggling with one of her scenes with Zoe because she had to get flirty with her. She thought that would be easy to do since they have been spending quite a bit of time together, but she's not as charismatic as Zoe. She struggled to make the words sound coquettish and it became obvious to everyone on set after their tenth take with only Y/n being scolded for her performance. It left her feeling embarrassed. She has had flirty scenes plenty of times before, but she just couldn't get her head clear enough to execute this one.
Zoe's remedy was for them to practice the lines together while they were alone. She couldn't quite place her finger on why Y/n kept fumbling her lines, but she also has noticed how Y/n gets around her. She gets flustered and she barely makes eye contact with her. If their roles were reversed and Zoe was the one who had to flirt in the scene then things would go much smoother. Y/n's swooning over her would probably be a genuine reaction. Y/n doesn't realize just how obvious she makes it that Zoe makes her nervous. Zoe finds it cute when she gets all flustered around her. Y/n acts like a schoolgirl with a crush on the most popular person in school.
“So what exactly are struggling with? I thought you did fine out there today?”
Y/n was appreciative of Zoe being encouraging. It was a lie though, Y/n did not do good today.
“Well our scene was the one I got yelled at the most.”
“The talking scene?”
It’s not just a scene where they talk, they flirt. Zoe knows this, but for some reason she acts oblivious. Y/n feels her face getting hotter because she’s going to have to say it out loud. Then it hits her that Zoe may not be acting clueless for no reason.
“The scene where we have to flirt...and kiss each other.”
Zoe stops herself from smirking. Y/n is so shy that it comes off endearing to her, but probably annoys the people they’re working with. She’s heard great things about her and never expected her to be this shy. But Zoe has observed her on set when Y/n thought she wasn’t around and she looked much more collected; it was Zoe that was making her nervous. Zoe fought the urge to use that to her advantage. If they have to keep re-filming scenes then that’ll prolong filming or leave Y/n in a bad position.
“You’ve kissed plenty of people for movies, right?”
“Yes, but-”
“Then this should be no different,” Zoe stood a few feet in front of her, script in hand and a look of determination on her face, “let’s sit on the bed like we have to for the scene. We can go over the lines.”
Y/n took a deep breath to clear her head. She pretends like she’s on set, cameras and hot lights on her with the direction not too far away. The more she’s able to get into character when they’re alone, the easier it will be in front of the cameras. She reminds herself that it’s not the crew watching that makes her nervous, it’s Zoe.
They sit side by side just like it’s written in the script. Zoe’s character sits very close to her; it feels very intimate already.
“We’re not just friends. You know that.” Y/n recites her memorized lines from the script, jumping right into the lines that are giving her the most trouble. It feels too close to real life which doesn’t make it easier for her to say these things, but she still says her words with conviction.
Zoe stares into her eyes while placing her hands behind herself on the bed so she can lean back. She bites into her lip as Y/n waits for her to say her line back. Y/n is a bit confused by her reaction. She glances at the script and what Zoe is doing is not in it.
"You're just a sweet little thing, aren't you?"
Y/n felt the blood rush to her face at the way her co-star talked to her. It was one thing to be reciting romantic words to her in front of an entire crew of people, but it was much more potent with just the two of them in the room. It came completely out of left field and Y/n pulled her eyes away from Zoe to go back to scanning her script. She knows that that’s not in the script whatsoever. Her lines were already beginning to leave her head and she was a bumbling mess as she tried to spit them out without faltering. She's trying to be the professional she is, but Zoe is making it hard for her.
Zoe just can’t help herself. Y/n is just so enticing to her, even though she’s so nervous. Zoe's hand begins to caress one of her breasts through her top which only made her worse; this was definitely not a part of the script.
"Are you going to relax for me?" Y/n nods her head in compliance, quickly folding to Zoe's demands and melting in her embrace, much to Zoe's relief, "good girl."
A hot kiss is placed on her jaw line. Y/n unintentionally moans and she wishes she could take it back because it makes Zoe squeeze her breast harder. A gasp escaped her lips and she shifts and realize that she's wet. Zoe's lips trail along her jaw until she goes lower and lets her teeth graze the skin on Y/n's neck. Goosebumps form on her skin as Zoe lightly drags her teeth along her flesh. Y/n doesn't realize how shallow her breathing has become, in fact she's not all that aware of her body at all right now. She's in a daze, something that could be called lust clouding her thoughts. She doesn't know if they should be doing this, they're co-workers after all. But Zoe's touch just feels so good, and Y/n doesn't want to be the one to ruin the good rapport they built for themselves thus far. She's heard of people in the industry going a step further to build chemistry with each other, but Y/n wondered what line this was crossing. She was shaking — from both her nerves overtaking her and desire. She longs to be touched and Zoe is doing just that.
"So pretty," Zoe says against her skin before finally pressing her lips against her neck. Y/n smells like vanilla and apprehension.
Zoe trails her finger up and down that pretty body of hers. She's fully clothed but she can imagine what she looks like under her dress — she has come close to seeing her naked when they were in the trailer together. She lifts up Y/n's blouse to reveal her stomach. Her nails drew light patterns into her and tickled her skin. "Lay back against the bed with me," she whispers. Zoe guides them so they are able to relax into her soft hotel bed. She turns to lay on her side while Y/n stays in place with her back completely on the bed. Zoe's fingernails go back to trailing her skin, but this time she travels even further down and she's now tracing similar patterns onto Y/n's thigh. She inches up slowly until she is able to slightly push Y/n's skirt up. Y/n's chest is burning with anticipation. She almost acts like she's never been touched before, but she is not the most experienced person in the world. It came as no surprise to Zoe to find out that Y/n hadn't been touched that much before; it was actually pretty cute. She's good at what she does yet so unsuspecting that it's fun to poke at her, get her all hot and bothered just to see her get flustered yet do nothing about it.
"Your skin is so soft and pretty," Zoe lays her hand flat on Y/n's thigh and feels just how soft she is. She can also feel the goosebumps on her skin and she knows that she's doing more than a good job. Her intention is to get those clothes off of Y/n, but she's going to do it slowly; just take her time and take in her body one second at a time.
Y/n doesn't know that a few buttons of her top are unbuttoned until she feels cool air hit her chest. It relaxes yet agitates her at the same time. Zoe is touching her in the way she would touch herself before getting herself off. Soft caresses to her skin and a bit of teasing too.
Her bra was thin enough for Zoe to notice the indentation of her nipples. She pulled the fabric down and Y/n's nipples weren't as hard as she wished they'd be, but they would be in a due time.
"Rub your fingers around your nipples...it'll help you relax."
Y/n doesn't hesitate to obey. Zoe's presence is both soothing and intimidating; she feels compelled to listen to whatever she has to say. She wants any kind of relief right now and her finger stroking her own skin gives that to her. Y/n lets out a soft moan that is almost inaudible, but Zoe can hear it because she's so close. She watches Y/n circle her nipple until it starts to get harder, standing tall with attention. She bites into her bottom lip at the sight that is proof she has control over her pretty, little co-star. A sense of power surges through her in this moment and she wants to feel more.
Her hand slips into Y/n's inner thigh, prying her legs apart as she strokes her sensitive skin. "So good for me," she whispers before kissing her jaw again. Y/n reached over to stroke her nipple until it got hard like the one she just finished working on. While she continued to touch herself, Zoe shifted herself so she could pull Y/n's skirt down. She slowly let the silk slide down her body to reveal her panties. There was a cute bow on it that was dusty pink.
"Keep rubbing yourself...make yourself feel good," Zoe pauses to just take in the sight of Y/n's chest rising and falling as she plays with herself, "you look so pretty like this, baby."
Zoe was getting all of the gratification without doing most of the work. She grabbed Y/n's hand and placed it over her clothed sex. "Keep touching yourself," Zoe encouraged before laying beside her again.
Y/n rubbed her clit through her panties in the same fashion as she did her nipples. Her touch was light yet she could feel just how wet she was through her panties. She's slightly embarrassed and hopes there is not a wet patch down there. Zoe buttons the rest of her blouse while Y/n continues to lightly stroke herself.
"Now slide your hands into your panties."
Zoe's voice is smooth and soft like velvet. Her words sound less like instructions and more like suggestions, but Y/n is dying to follow along. Her clit is swollen and her folds are puffy from all the teasing. Zoe can't see, but she can hear just how wet she is when Y/n's fingers dive into her folds.
"You like touching yourself?"
Y/n just nods.
While Y/n is touching herself, Zoe pulls her bra down completely. She takes to playing with Y/n's hard nipples while kissing her cheek. Her skin is hot to the touch and Zoe loves it.
Only does Y/n pick up speed when Zoe actually kisses her. She had been dying to get a taste of her co-star's pure sweetness, and Y/n is just as sweet as she imagined. Zoe moves her lips a bit sloppily against Y/n's lips and how Y/n treats her hungry pussy is the same. She rubs her clit faster.
Her voice is soft and sweet yet her words are filth, "such a little slut for me." Zoe begins to rub small circles into Y/n's skin as she watches her rub her clit. She's dying to see what she looks like underneath these thin garments that are the only thing separating her naked body from Zoe.
Zoe pulls the straps of her bra down. Y/n is placed firmly on her back, so Zoe isn't able to take the garment off of her, but she's able to pull it down and completely and watch Y/n's tits fall from the cups. Now all she has to do is take those panties off; they're depriving her of the sight of Y/n's glistening sex and how her fingers are working against her clit.
Y/n slows down just a little bit when she notices Zoe pulling her panties off. She was becoming shy again after working up some confidence to touch herself in front of her co-star. The barrier of her bra and panties made her feel less anxious, but it was obvious that Zoe wants to see all of her. Y/n lets her pull her panties down and until the fabric reaches her lower thighs. She shimmies them off the best way she can until they're around her ankles and ultimately flung somewhere in the room. Zoe now has her full attention. She's weakened for a moment by the sight of Y/n touching herself. Her fingers slide through her wet folds and tease her opening. Zoe watches closely to see if she'll slide them in, but Y/n looks at her for an approving look. Zoe says nothing though, just continues to listen to Y/n's whimpers as she touches herself in desperation.
"Do you want to cum?"
Y/n nods her head fervently. She might die if she doesn't cum within the next couple of minutes. All the tension had been built up; from coming to Zoe's hotel room, to her touching her, and all the way to the way Zoe speaks to her.
"You're so close, baby. I can tell by the way you cry out for me," Zoe's hand goes wandering and somehow slips itself to Y/n's opening. She pushes two fingers in, making her co-star arch her back into the air and her whimpers turn into full blown moans. Her walls wrap deliciously around her fingers and welcome them in, "I can also feel that you're about to cum. Does this help you?" Zoe begins to pump her fingers into Y/n slowly. The sensation of her own fingers rubbing her clit and Zoe slowly fucking her was overwhelming. She tries to speak to answer Zoe but her voice just breaks and all she can muster up is a pathetic "yes."
Zoe loves hearing the sound of her voice. She sounds like she's about to boil over and lose control of her body. She's so, so close and Zoe wants to push her further. She leans down to take Y/n's nipple into her mouth and suck on it. Her eyes flicker up to her face, the strained look on her face and how tight her eyes are shut makes Zoe suck harder. She can feel Y/n's walls spasming around her fingers until a gush of warmth coats her fingers.
A strangled cry escapes Y/n's lips as she finally cums. Her hips jut into the air and her legs spasm through her rough orgasm. Her body feels completely spent when she starts to come down, but Zoe isn't stopping whatsoever. Her fingers are still deep in Y/n's pussy and her hot mouth is on her tits. Y/n is not able to fully come down from her high due to the overstimulation.
Y/n isn't the only one reeling though, Zoe's body was buzzing. She was beginning to wonder who was truly in control. Seeing her body writhe and her tits jiggle almost made Zoe feel feral. She's always had the upper hand, but now she's the one feeling weak in her presence. She wants to know what Y/n tastes like, and not just from licking her slick off of her hand, but directly from the source.
Y/n can feel her moving but she keeps her eyes closed. The state of disbelief of what just happened overtakes her. She's both happy and even more confused about where she stands with her co-star.
Zoe is not done with her yet though. She sits on her knees in between Y/n’s spread legs Y/n and leans down to kiss the bare skin covering her ribcage. Her tongue comes out to dart across her warm skin. The wet muscle circles around Y/n's lower stomach until Y/n sharply inhales when Zoe hits a ticklish spot. Zoe looks up at her and giggles.
They’re running out of room on the bed so Zoe gets off the bed and places her knees on the floor. She drags Y/n to the edge of the bed with force, making her gasp in shock. It almost took her out of her daze until she felt Zoe’s wet tongue sliding against her clit. She wiggles it against her which causes Y/n to shake. Her hips move involuntarily at each long lick; she’s still so sensitive, but she wouldn’t dare push Zoe’s head away from her.
"This is what you needed all along,” Zoe talks after briefly pulling away, “you just needed me to help you get comfortable.”
Y/n is speechless from the feeling of pure ecstasy pumping through her veins. She moans when Zoe starts licking at her sex again, this time exploring every inch of her besides of clit. Y/n’s legs were almost closing in on her, but Zoe kept them open with her wandering hands. Her nails raked the inside of Y/n’s thighs which set Y/n off anymore; her body felt electric.
Zoe slips her tongue past Y/n’s folds and into her gushing hole. She could feel the way Y/n’s warmth was trying to constrict her tongue and it got her own blood pumping. She tastes so sweet, addicting even.
“Please don’t stop,” Y/n whimpers, her hand coming to the back of Zoe’s head. She was nearly grinding herself against Zoe’s face until her hands came up to grab onto her waist to still her body.
Zoe’s tongue came out and she sucked on Y/n’s clit. She could feel Y/n shivering beneath her touch every time she sucked hard on her. From the sound of her desperate cries, she’s about to cum again and it’s going to be a big one. It only makes Zoe more determined to suck on her harder and make her cum.
Y/n looks down to Zoe’s face buried in her pussy and the sight makes her cum. A cold wave takes over her entire body, her sobs get stuck in her throat and tears well in her eyes. It’s a blissful feeling that spreads throughout her entire body, starting from her belly and to her very extremities. Her hips buck into the air and this time Zoe lets her move wildly instead of trying to control her; her job here is done.
Zoe’s mouth unlatches from Y/n’s sex with an audible ‘suck!’. Y/n had gushed against her mouth, making her a mess, but she doesn’t mind it one bit. It’s all worth it when she sees the look on Y/n’s face. She looks like her head is up in the clouds, but there is a faint smile on her face.
She’s almost out of breath even after pulling her mouth away from Y/n’s sex, wiping the mess off of her lips. For a moment there she didn’t think she was going to let up on her, just keep lapping at her sweet sex until the night was over and Y/n could go no longer. But, she decided to spare her instead of taking her body to its limits. Zoe almost looked unphased by what just happened which is a stark contrast from how disheveled Y/n looks and feels.
"We should get back to practicing lines, should we not?"
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Dom!Beyonce/Reader/Rihanna
Summary: Beyoncé comes home with a colleague that surprises Reader. wc: 2.1k
Content: 3rd POV. smut, D/s elements, established relationship, threesome, strap-on sex . (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
Beyoncé must be a changed woman because she is actually considering sharing her lover with another person. But, Rihanna talked a good game. She fluffed up Bey's head up with compliments of her lover's beautiful ass (yes, Rihanna was actually saying these words to Beyoncé's face) and her tits over a couple of glasses of wine.
"C'mon Bey," Rihanna says in her most convincing tone. "You tell me damn near every detail of your sex life. Don't act like you didn't know I'd be curious!"
"That was before you asked to fuck Y/n."
"What can I say? Low hanging fruit." Her charming accent paired with her charming smile was work Beyoncé. To see her love handling two dominant women sounds so pornographic; it starts to heat her up.
Rihanna's usually playful eyes were darker, full of lust. She must have been imagining the scenario in her head too.
"Rih-"
"No, Bey, don't say anything," she starts to shake her head to snap out of her dirty thoughts. "I'm sorry I even asked. She's your girl and-"
"Rih, it's okay. Y/n, as you know, is a kinky girl. She likes to please, and she loves to do whatever I tell her to do. If I tell her to bend over, and spread herself for another person, she'd do it in a heartbeat."
The look on Rihanna's face went from regretful to confusion to shock.
Beyoncé wasn't lying about her lover's submissive behavior. She trust her and she knew her limits because wy would she subject Y/n to something she doesn't enjoy? Her pleasure is Beyoncé's pleasure too, and with all the dry flirting that has occurred between Y/n and Rihanna, Y/n would definitely enjoy Rihanna manhandling her for a few hours.
"You sure about this Bey?"
"Never been more sure."
Beyoncé throws a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the table to cover their drinks.
"Let's go." She grabs her jacket and heads towards the door with Rihanna hot on her tail. They step into the cold night of the city, and head to Beyoncé and Y/n's shared apartment to make their devious plan come to life.
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The front door slams a little harder than Y/n is use to. Beyoncé probably had a rough day. Beyoncé's rough days usually leave Y/n with a sore bottom and in the state of fucked-out bliss. A little excitement builds inside of her. It prompts her to leave their bedroom and greet Beyoncé in the living room
"Hey baby…oh…hi Rihanna?"
It was a bit startling to see Rihanna there in their house. Sure she had met her before (albeit those meetings were cut always short by Beyoncé whiskey her away), but right now she is wondering why the woman her lover sometimes speaks negatively about is standing in their living room.
"If I would've known we were going to have company, I would've put on something more presentable Beyoncé," she jokes to dissipate some of her own awkward feelings. She was only in her cream nightgown, her skin was glowing from the lotion she put on less than ten minutes ago. Her face looked soft; her fresh face is Beyoncé's favorite thing because she likes to dirty up her face with her cum like she's a blank canvas.
"No, no Y/n don't worry. It's your home. You can be as comfortable as you want." Rihanna tried not to stare at her budding nipples under her nightgown. She wanted to twist them, take them in her mouth and suck harshly. But, she plays it cool.
Beyoncé emerges from the kitchen with, not two, but three glasses of wine in her hands. It's the first time Y/n has seen her since this morning when she woke her up by eating her out. She burns at the reminder of it, and her pussy starts flowing.
"Join us baby," Beyoncé gestures to the couch while she sits in the arm-chair adjacent to the couch. Y/n knows it's a dangerous game sitting on the couch in her thin nightgown, with no underwear and her wet pussy. If she left a spot on the couch and Rihanna noticed, she'd die of embarrassment.
Beyoncé places the two other glasses on the coffee table and grabs the remote. She flips through the channels before settling on what she feels is appropriate background noise. It just so happens that it's a sex scene in a movie.
Y/n circles her finger on the rim of her drink and stares into it while Beyoncé and Rihanna talk about something work related. Rihanna inches closer to Y/n and she can't do anything about it since she's already against the end of the couch. Beyoncé turns from the TV and to Rihanna who is incredibly close to her lover right now. Y/n thinks that in a few seconds, Beyoncé is going to chew Rihanna out, but it never happens. She simply just jokes with her, something about what happened today with a co-worker that goes completely over Y/n head
Then there came a moment where Rihanna placed a hand on Y/n's knee. Y/n instantly turns to her with a look of confusion. She looks over to Beyoncé to see her completely unphased, still laughing and joking with the woman who was feeling up on her lover's leg. Rihanna's hand slides up her thigh. She stretches her arm on the back of the couch.
"You okay baby? You look flustered," Beyoncé says teasingly.
Y/n just stares at Beyoncé, hoping her eyes will give her an answer, give her a tell. But, Beyoncé's face was too neutral to tell.
Rihanna can feel the heat between Y/n's legs. She moves her hand closer to her core, to tease her, but to her surprise Y/n was bare. The soft hairs on her mound tickle her and. She pushes the tips of her three fingers against her clit with full pressure. Rihanna buries her face into Y/n's neck, nipping and sucking at her soft skin. She presses her weight into making her lean back against the back of the couch. Her legs move wider on their own. Y/n doesn't break the eye contact she has with Beyoncé. She just sits from the chair and watches with a smug look on her face. She was actually enjoying watching this.
Y/n starts to feel herself up and moan to give Beyoncé the show she wanted.
"Mmm Rih that feels good," she moans seductively. Y/n rolls her nipple in between her fingers. Beyoncé can't hide how turned on she is right now. Seeing how slutty her lover can get, letting another woman play with her pussy while Beyoncé watches is incredibly hot to her.
Rihanna gets her fingers inside of Y/n's sopping hole. She swings her leg on the ledge of the couch to spread her legs even wider. She grabs the back of Rihanna's head and tugs on her hair. Once she pulls away from her neck, Y/n smashes her lips against hers. Rihanna kisses her back with much passion; sloppy, but passionate nonetheless.
She pulls away to let out a gasp when Rihanna's fingers slide deeper into her.
"I want you to fuck me Rihanna."
Neither of them were sure if she meant with just her fingers or a thick cock. She'll gladly accept both.
"Don't be rude baby, show her your beautiful tits."
Y/n pulls down each strap of her gown until she can slide her arms out of them. Rihanna mouth begins to water the moment the gown slides down to bunch around her waist to reveal her breast. She still has her fingers inside of Y/n's pussy, driving them into her in a steady pace, but she's hungry for more of her. Rihanna bends over enough to take her nipple in her mouth. She throws her head back in reaction to the added pleasure.
She hadn't notice that Beyoncé got up and walked over to her, towering and looking down on her. When Y/n opens her eyes, she meets Beyoncé's. She places her hand under Y/n's chin and lets her thumb play with her bottom lip. Y/n felt so naughty being naked and exposed while the two women were dressed in their business clothes.
Beyoncé leans down and gives her lover an earnest kiss.
"She's going to fuck that whore cunt of yours."
Y/n flinches at her harsh words, but her arousal flowed. Rihanna's fingers were slick and covered with her.
Rihanna's hesitant to pull away from her breast and wet pussy, but she needs to fuck her until she's sobbing.
Rihanna stands up. Now her and Beyoncé stare down at Y/n. She feels like prey, but she's eager for them to get both of their hands all over her. She rolls onto her stomach while maintaining eye contact with Beyoncé.
"Are you going to fuck me now or what?"
Her plush ass is begging to have a hard hand come down on it and be spanked and they can visibly see her wetness sticky on her thighs. She looks so fucking delicious.
Rihanna begins to mess with the zipper of her skirt. "Get on the floor. On your hands and knees," Beyoncé commands, and Y/n obeys. She crawls, teasing the two of them, her body basically begging them to take advantage of her. Rihanna disappears out Y/n's line of vision for a few moments. Y/n watches Beyoncé undress while she waits for Rihanna to come back.
"Such a fucking tease," Rihanna says lowly as she walks back into the room.
Rihanna bends down behind her. She spreads Y/n by her cheeks and watches the sticky lips of her pussy separate for her. She waste no time pushing the thick cock that's strapped around her waist into Y/n. "Oh god!" She felt her splitting her open with each trust. Her cunt was so tight that she struggled to push back in, but she took it the best she could. Y/n pushes back to meet the thrust. Her ass smacks roughly against her pelvis. Rihanna can't help but bring her hand down on her beautiful ass. She jerks forward and lets out a gasp. "I want it harder! Fuck me harder!"
Beyoncé wants to rub herself, but he'd rather see Y/n's pretty face between her legs while she gets fucked.
She lies down in front of Y/n who has her eyes shut and mouth agape. She calls her name softly, and her eyes snap open. Her pussy was exposed and right in Y/n's face. Y/n gets down to her elbows with her ass still in the air, still getting pounded. The way her ass ripples and her face scrunches up, Beyoncé can tell Y/n's pussy is going to be sore in the morning.
Without having to ask, Y/n brings her mouth down on Beyoncé's cunt. She squirms and shakes with pleasure under Y/n tongue. Beyoncé can hear Y/n whimpering against her pussy. She sucks on her clit feverishly. Y/n wraps her arms around Bey's legs to bury her face further into her pussy. Every time Rihanna rocked deeper into her, her face ground against Beyoncé's pussy. Her back arches and Y/n looks up to see the underside of breast rising and falling as she pants.
Y/n is very sloppy when it comes to eating Beyoncé's pussy. She eats her out feverishly, almost forgetting that's she getting fucked from behind and focusing all her attention to her lover. She wants to lick up every last drop of her honey and make her cry out her name. Beyoncé was a stubborn dominant, but whenever Y/n was hungry for her, she can make the domme crack. The mix of her sloppy licks and the slight pain of Y/n's fingertips digging into her hips has Beyoncé's head spinning. Their lust for each other is palpable and Rihanna can see that Y/n is more into tasting Bey's cunt instead of getting fucked. She places her hand on the back of Y/n's head and pushes her harder against Beyoncé's cunt. Beyoncé grinds herself on Y/n's face while Y/n sticks her tongue out. Y/n's tongue working Beyoncé's cunt makes such a filthy sound when it mixes with the sound of Rihanna fucking her. "You like pleasing more than getting fucked. You really are a filthy whore," Rihanna teases.
Y/n starts to cum all over the thick cock inside of her pussy. Her moans vibrate against Beyoncé's cunt. Watching her little sub cumming and meeting Rihanna's thrust sent her over the edge. She felt like something inside of her had burst and she was cumming all over Y/n's face. Beyoncé lets out a striking cry when Y/n digs her nails into Beyoncé's thigh. The feeling of pleasure and pain was her favorite way to cum, and Y/n knew that.
Afterwards, Y/n was exhausted. She doesn't know what time Rihanna had left and when Beyoncé brought her to their bedroom to lay her down, but the feeling of her tired body against the soft mattress was amazing.
In the morning, Beyoncé will wake her up by eating her sore pussy. She was grateful to have a lover whose kind and likes to share.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Stepmom!Margot Robbie x Reader
Summary: Reader gets caught sneaking in past her curfew and her punishment is way more than she bargain for. wc: 5.2k
Content: 3rd POV. smut, stepcest (step-mom/step-daughter), D/s elements, degradation (and instance of slut-shaming, age gap (reader is 21), infidelity, teasing, strap-on sex. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: There will be a new story on patreon either tonight or tomorrow night :)
Y/n’s slides her one leg over the brick window sill. She has one leg in the house and the other outside.
“Shit.”
Her leg scrapes against the brick which ruins her tights on one side of her legs. She pauses for a moment to make sure she didn’t cause anyone in the house to stir. The clock on the kitchen wall reads 1:04 which means she was supposed to be home an hour and four minutes ago. She knows that if her dad catches her, then it won’t be much of a problem. All she would have to do is bat her lashes and make up some story about how she had so much fun with her friends that the time passed so quickly that she forgot the time and her father will let her on her way; she is a daddy’s girl after all. However, if it’s Margot then she’s going to have to pay the price of staying out so late.
Margot is not her mother, but she sure does act like it. She’s only been married to Y/n’s dad for two years however she acts like she has some authority over Y/n. Y/n doesn’t even know her like that considering her dad sprung her up out of nowhere. She was a freshman in college visiting for winter break when her dad told her that he was engaged to a woman named Margot. Y/n wasn’t upset, nor was she excited, she was just indifferent. She was 19 at the time so she didn’t care what her dad did, as long as this new woman didn’t get in between her dad spoiling her.
Y/n was about to enter her senior year of college when she decided to take a gap year. She was inspired by a few people she saw online talking about taking a break from college and how it did wonders for their “character development.” If Y/n is being honest with herself, she’s not that concerned with developing her character. She just wants to party without the hassle of school work. Her father allowed her to stay with them during her year off, but he was adamant about her having to adhere to both his and Margot’s rules.
“I love you honey, but as long as you stay with us, you listen to us, okay?”
Y/n agreed and brushed him off. Her dad was such a pushover for her, his only child, that she could get away with a lot. Y/n was not someone who got into much trouble, but she loves staying out late and partying as much as she can. It’s not that dangerous of a life like Margot tried to paint it when warning Y/n’s father.
“You don’t want her going down the wrong path. If she gets caught up in a whirlwind of partying then she’s never going back to school and she’s going to try to live off you forever.”
Margot trying to ruin her fun made Y/n seriously dislike her. Her step-mom tries to rule with an iron fist even though Y/n scoffs at the idea.
Y/n has been successfully sneaking out and coming in at whatever time she wants for weeks. Her father always had a habit of leaving the big kitchen window unlocked and that was her one way in the house without causing a disturbance. She told herself she wasn’t going to sneak out this week since she almost got caught last week, but her friend Samantha was having a party that she could not miss. Y/n considered herself a pro at sneaking in and out of the house, but this time she was nervous. She was a little bit tipsy so that made her a bit more sloppier coming into the house. If she gets caught then she can say bye-bye to the slew of parties that are coming up in the next few weeks.
Once she finally gets both legs in the house, she sighs in relief. Only the light over the stove was on which made it a little bit hard to navigate, but as long as she’s in the house then everything is fine. All she needs to do is get out of these party clothes and if Margot or her father catch her up at these early hours, she can just say she was getting something from the kitchen.
The house is so quiet that the two of them have to be asleep. There isn’t even the sound of a neglected TV show playing. The wood floors would creak just a little bit with each step she took, but she walked so slowly and as quietly as she could. Her bedroom is on the second floor while her father and Margot’s room is on the first floor so all she has to do is make it to the stairs and she’s good.
Y/n reaches for her phone that was in her back pocket for a light source. Her eyes go wide when she feels that her pocket is empty. “Fuck,” she whispers. Her phone had fallen outside because she had when her friend dropped her off and as she walked to the back of her house. She walked back into the kitchen as quietly, but quickly as possible. Her phone was thankfully sitting on the window sill. She grabbed it and hurriedly turned back around. She moves stealthily without a problem until she’s startled by the sight of her step-mom.
“The mall closes at 9. Do you want to tell me where you were for the last four hours?”
Y/n’s stomach dropped seeing her step-mom there with her arms crossed. She herself wasn’t intimidating, but the last thing Y/n needs is her father knowing about this.
“So do you want to explain why you’re sneaking in the house at 1 in the morning?” Margot knows Y/n is going to lie to her. Y/n is a good liar, but when she’s caught in the act it’s hard to find an excuse that won’t get her in trouble. She’s wearing a short skirt and a too-tight top that barely contains her; there is no way she wasn’t out partying tonight. When she wasn’t home by 10:30, her father thought about calling her. Three separate times she had to talk him out of doing so, assuring him that she would take care of everything. He was in bed by 11 while Margot decided to wait until her step-daughter came home. She knows that Y/n sneaking in and out of the house happens frequently, but she wanted to wait before punishing her.
“I was with my friend,” it’s not a complete lie but it’s certainly not the truth. Trying to hide what she was doing would only make things worse for her, but Margot is going to have to pry it out of her that she was at a party. Y/n is worried, but she isn’t scared of her blonde step-mom.
“And you and said friend were at the mall until 1 am?” Margot steps closer to Y/n whose tough demeanor seems to dissipate as she gets closer to her, “where were you?”
“Out.”
Margot laughed at her defiance. She knows exactly how girls like Y/n operate because she was once in her early 20s. She didn’t want to listen to anyone and she just wanted to have fun. However, no matter how much she’s able to relate to her, she doesn’t like her step-daughter disobeying her authority. Y/n has looked down on her since the first day they met. She doesn’t take her seriously; she probably just thinks Margot is some gold-digger trying to take her father away from her. That isn’t the case whatsoever and Margot isn’t going to let herself be walked all over just because she’s the step-mother.
Margot leans into her and sniffs her, “I can smell the alcohol on you.” Y/n had three shots of tequila and the smell still lingered on her; she smelled like a party. Margot begins to circle around her like a lioness does her prey. She can see Y/n becoming anxious. It’s written all over that pretty face of hers that she is worried about Margot telling her father and thus her father cutting her off for the remainder of her stay. “You think I’m so stupid, don’t you? Were you out with a boy? Letting him use you like a slut? Or maybe you were hooking up with that friend of ours — her name is Jenna, right?”
“I-I didn’t hook up with anybody,” Y/n was lying straight through her teeth. When the party gets all loud and rowdy, and everyone has alcohol in their system, how could they not get turned? What she does with her body is not her step-mom’s business.
“Could you imagine if you end up pregnant before graduating college? Your father would be devastated that you let some loser boy knock you up.”
Y/n wanted to defend herself, but she began to retreat as Margot shamed her. She has no right to speak to her like this, but she does because she knows Y/n is worried about her telling her father about this. Margot wielded her power over Y/n and she didn’t plan on letting her get off easy.
“I didn’t hook-up with anyone…” she lies again. Her face grows hot as it begins harder to lie. She’s never been under immense pressure like this and it’s making her regret going out all together.
“Your lies could get you hurt, Y/n. What if one of those slimy boys you hang around puts you in harm's way?” Margot was acting possessive over her and Y/n didn’t understand. She was just her father’s wife who didn’t interact with her much outside of trying to flex her authority over her. Y/n barely hangs out with any boys so her assumption that Y/n’s contacts are just filled with boys she’s fucking is beginning to piss her off.
“I told you I didn’t hook-up with some random boy! Now just leave me alone. I don’t care if you tell my dad.” Y/n begins to walk away until Margot grabs her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“I’m not done talking to you.”
“Screw you!”
Y/n was greeted with a slap to her ass. It shut her right up because she was so shocked.
“Did you…did you just spank me!?”
“If you want to act like a bad girl, you get treated like one.”
The anger in her step-mom’s eyes was boiling over. Y/n has never seen her like this and for the first time she was actually scared of her step-mom.
Margot was imaging Y/n at that party she was probably at and slutting herself out for whatever person would give her attention. She assumed that Y/n was like some of these other college-aged girls in the neighborhood that would bat her eyes as her husband. Margot was such a hypocrite because she was one of those girls before, but she’s not going to allow her step-daughter to act like that. She won’t let her use those pretty lips to get off some guy who doesn’t really like her. Margot roughly grabs Y/n’s jaw to observe her face. The make-up around her eyes is a little bit smudged and remnants of lipgloss are on her lips. Of course it could be from sweating and drinking at the party, but Margot assumes from Y/n’s behavior that her step-daughter was doing something she shouldn’t. She’s a little bit envious, even though she shouldn’t be. But, her step-daughter is just so pretty and she can’t decide whether she wants to be her or the person she hooked-up with tonight.
“C’mon.”
Margot keeps her hand on Y/n’s jaw as she guides her up the stairs. Neither of them cared about how the stairs creaked because Y/n’s father was a heavy sleeper. Y/n wondered what Margot was going to do to her. Her ass still stung from the heavy slap her step-mom delivered to her ass.
They make it to Y/n’s room and Margot pushes her on the bed. Y/n is in a little bit of a daze since everything has happened so fast.
“If I see you moved one inch when I come back, I’m going to make sure your ass stings so bad that you won’t be able to sit down for a whole day,” she warned. She was seething as she scolded Y/n with her finger. Y/n felt like a kid again and it wasn’t fair how she was being treated. She crosses her arms and looks away from where her step-mom once stood. As much as she’s fearful, she is curious about what's going to happen. She doesn’t even know if she’s going to be punished or not. If Margot comes back with her father then Y/n can say goodbye to having a fun gap year.
But Margot comes back by herself. Y/n is dumbfounded because it seems that she seemingly left for nothing.
“Look, can we just pretend this never happened? I promise I won’t sneak out again,” Y/n began to bargain with her. It was nearing 2 am and she just wanted to go to bed.
“Don’t try to get out of your punishment,” she lifts up her nightgown and much to Y/n’s surprise, Margot is wearing a strap-on. She blinks a few times to make sure she’s not dreaming or imagining things. Shock colors her face which almost makes it hard to speak, but makes her step-mother happy.
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a part of your punishment. If you want to go around acting like a slut then I’ll treat you like one.”
Maybe getting grounded as a 21 year old would have been better than this. It seems like she’s stuck in some weird porno scenario.
"Does my dad know you have that?" Y/n use the only opportunity she may have to taunt her step-mother. She shoots back a look that is almost as dangerous as the one Margot gives her, but not quite
"Shut up," Margot replies, not taking the bait, “you act like such a brat, but I know how to tame brats like you.” Begging for forgiveness isn’t going to be enough, nor is trying to intimidate her going to work on Margot. “Open up, baby.”
Y/n looks at her one last time. She thought the puppy eyes she gave her dad just might work on Margot, but it doesn’t. She has no choice but to part her lips and grab the cock in her hand. It’s thick and pretty long in length; it’s surely bigger than anything she’s had in her before. Her heart was beginning to race as she eyed it. Margot noticed how she was taking her time instead of getting to work like she told her to.
“What’s wrong? Too big for that dirty mouth of yours?” The small on her face is devilish.
Y/n shakes her head. She’s on the verge of completely giving up as the fight in her escapes her. Her cheeks were warm and the embarrassment of it almost moved her to tears. She wanted to cry from frustration but she wasn’t going to let her step-mom see the tears fall down her face.
Margot can’t help but think about how cute her step-daughter looks when her spoiled brat attitude is gone. She looks up at her with those big eyes, pleading with her step-mom not to punish her too severely. Margot can feel the resistance melting away.
“Don’t be shy. Be a good girl and I won’t punish that pussy as much as I plan to do.”
Margot strokes her face but it is the least reassuring thing in the world. She swallows hard as she guides the cock to her mouth. She was acting so shy yet she took the size of the cock in her mouth with ease. Her eyes shut tightly as she relaxed her jaw so she could deep throat it. “Such a good girl,” Margot coos at the sight of her step-daughter making the cock disappear from her sight. She pats her head like she’s proud of her but she wants to see her make a mess. She thrusts her hips so it hits the back of Y/n’s throat and she gags on it. “Yea…that’s it little princess,” she says through gritted teeth. She’s enjoying the sight too much and Margot remembers how much she missed taming brats like Y/n. She never thought she would have the opportunity to put Y/n in her place; at least not like this.
Y/n is trying not to choke on the cock in her mouth. It tickles the back of her throat but she relaxes again so she doesn’t embarrass herself any further. This is an already embarrassing situation but she may be able to save face if she can prove that she knows what she’s doing. She’s sucked plenty of cocks before, real and fake, so she’s not an amateur, but the size of this cock is intimidating. It stretches her mouth wide and completely stuffs her mouth. She lets the tears that were once welling in her eyes to slide down her cheeks. Her make-up was probably running down her face and she most likely looks like a mess.
“Bob your head up and down on it. Show me how you treat your little boy toys.”
Margot’s taunting was making her pussy wet. This was one hell of a way to discover that she likes to be bossed around in bed. She began to move her head up and down, sucking on it like all of the cocks she’s done before. Her tongue slides against the underside of the cock as she tries to get it as wet as possible. She knows that Margot is going to fuck her, and as much as her cunt drips with arousal, it’s going to be a tight fit.
The more she bobs her head on it, the wetter her mouth gets. She gets all worked up sucking her step-mother’s cock. She could almost imagine that it was someone else, but once she heard her step-mom’s voice, she was brought back to reality.
“Attagirl…I knew you could put that mouth to good use. I wonder what it’s going to be like to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”
Margot was going to lose her mind seeing such a hot sight. Under that bratty act is something a little more sweet and innocent. It only took Margot threatening to snitch to her father and Y/n was buckling to what Margot told her to do.
Her saliva was beginning to seep out of her mouth and cling to her chin as she picked up the pace on bobbing her head on the cock. Margot feels so damn powerful watching her begin to actually try. Every time she gagged she covered the cock with more of her spit which would serve as the lube for pussy. Although they may not even need any extra lube by the time Y/n is done sucking her cock because her arousal is clinging to her inner thighs by now.
“Such a good girl…you’re being such a good girl for me — I might have to reward you now.” Margot held that shiny promise in front of her face, but she wasn’t going to go easy on Y/n whatsoever. “I’m gonna treat that pretty pussy so good you’re not going to want to disobey me ever again.”
Margot pulled her hips back and let the cock fall out of Y/n’s mouth. She gasped for the air she was desperate for, not caring that she was looking like a mess anymore. Her eye make-up was down her face and her tinted gloss had faintly stained the cock.
“So pretty,” Margot says when she sees her puffy eyes and fucked up make-up. She was incredible with her handy work and the saliva now drying on Y/n’s chin. “Do you let those boys see you like this?”
Y/n shakes her head sheepishly. If she’s being honest, none of the boys’ she’s been with has been as big, nor have they made her gag on their cocks. It was a new thing for her.
“Do you want to say you’re sorry now for being a bitch?”
“I-I’m sorry,” Y/n says weekly. There is no use to begging for forgiveness because her punishment is far from over.
“Get on the bed for me and put your ass in the air.” Y/n moves without hesitance. Margot watches her as she reveals her backside to her step-mother. “I can’t decide if you’re a good girl for arching your back without me having to ask you to or if you’re just a slut — either way, you look ripe for the picking.”
Her tights have a rip in them which is perfect for Margot to rip them off. The sound of the material ripping apart fills the air and Y/n gasps. The tights were ruined anyway, but she was still in a state of shock. “Keep those hips up,” Margot warns as Y/n begins to sink into the bed a little bit. Y/n feels the colder air in the room on her ass and her sex when Margot pushes up her jean skirt and exposes her.
“Oh? No panties, huh? Did you lose them at the party or did you let that boy take them?”
Y/n didn’t even wear panties tonight. She thought she was going to get fucked, but only ended up giving a blow-job which she thought was a waste of her time. But she wasn’t completely wrong, she’s going to get fucked tonight.
Margot loves the sight of her sweet pussy. The last time she’s been with a woman was before her engagement and oh did she miss seeing a wet pussy waiting for her to use it. She pops two of her fingers in her mouth and covers them in her saliva before scissoring Y/n’s hot folds. Y/n whimpers at the soft touch to her pussy. She has been so frustrated after the guy she was with neglected her pleasure, so her pussy was already swollen in anticipation.
“So fucking perfect,” Margot coos. She grabs the girth of the cock and aims the head for Y/n’s pussy. She goes slowly as she sinks into Y/n’s waiting twat.
Y/n moans a little too loudly for Margot’s liking. Then she pushes herself up on her arms only to be pushed back down by Margot.
“Stay down,” Margot says forcefully. She’s rubs Y/n's messy, make-up stained face against a blanket on her bed while pushing the cock deeper into her sex.
Y/n’s moans are now muffled by the blanket. She can hardly breathe with her face forced down. But Margot can still her cries as she fills her to the hilt. It burns but it’s a delicious burn as it splits her open. It’s so big and she wishes she wasn’t so hesitant to cry out about how good it feels to be split open. She’s still embarrased that her step-mother is making her feel this way and fucking her better than anyone else she’s been with before. Her pussy is hot and tight around the cock inside of her and she can’t get enough of how it brushes against her sensitive cervix.
“Look at that pussy…it swallows my cock so well. You’re so fucking hot,” Margot coos. She knows that the cock is getting Y/n a good stretch; she can tell by the sound of moans despite them being obscured by the blanket her face is buried in. “This is what happens to brats who don’t listen to those in charge of them, they get their pussies used by someone who knows how to handle them.”
Y/n turns her head to the side, taking a deep breath before chanting, “I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl!”
It’s hard for her to talk when she’s stuffed full of cock. Both of them are beginning to not care about how loud Y/n is because Margot loves hearing her step-daughter try to save grace.
“Are you sure about that? You surely do sneak around like a little slut.” Margot grabs a handful of her ass and kneads it in her hand as she fucks into her pretty pussy faster. The fast pace of her actions caused Y/n’s arousal to coat the cock and drip onto her thighs when Margot pulled out.
Her pussy was adjusting to the size and Y/n was finding great pleasure in every movement. Her step-mom’s thighs were slapping against her ass and the sound of panting, muffled moans, and skin on skin filled the room. It’s more intoxicating than any alcohol Y/n has had in her life. She doesn’t want it to end, but she’d never admit that to her brooding step-mom.
“This pussy is mine, you here? Only I get to use it, not those losers guys you like to fuck instead. It’s mine and I get to use it when I want to, do you understand?” Margot grabs a handful of Y/n’s hair so she can force her face out of the blanket so she can hear her answer.
“Yes! It’s yours! My pussy is yours!”
Whether it’s true or not, or if this will be a regular occurrence, does not matter. It feels so good to get fucked like this, to the point where she is seeing stars. She wanted to feel like this all the time; to have her pussy stretched like she’s just a little sex toy. If anything Y/n has learned from her “punishment” it’s that she loves to be used.
“I’m gonna cum!”
Margot pushes her face back into the blanket and this time Y/n bites into it to hide her moans. She couldn’t control them anymore and they were getting louder and louder as Margot fucked her over the edge of pure pleasure. Her tears are soaked up by the blanket she has her face buried in.
“Of course you’re going to cum…all sluts get off on getting their cunts fucked like this.”
Margot’s punishing pace was almost painful, but that pain only added to Y/n’s pleasure. It sent shockwaves throughout her body each time the tip of the cock brushed against her sweet spot. Her mind was becoming spotty and all she could do was sob into the blanket. She felt absolutely degraded, and humiliated, but she was enjoying it every second of it. If step-mommy Margot wanted to make her her bitch every night of the week she would spread her legs and happily allow it. Y/n can feel herself changing just from getting fucked good.
“Show me how much of a slut you are for me and cum!” Margot gets off on the sight of Y/n’s tight pussy gripping the cock as it slides in and out of her with ease. The power surging through her was almost overwhelming. Her clit was grinding against the harness strapped to her and she just might cum along with her step-daughter. She’s certainly going to get off to this memory after she makes Y/n go to bed and leave her alone. She wanted this to be a punishment but Y/n is too much of a slut to see it as such. She was squirming underneath her touch with every thrust. “Such a good fucktoy for me.”
Margot reaches underneath her and all she does is brush her finger against Y/n’s clit and her whole body is jerking. Her mouth is freed from the blanket and she nearly screams out loud. “Shh, shh baby,” Margot warns her. The last thing they need is to get caught because Margot doesn’t intend on stopping and it would be a devastating sight to come across. Her hips snap into Y/n’s ass as she goes back for more of teasing Y/n’s clit. Y/n allows her to stroke her clit with her finger again. It’s just what she needs to finally cum on her step-mom’s cock. Margot began to still her hips but Y/n wasn’t having it. She began pushing her hips back on Margot’s cock. She wanted her to fuck her threw her orgasm so bad that she would do anything. Margot took notice of this and decided to tease her.
“That's it baby…keep working for your orgasm like a good girl.”
Y/n’s thrust was getting sloppier, and sloppier as impaling herself on the cock had become harder the more sensitive her pussy got. Eventually she stilled, pulled her face out of the blanket, and just whimpered. Her limbs felt jelly and were going to give away.
Margot slowly pulls the cock out of Y/n’s pussy and it’s covered in her mess. Margot would make her lick it off, but she can see that Y/n is completely spent. She may have been mean to her this whole time, but Margot isn’t that much of an evil step-mother.
Y/n’s juices begin to dry on her thighs as Margot admires her handy work. Her pussy was thoroughly used. She takes a second to spread Y/n’s ass cheeks and look at her stretched out hole. She spits on it and Y/n whimpers when she feels it run down her cunt. Margot was tempted to get back in that pussy but it was getting too late. If only she had one of those cumming strap-ons and she could’ve come in Y/n’s pussy. Just the thought of cum seeping out of her was mouthwatering, so Margot can’t even fathom to imagine how it would make her feel if it was reality.
Margot was ready to go to bed as she was exhausted herself. Just in case she would never have an opportunity again, she nudges Y/n to roll over onto her back so she can see her pretty face before she goes to bed. The make-up she once had on her face was completely wiped off and her eyes were red from tears. Margot ran her thumb across her cheek in a loving motion.
“You promise to not sneak in again?”
“Yes,” Y/n responds tiredly. Margot has this taunting smile on her face as she receives the answer she wants to hear.
“Promise not to lie to me ever again?”
“Yes.”
“Promise to be a good girl for me?”
Y/n’s nods her head as her voice gives out on her. She’s certain she won’t have a voice tomorrow morning.
Margot looks at her completely satisfied. Not only did she finally put her bitchy step-daughter in place, but she got to have some fun in the process. When her husband starts wondering why Y/n has been acting a little bit more kinder to the step-mom she has loved to disobey, she’ll just say something cliché; like they had a heart-to-heart or something along those lines.
“Your father hears nothing about this.”
Y/n nods her head absentmindedly as Margot stalks out of her bedroom. Her mind is still completely broken from getting fucked so hard. She’s cock-drunk and the touch of Margot’s body felt like a lingering ghost. She’s in awe at how she was handled like a slut. Maybe she needs to get caught sneaking out more often…
This with Jihyo & Momo would be so hot!! Also adding Jihyo wrapping her hand dominantly around reader’s neck as she thrusts!! https://www.redgifs.com/watch/meekquirkygermanspaniel
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Twice Jihyo/Momo/Reader
Summary: You go home with two women who caught your eye across the club. WC: 0.6k WORDS.
Content: 2nd POV. Hook-up/one night stand, established relationship (Jihyo and Momo), teasing, strap-on sex, oral sex (reader receiving), choking, D/s elements. Not proofread! NSFW LINK (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
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The two spotted you in the crowd, body to body with other club-goers. You danced with a sense of freedom, moving your body sensually, and they couldn't help but think about how your body would moved pressed against theirs. When your eyes met theirs from nearly across the room, you knew you'd be going home with them tonight.
They were rough with you, especially the woman you learned was Jihyo. You could see it in her eyes that she was a spitfire. Her eyes scanned you up and down, taking in the sight of your exposed legs in your short dress. You have dealt with many women like her before, so you knew what to expect, but it was her girlfriend Momo who surprised you. A couple has never propositioned you for a threesome before, but the energy was so electric you had to just say 'fuck it' and indulge in a little for the night. Momo was so handsy with you. For such a sweet face, she was really eager in touching your bare skin and most sensitive parts of your body.
Jihyo is one who takes her time. She watches her girlfriend plays with you while she takes her time. A few caresses here and there don't go unnoticed, but she's mostly an observer on purpose. She watches the heat build and how you become some restless from Momo sucking on your neck while she's rubbing her fingers against your wet folds. Jihyo felt herself getting wound up and knew she couldn't resist for much longer. She knows that the 7 inch purple strap she has will make you scream and she wants to hear it.
Her hand wraps around your neck, constricting your breathing slightly at the very moment she pushes into you. You let out a long, strained moan of pleasure. Slight discomfort mixes deliciously with the pleasure that shoots through you the moment you feel the ridges against your walls. She thrusts in slowly so you can feel it all until she is deep inside of you.
"Holy shit," you groan.
Jihyo's grip gets tighter on your neck as her pace quickens. The pleasure is very intense, but you're nearly on the verge of cumming when you feel Momo's tongue on your cunt. She slides the tip of her tongue teasingly against your folds, sometimes even sliding against the strap that is covered in your cream. You're moaning so loudly that it's nearly embarrassing. Jihyo keeps her hand on your neck, but moves the other against your mouth, muffling your moans.
"Listen to how wet that pussy is," her seductive tone makes you shiver.
The sound you're forced to listen to gives you goosebumps. You're pussy squelches loudly as you cream all around the strap massaging your walls. Pair that with the sound of Momo's mouth smacking against your cunt and you feel like you're in a porn.
"You like that? You're creaming so much on me baby."
You like the praise, it makes you feel like you're on a high. Their touch and attention is spoiling you, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as the couple make it their goal to pleasure you. You love how rough Jihyo is with her touch, her hand on your neck tightening just right as she pounds into you. The pleasure is overwhelming and builds until your cumming hard on the strap. Your cums flows out of you, down your slick folds and into Momo's mouth. Her tongue presses flatly against your clit, feeling it pulse against her tongue until she's moaning from the sensation.
“Fuck!”
You whine and take in a deep breath when Jihyo frees you from the tight grip on your neck. A second wave of pleasure somehow flows through you the moment the oxygen fills your lungs. It’s the greatest feeling ever, you don’t think you’ve felt ecstacy like this in your entire life.
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Pairing: Selena Gomez/Older!Reader
Summary: AU! Selena is back home from college for the Summer, and she has a new neighbor who is making her insides turn. wc: 5.7k
Content: 3rd POV. Set in a different era, infidelity, older woman/younger woman, vouyerism, oral sex. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: My personal life has been slightly chaotic so I was really disconnected from writing/tumblr in general. Trying to dip my toe back in by posting an old story from 2018. Shout out to the anon who gave me the idea :) Enjoy!
In typical fashion, Selena woke-up around noon. Her post-sleep haze matches the feeling of waking up on a hot, summer day like this one. The air was thick and the outside light brightens her room. Ahead of her is a day of just lounging, just like she has done for the last two months. She was back home from college for break, and her mother was understanding of that. But, it annoys her to see her daughter slink out of her room well past one p.m. when she could be helping around the house or in the garden. But, she said nothing to her and just let her be lazy. Until the new neighbors moved in.
Of course her overzealous mother had befriended their new neighbors within a few short hours. Selena just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when her mother spots her. The enthusiasm in her mother's voice when she called her outside worried her.
"Selena, this is Maggie! Maggie, this is my daughter Selena. She's goes to school at Berkeley, but trust that she knows this town like the back of her hand! She'll show you all the fun spots around town."
Wait. What?
Selena realizes she must be making a face because her mom shoots her infamous 'be nice' glare. She doesn't know how or when she became responsible for this girl, but it surely ruins the rest of her Summer plans.
"Well, I'm gonna leave you two to get acquainted. I'll be inside helping Mrs. Y/L/N!"
Her mom trots away and Selena stands there in front of Maggie in awkward silence.
"So, Selly - oh, s it okay if I call you that? I give everyone nicknames! Anyway-"
Selena tunes the girl out as she talks about God knows what. Selena was no pessimist, but this girl's excitable nature is too much for her to handle. While Maggie's runs off at the mouth, oblivious to the fact that Selena is not paying attention, she stares her up and down. She was short and sorta frumpy, but what stood out about her was that she's draped in a tacky floral fabric. She proudly adorns a bad Debbie Harry hairdo and bold blue eyeshadow and rosy cheeks. The teenage losers in this town were bound to chew her up and spit her out. And, it's very obvious she can't take a hint to when someone wants her to shut up.
"Ok, ok, ok," Selena interrupts. Maggie finally shuts up and looks up at her with her big doe eyes. This girl is so innocent, Selena almost feels bad. Almost.
"This town is practically dead, and there are few good places to go. This tour, or whatever it is, won't last long."
"Oh, that's fine! I just want to go to the roller rink!"
Selena almost wants to laugh. She hasn't been to the roller rink since high school when it was her stomping grounds.
"No way. I haven't stepped foot in that place since I was 17. I'm damn near 20. I do not want to spend my night around horny 14 year olds."
Maggie's eyes widen at Selena's scandalous language which cause her to roll her eyes.
"Selly please! If they see me with you, someone mature and pretty, they'll think I'm cool!"
The girl clasps her hands together and presses up against Selena. She didn't think the girl's eyes could get any softer, but oh was she wrong.
In her head, her own memories of that roller rink as a teenager looking for fun come flooding in. Those nights of gossiping, laughing, kissing, and dancing to music were some of the best nights she's ever experienced. Maybe if Maggie gets a taste, she'll leave Selena alone.
"Fine," her stoic attitude doesn't stop Maggie from jumping up and down like a child. "Friday, seven o'clock. I'll come and get you."
Selena turns around to walk back to her house, but Maggie engulfing her in a huge hug from behind stops her in her tracks.
"Thank you Selly!"
-
It felt like the longest day of year watching the day turnover into night.
After the encounter with Maggie, Selena hid away in her room, so her mother wouldn't get anymore big ideas. Lucky for her, her parents turned in early for the night. With her father picking up extra hours and her mother slaving away in the garden, they're not as vigilante as they were when she was in high school. This gave her freedom to go to their attic. She tiptoes out of her room and up the creaky stairs that lead to the attic door. She's careful not to let the old door squeak too much just in case one of her parents decide to get up.
Selena never understood why her parents were so adamant about no one being allowed up here. It was just dusty, filled with cobwebs, old furniture, and her parent's records. Boxes of old family photos stack on top of each other and there are some relics stored in the corners. Selena had snuck friends and boys in here plenty of times and she never understood her parent's secrecy.
She starts thumbing through the records looking for her dad's Seal and Croft album that was slowly becoming the soundtrack of her boring Summer. Dropping the needle and hearing the first notes of the record was her current obsession.
Dim moonlight comes through the dusty room providing her with enough light to see. She moves over to the window to crack it open and get some air, but a lit-up room caught her attention. She was so used to the house, now occupied by Maggie and her family, being empty that the light stood out like a sore thumb.
There were no curtains to block the view of inside the room. From the attic, Selena was able to peer down into the room and could see whoever was walking around the room perfectly. Despite the person being on the second floor and Selena being on the top, she hides herself like a small child who still wanted to sneak a peak at something.
The person in the room was obviously a woman. It wasn't Maggie based on the hair color. The woman looked pretty young, but Maggie nor Selena's mom mentioned an older sister, cousin, or any other girl staying there. It has to be Maggie's mother. Maggie had to get her looks from her father because this woman looks like a supermodel; like the older girls Selena sees on campus. 'Maybe she was a teen mom' Selena thinks to herself.
The woman, Maggie's mother, walks back-and-forth, passing the window every time in nothing, but a towel. Selena was no voyeur, but she couldn't pull her eyes away. She flinched when she hears a man's voice thinking it's her father, but the voice came from the same room as Maggie's mother. It must be Maggie's father. Selena can't make out what they're saying unfortunately. Not like anything other than Maggie's mother had her full attention. This woman was…a woman. Selena found many girls attractive, but this felt different. And, imagine her surprise when the woman starts to unwrap the towel from her body.
Her eyes widen watching the white cotton fall to the ground. It sent a jolt through her and lit up the area between her legs. Selena was no better than the high school boys she ragged on earlier; she's becoming hornier as he seconds roll on. Something compels her to touch herself. 'I'll be quick' she says in her head before eagerly shoving her hand in her pajama shorts. She leans back to turn the volume dial on the recorder player up just a bit. She rather her parents wake up to music instead of her moans.
Selena doesn't masturbate often because it's not hard for her to find a guy to get her off, but she loves an exciting situation. It's the thrill of risky sexual situations that she loves and chases after.
Her lack of skill in masturbating shows in how she touches herself: fast and without any rhythm. Her hands move sloppily against hands while watching her new neighbor in the nude. Her breast move as she wanders around the room and her pert nipples look so soft. Even though her underwear is still on, her ass looks do supple and round, Selena just wants to sink her teeth into the flesh.
Selena grinds hard against her hand to work for her orgasm. Her cries out lowly. She doesn't know this woman's name and she can't remember what her mom had referred to her as. So, she settles for 'baby'. She repeats the pet name over and over again until it goes from long cries to short whimpers. She rubs a finger up and down her slit, teasing herself. Watching the woman do something so simple like moving around her room topless. But, it turns her on so much seeing her half-naked and how her panties barely contain her booty.
She begins to finger her wet pussy. She finally felt full, a feeling she has not felt all Summer. She imagines its Maggie's mom instead of her own hand. An experienced woman would know, or at least should know, how to pleasure her. Would the woman be soft and gentle with her pussy? Or would she be more domineering and make Selena do things she never dreamt of doing. The question turned her insides to fire.
While keeping her pace rough and sloppy, Selena's hips buck and with each thrust her finger goes deeper and deeper inside of her. Her warm walls grip around the finger invading her pussy. Selena is secretly impressed with herself that she is able to suppress her moans.
When she finally cums, she cums hard. Harder than she's had in a while. Her pussy is so red and swollen from being turned out, and from practically beating her pussy up. She was in such a rush that she had forgotten that she was spying on Maggie's mother. When she opened her eyes the bedroom light was no longer on and someone had drawn the blinds. With a huff, Selena musters up the energy to compose herself, shuts off the record player, and retreat back to her room.
-
Time ticks along, and it's finally Friday. The last two days have been odd for Selena. Ever since her indirect contact with her neighbor, she's all Selena can think about. She's even had a dream or two about the woman. She feels like such a pervert when she'd remember how she came all over her hand watching Maggie's mom undress. Selena wants her so, so bad. Some of this eagerness and want prompts her to go next door for her chance to finally see the woman face to face. Selena skips explaining where she's going to her mom and makes a beeline to Maggie's. To her dismay, Maggie is the one to open the door when she knocks.
"Selena! You're here early!"
The slight scowl on Selena's face didn't deter Maggie. In her mind Selena showing up early meant she was just as excited as she was. When Maggie makes her comment, Selena realizes she is send the girl the wrong signals. But, Selena isn't completely heartless. If this girl really believed Selena was her friend, then Selena will go along with it. Especially since her mother is so hot.
"I'm all ready! Let's go!"
Maggie begins to shut her front door. "Wait!" Selena's impulse makes her say. Maggie is confused at the interjection.
"Um, is your mom home?"
"Not right now. Why?"
"Uh, well…my mom needs me to ask her something," Selena comes up with a lie quickly. She felt like there was a little devil on her shoulder making her impulse levels rise. She's done embarrassing things for crushes, but this wasn't some random college boy she seen on campus; this was her annoying neighbor's mom who was nearly 25 years older than here. "It's nothing important though," she continues. "Let's go."
-
They arrive at the roller rink and to Selena's surprise, within five minutes, Maggie slinks away with a group of guys and girls that look a few years too old to hang around with her. But, Selena isn't one to talk seeing as she would date guys who were way too old for her in high school (and, she still does, if she's being honest with herself).
It's hard to admit, but Selena feels a bit like a loner. Most of the kids were out of her age range, or everyone was with their group of friends. Even Maggie with her unbearable ways found people to waste a Friday night with.
About an hour into the night, Selena was ready to go. She just sat there alone at a booth in the food court messing around with her french fries that were slowly becoming cold. She wants to find Maggie and just leave already. She gets up and walks towards the entrance, but not before rolling her eyes at two high school kids making out.
Selena stands in the lobby. Kids and teens rush around her and move without a care in the world. But, in the group of kids she still doesn't spot Maggie. She scans the place, but with all the people here it'd be nearly impossible to spot her. Then she gets a hunch that she's out back at "the spot." It might not even be a thing anymore, but it takes a while for traditions to die out. And, to her surprise, Selena was right. Maggie was there with her new friends, leaning against the wall with some guy's arm draped over her.
"Maggie!"
Selena catches the attention of the entire group. Selena didn't recognize not one of the faces she was with including the guy Maggie was all over. She guesses they were in high school by the time Selena had graduated. Maggie's face lights up when she sees her.
"Ooh, Selena come here! Come meet my friends!"
"No, Maggie it's time to go."
"Come on, it's not even 8:30 yet," one of her new friends interject. Selena ignores the girl, and walks closer to the blonde," she says sternly. Maggie's smile starts to fade away, and the guy she's with doesn't taking a liking to that.
"Hey, you doesn't have to go-"
"Shut up," Selena shuts the boy down. Selena watches the look on Maggie's turn into a frown, and that little angel on her shoulder starts to feel guilty.
"If you're not home by nine, I'll have your ass, Maggie," Selena scolding the girl reminds her of her own mom. The blonde sobers up and nods her head understandingly. Selena turns around and heads towards her house. As she walks away she can hear giggles coming from the group of teens.
-
It's well past ten o'clock now, and no word from Maggie. The static of the tv rings in Selena's ears while she stares up at the ceiling. She decides it'd be best to see if Maggie made it home so her mom won't chew her out.
The front porch light is on at her neighbor's house. Someone is at home, but Selena has a feeling it's not Maggie. She works up the courage to go knock on the wooden door. Selena feels: one part wants Maggie's mom to open up the door, but another part of her wants the annoying blonde to be the one behind it.
Selena hears rustling behind the door, and a muffled voice.
She opens the door.
"Oh, Hi. Can I help you?"
Her voice falls so sweetly on Selena's ears. Of course she'd have an angelic voice.
"Hi, um- I'm just seeing if Maggie made it home. I'm Selena, the neighbor." Selena stammers through her entire sentence and she's mentally hitting herself over the head. The woman's eyes light up when she realizes who this girl at her door is. "Oh Selena! I've heard so much about you!" Selena's heart flutters like a school girl with a huge crush on the boy in her class. Instantly she figures out where Maggie gets so much pep. The way the talk is eerily similar, even the small inflections are the same. But, Selena finds it more endearing than annoying when it comes to this attractive woman.
In response to her, Selena just gives a weak smile.
"Maggie isn't home yet, but she'll probably be back soon. You can come in and wait for her if you want!"
She nods her head eagerly. She couldn't care less about if Maggie made it home on time, but any opportunity to be around her mother was something she was going to take advantage of. The woman steps aside for Selena to walk past her. Selena steps into the foyer of their house. The moment she steps in, the house feels so welcoming and warm. It even smells like someone had just baked fresh cookies.
"You can have a seat on the couch, I will get you something to drink."
A part of her feels like she intruding (especially after what she did the other night), but it's enticing for Selena to stay. She sits awkwardly on the couch and waits. "Here you go!" A voice interrupts her thoughts. Selena takes the glass, of what she assumes is lemonade and, returns the smile.
"Thank you Mrs.-" Y/n's voice interrupts Selena before she can drown in the embarrassment for not knowing her neighbor's last name. "You don't have to be formal with me sweetheart. Just call me Y/n."
Selena doesn't know what makes her melt more, the pet name Y/n just called her or learning her name. Y/n. It's such a beautiful name and it's suits her beauty even more. Selena says it a few times in her head and thinks about how sweetly it'd roll of her tongue when she's thinking about her later.
"Your mom tells me that you go to school in Berkeley! You must be really smart, that's a tough school to get into. My Maggie wants to go to a school in Nebraska," she takes a moment to sigh and shake her head. "That girl is something else, but she doesn't cause much trouble so I am grateful for her." Selena just nods and feels a bit stupid she doesn't have anything to respond to that with. But, luckily Maggie's mom, Y/n, changes the topic. And, does she have a mouth on her. She brings up the most random topics, but Selena doesn't mind at all. In fact, she loves it; loves hearing this woman talk mindlessly because it allows her to drift off into the dirty thoughts she is having about her. Her face grows hot at thought of Y/n using her mouth on her.
When Y/n stops talking Selena instantly notices.
"Hmm, it's 9:14. Maggie never stays out this late. Did she meet someone?"
Selena contemplates whether to tell Y/n that Maggie was with a group of people, and that group included a boy who was all over her. She can think of many times in high school where her friends have saved her ass and lied for her when she was with a boy. Selena may not particularly like Maggie, but someone has to have her back.
"She was. Some random girls, I'm not entirely too sure who they were. I think one might have been the little sister of my old classmate," Selena lies perfectly.
"They probably met some boys and forgot the time. I know how girls are. I remember my teen years sneaking around," she lets out a lighthearted laugh. Selena infatuation grows finding out at how lax Y/n is. She's almost jealous of Maggie and wishes her mom was this realistic about things instead of being so harsh about boys (which caused Selena to sneak around for years). "You're probably right. The skating rink is kind of a hook-up spot," Selena finally contributes to the conversation. She feels less tense, even though some dirty thoughts are still lingering in her head, Y/n makes her feel so comfortable. "It seems boys and Maggie don't mix. She's very awkward," Y/n admits. "I bet you have luck with boys. You should help Maggie out and give her some advice." Selena can feel her face go red. "I don't know. I think she'll be fine. She doesn't attract the type of guys I attract, so she should be fine."
Y/n just smiles sweetly.
"You know at your age, I had a girlfriend."
Selena's eyes are probably wide as saucers. Y/n just dropped that bomb so casually.
"It was a secret of course," she adds.
"Wow…wow, that's…crazy?" Selena isn't sure how to respond at the revelation. "She was my best friend. It was a fling, and it ended our friendship because I got with Maggie's father, but I don't regret it at all. Sometimes I miss it, I miss her. I love my husband, but a woman's touch is much different." Y/n's confession feels like something she should tell a diary or a close friend, not her neighbor's daughter. But, a part of her feels special that this woman is comfortable enough to confide in her about something that seems really personal. "Hopefully I'm not over-stepping, but have you ever been with a woman?" she asks. Selena musters up a response, "I've kissed a couple at parties, but that's it." Y/n moves closer to her on the already small couch. She raises her hand to cup Selena's face. "That surprising. Especially considering how pretty you are." She pulls her hand away. Selena still feels her hand against her skin.
In a lapse of judgement, Y/n leans forward and presses her lips against Selena's. The kiss is so soft and sweet. But, Y/n pulls away, the look on her face one of pure horror.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're too young and I'm your neighbor."
"No, it's okay."
Selena own words surprise her, but mentally says 'fuck it'. She wanted this so bad, and now she finally has it. She wants it. She needs it.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?'
Y/n just smiles and nods her head.
Selena returns the kiss. A jolt flies through her body. This was the most taboo thing she's ever done. She feels Y/n's arms wrap around her and the embrace of an older woman is so inviting. Her hands rub up and down Selena's back in such a sensual way. Their lips start to move together. Selena melts into Y/n. She feels safe and cared for, something she's never felt with previous hook-ups before.
Neither are sure who let the kiss get wild, but their tongues begin to crash into each other. They were getting sloppier by the minute. It was an exhilarating feeling for both, one who had never kissed like this and the other who hasn't been kissed like this in years. It was passionate and full of lust.
Y/n pulls away and rest her forehead against Selena's. They both pant from not having the stamina to keep up with the tumultuous kiss they just shared. Y/n's fingers dance around the hemline of Selena's skirt.
"Once I start, I'm not going to stop. I need you to make sure you're okay with this," Y/n's voice is deeper and the sweetness is gone; her tone is wrapped in desire. "Flash me your panties if you want me to touch you."
Selena leans back against the arm of the couch. She spreads her legs as wide as she can in her denim skirt, and that's good enough for Y/n. She licks her lips at the flash of her thin panties, and can't help but imagine what it looks like underneath. And, she gets to find out so soon. It's wrong, but exciting and the pouty Brunette is too enticing not to get a taste of.
"With everything your mom told me, you sounded like a good girl. But, you're just another little college-aged slut," her voice is stern, but still has that sweet tone to it. Their lips meet each other once again. The lust between them grows to a fever pitch, and Selena gropes Y/n's breast through her blouse. She's a little too handsy and rough, making it obvious she has never truly hooked up with a girl before. Y/n decides she's going to show her the ropes tonight.
Y/n breaks their kiss. Selena's lips are swollen and redder than normal. Y/n thinks she looks so cute there with that wild look in her eye and her hair a little mussed up.
"Unbutton my blouse," Y/n commands.
Selena undoes every button as fast as she can before Y/n's bare chest is exposed. While Selena stares absent-mindedly, Y/n starts to fiddle my with the bottom of Selena's shirt. She gets the soft cotton over her head, and off her body. It gets tossed to some random spot in the room. Selena unhooks the bra before Y/n can do so and now they're both topless. Y/n gently caresses Selena's breast before embracing her again and kissing her. Their bare bodies press against each other, breast to breast. The way their nipples poke each other is so teasing for both.
Selena goes from Y/n's lips and straight to her neck, peppering her sensitive skin with sweet kisses. The older woman hums delight. Her breath hitches when Selena runs her tongue across her flesh. Her wandering tongue travels down to her needy breast. Selena's tongue glides over the taut nipple. She sucks on her nipple like a greedy child. Her hand kneads the other breast, giving it the attention it craved. "So naughty," Y/n breathes out. She runs her hand through Selena's locks.
As much as she wants Selena to keep going, Y/n wants to pleasure her too.
"Lie on your back."
Selena hesitantly pulls away from Y/n, but listens to her command. When she gets into position, she spreads her legs out for Y/n. Y/n hikes her skirt up so it's around her waist. There is a visible wet spot on Selena's panties.
"This is turning you on, huh? Such a sweet little slut. You have such a nice body."
Y/n slides her hand across Selena's smooth skin and feels her up. "I want you so bad. Please touch me," Selena whines desperately. Selena the edge of her panties and pulls them to the side, showing Y/n a bit of her pussy. She was glistening and swollen from being so turned on. "You sure are a bossy, naughty girl," Y/n laughs.
She slowly slides a finger into Selena's pussy. It's just one, but the relief blows Selena's mind. Her pussy was so receptive to just one finger, so Y/n slides in two more. Selena feels full with those three delicate fingers inside of her. Her walls wrap around them as they move in her. Y/n was sort of surprised out how Selena's pussy was flowing with arousal. Y/n smiles when she hears Selena start to moan. The girl doesn't try to hide them at all as she confidently cries out.
The taboo nature of this turns Y/n on. She was cheating on her husband, but not just with some random man. She was fingering her new neighbor's young daughter. Y/n withdraws her fingers from Selena's pussy and sticks them in her mouth, tasting her sweet nectar. "You're still soaking. Looks like I need to clean that pussy of yours up." Soon, the panties come off and the cool air hits Selena's clit, giving it some relief. Y/n bends down her places her face right near Selena's pussy. She kisses each inner thigh, and her pussy lips. Finally, her lips land right on Selena's clit. Her lips barely touched her, but because of how sensitive she is, Selena could feel it all. "Yessssssss," Selena draws out in great satisfaction.
"I bet your little boyfriends take care of you like this. They don't care about your pleasure like I do."
"They Don't! They Don't!" Selena yells out in passion.
Her tongue slides against Selena's clit making her moan at that contact. Her mind was melting at the incredible pleasure. The ministrations of her tongue was better than anything Selena had felt before, even orgasms she's had before. So, in the back of her mind she wonders how she's going to survive when she actually cums all over this woman's tongue. Seeing Y/n's beautiful face between her legs and working her pussy makes her heart drop. Y/n eats her pussy like a delicious fruit. She wraps her lips around the girl's swollen bud and sucks with fervor. Her fingers grip the flesh of her hips; her fingers will leave fresh imprints for the next day. Selena wants to grind herself against Y/n's face, but can't because the woman is holding her in place. Her hands go from Y/n's hair and to her own breast.
Y/n pulls her mouth away to inspect Selena's pussy. She licks her lips at the sight of her messy pussy. After taking a hand off of Selena's hip, she uses two of her fingers to spread her folds apart. Her sticky folds are wet with her own juices and Y/n's slobber. It's so sexy to watch how them come apart. Selena's pussy is engorged with pleasure and the soft flesh has gone from a pretty pink color to scarlet. Her finger outlines her dripping slit before applying pressure to her clit. A haze of exhilaration falls over Selena when Y/n kisses her clit again. She spreads her legs even wider this time when Y/n starts to suck on her little pussy again. Y/n laps hungrily at her. It seems as if Y/n is getting just as much pleasure out of this as Selena is. Y/n truly missed the taste of pussy and how it felt to have a beautiful girl in her mouth.
Between half-shut eyes, Selena can see Y/n looking up at her. Looking at her intently. Her tongue applies more pressure to her clit and those beautiful moans fall on her ears. Their deviant noises mix and echo throughout the room. She hums against Selena's clit and the vibrations sends a chill up her spine. "Please keep eating my pussy," she begs. Y/n's hands find their way back to Selena's hip and she pulls her pussy closer to her mouth.
"Oh god, Y/n, it feels so good!" Selena chokes out. "I've never felt like before. You make me feel so good," she continues with passion.
Selena's back arches as a searing bubble in her belly is about to burst. She's seeing stars and feels like she's floating on a cloud. She shuts her eyes tight to brace herself.
She never thought she'd experience the cliché "wave of pleasure," but there is no other way to describe the orgasm that hits her like a freight train. She can no longer hold herself together. Her hands flail around, but she's in too deep to even be embarrassed. Her body contracts with every spasm and Y/n can feel her shaking against her mouth. Her chest feels so tight and she ceases to breathe for a few seconds that feel like an eternity. Goosebumps raise up and down her arms and her skin tingles.
Oxygen finally fills her lungs again. Her limbs feel gangly as she comes down from the intense high. "Y/n," she says breathlessly. Selena's body feels numb and she doesn't even feel Y/n clean up the sticky mess between her legs with little licks.
Y/n wraps her arms around Selena's waist and rests her head on her lower stomach.
They lay there for a few more minutes before Y/n unwraps herself and sits up. She's half-ashamed, half-aroused. Maybe in the morning she'll be regretful, but at the moment, she's not.
Selena sits up with the energy she does have and leans on Y/n.
"That was better than I imagined." The comment causes Y/n to raise her brow.
"Better than you imagined?"
"It's a long story," Selena explains still embarrassed about the fact that she masturbated to Y/n without her knowing. It's silly for her to still feel like that especially since she just ate her out.
Selena gets up from the couch and starts looking for her shirt and panties to avoid any chance of an awkward silence forming.
"I should probably go. Maggie, or your husband, might come back soon."
"You can stay here if you want. In the morning I will tell your mom you and Maggie had a sleepover."
Selena can't say no. She simply nods her head at the proposition and Y/n smiles. Selena dresses herself and tries to fix her hair a bit in the little mirror on the wall before joining Y/n on the couch again. Y/n can't help, but to wrap around her arms around the cute girl again. Selena is sort of surprised at her affection, but returns it and wraps her arms around her too. Y/n is still topless and Selena can feel her bare breast through her t-shirt.
They cuddle each other on the small couch until Selena realizes Y/n has fallen asleep. The low purring of her breathing and the rise and fall of chest is soothing and Selena herself almost falls asleep. But, knowing what would happen if they someone were to catch them like that, Selena gets up, finds a blanket, and covers Y/n up.
Selena sneaks out the house as quietly and quickly as she can. And, as if she wasn't having a stroke of luck that night, the moment she gets back to her house, a car pulls up and out comes Maggie without a care in the world. Selena rolls her eyes, but can't judge the blonde.
Tonight has cracked open a whole new world for Selena. She's not going to look at her neighbor the same way, and won't even be able to look at Maggie the same. In the middle of the night she starts to even wonder if she wants to date or fuck another man again. No one before has made her feel the way the older, beautiful woman next door made her feel. And, no one ever will again.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Selena Gomez/Older!Reader
Summary: AU! Selena comes home for another break and just has to see her favorite neighbor on the block while she's back. wc: 4.7k
Content: 3rd POV. Set in a different era, infidelity, older woman/younger woman, mommy kink. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
READ PART ONE HERE
It feels weird to be back in this town again. It's been a year since she's been here when the sun was hot and beaming down on everything.
It's her second college summer break, but it was her first school year of not coming home from break. She spent her breaks with friends at their family vacation homes. Selena's mom was upset her daughter wasn't coming home for break, but she knew Selena wanted that. Selena expected it to feel drastically different than the summer breaks she has had in high school since she had her first "adult year" of college. She used to swear up and down to her friends in high school that college was a totally different experience and once you go away you totally change, she knew because she used to eavesdrop on the girls at the mall who were on their summer college breaks. Selena wasn't completely wrong, but when she stepped foot out of the car, everything she felt the day she left this town came rushing back. She tried not to dread it and be pessimistic, but this town has nothing to offer her besides her mother.
"Cheer up babe. This summer is going to be fun."
Andrew.
Selena started seeing him in November after bumping into him after an event her sorority put on. He was instantly enamored with her. Selena found him cute. However, if she's being honest she doesn't like him as much as he likes her. He was just one of the only people she genuinely liked to talk to because he wasn't as superficial as some of the other fraternity guys. He also wasn't a hardcore party person. Some facets of his personality reminded her of some high school friends. She needed that reminder of normalcy.
He kisses her cheek before going to pop the trunk. At the sound of his car pulling up and doors opening, Selena's mom came barreling out the front door with a huge smile on her face.
"Selena!"
Her mom's arms wrap around her to give her a too-tight hug.
"My baby, I missed you!" She pulls away to get a good look at her daughter; her hair is longer and her face is fuller. Then her eyes go to the boy holding two boxes stacked on each other.
"And you! You must be Andrew, I heard so much about you!"
Selena blushes at her mom's confession. Selena only told her mom about her new boyfriend only a handful of times. Of course her mother pried and asked about him every time they talked on the photo. Selena saved the details for this eventual meeting.
"Hello Mrs. Gomez! Selena didn't tell me how young you looked. If I didn't know better I would've assumed you were her sister!"
Selena's mother giggles like a schoolgirl.
"Oh stop it!"
Selena's mother walks to the trunk to grab some boxes to help them out. Selena rolls her eyes at her mom's back.
"You know you don't have to be corny," Selena says low enough that her mother doesn't hear.
"I know, but you said she makes really good cookies and if we butter her up she might make us some tonight." Selena chuckles at his explanation.
"Well you should save your compliments for my father, that's the person you really need to impress," Selena doesn't mean to make Andrew nervous, but her words do put him a little on edge. Selena goes to the trunk to help her mom. It takes about a good 15 minutes to get everything in the house. In the boxes is all of Selena's stuff that she had in her dorm. Her parents invited her and Andrew to stay with them for the Summer. Andrew lives in the town where they go to college so all he did was pack two bags, helped Selena pack up her dorm, and they were on their way to Selena's childhood home.
The two are unsure of what they're going to do for the Summer. Both could get Summer jobs or maybe they could get one, or both, of their parents to go half or foot the bill on a mini-vacation or road trip for the two. Selena can't imagine staying in this town everyday with nothing to do, especially with her boyfriend here. She doesn't want to subject him to the blasé people of this town or the long days that will be filled with nothing. The amount of things for them to do here are limited.
"Your father will be home at six; his hours have changed a little bit. I'll start dinner in an hour."
"We could help you Mrs. Gomez."
"That's sweet, but how about you two lovebirds go for a walk? Selena you should show him around!"
Selena cringes at the romantic language her mother uses. Andrew stifles a laugh knowing that if the roles were reversed, his mother would probably be embarrassing him in front of Selena.
"C'mon, lets go," Selena grabs Andrew's hand and she's leading him out the door.
From the way she talked about it, the town doesn't have much to show, but Andrew didn't feel that way. Of course it was no big city with a booming downtown, but it seems as if there are more things to do here than Selena let out.
"I'd apologize for my mother, but she's going to keep being like that so yea!"
"It's okay babe. I just want to make sure you're okay with everything and me being here for the entire Summer."
Andrew is so sweet, but he didn't listen. He checks in with Selena a lot, a little too often for her liking. He means very well, Selena is independent and sort of flighty, she's not used to someone like Andrew.
"Everything is fine Andy."
They come up on the roller rink. For a Saturday almost evening, it's pretty dead.
"That's the roller rink I use to always go to in high school. Usually it's infested with high school kids, but maybe they have a new hangout. I'll take you next Saturday and we can keep each other entertained by falling on our asses."
Andrew laughs out loud, attracting some looks from some of the people hanging outside of the entrance of the roller rink. Selena joins him, doubling the volume. They probably look like idiots right now laughing at their own joke that everyone around them is not clued into.
"C'mon let's head back for the grand dinner," Selena says sarcastically after their laughter dies down.
-
"So Andrew, what's your major?"
"I'm going to be an astrophysicist sir."
"Ooh, impressive and confident!"
For the last 30 minutes, Selena's parents have been swooning over her boyfriend. Andrew surely knows how to turn on the parental charm.
"Smart and a good head on your shoulders. You picked a good one Selena," her father says in her direction.
Selena feels like her boyfriend is on display and her parents are the spectators. She watches helplessly as they throw questions back to back at him. She feels bad because any situation where you meet the parents is awkward, but her parents are next level.
A moment of relief happens when there is a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Selena says quickly as she shoots up from her seat. Neither her parents nor Andrew interject to stop her, they just continue their own conversation.
As Selena walks away, The conversation coming from the dining room dies down. It's fairly late so she's on sure who could be knocking at her parents front door.
"Oh my god, Selly!"
The last person she wants to see, Maggie.
She expected the girl to forget about her, or at least change a little bit after going to high school in this town. But no the girl was still as bubbly as ever.
"Hi Maggie," Selena says rather awkwardly.
" your parents told me you were coming back but I didn't know how soon! We should totally hang out!"
Selena feigns a smile as she nods but then she quickly changes the subject.
"So, what do you need Maggie?"
"Oh I just need some sugar."
Something so simple but it's pretty late to be needing sugar. Selena resists the urge to roll her eyes and makes room for Maggie to slip into the house. Selena's parents notice the presence of another person and her mother peaks her head around the corner to see Maggie walking into their kitchen.
"Hi Maggie! How are you? How's the family?"
Selena figures so she's not around there's no reason for Maggie to come around and bother them. However Selena starts to become curious as to if her parents interact with Maggie's parents and in particular Maggie's father (mother). Selena starts to blush a little bit at the thought of him.
"We're fine! Thank you Mrs. Gomez. Who is this?" Maggie asks boldly after spotting Andrew at the dinner table.
"Oh this! This is Selena's boyfriend Andrew."
"Hi, I'm Andrew."
Selena is quickly by his side, annoyed that her mother was the one to put him in that situation. He was going to meet Maggie sooner or later of course she lives next-door however he wanted to explain her overbearing ways before he got a chance to meet her, just as a warning. Andrew takes everything in stride though. An obvious blush starts to appear on Maggie's face.
"Oh wow, he's a cutie. You won Selena," Maggie whispers to Selena as if Andrew isn't there and able to hear her. Andrew smiles sheepishly wow Selena offers another fake smile.
" thanks," she chokes out. Maggie just nods.
"Well i've got to go. Bye Selena and Andrew. Bye Mr. and Mrs. Gomez."
Selena follows Maggie through the house and walks the girl to the door.
"We've GOT to get together and talk about your cute boyfriend! I want to hear all the stories!"
"Alright Maggie, bye."
Less than 12 hours back in this town and already she has come across Maggie. Maybe it's a sign, or an omen, that this summer is going to be weird.
-
Both Selena's and Andrew went straight to bed after eating dinner with her parents. The first meal they ate after months of eating college cafeteria food knocked them out.
Selena's eyes fluttered open sometime around midnight. It's not like she slept for hours but it's really only been three. As quietly as she can she gets out of bed trying her best not to rouse Andrew awake. She takes to wandering the halls, something she used to do when she couldn't sleep. The house is still the same. She isn't sure why she expected at least something to be different but it's not. She's halfway tempted to go up to the attic, it is one of the best parts of the house.
"Fuck it," she whispers to herself. If she snuck up here many times before then this time would be no different.
There are a few new things in the attic but most of the things she was used to in this room Are exactly where they were left. She walks over to the window. The moon is in its waning phase as it was just for a few days ago. The moonlight floods into the attic creating a soft glow. This place always was a sanctuary that almost felt like heaven for Selena.
She gets a feeling of déjà vu as her mine replays the last time she was in here. She pulls her eyes away from the moon and looks at the side of Maggie's house that is facing hers. That same exact room has its lights on right now. The curtains are still sheer and obscuring enough to hide who's behind it but not opaque enough to hide that silhouette.
She hasn't forgotten what her body has looked like nor how perfect she looks even behind curtains. Selena gets the urge to repeat the same actions she did last time she was up here and watching her, but she doesn't. There have been a few nights in her dorm when she quietly rubbed her clit to the thought of her hands touching her and the pet names she called Selena.
She won't touch herself tonight because she's going to get Y/n to take her again.
-
Selena woke up to an emptiness in her bed. She searched until she found her father and her boyfriend in the kitchen. Both of them were dressed in what Selena assumed to be her father's fishing gear.
"Hey you," Andrew comes over and kisses Selena's forehead.
"Where are you guys going?"
"Fishing! Can you believe Andrew has never fished before?"
"Yes I can."
"Well," Selena's father is used to her blunt nature but after being away from her for quite a bit it's a little jarring to him. "He's going to learn today! We'll be out for a while, I already told your mom before she left."
"Wait where's mom?"
" At Maura's getting her hair done. She's probably going to be home in about six hours after she finishes getting her hair done and gossip," he jokes.
Already Selena is being left alone in the house, it's like God is on her side.
"Have fun!"
As soon as they leave, Selena books it up stairs to change. She digs out some shorts that she hides in the back of her closet so her mom can't find them. She's had a stash of more risque clothes hidden from her parents since high school. The shorts are some of the shortest shorts she has ever seen in the camisole top she chose with very thin. She decided to forgo a bra under the guise that it is too hot to be wearing the extra garment. Selena figures Maggie is out with her friends and that Maggie's father is gone too since there is only one car in Maggie's driveway.
As she exits her house and walks the short distance to Maggie's house, Selena ponders on her lack of guilt. It's not technically cheating since she was going to tell Andrew she just wants to be friends after this summer ends anyway.
With all the confidence in the world backing her, Selena knocks in Maggie's front door and waits patiently for Y/n to open it.
To see Y/n's face up-close for the first time in a year makes Selena want to melt and not because of the sun.
"Hi Mrs. Y/l/n."
"Don't you think we're a little past the formal greetings, Selena?" She says with a smirk. The way Y/n looks at her it's almost as if she was expecting Selena to come over. And like clockwork, she did.
"What should I call you then? Y/n?"
"How about you call me what you called me last time we were together."
"Mommy?"
Selena sees something in Y/n shift. She knows that word has an affect on her. The look in Y/n's eyes is fierce.
"You have a lot of nerve coming over here looking like that. Don't you have a little boyfriend."
"I just wanted some sugar, mommy," her playful tone makes Y/n want to strip her naked and teach her a lesson. She's seducing her very hard right now. Y/n figures that maybe Selena has picked up a lesson or two from her second year of college.
"Well of course you do. Come in and I'll get you some."
Y/n gives her access to the house and Selena steps inside immediately. She knew Y/n couldn't resist her either.
Selena can't revel in her victory for any longer because Y/n pushes her against the wall of the foyer. She grunts when her back hits the concrete wall. Y/n presses her lips to Selena's furiously. Fuck, it's been so long since either of them have kissed like that. Between Y/n's touch and her lips, Selena is dripping. Y/n's hand comes up and wraps itself around Selena's neck.
"You're a naughty girl. You know that baby?"
"I do mommy. You should punish me for it."
"I should, shouldn't I?" Y/n asks jokingly. She likes this bolder side of Selena. Last time she got a more timid girl; now Y/n gets a full-blown sex kitten waiting to be fucked by her in her living room.
"Get your ass on the couch," Y/n's tone is heavy and makes Selena move with a quickness. Y/n joins her on the couch. She grabs the remote and turns the volume up louder in case any passerby might hear Selena's cries.
"Over my lap." Selena obeys quickly and her barely-covered ass is in Y/n's face.
"Coming over here with these pathetic excuse for shorts on. You wanted mommy to punish you, didn't you?"
"Yes mommy! I've been so bad while I was away! You need to tame me."
"That's what I plan on doing to a brat like you."
Y/n's hand delivers a harsh blow to the exposed skin that is peaking out from under her shorts. Selena jolts in her lap but she's holding her down with her other arm which keeps Selena in place. Y/n runs her hand over the area she just spanked. The flesh is already warmed. Y/n wants to make her sting; mark her up so she has trouble sitting for a few days.
"Such a perfect ass for spanking." Y/n slaps Selena's ass again, this time a strangled moan falls out of Selena's mouth. Of course she is enjoying this. Y/n can feel the heat near Selena's cunt on her thigh. Y/n can barely contain herself and she just wants to rip Selena's clothes off and fuck her stupid. But ultimately she decides remaining patient to break her down would be much more satisfying.
"Sluts like you love to get their asses abused. Count it out for me."
When the next blow is delivered, Selena has trouble speaking up but she does start the count after a short pause.
Not counting the two from beforehand, Y/n spanked her ass a total of 12 times and each slap sent the blood in Selena's body rushing to her clit.
"Hope your little boyfriend doesn't see those. Now tell me, how many times did you cum to the thought of me while you were gone?"
Selena feels like a kid getting caught stealing. Y/n didn't give her much time to recuperate from the assault on her ass.
"Three times," she manages to get out but not without stammering.
Y/n is a little disappointed that it's not a higher number, but her ego accepts her answer. And it's lucky for Selena that she didn't say anything higher than three or else she'd be here all night.
"My poor baby," Y/n starts to caress her ass. "Don't worry mommy is going to make up all three of those times. Come sit on mommy's lap."
Selena awkwardly maneuvers herself from the compromising position she was just in and stands up. She goes to straddle Y/n until she grabs her arm and stops her.
"Aht aht, back against my chest."
She complies immediately. She's in Y/n's arms and no matter what she has in store for her, Selena knows she's safe with her.
Y/n's hands caress her arms and then she squeezes her tits through her top.
"Short shorts, no bra. What's next, no panties?" Selena blushed furiously. Y/n's absolutely right; she came here prepared. "Silence. I think that gives me my answer."
Y/n pulls down the top of Selena's camisole careful not to rip it but the material is so flimsy anyway. Y/n can't ignore how the weight of Selena's breast in her hands is heavier than before. She knew all too well about the weight gain you experience when you're having all that fun in college. She is excited to get her hands on the areas where Selena benefited from that weight gain.
Selena's hair smells like fresh shampoo and it fills Y/n's nostrils. Her scent is intoxicating to her. Y/n brings her mouth to her the side of her neck and sucks on her skin. She is careful not to suck for a long time to form any marks on Selena's skin. She wants to so badly to mark up that precious skin of her of her’s, but summer just began and the two them can't go around getting in trouble just yet.
"Get those little shorts off of you and spread your legs for me doll."
Y/n continues to play with her tits and nipples while Selena works to get the shorts off. Next time, she thinks mentally, she's going to wear a skirt. When they're off of her, Y/n grabs them with one hand and holds them up.
"They're soaking wet. That little pussy is that wet for me?"
She simply just nods but a pinch to her nipple makes her yelp.
"Use your words when talking to mommy."
"Yes mommy this pussy is wet for you." Y/n knows that every time Selena says the word mommy she feels a little humiliation and she revels in it.
Y/n's fingers get curious and she starts to play with Selena's folds.
"Oh fuck you weren't lying. You're a mess baby."
Her sex is sloppy with arousal. She can't help but groan as Y/n's fingers ghost over her clit.
"Let mommy help you."
Selena sinks further into Y/n arms as she starts to rub her clit. She feels like a ton of bricks are being laid on her body. Y/n is the only person, besides herself of course, who has ever paid attention to her clit. It feels so good to have her clit played with and frankly it makes her hungry for more of Y/n.
"Oh mommy that feels so good."
Y/n keeps circling her clit, but what she really wants to do is slide her fingers past Selena's slit and fuck that pussy full with her fingers. Y/n keeps stroking her clit for a little while before she gives in and slides her fingers into Selena's sopping cunt.
"Y/n!" Selena cries out. Oh how she has missed the sound of that sweet voice calling out her name. Y/n almost lets her slide, but just can't. She pulls out swiftly which makes Selena whimper at the loss of fullness.
"What did you call me?"
"I'm sorry mommy! Please just please out your fingers back in me mommy!"
Y/n hasn't heard this much desperation in quite some time. She fills Selena's pussy again with her fingers and those sweet moans fall upon her ears again.
It's only been a few minutes and Selena is on the brink of tears. She wants to cum for Y/n so bad, but at the same time stay in this moment forever. It feels so amazingly good, almost too amazingly good because she is going to cum any second now. Her sweet body becomes more tender with each pump and with each touch.
"Sweet little girl," Y/n mumbles in Selena' ear. She bites at her earlobe. The pain of her teeth catching the flesh just adds to her pleasure.
Her walls begin to quickly spasm around Y/n's fingers.
"Mommy please! Mommy," her voice is nothing but broken sobs, it's amazing that Y/n can decipher what she is saying.
She starts to gush around Y/n's fingers, surprising both Y/n and Selena that she's cumming so messily. Y/n continues to fuck her through it until her sobs are turning into mewls.
"Oh baby," Y/n whispers before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "So perfect, but don't give up on me; you've got two more to give me."
The thought of cumming again so soon makes Selena whine. Her body is sensitive and her legs feel like jelly.
"C'mon princess. What do you want to do?"
"I wanna lick your-"
"Nope. You lost all privileges to this cock when you decided to bring a new boy around. You can't have your cake and eat it too."
It's not fair. She wants to taste and please Y/n too. It's been so long since she's gotten to lick her, but Y/n continues to deprive Selena of her.
"Let mommy see those titties."
Selena turns around in Y/n's laps, her legs straddling her. Her tits have definitely gotten bigger since Y/n has last seen her.
"Fuck, they're so pretty. You've been letting that boyfriend of yours cum on them?"
"No mommy."
"Shame I bet. I'd bet you'd look cute with cum painting your chest."
Y/n leans forward and takes Selena's nipple in her mouth. Selena throws her head back in pleasure. Her hips slowly grind against Y/n's. Her sex brushes across the cloth of Y/n's pants, surely staining them.
Her nipples are extremely sensitive given that she just came so hard a few minutes ago. An incredible feeling spreads throughout her body and heats her up. She can feel the muscles in her chest becoming more spastic as Y/n sucks on her nipples harshly. It travels all the way down her body and to her core.
"Fuck mommy!"
She cums unintentionally and surprisingly. The light rubbing of her clit against Y/n's pants was not enough to get her off, it was all the attention her mouth was giving her tits.
Y/n laughs with Selena's nipple still in her mouth, sending vibrations to her skin. Y/n pops it out of her mouth with an audible noise.
"You just came Didn't you?"
The look in Y/n's eyes and her smirk sends chills down Selena's spine. She nods her head shyly.
"Good girl. Get on your back."
Selena is hesitant to get off of Y/n, loving the embrace they're in, but she complies. She lies down on the couch and waits for Y/n's next move.
"I filled your pussy with my fingers, I made you cum from suck on your nipples, which is a first for me. Now I want to get a taste of that cunt."
Y/n's harsh words turn Selena on. She moans and squirms against the couch, so impatient for Y/n to descend on her.
Y/n spreads Selena's legs and her cunt is glistening for her.
"That pussy looks sweet enough to eat. Who's pussy is this?"
"You mommy!"
"So it doesn't belong to that little boyfriend of yours?"
"No! It's yours mommy! Please lick me."
Y/n stops teasing her and resisting her. Y/n is between her legs and tonguing down her cunt. Selena can't contain her cries. Her clit is not as sensitive since it was given a break, but the remnants of her last two orgasms still do linger around her like a cloud. She wants to push Y/n further into her cunt, but instead she grips at the cushions of the couch to get her lust under control.
Y/n's tongue flicks against her clit before giving its attention to her folds. Y/n licks up every drop of Selena's sweet nectar, savoring how good she tastes. Y/n has had a craving for her since she last saw her and now gets to have it.
"Mommy please make me cum!"
Y/n looks up at Selena and she's a beautiful sight. Her eyes are shut tightly and her mouth is agape. A feeling of smugness swirls over Y/n and fuels her to keep eating Selena out. Selena is extremely close to cumming again. Y/n wishes he could prolong it, edge her a little bit, but it's too risky right now. Plus Y/n really want her to cum in her mouth.
She flicks her tongue faster against her cunt. Selena feels like her heart is going to burst out of her chest.
"Mommy!"
She cums all over Y/n's face creating a mess of pure filth. Selena cries out as Y/n continues to lick her clit. Y/n over-stimulates her for a little bit, but then she lets up. Y/n wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and looks at Selena on the couch, spaced out. She looks darling like this. Her little camisole is bunched around her waist and her chest is heaving.
"I hate to kick you, but someone could come home any minute princess."
She snaps out of her haze. She's slightly annoyed that Y/n is making her leave after making her cum three times in a row, but something about it thrills her too.
Selena gathers her shorts and shoes and makes herself look semi-presentable. She looks like she just came back from a run.
"Hey," Y/n calls out to Selena before she can leave. "Maggie's leaves for camp next week and I might suggest to my husband that he should start joining your father and boyfriend on their fishing trips. Why don't you come over next Saturday to get that sugar you need."
Y/n winks at Selena which makes her heart thump. This town isn't completely bad.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Dom!Beyonce/Reader
Summary: Dom!Beyonce fucks Reader in her office and has fun with her. wc: 3k
Content: 3rd POV. D/s elements, rough sex, degradation, name calling, strapon sex. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: Another old fic (more than 6 years old I think!) from the old blog :)
The 'meet me at my office. 6:30' text got Y/n excited. It's not their usual place for meeting -- in fact Beyoncé's not too fond of her coming to her office. She likes to keep her work life and personal life separate, but her nosy co-workers already know about Y/n. Besides the place was nearly empty with it being a Friday evening.
When Y/n gets home, she leaves the groceries on the table, neglecting to put them up. She starts picking out what to wear underneath her casual clothes. She wants to wear the softest, prettiest thing for her. It shouldn't matter because she's going to rip whatever she's wearing off of her regardless of the fabric or color.
She waste no time going to her. Whenever Bey called, she was there. And, the fact that she wanted her bad enough to call Y/n to her office is an added bonus. She walks a few blocks through the busy city to get to her lover. A smirk spreads across her face when she sees her building's name displayed in bright, bold letters.
A few smiles and familiar faces, and an elevator ride leads her to her destination. She pauses before knocking on her door. Y/n fixes her hair a little, and unbuttons the top button on her blouse before finally knocking.
She can hear fumbling behind the door before Beyoncé opens the door. She expects to see her warm smile, but she has a stern look on her face.
"Hi baby. Is something wrong?" she asks while walking into her office. She begins to unbutton her blouse completely, but Beyoncé's stops her before she can do so by placing her hand on Y/n's.
"Bey, wh-"
"Shut up," she interrupts in a tone she has never used on her before. Y/n's eyes widen in surprise. "Get on your knees," she continues before Y/n could respond to her. Y/n kneels before her, but keeps her eyes on the ground.
"Don't be shy now."
She hears Beyoncé messing with the zipper of her pencil skirt. The houndstooth skirt falls to the ground. To Y/n's surprise, instead of Beyoncé's lacy lingerie, she has on some latex material. her usual white garter belt is replaced by the stretchy black latex that holds up her sheer, knee-high socks. And, her underwear is made of the same material too.
Y/n is just as confused as she is turned on.
"Baby, what is this?" She runs a finger down the material of her underwear. Y/n traces the curve her full hips.
Beyoncé stays silent. Instead of answering, she places her foot between Y/n's thighs. The heel of her shoe presses into Y/n's clit. She instantly moans.
"It's what you want."
unbeknownst to Y/n, she forgot to clear the browser history on her iPad and Bey had seen what she seems to have been obsession over for the last few weeks. Beyoncé though to herself, how could Y/n be so careless and not delete her browsing history filled of porn with latex-clad women -- dominant women. It was sort of embarrassing for Y/n to even admit to herself that she was turned on by that, but a small mistake admitted for her.
"You want this so bad."
Beyoncé grabs the back of Y/n's head and draws her closer to her cunt. Her latex covered pussy rests against the lower half of Y/n's face. She closes her eyes and soaks in the moment of finally being able to live out secret fetish. She opens her mouth to stick out her tongue and glide it across the smooth latex. She can smell the arousal pooling between Beyoncé's legs and feel the heat radiating off of her.
While Y/n is in heaven, Beyoncé is enjoying the show watching Y/n in her blissed out state: moaning while grinding her face against her ready cunt.
"You want a taste," Beyoncé asks Y/n while stroking her hair.
"Yes," Beyoncé's pussy muffles Y/n's words.
"Do you deserve it."
"Yes, please. I want you so bad baby."
Beyoncé pulls Y/n's head back and looks her deep in the eyes.
"You don't get to call me 'baby'. It's mistress. Understand, little girl?"
"Yes! Yes, mistress. I'm sorry!" Y/n goes into subspace without even realizing it.
Beyoncé pulls the latex to the side, uncovering her pussy. She holds the latex to the side to invite Y/n to her pussy.
Y/n licks up into her pussy. Her tongue runs through her thick lips. She pushes pass those slick folds and slides her tongue into her. She gets a taste of her walls and her sweet cream. She pulls out to wrap her lips around her clit. She sucks hard on her throbbing clit before sliding her tongue across the sensitive bud.
"Yesss, keep eating your mistresses cunt like that," Beyoncé moans out in pleasure. She starts to unbutton her blouse. The latex bra can barely contain her full breast. The tight material hugs her breast causing them to spill over. "I'm going to cum all over that slutty face." If it wasn't for Y/n gripping her hips, Beyoncé would topple over from the pleasure. "Yes I want to cum all over that slutty fucking face of yours," Bey says through gritted teeth. Her hands rake through Y/n's hair, causing her to look up into her mistresses eyes. "Eat my pussy! I'm going to coat your nasty face. You're going to look so nasty with a face covered in my cum. Like a whore. My obedient whore."
Beyoncé continues her onslaught of vulgar language. She grinds her vagina into Y/n's face. She lets a carnal cry of pleasure rip from her throat. She releases her sweet nectar on Y/n's face.
Y/n looks up at her mistress again, and realizes her beautiful breast are no longer hidden by her blouse. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this (it'll be a while before she remembers she isn't the only one to use her iPad). This was like the pictures she's been looking at. They've turned her world upside down.
"Come here, pet," Beyoncé starts. Y/n can feel her pussy already start to gush in anticipation. She whimpers like a little puppy in need for attention. She's a total submissive at heart, and wants to please her mistress. "Are you begging?" Beyoncé teases her. Y/n nods her head, her eyes are wide with lust and need. She pats her on the head and Y/n feels warm inside from the simple gesture. "Needy whore. I should slap that pretty face of yours, but instead I'm going to bruise that pretty little peach of yours and that ass. Bend over my desk."
She continues to belittle her while she moves to obey Beyoncé's orders. The look on Beyoncé's face from earlier really struck fear in her heart. It's embarrassing to be bent over her lover's desk with her skirt rising up to expose her smooth thighs. But, the sub in her knows where she belongs. Beyoncé fully lifts her skirt, her silky panties and garter belt exposed to her.
"Lingerie? Where you expecting me to fuck you?" she asks in a mocking tone.
Beyoncé pulls her panties down in a swift motion. She grabs the soft flesh and her mouth almost waters. "So pretty. Too bad I have to bruise it up."
She roughly grabs a fist full of her hair and yanks her head back. Y/n gasps in full shock. But, even that doesn't prepare her for the first harsh smack against her ass. Her body jerks in reaction.
Beyoncé lets out a grunt with each strike of her hand. The force of her smacks are evident by every cry she lets out. For the sake of having to show her face around this office from time to time, she's lucky the only people here this late are the cleaning staff. Tears wells in her eyes as her relentless blows meet her now sensitive ass. And, every time she is rocked by the power of Beyoncé's hit, her clit grinds against the edge of her desk. It's not the most comfortable thing, but even the bit of pleasure she gets from it brings her closer to cumming. Her hands grip the edge of the desk.
"Mistress!"
Beyoncé's hand pauses in midair when she finally calls out the name she told her to call her. She lowers her hand and steps back to admire what she had done; her ass is already forming bruises, her legs are spread wide, her thighs are glistening with her own juices, and she's sobbing uncontrollably. She's not the first girl Beyoncé has done this with, but it's more satisfying to see her cute lover reduced to this.
Y/n's a right mess, but she takes in this moment of stillness. She relaxes against her desk, and her sobs slow. She jumps when she feels Beyoncé place a hand on her head.
"You think I'm done with you little girl?" The switch to a much softer demeanor and the slow stroking of her hair contradicts Beyoncé's threatening tone. Beyoncé leaves Y/n on the desk to unlock her file cabinet. In the bottom file, instead of folders, she has a strapon. Yes, Y/n rarely came to her office, but she always wanted it handy if she had to use it. And, now the time has come. She fastens the strap-on around her waist and turns back to Y/n. She grabs a fist full of her hair, making her gasp. She pulls her back with force. She yelps out and her eyes slam shut in reaction. Y/n is forced to let of her grip on the desk and made to stand up.
They come face to face, and she's proud of handiwork. Y/n's hair is mussed up, her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes, and her eyes stung with tears. She was looking desperately into her eyes; it almost make Beyoncé sympathetic and just take the sweet girl into her arms and bury her face into her delicious cunt. But, Beyoncé is too prideful to stop now. With an empty office and a submissive woman at her will, the possibilities are endless.
"Get on your knees," she barks at Y/n. She bends down and comes face to face with the hung strap-on around her waist. Beyoncé uses a finger under her chin to tilt her head to look at her. "You want my fucking cock? You want me to fuck you?" she asks. Y/n nods frantically. "Yes! Please, I want you so bad baby," she begs while placing her hands on Beyoncé's thighs. She squeezes the thick flesh, and Beyoncé groans at the pressure. She wants to face fuck Y/n so bad; to hear her struggle to take al of it in and gag as it hits the back of her throat. But, she wants even more to fuck her tight pussy and hear her beg for more.
Beyoncé gives her face a light slap. Y/n's heart begins to race and her adrenaline rises.
"You've been awfully naughty."
"I'm sor-"
"Shut the fuck up. I didn't say you could speak."
Y/n's eyes rip away from Beyoncé's in embarrassment.
"Get your ass on the desk." She's a little discombobulated from the overwhelming feelings of her desires. She uses the desk as leverage to stand up and steady herself. She's painfully reminded of her sore bottom when she sits bare against her desk. She inhales sharply at the faint pain, but Beyoncé grabs her legs to spread them which distracts her mind from the ache.
Beyoncé moves between her legs and wraps her fingers around the thick cock. She slides the tip against Y/n's slit. She's so damn wet that she almost slides in, but she wants to tease her. And, it works because she is squirming against her desk. Beyoncé presses her thick head against her clit and Y/n moans involuntarily. Beyoncé finally slides all the way inside. She pushes into her lover slowly, so she could feel the toy stretching her out like it always does. She already tries to fill her to hilt, but from the look on her face, she needs to warm her up for a bit more. Beyoncé grabs her hips and slides out of her before plunging back in. She bites her lip at the fullness and chokes back a moan. Their sex has never been this extreme, but they were exploring a new area of pleasure that runs deep within Y/n. Beyoncé watches the way her body reacts underneath her. Y/n's beautiful breast bounce for her, and only for her. Her face scrunches up in a mix of pleasure and pain. She reaches up to place a hand on Bey's cheek. They stare intensely into each others' eyes and it is in this moment that their kinky sex turns into something more passionate. Beyoncé loves the woman moaning underneath her. And, as much as she loves her sweetness, she needs to remind her who is the dominant one in their relationship.
Beyoncé pulls out completely causing Y/n to pout, but she doesn't dare to protest. Beyoncé pulls her hips and slides her off of her desk. She Y/n turns around to bend her over her desk again. She yelps when her stomach smacks against the edge. Beyoncé waste no time filling her again, this time from the back. The sound of her hand coming down on her ass rips through the room. Beyoncé utters out, "fuck" seeing Y/n's delicious flesh ripple. It's even better to see her cock split Y/n open with each thrust. Y/n's sobs sound out. Beyoncé can hear her cursing under her breath.
"What's that darling?" She punctuates her sentence with another smack to her ass. This time Y/n cries out even louder.
"Answer me!"
"It feels so good!" she screams back at her lover. Fat tears fall from her as she withstands her pounding.
Her words drive drive Beyoncé instant, and with some resistance, the cock slides in deeper until she completely bottoms out inside of her. She stars letting out moans she has never made before. Both of Beyoncé's hands grab ahold of her head and pushes it down, smushing her beautiful face into the desk. She fucks her so hard into the desk they both believe it may break. Their flesh makes a such a lewd noise as it meets with each thrust.
'I can't take it' Y/n thinks to herself. She'd say it out loud, but the overwhelming feelings take away her ability to articulate real words. She moves her hand back to rest it on Beyoncé's pelvis. She takes this as a sign and slows down on her assault of Y/n's pussy.
"Too much! Too much," Y/n finally chokes out. Beyoncé almost pulls out in guilt, but instead she grabs Y/n's shoulders and brings her into an embrace with Y/n's back against her chest. Beyoncé's hard nipples press into Y/n's back. Her other hand sneaks up and begins to fondle Y/n's breast. "Sorry baby," she says lowly, but Y/n hears her nice and clear. She just nods in response.
Beyoncé waits a few seconds before thrusting up into Y/n again. "almost broke my little toy…wouldn't want that," she whispers directly into her ear. She slides deep inside again, and Y/n lets out a deep sigh. It's still a lot to take, but the slow thrusting helps her get use to it. Beyoncé helps with distracting her by tweaking her nipple.
"Mistress," Y/n whimpers out pathetically again.
Beyoncé let's go of her breast and wraps her hand around her neck instead. She starts to fuck Y/n faster. Every time she thrust inside of her, she grips her neck a bit tighter. It becomes harder for Y/n to breathe. As fucked up as it is for her, Y/n loves it. She likes this change from the usual vanilla. Her pussy tingles and she desperately wants to play with her clit, but she keeps her grip on the desk to brace herself from the power of Beyoncé's thrust. Bey might be a mind reader because her other hands begin to rub circles into Y/n's clit causing her to gasp.
"God I'm going to cum!"
Beyoncé squeezes her neck tightly to deter her attention from her orgasm to her.
"Did I say you could cum?"
"No."
"No. That;s right."
Beyoncé let's go of her raw neck and stops rubbing her clit. She whimpers at the lack of touch. She lets out a grunt when Beyoncé pushes her against the desk again. She smacks her ass twice. Beyoncé was becoming addicted to the way her little lover's body reacted to the harsh blows.
"You wanna cum," Beyoncé asks even though she knows the answer to that. "Please! I need to cum! Let me cum for you mistress!" A hint of anger mixes into her words. She was getting impatient with their game, and she was almost in orgasmic bliss before Beyoncé just stops. She feels like crying; all this begging is humiliating, but she enjoys it deep down inside (and, she'd do anything to cum now).
"Make yourself cum baby."
She sinks back on the cock and begins to rock herself back-and-forth. It feels great, amazing actually, but she'd love it if Beyoncé was still pound into her.
"Yes baby, just like that," Beyoncé encourages.
Y/n throws her head back and starts moaning like crazy. She starts to push her hips back faster and faster against Beyoncé's pelvis. She's closer to her orgasm more than before.
Beyoncé knows when she starts to cum: the way her rhythm becomes sloppy, her labored breathing, and the filth moans that fall out of her mouth. She keeps cumming, and cumming for her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" She cries out ever time se thrust back down, fucking herself on the thick cock strapped around Beyoncé's waist to prolong her orgasm. She comes down fully on the cock and stays like that with it buried inside of her. Her nails dig into Beyoncé's skin, sure to leave a mark.
Feeling tired is an understatement. She has completely drained all of her energy. Their fucking was brutal. It was animalistic. It was amazing for the both of them.
Beyoncé slides out without Y/n even realizing. She's too tired and busy trying to stead her breathing. Both of them are spent.
Neither say anything as they make themselves decent enough to leave. When they get home, both will replay it over and over until they fall asleep.
They'll feel a dull ache inside whenever they see each other again. Whether or not they'll act on the primal desires once again is in their hands.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Zoe Kravitz/Actor!Reader
Summary: Reader struggles with a scene she has with Zoe, so she decides to help her out in the best way she knows possible. wc: 3.9k
Content: 3rd POV. smut, soft degradation. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: Vault fic :) Patrons will be getting a new fic very soon!
Y/n knows that the moment she signs onto a film, she has to build chemistry with her co-stars. Sometimes it's challenging (mostly on others end, not hers), but she always tries her bet. She can admit that she's not the most skilled actress in the game right now, but she puts so much effort into her work that her work ethic does not go unnoticed. She takes her professionalism seriously, but that was seriously being threatened the longer she's around Zoe. The two had spent hours on set getting to know each other and thus becoming closer because of it. Their roles are closely intertwined and they were pushed to build some kind of friendship with each other. Y/n can't remember a time where she has gotten so close to a cast mate, but Zoe was so interesting to her and also interested in her.
It was sometimes hard to get a reading on her due to her aloof demeanor. Zoe was also a flirt which may or may not have given Y/n a false idea in her head. Regardless, she felt her heart begin to race whenever she came around on set. She found herself flubbing her lines a little bit more when they had to film a scene together. Y/n had to admit to herself that she developed somewhat of a crush on her, but it was hard not to see that Zoe is absolutely alluring. Something about her was just so effortless that it had Y/n head over heels for her co-star. Every day on set she had to see Zoe look amazing in whatever outfit the costume designer gave her to wear that day. Y/n kept most of her compliments to herself although many of them would fill her thoughts.
Their interactions were limited to their time on set for quite a while. Y/n would have loved to go to some nice restaurant that was probably near the set location, but she never worked up the courage to ask her. Zoe was the one who took the initiate when it came to Y/n. She would text her asking if she wanted her to pick her up a coffee, or if she wanted to join another co-star in exploring the nearby city. Y/n was hesitant to say yes at first, but she forced herself to tag along until it started being only the two of them can do something together. Filming can get lonely when you're away from your friends and family. Neither of them are seeing someone so they don't have anyone to come and visit them; they kind of just have each other.
Zoe had quickly gotten a feel for Y/n’s personality. She was often shy, but very sweet. Her and Zoe were almost opposites; Zoe being the one who’s more bold yet collected. But there is something about the two of them that is oddly similar. Which made it easy for them to click over glasses of wine once Y/n got over her hesitancy.
Tonight's little get together was different. It wasn't one where they planned to indulge or go out; they were going to spend time working out a part in the script. Y/n was struggling with one of her scenes with Zoe because she had to get flirty with her. She thought that would be easy to do since they have been spending quite a bit of time together, but she's not as charismatic as Zoe. She struggled to make the words sound coquettish and it became obvious to everyone on set after their tenth take with only Y/n being scolded for her performance. It left her feeling embarrassed. She has had flirty scenes plenty of times before, but she just couldn't get her head clear enough to execute this one.
Zoe's remedy was for them to practice the lines together while they were alone. She couldn't quite place her finger on why Y/n kept fumbling her lines, but she also has noticed how Y/n gets around her. She gets flustered and she barely makes eye contact with her. If their roles were reversed and Zoe was the one who had to flirt in the scene then things would go much smoother. Y/n's swooning over her would probably be a genuine reaction. Y/n doesn't realize just how obvious she makes it that Zoe makes her nervous. Zoe finds it cute when she gets all flustered around her. Y/n acts like a schoolgirl with a crush on the most popular person in school.
“So what exactly are struggling with? I thought you did fine out there today?”
Y/n was appreciative of Zoe being encouraging. It was a lie though, Y/n did not do good today.
“Well our scene was the one I got yelled at the most.”
“The talking scene?”
It’s not just a scene where they talk, they flirt. Zoe knows this, but for some reason she acts oblivious. Y/n feels her face getting hotter because she’s going to have to say it out loud. Then it hits her that Zoe may not be acting clueless for no reason.
“The scene where we have to flirt...and kiss each other.”
Zoe stops herself from smirking. Y/n is so shy that it comes off endearing to her, but probably annoys the people they’re working with. She’s heard great things about her and never expected her to be this shy. But Zoe has observed her on set when Y/n thought she wasn’t around and she looked much more collected; it was Zoe that was making her nervous. Zoe fought the urge to use that to her advantage. If they have to keep re-filming scenes then that’ll prolong filming or leave Y/n in a bad position.
“You’ve kissed plenty of people for movies, right?”
“Yes, but-”
“Then this should be no different,” Zoe stood a few feet in front of her, script in hand and a look of determination on her face, “let’s sit on the bed like we have to for the scene. We can go over the lines.”
Y/n took a deep breath to clear her head. She pretends like she’s on set, cameras and hot lights on her with the direction not too far away. The more she’s able to get into character when they’re alone, the easier it will be in front of the cameras. She reminds herself that it’s not the crew watching that makes her nervous, it’s Zoe.
They sit side by side just like it’s written in the script. Zoe’s character sits very close to her; it feels very intimate already.
“We’re not just friends. You know that.” Y/n recites her memorized lines from the script, jumping right into the lines that are giving her the most trouble. It feels too close to real life which doesn’t make it easier for her to say these things, but she still says her words with conviction.
Zoe stares into her eyes while placing her hands behind herself on the bed so she can lean back. She bites into her lip as Y/n waits for her to say her line back. Y/n is a bit confused by her reaction. She glances at the script and what Zoe is doing is not in it.
"You're just a sweet little thing, aren't you?"
Y/n felt the blood rush to her face at the way her co-star talked to her. It was one thing to be reciting romantic words to her in front of an entire crew of people, but it was much more potent with just the two of them in the room. It came completely out of left field and Y/n pulled her eyes away from Zoe to go back to scanning her script. She knows that that’s not in the script whatsoever. Her lines were already beginning to leave her head and she was a bumbling mess as she tried to spit them out without faltering. She's trying to be the professional she is, but Zoe is making it hard for her.
Zoe just can’t help herself. Y/n is just so enticing to her, even though she’s so nervous. Zoe's hand begins to caress one of her breasts through her top which only made her worse; this was definitely not a part of the script.
"Are you going to relax for me?" Y/n nods her head in compliance, quickly folding to Zoe's demands and melting in her embrace, much to Zoe's relief, "good girl."
A hot kiss is placed on her jaw line. Y/n unintentionally moans and she wishes she could take it back because it makes Zoe squeeze her breast harder. A gasp escaped her lips and she shifts and realize that she's wet. Zoe's lips trail along her jaw until she goes lower and lets her teeth graze the skin on Y/n's neck. Goosebumps form on her skin as Zoe lightly drags her teeth along her flesh. Y/n doesn't realize how shallow her breathing has become, in fact she's not all that aware of her body at all right now. She's in a daze, something that could be called lust clouding her thoughts. She doesn't know if they should be doing this, they're co-workers after all. But Zoe's touch just feels so good, and Y/n doesn't want to be the one to ruin the good rapport they built for themselves thus far. She's heard of people in the industry going a step further to build chemistry with each other, but Y/n wondered what line this was crossing. She was shaking — from both her nerves overtaking her and desire. She longs to be touched and Zoe is doing just that.
"So pretty," Zoe says against her skin before finally pressing her lips against her neck. Y/n smells like vanilla and apprehension.
Zoe trails her finger up and down that pretty body of hers. She's fully clothed but she can imagine what she looks like under her dress — she has come close to seeing her naked when they were in the trailer together. She lifts up Y/n's blouse to reveal her stomach. Her nails drew light patterns into her and tickled her skin. "Lay back against the bed with me," she whispers. Zoe guides them so they are able to relax into her soft hotel bed. She turns to lay on her side while Y/n stays in place with her back completely on the bed. Zoe's fingernails go back to trailing her skin, but this time she travels even further down and she's now tracing similar patterns onto Y/n's thigh. She inches up slowly until she is able to slightly push Y/n's skirt up. Y/n's chest is burning with anticipation. She almost acts like she's never been touched before, but she is not the most experienced person in the world. It came as no surprise to Zoe to find out that Y/n hadn't been touched that much before; it was actually pretty cute. She's good at what she does yet so unsuspecting that it's fun to poke at her, get her all hot and bothered just to see her get flustered yet do nothing about it.
"Your skin is so soft and pretty," Zoe lays her hand flat on Y/n's thigh and feels just how soft she is. She can also feel the goosebumps on her skin and she knows that she's doing more than a good job. Her intention is to get those clothes off of Y/n, but she's going to do it slowly; just take her time and take in her body one second at a time.
Y/n doesn't know that a few buttons of her top are unbuttoned until she feels cool air hit her chest. It relaxes yet agitates her at the same time. Zoe is touching her in the way she would touch herself before getting herself off. Soft caresses to her skin and a bit of teasing too.
Her bra was thin enough for Zoe to notice the indentation of her nipples. She pulled the fabric down and Y/n's nipples weren't as hard as she wished they'd be, but they would be in a due time.
"Rub your fingers around your nipples...it'll help you relax."
Y/n doesn't hesitate to obey. Zoe's presence is both soothing and intimidating; she feels compelled to listen to whatever she has to say. She wants any kind of relief right now and her finger stroking her own skin gives that to her. Y/n lets out a soft moan that is almost inaudible, but Zoe can hear it because she's so close. She watches Y/n circle her nipple until it starts to get harder, standing tall with attention. She bites into her bottom lip at the sight that is proof she has control over her pretty, little co-star. A sense of power surges through her in this moment and she wants to feel more.
Her hand slips into Y/n's inner thigh, prying her legs apart as she strokes her sensitive skin. "So good for me," she whispers before kissing her jaw again. Y/n reached over to stroke her nipple until it got hard like the one she just finished working on. While she continued to touch herself, Zoe shifted herself so she could pull Y/n's skirt down. She slowly let the silk slide down her body to reveal her panties. There was a cute bow on it that was dusty pink.
"Keep rubbing yourself...make yourself feel good," Zoe pauses to just take in the sight of Y/n's chest rising and falling as she plays with herself, "you look so pretty like this, baby."
Zoe was getting all of the gratification without doing most of the work. She grabbed Y/n's hand and placed it over her clothed sex. "Keep touching yourself," Zoe encouraged before laying beside her again.
Y/n rubbed her clit through her panties in the same fashion as she did her nipples. Her touch was light yet she could feel just how wet she was through her panties. She's slightly embarrassed and hopes there is not a wet patch down there. Zoe buttons the rest of her blouse while Y/n continues to lightly stroke herself.
"Now slide your hands into your panties."
Zoe's voice is smooth and soft like velvet. Her words sound less like instructions and more like suggestions, but Y/n is dying to follow along. Her clit is swollen and her folds are puffy from all the teasing. Zoe can't see, but she can hear just how wet she is when Y/n's fingers dive into her folds.
"You like touching yourself?"
Y/n just nods.
While Y/n is touching herself, Zoe pulls her bra down completely. She takes to playing with Y/n's hard nipples while kissing her cheek. Her skin is hot to the touch and Zoe loves it.
Only does Y/n pick up speed when Zoe actually kisses her. She had been dying to get a taste of her co-star's pure sweetness, and Y/n is just as sweet as she imagined. Zoe moves her lips a bit sloppily against Y/n's lips and how Y/n treats her hungry pussy is the same. She rubs her clit faster.
Her voice is soft and sweet yet her words are filth, "such a little slut for me." Zoe begins to rub small circles into Y/n's skin as she watches her rub her clit. She's dying to see what she looks like underneath these thin garments that are the only thing separating her naked body from Zoe.
Zoe pulls the straps of her bra down. Y/n is placed firmly on her back, so Zoe isn't able to take the garment off of her, but she's able to pull it down and completely and watch Y/n's tits fall from the cups. Now all she has to do is take those panties off; they're depriving her of the sight of Y/n's glistening sex and how her fingers are working against her clit.
Y/n slows down just a little bit when she notices Zoe pulling her panties off. She was becoming shy again after working up some confidence to touch herself in front of her co-star. The barrier of her bra and panties made her feel less anxious, but it was obvious that Zoe wants to see all of her. Y/n lets her pull her panties down and until the fabric reaches her lower thighs. She shimmies them off the best way she can until they're around her ankles and ultimately flung somewhere in the room. Zoe now has her full attention. She's weakened for a moment by the sight of Y/n touching herself. Her fingers slide through her wet folds and tease her opening. Zoe watches closely to see if she'll slide them in, but Y/n looks at her for an approving look. Zoe says nothing though, just continues to listen to Y/n's whimpers as she touches herself in desperation.
"Do you want to cum?"
Y/n nods her head fervently. She might die if she doesn't cum within the next couple of minutes. All the tension had been built up; from coming to Zoe's hotel room, to her touching her, and all the way to the way Zoe speaks to her.
"You're so close, baby. I can tell by the way you cry out for me," Zoe's hand goes wandering and somehow slips itself to Y/n's opening. She pushes two fingers in, making her co-star arch her back into the air and her whimpers turn into full blown moans. Her walls wrap deliciously around her fingers and welcome them in, "I can also feel that you're about to cum. Does this help you?" Zoe begins to pump her fingers into Y/n slowly. The sensation of her own fingers rubbing her clit and Zoe slowly fucking her was overwhelming. She tries to speak to answer Zoe but her voice just breaks and all she can muster up is a pathetic "yes."
Zoe loves hearing the sound of her voice. She sounds like she's about to boil over and lose control of her body. She's so, so close and Zoe wants to push her further. She leans down to take Y/n's nipple into her mouth and suck on it. Her eyes flicker up to her face, the strained look on her face and how tight her eyes are shut makes Zoe suck harder. She can feel Y/n's walls spasming around her fingers until a gush of warmth coats her fingers.
A strangled cry escapes Y/n's lips as she finally cums. Her hips jut into the air and her legs spasm through her rough orgasm. Her body feels completely spent when she starts to come down, but Zoe isn't stopping whatsoever. Her fingers are still deep in Y/n's pussy and her hot mouth is on her tits. Y/n is not able to fully come down from her high due to the overstimulation.
Y/n isn't the only one reeling though, Zoe's body was buzzing. She was beginning to wonder who was truly in control. Seeing her body writhe and her tits jiggle almost made Zoe feel feral. She's always had the upper hand, but now she's the one feeling weak in her presence. She wants to know what Y/n tastes like, and not just from licking her slick off of her hand, but directly from the source.
Y/n can feel her moving but she keeps her eyes closed. The state of disbelief of what just happened overtakes her. She's both happy and even more confused about where she stands with her co-star.
Zoe is not done with her yet though. She sits on her knees in between Y/n’s spread legs Y/n and leans down to kiss the bare skin covering her ribcage. Her tongue comes out to dart across her warm skin. The wet muscle circles around Y/n's lower stomach until Y/n sharply inhales when Zoe hits a ticklish spot. Zoe looks up at her and giggles.
They’re running out of room on the bed so Zoe gets off the bed and places her knees on the floor. She drags Y/n to the edge of the bed with force, making her gasp in shock. It almost took her out of her daze until she felt Zoe’s wet tongue sliding against her clit. She wiggles it against her which causes Y/n to shake. Her hips move involuntarily at each long lick; she’s still so sensitive, but she wouldn’t dare push Zoe’s head away from her.
"This is what you needed all along,” Zoe talks after briefly pulling away, “you just needed me to help you get comfortable.”
Y/n is speechless from the feeling of pure ecstasy pumping through her veins. She moans when Zoe starts licking at her sex again, this time exploring every inch of her besides of clit. Y/n’s legs were almost closing in on her, but Zoe kept them open with her wandering hands. Her nails raked the inside of Y/n’s thighs which set Y/n off anymore; her body felt electric.
Zoe slips her tongue past Y/n’s folds and into her gushing hole. She could feel the way Y/n’s warmth was trying to constrict her tongue and it got her own blood pumping. She tastes so sweet, addicting even.
“Please don’t stop,” Y/n whimpers, her hand coming to the back of Zoe’s head. She was nearly grinding herself against Zoe’s face until her hands came up to grab onto her waist to still her body.
Zoe’s tongue came out and she sucked on Y/n’s clit. She could feel Y/n shivering beneath her touch every time she sucked hard on her. From the sound of her desperate cries, she’s about to cum again and it’s going to be a big one. It only makes Zoe more determined to suck on her harder and make her cum.
Y/n looks down to Zoe’s face buried in her pussy and the sight makes her cum. A cold wave takes over her entire body, her sobs get stuck in her throat and tears well in her eyes. It’s a blissful feeling that spreads throughout her entire body, starting from her belly and to her very extremities. Her hips buck into the air and this time Zoe lets her move wildly instead of trying to control her; her job here is done.
Zoe’s mouth unlatches from Y/n’s sex with an audible ‘suck!’. Y/n had gushed against her mouth, making her a mess, but she doesn’t mind it one bit. It’s all worth it when she sees the look on Y/n’s face. She looks like her head is up in the clouds, but there is a faint smile on her face.
She’s almost out of breath even after pulling her mouth away from Y/n’s sex, wiping the mess off of her lips. For a moment there she didn’t think she was going to let up on her, just keep lapping at her sweet sex until the night was over and Y/n could go no longer. But, she decided to spare her instead of taking her body to its limits. Zoe almost looked unphased by what just happened which is a stark contrast from how disheveled Y/n looks and feels.
"We should get back to practicing lines, should we not?"
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Selena Gomez/Older!Reader
Summary: AU! Selena is back home from college for the Summer, and she has a new neighbor who is making her insides turn. wc: 5.7k
Content: 3rd POV. Set in a different era, infidelity, older woman/younger woman, vouyerism, oral sex. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: My personal life has been slightly chaotic so I was really disconnected from writing/tumblr in general. Trying to dip my toe back in by posting an old story from 2018. Shout out to the anon who gave me the idea :) Enjoy!
In typical fashion, Selena woke-up around noon. Her post-sleep haze matches the feeling of waking up on a hot, summer day like this one. The air was thick and the outside light brightens her room. Ahead of her is a day of just lounging, just like she has done for the last two months. She was back home from college for break, and her mother was understanding of that. But, it annoys her to see her daughter slink out of her room well past one p.m. when she could be helping around the house or in the garden. But, she said nothing to her and just let her be lazy. Until the new neighbors moved in.
Of course her overzealous mother had befriended their new neighbors within a few short hours. Selena just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when her mother spots her. The enthusiasm in her mother's voice when she called her outside worried her.
"Selena, this is Maggie! Maggie, this is my daughter Selena. She's goes to school at Berkeley, but trust that she knows this town like the back of her hand! She'll show you all the fun spots around town."
Wait. What?
Selena realizes she must be making a face because her mom shoots her infamous 'be nice' glare. She doesn't know how or when she became responsible for this girl, but it surely ruins the rest of her Summer plans.
"Well, I'm gonna leave you two to get acquainted. I'll be inside helping Mrs. Y/L/N!"
Her mom trots away and Selena stands there in front of Maggie in awkward silence.
"So, Selly - oh, s it okay if I call you that? I give everyone nicknames! Anyway-"
Selena tunes the girl out as she talks about God knows what. Selena was no pessimist, but this girl's excitable nature is too much for her to handle. While Maggie's runs off at the mouth, oblivious to the fact that Selena is not paying attention, she stares her up and down. She was short and sorta frumpy, but what stood out about her was that she's draped in a tacky floral fabric. She proudly adorns a bad Debbie Harry hairdo and bold blue eyeshadow and rosy cheeks. The teenage losers in this town were bound to chew her up and spit her out. And, it's very obvious she can't take a hint to when someone wants her to shut up.
"Ok, ok, ok," Selena interrupts. Maggie finally shuts up and looks up at her with her big doe eyes. This girl is so innocent, Selena almost feels bad. Almost.
"This town is practically dead, and there are few good places to go. This tour, or whatever it is, won't last long."
"Oh, that's fine! I just want to go to the roller rink!"
Selena almost wants to laugh. She hasn't been to the roller rink since high school when it was her stomping grounds.
"No way. I haven't stepped foot in that place since I was 17. I'm damn near 20. I do not want to spend my night around horny 14 year olds."
Maggie's eyes widen at Selena's scandalous language which cause her to roll her eyes.
"Selly please! If they see me with you, someone mature and pretty, they'll think I'm cool!"
The girl clasps her hands together and presses up against Selena. She didn't think the girl's eyes could get any softer, but oh was she wrong.
In her head, her own memories of that roller rink as a teenager looking for fun come flooding in. Those nights of gossiping, laughing, kissing, and dancing to music were some of the best nights she's ever experienced. Maybe if Maggie gets a taste, she'll leave Selena alone.
"Fine," her stoic attitude doesn't stop Maggie from jumping up and down like a child. "Friday, seven o'clock. I'll come and get you."
Selena turns around to walk back to her house, but Maggie engulfing her in a huge hug from behind stops her in her tracks.
"Thank you Selly!"
-
It felt like the longest day of year watching the day turnover into night.
After the encounter with Maggie, Selena hid away in her room, so her mother wouldn't get anymore big ideas. Lucky for her, her parents turned in early for the night. With her father picking up extra hours and her mother slaving away in the garden, they're not as vigilante as they were when she was in high school. This gave her freedom to go to their attic. She tiptoes out of her room and up the creaky stairs that lead to the attic door. She's careful not to let the old door squeak too much just in case one of her parents decide to get up.
Selena never understood why her parents were so adamant about no one being allowed up here. It was just dusty, filled with cobwebs, old furniture, and her parent's records. Boxes of old family photos stack on top of each other and there are some relics stored in the corners. Selena had snuck friends and boys in here plenty of times and she never understood her parent's secrecy.
She starts thumbing through the records looking for her dad's Seal and Croft album that was slowly becoming the soundtrack of her boring Summer. Dropping the needle and hearing the first notes of the record was her current obsession.
Dim moonlight comes through the dusty room providing her with enough light to see. She moves over to the window to crack it open and get some air, but a lit-up room caught her attention. She was so used to the house, now occupied by Maggie and her family, being empty that the light stood out like a sore thumb.
There were no curtains to block the view of inside the room. From the attic, Selena was able to peer down into the room and could see whoever was walking around the room perfectly. Despite the person being on the second floor and Selena being on the top, she hides herself like a small child who still wanted to sneak a peak at something.
The person in the room was obviously a woman. It wasn't Maggie based on the hair color. The woman looked pretty young, but Maggie nor Selena's mom mentioned an older sister, cousin, or any other girl staying there. It has to be Maggie's mother. Maggie had to get her looks from her father because this woman looks like a supermodel; like the older girls Selena sees on campus. 'Maybe she was a teen mom' Selena thinks to herself.
The woman, Maggie's mother, walks back-and-forth, passing the window every time in nothing, but a towel. Selena was no voyeur, but she couldn't pull her eyes away. She flinched when she hears a man's voice thinking it's her father, but the voice came from the same room as Maggie's mother. It must be Maggie's father. Selena can't make out what they're saying unfortunately. Not like anything other than Maggie's mother had her full attention. This woman was…a woman. Selena found many girls attractive, but this felt different. And, imagine her surprise when the woman starts to unwrap the towel from her body.
Her eyes widen watching the white cotton fall to the ground. It sent a jolt through her and lit up the area between her legs. Selena was no better than the high school boys she ragged on earlier; she's becoming hornier as he seconds roll on. Something compels her to touch herself. 'I'll be quick' she says in her head before eagerly shoving her hand in her pajama shorts. She leans back to turn the volume dial on the recorder player up just a bit. She rather her parents wake up to music instead of her moans.
Selena doesn't masturbate often because it's not hard for her to find a guy to get her off, but she loves an exciting situation. It's the thrill of risky sexual situations that she loves and chases after.
Her lack of skill in masturbating shows in how she touches herself: fast and without any rhythm. Her hands move sloppily against hands while watching her new neighbor in the nude. Her breast move as she wanders around the room and her pert nipples look so soft. Even though her underwear is still on, her ass looks do supple and round, Selena just wants to sink her teeth into the flesh.
Selena grinds hard against her hand to work for her orgasm. Her cries out lowly. She doesn't know this woman's name and she can't remember what her mom had referred to her as. So, she settles for 'baby'. She repeats the pet name over and over again until it goes from long cries to short whimpers. She rubs a finger up and down her slit, teasing herself. Watching the woman do something so simple like moving around her room topless. But, it turns her on so much seeing her half-naked and how her panties barely contain her booty.
She begins to finger her wet pussy. She finally felt full, a feeling she has not felt all Summer. She imagines its Maggie's mom instead of her own hand. An experienced woman would know, or at least should know, how to pleasure her. Would the woman be soft and gentle with her pussy? Or would she be more domineering and make Selena do things she never dreamt of doing. The question turned her insides to fire.
While keeping her pace rough and sloppy, Selena's hips buck and with each thrust her finger goes deeper and deeper inside of her. Her warm walls grip around the finger invading her pussy. Selena is secretly impressed with herself that she is able to suppress her moans.
When she finally cums, she cums hard. Harder than she's had in a while. Her pussy is so red and swollen from being turned out, and from practically beating her pussy up. She was in such a rush that she had forgotten that she was spying on Maggie's mother. When she opened her eyes the bedroom light was no longer on and someone had drawn the blinds. With a huff, Selena musters up the energy to compose herself, shuts off the record player, and retreat back to her room.
-
Time ticks along, and it's finally Friday. The last two days have been odd for Selena. Ever since her indirect contact with her neighbor, she's all Selena can think about. She's even had a dream or two about the woman. She feels like such a pervert when she'd remember how she came all over her hand watching Maggie's mom undress. Selena wants her so, so bad. Some of this eagerness and want prompts her to go next door for her chance to finally see the woman face to face. Selena skips explaining where she's going to her mom and makes a beeline to Maggie's. To her dismay, Maggie is the one to open the door when she knocks.
"Selena! You're here early!"
The slight scowl on Selena's face didn't deter Maggie. In her mind Selena showing up early meant she was just as excited as she was. When Maggie makes her comment, Selena realizes she is send the girl the wrong signals. But, Selena isn't completely heartless. If this girl really believed Selena was her friend, then Selena will go along with it. Especially since her mother is so hot.
"I'm all ready! Let's go!"
Maggie begins to shut her front door. "Wait!" Selena's impulse makes her say. Maggie is confused at the interjection.
"Um, is your mom home?"
"Not right now. Why?"
"Uh, well…my mom needs me to ask her something," Selena comes up with a lie quickly. She felt like there was a little devil on her shoulder making her impulse levels rise. She's done embarrassing things for crushes, but this wasn't some random college boy she seen on campus; this was her annoying neighbor's mom who was nearly 25 years older than here. "It's nothing important though," she continues. "Let's go."
-
They arrive at the roller rink and to Selena's surprise, within five minutes, Maggie slinks away with a group of guys and girls that look a few years too old to hang around with her. But, Selena isn't one to talk seeing as she would date guys who were way too old for her in high school (and, she still does, if she's being honest with herself).
It's hard to admit, but Selena feels a bit like a loner. Most of the kids were out of her age range, or everyone was with their group of friends. Even Maggie with her unbearable ways found people to waste a Friday night with.
About an hour into the night, Selena was ready to go. She just sat there alone at a booth in the food court messing around with her french fries that were slowly becoming cold. She wants to find Maggie and just leave already. She gets up and walks towards the entrance, but not before rolling her eyes at two high school kids making out.
Selena stands in the lobby. Kids and teens rush around her and move without a care in the world. But, in the group of kids she still doesn't spot Maggie. She scans the place, but with all the people here it'd be nearly impossible to spot her. Then she gets a hunch that she's out back at "the spot." It might not even be a thing anymore, but it takes a while for traditions to die out. And, to her surprise, Selena was right. Maggie was there with her new friends, leaning against the wall with some guy's arm draped over her.
"Maggie!"
Selena catches the attention of the entire group. Selena didn't recognize not one of the faces she was with including the guy Maggie was all over. She guesses they were in high school by the time Selena had graduated. Maggie's face lights up when she sees her.
"Ooh, Selena come here! Come meet my friends!"
"No, Maggie it's time to go."
"Come on, it's not even 8:30 yet," one of her new friends interject. Selena ignores the girl, and walks closer to the blonde," she says sternly. Maggie's smile starts to fade away, and the guy she's with doesn't taking a liking to that.
"Hey, you doesn't have to go-"
"Shut up," Selena shuts the boy down. Selena watches the look on Maggie's turn into a frown, and that little angel on her shoulder starts to feel guilty.
"If you're not home by nine, I'll have your ass, Maggie," Selena scolding the girl reminds her of her own mom. The blonde sobers up and nods her head understandingly. Selena turns around and heads towards her house. As she walks away she can hear giggles coming from the group of teens.
-
It's well past ten o'clock now, and no word from Maggie. The static of the tv rings in Selena's ears while she stares up at the ceiling. She decides it'd be best to see if Maggie made it home so her mom won't chew her out.
The front porch light is on at her neighbor's house. Someone is at home, but Selena has a feeling it's not Maggie. She works up the courage to go knock on the wooden door. Selena feels: one part wants Maggie's mom to open up the door, but another part of her wants the annoying blonde to be the one behind it.
Selena hears rustling behind the door, and a muffled voice.
She opens the door.
"Oh, Hi. Can I help you?"
Her voice falls so sweetly on Selena's ears. Of course she'd have an angelic voice.
"Hi, um- I'm just seeing if Maggie made it home. I'm Selena, the neighbor." Selena stammers through her entire sentence and she's mentally hitting herself over the head. The woman's eyes light up when she realizes who this girl at her door is. "Oh Selena! I've heard so much about you!" Selena's heart flutters like a school girl with a huge crush on the boy in her class. Instantly she figures out where Maggie gets so much pep. The way the talk is eerily similar, even the small inflections are the same. But, Selena finds it more endearing than annoying when it comes to this attractive woman.
In response to her, Selena just gives a weak smile.
"Maggie isn't home yet, but she'll probably be back soon. You can come in and wait for her if you want!"
She nods her head eagerly. She couldn't care less about if Maggie made it home on time, but any opportunity to be around her mother was something she was going to take advantage of. The woman steps aside for Selena to walk past her. Selena steps into the foyer of their house. The moment she steps in, the house feels so welcoming and warm. It even smells like someone had just baked fresh cookies.
"You can have a seat on the couch, I will get you something to drink."
A part of her feels like she intruding (especially after what she did the other night), but it's enticing for Selena to stay. She sits awkwardly on the couch and waits. "Here you go!" A voice interrupts her thoughts. Selena takes the glass, of what she assumes is lemonade and, returns the smile.
"Thank you Mrs.-" Y/n's voice interrupts Selena before she can drown in the embarrassment for not knowing her neighbor's last name. "You don't have to be formal with me sweetheart. Just call me Y/n."
Selena doesn't know what makes her melt more, the pet name Y/n just called her or learning her name. Y/n. It's such a beautiful name and it's suits her beauty even more. Selena says it a few times in her head and thinks about how sweetly it'd roll of her tongue when she's thinking about her later.
"Your mom tells me that you go to school in Berkeley! You must be really smart, that's a tough school to get into. My Maggie wants to go to a school in Nebraska," she takes a moment to sigh and shake her head. "That girl is something else, but she doesn't cause much trouble so I am grateful for her." Selena just nods and feels a bit stupid she doesn't have anything to respond to that with. But, luckily Maggie's mom, Y/n, changes the topic. And, does she have a mouth on her. She brings up the most random topics, but Selena doesn't mind at all. In fact, she loves it; loves hearing this woman talk mindlessly because it allows her to drift off into the dirty thoughts she is having about her. Her face grows hot at thought of Y/n using her mouth on her.
When Y/n stops talking Selena instantly notices.
"Hmm, it's 9:14. Maggie never stays out this late. Did she meet someone?"
Selena contemplates whether to tell Y/n that Maggie was with a group of people, and that group included a boy who was all over her. She can think of many times in high school where her friends have saved her ass and lied for her when she was with a boy. Selena may not particularly like Maggie, but someone has to have her back.
"She was. Some random girls, I'm not entirely too sure who they were. I think one might have been the little sister of my old classmate," Selena lies perfectly.
"They probably met some boys and forgot the time. I know how girls are. I remember my teen years sneaking around," she lets out a lighthearted laugh. Selena infatuation grows finding out at how lax Y/n is. She's almost jealous of Maggie and wishes her mom was this realistic about things instead of being so harsh about boys (which caused Selena to sneak around for years). "You're probably right. The skating rink is kind of a hook-up spot," Selena finally contributes to the conversation. She feels less tense, even though some dirty thoughts are still lingering in her head, Y/n makes her feel so comfortable. "It seems boys and Maggie don't mix. She's very awkward," Y/n admits. "I bet you have luck with boys. You should help Maggie out and give her some advice." Selena can feel her face go red. "I don't know. I think she'll be fine. She doesn't attract the type of guys I attract, so she should be fine."
Y/n just smiles sweetly.
"You know at your age, I had a girlfriend."
Selena's eyes are probably wide as saucers. Y/n just dropped that bomb so casually.
"It was a secret of course," she adds.
"Wow…wow, that's…crazy?" Selena isn't sure how to respond at the revelation. "She was my best friend. It was a fling, and it ended our friendship because I got with Maggie's father, but I don't regret it at all. Sometimes I miss it, I miss her. I love my husband, but a woman's touch is much different." Y/n's confession feels like something she should tell a diary or a close friend, not her neighbor's daughter. But, a part of her feels special that this woman is comfortable enough to confide in her about something that seems really personal. "Hopefully I'm not over-stepping, but have you ever been with a woman?" she asks. Selena musters up a response, "I've kissed a couple at parties, but that's it." Y/n moves closer to her on the already small couch. She raises her hand to cup Selena's face. "That surprising. Especially considering how pretty you are." She pulls her hand away. Selena still feels her hand against her skin.
In a lapse of judgement, Y/n leans forward and presses her lips against Selena's. The kiss is so soft and sweet. But, Y/n pulls away, the look on her face one of pure horror.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're too young and I'm your neighbor."
"No, it's okay."
Selena own words surprise her, but mentally says 'fuck it'. She wanted this so bad, and now she finally has it. She wants it. She needs it.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?'
Y/n just smiles and nods her head.
Selena returns the kiss. A jolt flies through her body. This was the most taboo thing she's ever done. She feels Y/n's arms wrap around her and the embrace of an older woman is so inviting. Her hands rub up and down Selena's back in such a sensual way. Their lips start to move together. Selena melts into Y/n. She feels safe and cared for, something she's never felt with previous hook-ups before.
Neither are sure who let the kiss get wild, but their tongues begin to crash into each other. They were getting sloppier by the minute. It was an exhilarating feeling for both, one who had never kissed like this and the other who hasn't been kissed like this in years. It was passionate and full of lust.
Y/n pulls away and rest her forehead against Selena's. They both pant from not having the stamina to keep up with the tumultuous kiss they just shared. Y/n's fingers dance around the hemline of Selena's skirt.
"Once I start, I'm not going to stop. I need you to make sure you're okay with this," Y/n's voice is deeper and the sweetness is gone; her tone is wrapped in desire. "Flash me your panties if you want me to touch you."
Selena leans back against the arm of the couch. She spreads her legs as wide as she can in her denim skirt, and that's good enough for Y/n. She licks her lips at the flash of her thin panties, and can't help but imagine what it looks like underneath. And, she gets to find out so soon. It's wrong, but exciting and the pouty Brunette is too enticing not to get a taste of.
"With everything your mom told me, you sounded like a good girl. But, you're just another little college-aged slut," her voice is stern, but still has that sweet tone to it. Their lips meet each other once again. The lust between them grows to a fever pitch, and Selena gropes Y/n's breast through her blouse. She's a little too handsy and rough, making it obvious she has never truly hooked up with a girl before. Y/n decides she's going to show her the ropes tonight.
Y/n breaks their kiss. Selena's lips are swollen and redder than normal. Y/n thinks she looks so cute there with that wild look in her eye and her hair a little mussed up.
"Unbutton my blouse," Y/n commands.
Selena undoes every button as fast as she can before Y/n's bare chest is exposed. While Selena stares absent-mindedly, Y/n starts to fiddle my with the bottom of Selena's shirt. She gets the soft cotton over her head, and off her body. It gets tossed to some random spot in the room. Selena unhooks the bra before Y/n can do so and now they're both topless. Y/n gently caresses Selena's breast before embracing her again and kissing her. Their bare bodies press against each other, breast to breast. The way their nipples poke each other is so teasing for both.
Selena goes from Y/n's lips and straight to her neck, peppering her sensitive skin with sweet kisses. The older woman hums delight. Her breath hitches when Selena runs her tongue across her flesh. Her wandering tongue travels down to her needy breast. Selena's tongue glides over the taut nipple. She sucks on her nipple like a greedy child. Her hand kneads the other breast, giving it the attention it craved. "So naughty," Y/n breathes out. She runs her hand through Selena's locks.
As much as she wants Selena to keep going, Y/n wants to pleasure her too.
"Lie on your back."
Selena hesitantly pulls away from Y/n, but listens to her command. When she gets into position, she spreads her legs out for Y/n. Y/n hikes her skirt up so it's around her waist. There is a visible wet spot on Selena's panties.
"This is turning you on, huh? Such a sweet little slut. You have such a nice body."
Y/n slides her hand across Selena's smooth skin and feels her up. "I want you so bad. Please touch me," Selena whines desperately. Selena the edge of her panties and pulls them to the side, showing Y/n a bit of her pussy. She was glistening and swollen from being so turned on. "You sure are a bossy, naughty girl," Y/n laughs.
She slowly slides a finger into Selena's pussy. It's just one, but the relief blows Selena's mind. Her pussy was so receptive to just one finger, so Y/n slides in two more. Selena feels full with those three delicate fingers inside of her. Her walls wrap around them as they move in her. Y/n was sort of surprised out how Selena's pussy was flowing with arousal. Y/n smiles when she hears Selena start to moan. The girl doesn't try to hide them at all as she confidently cries out.
The taboo nature of this turns Y/n on. She was cheating on her husband, but not just with some random man. She was fingering her new neighbor's young daughter. Y/n withdraws her fingers from Selena's pussy and sticks them in her mouth, tasting her sweet nectar. "You're still soaking. Looks like I need to clean that pussy of yours up." Soon, the panties come off and the cool air hits Selena's clit, giving it some relief. Y/n bends down her places her face right near Selena's pussy. She kisses each inner thigh, and her pussy lips. Finally, her lips land right on Selena's clit. Her lips barely touched her, but because of how sensitive she is, Selena could feel it all. "Yessssssss," Selena draws out in great satisfaction.
"I bet your little boyfriends take care of you like this. They don't care about your pleasure like I do."
"They Don't! They Don't!" Selena yells out in passion.
Her tongue slides against Selena's clit making her moan at that contact. Her mind was melting at the incredible pleasure. The ministrations of her tongue was better than anything Selena had felt before, even orgasms she's had before. So, in the back of her mind she wonders how she's going to survive when she actually cums all over this woman's tongue. Seeing Y/n's beautiful face between her legs and working her pussy makes her heart drop. Y/n eats her pussy like a delicious fruit. She wraps her lips around the girl's swollen bud and sucks with fervor. Her fingers grip the flesh of her hips; her fingers will leave fresh imprints for the next day. Selena wants to grind herself against Y/n's face, but can't because the woman is holding her in place. Her hands go from Y/n's hair and to her own breast.
Y/n pulls her mouth away to inspect Selena's pussy. She licks her lips at the sight of her messy pussy. After taking a hand off of Selena's hip, she uses two of her fingers to spread her folds apart. Her sticky folds are wet with her own juices and Y/n's slobber. It's so sexy to watch how them come apart. Selena's pussy is engorged with pleasure and the soft flesh has gone from a pretty pink color to scarlet. Her finger outlines her dripping slit before applying pressure to her clit. A haze of exhilaration falls over Selena when Y/n kisses her clit again. She spreads her legs even wider this time when Y/n starts to suck on her little pussy again. Y/n laps hungrily at her. It seems as if Y/n is getting just as much pleasure out of this as Selena is. Y/n truly missed the taste of pussy and how it felt to have a beautiful girl in her mouth.
Between half-shut eyes, Selena can see Y/n looking up at her. Looking at her intently. Her tongue applies more pressure to her clit and those beautiful moans fall on her ears. Their deviant noises mix and echo throughout the room. She hums against Selena's clit and the vibrations sends a chill up her spine. "Please keep eating my pussy," she begs. Y/n's hands find their way back to Selena's hip and she pulls her pussy closer to her mouth.
"Oh god, Y/n, it feels so good!" Selena chokes out. "I've never felt like before. You make me feel so good," she continues with passion.
Selena's back arches as a searing bubble in her belly is about to burst. She's seeing stars and feels like she's floating on a cloud. She shuts her eyes tight to brace herself.
She never thought she'd experience the cliché "wave of pleasure," but there is no other way to describe the orgasm that hits her like a freight train. She can no longer hold herself together. Her hands flail around, but she's in too deep to even be embarrassed. Her body contracts with every spasm and Y/n can feel her shaking against her mouth. Her chest feels so tight and she ceases to breathe for a few seconds that feel like an eternity. Goosebumps raise up and down her arms and her skin tingles.
Oxygen finally fills her lungs again. Her limbs feel gangly as she comes down from the intense high. "Y/n," she says breathlessly. Selena's body feels numb and she doesn't even feel Y/n clean up the sticky mess between her legs with little licks.
Y/n wraps her arms around Selena's waist and rests her head on her lower stomach.
They lay there for a few more minutes before Y/n unwraps herself and sits up. She's half-ashamed, half-aroused. Maybe in the morning she'll be regretful, but at the moment, she's not.
Selena sits up with the energy she does have and leans on Y/n.
"That was better than I imagined." The comment causes Y/n to raise her brow.
"Better than you imagined?"
"It's a long story," Selena explains still embarrassed about the fact that she masturbated to Y/n without her knowing. It's silly for her to still feel like that especially since she just ate her out.
Selena gets up from the couch and starts looking for her shirt and panties to avoid any chance of an awkward silence forming.
"I should probably go. Maggie, or your husband, might come back soon."
"You can stay here if you want. In the morning I will tell your mom you and Maggie had a sleepover."
Selena can't say no. She simply nods her head at the proposition and Y/n smiles. Selena dresses herself and tries to fix her hair a bit in the little mirror on the wall before joining Y/n on the couch again. Y/n can't help, but to wrap around her arms around the cute girl again. Selena is sort of surprised at her affection, but returns it and wraps her arms around her too. Y/n is still topless and Selena can feel her bare breast through her t-shirt.
They cuddle each other on the small couch until Selena realizes Y/n has fallen asleep. The low purring of her breathing and the rise and fall of chest is soothing and Selena herself almost falls asleep. But, knowing what would happen if they someone were to catch them like that, Selena gets up, finds a blanket, and covers Y/n up.
Selena sneaks out the house as quietly and quickly as she can. And, as if she wasn't having a stroke of luck that night, the moment she gets back to her house, a car pulls up and out comes Maggie without a care in the world. Selena rolls her eyes, but can't judge the blonde.
Tonight has cracked open a whole new world for Selena. She's not going to look at her neighbor the same way, and won't even be able to look at Maggie the same. In the middle of the night she starts to even wonder if she wants to date or fuck another man again. No one before has made her feel the way the older, beautiful woman next door made her feel. And, no one ever will again.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Sabrina Carpenter/Reader
Summary: You're in the practice rooms with the one woman who can make you hit the highest of notes. WC: 0.6k WORDS.
Content: 3rd POV. College!AU, Crushes to lovers, semi-public sex, lots of teasing from Sabrina, oral (reader receiveing). (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: A little rework of one of my luvcherry blurbs. I've been a little MIA due to irl burnout, but I've been feeling the itch to write again! I will probably open the inbox back up in a few weeks :)
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"Moaning makes for a good vocal warm up, honey," Sabrina teases before kissing the back of Y/n's thigh.
Y/n was gripping the black piano so hard she thought it was going to break somehow. She had let Sabrina convince her to sneak into the practice room to do something other than singing unlike the other girls in their choir class. In the rooms next to them Y/n can hear them practicing their vocal warm-ups and pieces but here she is, trying her best to hold back a moan while Sabrina's finger plays with her dripping folds.
"Gotta be quiet, okay? Don't wanna get caught now…"
Her voice is so taunting and it makes Y/n drip. She's so embarassed by how her body responds so easily and how her legs further part on their own. Sabrina is taking her sweet time running her finger along Y/n's puffy lips and watching how her finger collects her slick. She can't believe she convinced Y/n to sneak off with her like this. She's been trying to get Y/n to budge on doing something with her for weeks now. They're sort-of-kind-of girlfriends' at this point and she just wants to make her feel good.
Y/n gasps when she feels Sabrina scissor her lips open and licks her exposed clit. She further bends over the piano, her boob hitting one of the notes which makes her jump.
"I told you to be quiet!" Sabrina whispers as she lightly chastises her. She finds it so cute how Y/n is a flustered mess and can't even handle light touching and her tongue only touching her pussy once.
Once a few seconds pass, Sabrina grabs onto Y/n's thighs and buries her face in her pussy from behind. Y/n slaps her hand over her mouth to hide her uncontrollable moans. They're muffled but Sabrina can hear them perfectly. She hums against her pussy, loving the taste and feeling of her soft flesh on her wet tongue. Y/n begins to tremble in her embrace as Sabrina moves to suck on her clit. Her mouth is aggressive on her poor pussy as she eats her out hungrily. Sabrina feels like Y/n has been teasing her with her cute face for weeks and now that she finally has her in a vulnerable state, she can't help but show how insatiable she is.
She begins to lap at Y/n's clit which prompts more sweet whimpers from Y/n's mouth. Y/n reckons that she can pull her hand away from her mouth and control herself a bit more now. She looks back to see Sabrina on her hands and knees, eyes closed as she works her tongue lovingly against Y/n's clit. She's going to have bruises on her knees tomorrow from them digging into the hard floor but she struggles to care when she has something so delicious in her mouth. She's obsessed with Y/n's cute pussy and how good she tastes.
"I'm gonna cum Sabrina," Y/n whispers desperately. It's a miracle that she can keep this quiet with Sabrina's tongue pressed flatly against her clit but it proves to be a challenge when she cums all over her crush's tongue.
Sabrina hums against her pussy once more and it sends a vibration through Y/n's body. She's whimpering again because she's feeling so weak. Sabrina reluctantly pulls away from her dripping sex; she'd love to spend more time licking her out but they aren't exactly in the most safe location. She stares at the mess she helped to create and smirks to herself.
"You really liked it, didn't you?"
"Shut up," Y/n brushes her off as she pulls down her skirt. Her face is hot from the teasing and she can barely look Sabrina in the eye.
"Time to warm up…don't want to get caught not doing any work, do we?"
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idk if you take requests but... maybe take this more like an idea yk... you should definitely write lara raj from katseye x reader!!
pairing: Katseye Lara/Reader/Daniela
content: 2nd pov, threesome, teasing, dirty talk, heavy petting, oral sex (reader receiving).
A/N: Hope you don't mind I turned this into a threesome :) I've been on a threesome kick lately.
You thought you were just envisioning this; your active imagination running wild to allow you to see such a pretty girl between your legs. It was the continual touch you received from the other pretty girl that reminds you this is not just all in your head.
"She's so wet, Dani. I wish you could see."
Lara pulls your swollen lips apart with her perfectly manicured fingers. Your arousal makes you sticky and they part slowly. Lara bites her lip, feeling like a pervert inspecting you so closely, but she's never seen someone so wet for her like this. She wants to bury her face in your twat already, but she and Daniela were having a little more fun with their game than expected.
You sink deeper into Daniela's embrace as you feel heavier. Her hard nipples poke your back through the thin layers of material you are both wearing. The little white tank-top on you leaves little to the imagination for the other two. Daniela's hand skirts across the exposed skin of your lower belly and she gently rubs you. Your body was begging for more attention, whether it was your pussy or your tits, you just wanted something. A whine leaves your lips and both girls just so happen to laugh at the same time. You should feel some shame for acting like this, but you were so desperate.
Daniela rests both of her hands on your lower stomach and slowly begins to run them up your body. As she does so, your tank top begins to move along with the drag of her hands. She exposes your tits to Lara who’s gawking up at you. Your nipples are so hard, begging to be sucked. Daniela takes each nipple between her fingers and squeezes the sensitive buds. You moan louder than you wanted to but you’re too happy because you’re finally getting what you want. You arch your back at the sensations that prickle your body as Daniela plays with your nipples. Her hot breath tickles your neck before she presses her soft lips against your skin.
Lara is so turned on by the sight of you two that she has to press her legs together to get some relief on her clit. You were beginning to squirm as Daniela groped your tits and caressed your body all while leaving love bites on the side of your neck. You just looked too delicious not to eat, and soon you had Lara licking your thighs to add to the pleasure. You were already a hot mess between those legs, but now your arousal was dripping onto the couch beneath you. She grabs both of your thighs and her fingers dig into the plush of your thighs. You’re feeling so spoiled yet deprived at the same time because Lara doesn’t have that pretty mouth of hers on your pussy.
“Please,” you whine, not caring how you sounded to them.
“Please what, baby?” Daniela coos at you. She, just as much as you, wants to see Lara eat your pretty pussy.
“I want her mouth,” you first say to Daniela, but when you open your eyes after shutting them in pleasure, the first thing you see is Lara staring up at you with lust in her eyes. “Please, eat my pussy,” you beg.
Lara fulfills your wish, not waiting a second longer. She sticks her tongue in your pussy and moans at the taste of you. A hum comes deep from her throat as she satisfies herself with the feeling of your pussy on her tongue. You feel the vibration shake you to your core and your legs begin to shake. While she’s licking over the folds of your slick pussy, Daniela is still toying with your tits but now in a rough manner. You weren’t the only one in the room getting worked up and it began to show in the way they treated you.
Lara felt your clit pulse on her tongue when she finally pressed into it. It was driving her wild and fueled how she ate you out. She acted like she was starved, and little did you know that she’s been fantasizing about this since the first time she’s seen you. She considers herself lucky that you were spreading your legs so willingly for her. She kept licking at your clit, lathing it with her saliva only for it to mix with your juices to create a mess. The mixture was clinging to your thighs and her mouth. You could barely look down at her because it was so pornographic and all too much. Your moans also could rival any star in a scene.
“How does it feel, baby?” Daniela whispers in your ear. It was impossible for you to be able to cut through the noise of Lara’s mouth making the lewdest sounds against your pussy, but you couldn’t forget Daniela’s presence either.
“S-so good,” you try to say but Lara’s tongue renders you speechless.
Daniela looks down at her friend and feels herself getting wet at the sight of her eating pussy. She’s almost jealous of you the way you’re being devoured and spoiled. She reaches down and brushes a stray hair out of Lara’s face. When they make eye contact, Daniela feels something she’s never seen before and it’s exhilarating. All of this is only happening because it had been Lara’s suggestion that they try something with you. You were a cute girl to Daniela, but she knew Lara had this massive crush on you. One hand runs along the naked flesh of your torso while the other continues to play with your tits. She squeezes and tweaks your nipples until you can’t stand it anymore.
“I’m gonna cum!”
Making an announcement like that only makes the girls work harder to get you off. You didn’t think it was possible, but Lara sucks and licks you harder and intensely while Daniela starts to suck on your neck with more force. You’re on cloud nine, a feeling of floating in mid-air as you reach your high. You didn’t care about what mess you made against Lara’s face or how you shivered and shook in Daniela’s arms. You were completely blissed out.
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