I love when Angela likes a game and starts talking in absolutes. “We HAVE to play this EVERY DAY” “This is the BEST game EVER” “This should be a WHOLE SERIES”
࿔.ᐟ summary You go to Vicky's house exhausted after a mission, only to walk in on a usually enthralling sight, but tonight you're far too tired to do anything... at least that's how you feel at first but you never really could resist when it comes to Victoria.
࿔.ᐟ tw 18+ mdni, slight masturbation, soft sex, oral(v receiving), switch reader, switch Vicky, slight teasing, boob sucking, tribbing, praise(r receiving), cum, may have more?, first time writing smut (please bear with me, i tried my best)
It was already night by the time the mission you and The Boys were on ended. You were incredibly tired but didn’t feel like going home; the only thing you needed was to be in Victoria’s arms.
You had Hughie drop you off at her place. As you walked to the door you reached your hand into your bag, rummaging through it for the spare key that you kept. The two of you spent the majority of your down time at her house, as it was easier for you to move around than for both her and Zoe to go out.
The house was quiet when you entered, and you found a great sense of relief in that. The mission had taken a toll on you both physically and left you drained. You shut the door, dropped your bag and dragged your feet to the stairs after seeing no sign of either of your girls.
Perhaps they had gone to bed already.
You made your way up the stairs, devastatingly slow, the ache in your body hitting you harder with each step. Once you got close to Vicky’s bedroom door, you heard something.
Soft pants came from the other side.
You pushed the door open and were greeted by quite the sight. Victoria had been lying on her bed, still wearing her suit pants and the white tank she usually wore underneath her suit top. One hand was down her pants while the other lay limp beside her.
She startled slightly when you walked in, taking only a split second to register that it was you. Her breathing slowed from its previously rapid pace, and her face soften at the sight of your tired figure. Her lust was gone almost instantly.
“Hey, Vicky,” you said as you made your way to the bed. Any other time, you would’ve jumped her bones immediately at the scene that you had just walked into, but tonight you couldn’t even react.
Still, you tried to make light of it. “What ya’ doing, baby?” you asked.
Victoria caught on to what you were doing. “Got home and couldn’t stop thinking of you,” she responded honestly before sitting up and holding her arms out to you.
“You look absolutely defeated. C’mere, my love.” She beckons you over and you collapse into her arms. “I’m guessing the mission was rough?” She wraps one arm around your back and the other around your head.
“When are they not?” your response is muffled by the fact that your head is resting just below Victoria’s boobs.
She’d be lying if she said that having you on top of her like this wasn’t making her hornier than what she was just before you had entered, but you clearly needed something else right now so she pushed those thoughts away.
“Where’s Zoe?” you asked.
“She’s having a sleepover at a friend’s house. The one she was all excited about all of last week!”
“Ah, that’s tonight!? I remember now,” your words began to slur the more that Victoria ran her nails through your hair.
You found yourself moving lower down, your head now reaching her stomach where her tank top has risen up causing your face to be directly against her skin. Her skin which was always so soft and so warm.
You inhaled wanting to take in her scent because it usually brought you comfort, but instead of smelling her normal scent, you smelt the arousal coming from her womanhood… that your face was mere inches from.
That sent a rush to your core and your own womanhood almost instantly became wet.
That was the effect that Victoria Neuman had on you. Even as tired as you felt and as battered as your body was, it still couldn’t resist responding to her.
Your mind went back to the soft pants and the image of her with a hand down her pants from just minutes ago. You were definitely having it a response to it now.
Fuck, you needed her.
Victoria’s hand stopped, hovering just above your head when she felt you shift on top of her. At first she thought you were just getting into a more comfortable position but your head moved further down before you were just above the waistband of her suit pants.
You placed a soft kiss right there and then you slowly lifted your arms so that your hands could tug down her pants, the buttons already undone from earlier, making the process incredibly easy.
“I thought you were tired?” Victoria asked, slightly confused but still lifting her hips so that you could slide her pants down her legs.
Once her pants were gone you had a clear a view of her white, lacy panties, the ones she knew you loved, and a big wet spot right in the middle.
At the sight before you all the previous exhaustion was wiped from your body and something new took over you.
“Yeah, but I’m also hungry baby,” your eyes remained on her wet spot as you inched your face closer and closer, “so, so hungry.”
You felt Vicky shrill beneath you. You placed a kiss right over her panties.
“Fuck!” She whispered.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you smiled as you pushed her panties to the side and finally let your lips make contact with her bare pussy.
Victoria’s hand gripped your hair and you began sliding your tongue up and down her slit. She was already incredibly aroused from touching herself earlier which had brought her no relief, only making her needier for you. You lapped up and down her slick pussy, her juices making it easy for your tongue to slide along her folds. Picking up the pace of your actions causing Victoria’s hips to jerk upward, into you.
“Can you feel how my body is reacting to you?” She asked breathlessly, pushing the back of your head further down into her pussy.
You moaned into her and then opened your mouth wide taking as much of her as you can and then sucking. You repeated this action a few times, sucking slightly harder each time.
“Fuck, y/n!” Victoria moaned. “You’re doing so well, my love.”
At Vicky’s praise your own pussy became soaked. You moaned into her more and brought your hand up so you could rub at her clit.
The stimulation of both your mouth and hand on her sent Vicky into a frenzy and her hips started bucking uncontrollably. She felt herself reaching her peak.
You pulled your mouth away for a second. “I know you’re almost there, you going to cum for me baby?” You looked right into her eyes which had to pull themselves from the back of her head to meet yours.
Victoria moaned again in response and shoved your head back down into her wet pussy.
Between your licking, sucking and massaging of her most sensitive spots, Victoria was a moaning mess. It wasn’t long before you felt her back arch and her body writhe beneath you. She let out a loud scream of pleasure and white creamy liquid followed out of her in suit.
You moved your hand from her clit but your mouth remained, still lapping at her sensitive pussy. Both of your hands moved up to grip at her hips firmly pushing her body back down into the bed.
You take one last swirl at her cum covered pussy, tasting her juices on your lips, before fully pulling away. Gosh, how you could die a happy death down there.
As you came up, Vicky’s eyes opened up from her orgasm and she looked at you with full blown pupils.
Your lips locked on hers and you kissed her roughly, giving her a taste of herself from your within your mouth.
Vicky’s hand moved to reach down your pants and what she already knew was confirmed. You were drenched.
“Your-” she tried to get out between your hungry assault on her mouth, “your turn.” She finally got out and in a moment you were flipped over. Sometimes Victoria didn’t completely hate being a Supe.
She pulled off her tank top leaving her in only her underwear before moving to remove your pants. Eager for her, you worked on pulling off your own top and your bra followed soon after. Your panties were drenched all the way through.
“I need you Vicky.” You blurted.
Oh and how Victoria needed you right back. She began moving her head down to return the favour that you had previously done unto her but you tugged at her hair to stop her. “No, baby. I need to feel you.”
Victoria came up fully now, her eyes scanning over your figure beneath her. The mere sight of you like this filled her with pure ecstasy and her pussy was wet all over again. She moved down to kiss the valley between your breasts. A kiss on the left one and then a kiss on the right. And then she took the right one into her mouth and sucked. While she focused on your breasts your hands shakily moved to the clasp of her bra. You removed it, chucking it to the side. At this you felt her tender breasts rubbing against the skin of your abdomen as she continued sucking on each of your breasts.
You told her you needed her and this is what she decides to focus on!? She was teasing you, the cruel woman that she was.
“Enough teasing Victoria,” you rasped. Trying to be stern by using her full name.
“I need to feel you on me. Now!”
At that Victoria pulled away and moved off of you to remove her panties. You watched her every move. Her white panties clung to her as she pulled them off. Once she was completely bare she got rid of your panties too.
Your breath stopped and hers picked up as she hovered her bare pussy above yours.
“You ready?” She asked, her eyes never leaving the sight of you, wet and beneath her.
You couldn’t even form words, the most you could get out was a whimpered “mhm.”
She looked so ravishing, her bare brown skin glistening as her body hovered above yours. Her pussy was in line with yours and you felt drops of her wetness dripping down onto you.
Slowly and agonisingly Victoria brought herself down onto you. The moment you felt her heat on you, you whined. Your hands shot out to grip at the sheets. One of your legs was bent up while the other lay as spread out as it could go. Victoria’s one hand rests on the knee of your bent leg coaxing it down to spread you further.
“You’re so wet for me, my love” she coos. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Victoria starts moving her hips.
The slick from both of you making it easy for her to glide against you. Vicky starts slows and then picks up the pace.
Both of you are moaning in pure bliss.
“That good love?” She’s humping your pussy with hers. Up and down. Up and down.
You’re bucking into Vicky from below, trying to feel every bit of her.
Somewhere between it all, you ask, “Is this what you were imagining when you were touching yourself before I got home?”
This sends Victoria over the edge.
She grabs the part of your leg where your knee bends with one hand and the other snakes around your back. She tugs you up at both spots, Supe strength being put to use, so that your bodies are the closest they could possibly be. She grinds her wet pussy into yours like a rabbit in heat.
Both your climaxes build. You grip the sheets on either side of you as you feel the knot that has been building up in your stomach finally come undone, moaning your woman’s name out as you do so.
“You’re so pretty when you moan my name” Vicky coos.
At the feeling of you pulsating beneath her, Victoria also reaches her peak. Your pussies are dripping with cum as the white liquid gets mixed between your heats.
You’re both panting when Vicky lets go of you. Cold air hits your bits the moment that she moves away. Unable to get very far, her legs feeling wobbly, she reaches for her discarded tank on the floor and uses it to clean the two of you up down there. The two of you always made sure to take care on one another after sex, depending on who was more gone afterwards.
There’s a comfortable silence that comes over the room that was previously filled with erotic moans, while you both come down from the highs you just had.
Once you’re both sufficiently cleaned up, Vicky tosses the tank to the floor again and flops down beside you. You move to cuddle her and she pulls the blanket over you both. Your head rests under her chin and drape your arm around her waist. The exhaustion from earlier returns as your body is no longer distracted by being horny.
Victoria leans down to press soft a soft kiss on your damp forehead. She holds you close. “I love you, sweet girl.”
You’re already in dreamland.
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Can I please request an Arasha fic where the group is playing Werewolf and the reader is the minion or another Wolf or something that helps while Arasha is the Werewolf, and because of that the reader does everything in their power to make sure Arasha wins, either because of how much they love her and or maybe possibly a bribe? Something cutesy like that :3
Paws And Promises
Arasha Lalani x fem!reader
Authors Note : I literally squealed when I got this, I love Arasha so much and it's criminal how underrated she is and how little fics she gets. I also tried writing in third person instead, so pls tell me how you think of it!!
Warnings : N/A
Word Count : 1.5k
Summary : When you and Arasha are both paired as the werewolves, you know your crush (and competitive streak) push you to defend Arasha with all you have.
The game started out as normal, with Spencer as the host and a multitude of her friends playing, including Arasha, someone she considered as a close friend. The game went as normal, everyone lookes at their cards and Y/N glanced at hers to find Seer. She grinned as the game went on.
Shayne pressed play on the iPad that started the audio for the game. She listened intently, waiting for her turn. She waited for the werewolves, trying to hear any rustling, but surprisingly, there was none. Maybe the werewolves were just being sneaky.
Next was the minion. After that, it was her. She opened her eyes and looked at Spencer, she pointed at the deck to have two of the three middle cards revealed. He revealed them for there to be two werewolves. She gaped in surprise. No werewolves? "Seer, shut your eyes."
She did as the audio asked and waited patiently for all the players to do what they needed. Then it was time for them all to wake up. Opening her eyes, she glanced around suspiciously. Even if there were two werewolves in the centre, there was still the Tanner. Currently, the minion was irrelevant, with no werewolves to protect.
She waited patiently for others to say their roles. To accuse others, but she just waited for anyone to say anyone was a werewolf. She waited, staying silent as people grew increasingly suspicious of her. Courtney then spoke up.
"Y/N, you've been really quiet."
She looked up.
"Oh, uh, I've never played this before, so I'm just waiting so I can understand the basics of it all."
Arasha, Tommy and Amanda nodded, understanding that it was her first game. But what they didn't know was that she had watched most of the other werewolf games, except those without Arasha. But it wasn't solely because of that! Kind of.. Okay.. Maybe it was. But she couldn't help it! She was just.. Mentally inclined to watch it when Arasha appeared in it.
Then she got it. Courtney.
"Actually, I got the seer. I saw Y/N's card. She was a werewolf."
Her head snapped up. She grinned. Courtney paused.
"You're the Tanner."
One sentence was all she graced as Courtney spluttered.
"What, no, how, what?"
She straightened up.
"I'm the seer. I looked in the center and there was two werewolves."
Courtney's eyes widened as she struggled to find an excuse.
"Uh, why did you wait, if you were the seer?"
She grinned and leaned back. "I knew the two werewolves were in the center, but what I didn't know was if there was a Tanner, and I knew that if I didn't claim seer the Tanner would. Which is Courtney."
It was silent for a moment as the cogs in everyone's minds turned, making sense in Y/N's words.
"That was brilliant. You're brilliant." Arasha complimented which made her go red and stutter a thank you.
"Can we just, not vote, if there aren't any werewolves." Amanda asked. Spencer shrugged.
"I don't see why not." And so they didn't, and they won, everyone cheered for her and Arasha gave her a high five, which she cherished. And then it was time for the next round.
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The next round begun the same. She checked her card, minion.
"Hey! No peeking!" Shayne's voice rang through and she looked up to see Shayne bickering with Angela like they always did. Grinning, she looked at the camera and rolled her eyes playfully at the two acting like siblings.
Arasha giggled beside her and she glanced to see her laughing at herself. She tilted her head and gave her almost a lovesick smile that the viewers would no doubt zero in on immediately. They had caught on to her crush and she had seen enough edits of the two to know that.
Everyone put their cards back onto the table and Amanda started the game this time.
"Shut your eyes."
Y/N did as she asked and waited for her turn to go.
"Everyone close your eyes." She raised a brow at the audio, everyone had already shut their eyes and they didn't need the audio for that.
"Werewolves, wake up and look for other werewolves. If there is only one werewolf, you may look at a card from the center." As the audio quietened, she felt a shift beside her. Was Arasha the werewolf? She didn't know, but she would in a minute.
"Werewolf, close your eyes. Minion, open your eyes." Opening them, she glanced around. "Werewolves, stick out your thumb." She immediately looked at Arasha who had her thumb out. She grinned and shut her eyes at the audios request.
Then it was the seer, then the robber, and after that the troublemaker, then the drunk, and lastly, the insomniac.
"Everyone, reached out and move your card." She did so holding her hand out and brushing her hand against Arasha's accidentally. Her face heated up slightly and she shook her head, trying to get rid of the blush.
"Everyone, open your eyes!" She did so and glanced at Arasha who was already looking at her, she gave a small smile before focusing on what was at hand.
She was silent as everyone said their roles. This time Courtney was the robber, and that she swapped with Tommy who was the seer, and she found her opening. She laughed and everyone turned to her.
"What happened?"
"What's so funny?"
She waved a hand. "Oh, it's just, I'm the troublemaker and I swapped Tommy and Courtney's cards, which means what Courtney did, had no effect."
Courtney and the others laughed with her. Except for Tommy, who was eyeing her suspiciously.
"That's weird, because I checked the centre and one of the cards was the troublemaker."
She froze, trying to seem like a werewolf who had just been caught. She gave them a fake laugh.
"Oh, really? Uh.. That's.. Weird.." She fumbled, trying to find an excuse, but it was no use as they all voted her. She grinned triumphantly as she flipped over her card to reveal the minion.
"I win!"
Everyone groaned but Arasha gave her a high five and whispered to her.
"Good job. You're good at lying. Almost as good as me."
She rubbed the back of her neck, nervously laughing.
"Well, no one can be better than you."
She then heard a wolf whistle from her other side and felt Angela nudge her, she turned to her to find Angela with a smirk on her face. Immediately, she went red, knowing that Angela had also caught on to her little crush. She simply shushed her as the third, and final, game was prepared.
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It was now the third, and final, round. She glanced at everyone's faces. She had gotten the werewolf and was curious who else had also gotten it. She didn't get a proper chance though, instead, Shayne started the audio and everyone had to shut their eyes.
"Werewolves, look for other werewolves. If there is only one, you may look at a card in the centre." She opened her eyes and looked around until she met eyes with Arasha. Her eyes widened as Arasha gave her a small smile and a wave. She smiled back, shyly.
"Werewolves, close your eyes." She was about to, but Arasha gave her a wink before shutting her eyes, her face heated up as she screwed her eyes shut tightly.
"Minion, open your eyes, werewolves, please hold a thumbs up out for the minion to see." She did as the audio wanted. Pulling her hand back, she felt her hand brush Arasha's, but it seemed almost deliberate. She mentally shook her head, no, it was just delusions. There was no way Arasha had even an ounce of attraction towards her.
Before she knew it, it was time for them to open their eyes, she blinked them open, her eyed adjusting to the light after shutting them with such force.
She watched as everyone discussed, before jumping in on the conversation, she went to claim a role but.. "I'm the hunter!" Both her and Arasha said in unison before glancing at each other, she knew she needed to think fast so she corrected herself. "I was the robber before I swapped me and Arasha, so I'm the hunter now, and she's the robber."
Everyone nodded in understanding and continued accusing other people, meanwhile, Arasha gave her a smile and a high five under the table as the others discussed. The two worked together, adding on to each other's sentences and backing the other up, just enough for them to have solid alibis and make accusations, but not too much that they became suspicious and by the end of the timer, everyone pointed to Shayne except for Shayne himself who pointed to Angela.
Shayne revealed his card to be the seer, and everyone groaned and looked around for the werewolves. The two revealed their cards at the same time and Arasha cheered, giving Y/N a side hug, she grinned, full of adrenaline, as her face went red slightly, not enough to be noticeable.
If this is how every game went, she decided she didn't mind playing. In fact, she wanted to play more, just because of the possibility that herself and Arasha could team up again. Because, even though she wouldn't admit it aloud, she liked Arasha, and liked how well they both worked together.
synopsis: you and angela visit a new city together and while exploring find a cute little sexuality boutique. curious you buy some fun new toys
warnings: dildos, vulgar language, pet names, angela is a little dom
a/n: this is late i know im sorry!! i really thought about titling this dildo kno? you can find the kinktober masterlist here!
You and Angela were in a new city visiting for a small vacation. You two had been celebrating a year together so you figured a cute New England town was the best place to be. It was a cute quiet town, the fresh smell of rain and food as you walked down the brick street looking around at all the fun stores. You had come up to a street full of shops and stumbled on a small sexuality boutique, you both were curious so you went in and checked it out.
The store was small but had a lot to show, dildos, vibrators, anal beads, I mean you name it they had it. You and Angela hadn’t experimented too much in the year you had been together so you figured this would be the best time to do it. You both spent at least an hour in the store getting feedback on toys that would be good for you both. Walking out of the store with a big bag and red cheeks.
You both were feeling excited, not wanting to wait you basically ran back to the hotel. The giddiness in your body going straight to your core. Speed walking down the hall to your shared hotel room, Angela fumbled the key. You dropped the bag on the bed and opened everything you got. You guys only ever ate each other out and fingering but never thought about a strap or any sort of vibrator, you pulled out the harness and the two different dildo choices. You pulled a wand and a rose toy, the lady at the shop said it was her ‘ride or die’ so you couldn’t pass that up. You both sat on the bed inspecting the toys in silence.
“So what do you want to try first?” You both were a little clueless.
“I mean we could just warm ourselves up a little.” Angela crawled across the bed towards you now face to face with you.
“Ooo sounds like a plan sexy lady.” She laughed before pulling you in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and she was gentle with the kiss, slow and loving. She tapped your arm asking for permission to explore your mouth with her tongue. You nodded and opened your mouth a little giving her access, your tongues dancing together. She sat down next to you and pulled you into her lap, holding your hips against her own. Her hands moved lower pulling you closer to her, your hips grinding down into hers. She pulled away taking your bottom lip with her a groan coming from your mouth.
“You wanna try the wand first?” You had another idea.
“Actually I was making thinking of…riding you…if you want to try that?” It’s like Angela’s face lit up, she pulled off of you and ran to the bathroom with the strap on. You cackled at her eagerness, you heard her pants hit the floor and the metal bits clinking as shes putting it on.
“Oh my fucking god.”
“What— what is everything okay?” You heard shuffling before she popped out of the hallway.
“I have a dick baby!” You shook your head and giggled at her wiggling her hips, the dildo swinging from side to side. You had to hold your sides from laughing so hard. She sauntered over to you, all sexy like, before climbing onto the bed. The purple prosthetic looking right at you. In between the giggles, she pressed soft kisses to your neck, leading yourselves back into that sexy energy.
“Ready?” She murmured against you.
“More than ready.”
She smirked against your skin, slipping away and sitting herself up against the headboard. You slid off the bed and kicked off your jeans, leaving yourself exposed to the cold hotel air. Your face flushed feeling Angela’s eyes grazing over you, making the heat between your legs grow even more. You slid off the panties, feeling your pussy nearly dripping at the sight of Angela waiting for you. You climbed back onto the bed and her hands instantly found your thighs, pulling you back onto her lap. The dildo rubbing against your pussy.
Angela’s hand moved down to your pussy, her finger sliding up your folds. She picked up some of your wetness and used it as lube, rubbing her hand over the dildo. You felt yourself clench seeing her look up at you while rubbing the dildo as if it was her own.
“You okay with this?”
“Yeah of course.” She nodded and placed the tip at your hole, you slowly sat down on it feeling it stretch your walls. You had your own personal dildo so it wasn’t like you weren’t used to it but this one felt thicker. It stretched you out more, your face contoured from the pain. Angela stopped you from moving to get yourself used to the feeling.
“It’s okay baby.” You nuzzled lower onto her and got all of it in. The size felt larger than it seemed, feeling the tip in your lower stomach. It had felt like an eternity since you moved and you felt okay, grinding your hips a little bit back and forth the feeling turning from pain to pleasure.
“O—oh fuck.” Your body shuddered feeling Angela moved her hips a little to accommodate you. You moved your hips up and slowly back down, the pleasure rising through your body. You moved your hips a little bit faster up and down onto her now creating a steady pace. Her hands found their way to your hips helping guide you down onto her.
“Mmph.” You let out little whimpers.
“Yeah baby does that feel good?” You nodded and mumbled a little, ‘Yeah.’ Your pace quickened wanting more, the position helping the strap hit your g-spot. You were fully bouncing on the dildo, all your mumbling incoherent. Angela slowly pushing her own thrusts up into you, your body halting. She stopped her own thrusts but you wanted her to take the lead.
“Fuck me Ange.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Her pace continued, thrusts a little bit faster this time. Your moans confirming that it felt good. You had your arms around her shoulders holding onto her, suddenly feeling like you two needed to take off more of your clothes. You grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and lifted it off her body leaving her in just her bra.
She followed suit and took your own shirt off but used one hand to unclip your bra so you were fully naked. She was perfect level to your breast taking one in her hand and massaging it. Gasping you pulled her head closer wanting her mouth on you. She took the hint and put her mouth in your nipple sucking hard, swirling her tongue around. The sensation from her mouth and her thrusts being almost too much, the strong feeling in your core.
“Does that feel good baby” Her whispers going straight to your pussy, her breath on your neck tickling you.
“Mhm.” Her hands on your ass helping you move with her pace. You leaned closer to her holding onto her, feeling yourself crumble under her touch.
“F-fuck…i’m gonna cum…please.” Your voice was breathy only able to get a few words out.
“Yeah? Come on honey cum for me.” You don’t think you’d ever get over her gentle tone whilst she’s pounding into you. Her hand came from your ass down to your clit, her fingers moving fast.
Your orgasm hit you like a train, you felt like you were going to black out. The pleasure being so intense you nearly screamed into her shoulder as she rubbed your clit through your climax. You immediately fell on her, limp against her body. She rubbed your back helping you come down from such an intense orgasm, the room grew quiet just your heavy breaths and the hum of the air conditioner. Your head resting on her shoulder.
“You looked so good holy shit.” Angela broke the silence with a breathy chuckle. “Please tell me why we haven’t done that before.” It was your turn to laugh.
“I don’t know but that won’t be the last today.”
“Don’t you tempt me with a good time.” You lifted your head off of her shoulder and pulled her in for a rough kiss.
Late night carpooling turns into something neither of you can joke your way out of. Between shared glances, tangled hands, and a couch that feels too small, the tension finally gives in.
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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝑪𝒖𝒕
The parking lot was half-empty, the kind of quiet that comes after everyone’s finally gone home and the day stops buzzing in your ears. Angela drove like she talked. quick, loose, a running commentary stitched together from observations and jokes that landed without trying too hard.
“You carried that bit today,” she said, eyes on the road. “I’m not saying you saved the video, so if it tanks, I’m blaming you personally.”
“Wow. Supportive.”
“I support you by keeping expectations realistic.”
She flashed a sideways grin, then reached to turn the music down when a song she didn’t like came on. The inside of the car felt warm, familiar. A space you’d slipped into enough times that it didn’t feel like borrowed air anymore.
“You hungry?” she asked. “I’m debating a drive-thru but also debating self-respect.”
“Those are mutually exclusive?”
“Completely.”
You laughed. Her smile lingered a second longer than the joke needed. Then she glanced away, drumming her fingers lightly against the wheel, energy shifting.
It wasn’t loud tonight. Not chaotic. Just tuned in.
“You were good today,” she said, softer now. “Like, not even joking. I kept looking over to see what you’d do next.”
“Same to you, I’m always doing that with you.”
She gave a tiny shrug. “That’s why I love the improv, we get to play off each other, not to the camera. You’re intentional. It’s cool to watch.”
The compliment landed heavier than her usual teasing. The car slowed at a red light, and she finally looked over properly. Not quick. Not passing. But clear.
Her hand bumped your knee when she shifted. Neither of you moved away.
The light turned green. Someone honked. She jolted forward with a quiet “my bad,” but her smile stuck, small and private.
When she pulled up outside your place, the engine idled, headlights washing the curb in pale gold. You reached for the door, then paused when she didn’t say the usual “text me when you’re inside.”
Instead, she leaned back in her seat, studying you like she was deciding whether to make a joke or something more real.
“Can I try something?” she asked.
You nodded.
Her hand slid off the steering wheel and hovered over the centre console for a second before settling, palm up. Casual, but not really.
You placed your hand in hers.
She exhaled through her nose, a tiny laugh escaping. “Okay. Cool. Just checking.”
“Checking what?”
“If I made that up in my head or not.”
Her thumb brushed across your knuckles, slow, absent, like she wasn’t thinking about it even though she definitely was. The joking energy faded, replaced by something steadier.
“You make it kind of hard to be normal around you,” she said.
“You’re never normal.”
“Exactly. This is me trying.”
You shifted closer, drawn in by the warmth of her hand, the way her voice dropped when she wasn’t performing for anyone else.
Her eyes flicked to your mouth, then back up. A beat passed. Then another.
“You good?” she murmured.
Instead of answering, you leaned in.
The kiss started tentative, like both of you were half-expecting to laugh and break the tension. But when you didn’t pull away, when her hand tightened around yours and her other came up to your jaw, it deepened, slow and grounding.
She smiled into it for a second, because of course she did, then settled, focus sharpening.
When you finally pulled back, the air between you felt charged.
Angela rested her forehead against yours, voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “Yeah… okay. Wow.”
You huffed a soft laugh.
Her grin returned, softer now, less performative. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while. Just didn’t want to make things weird.”
“You didn’t.”
“Give me time,” she said lightly, then squeezed your hand. “I’m kidding. Mostly.”
She pulled back, searching your face, checking. When you didn’t move away, didn’t let go, something in her shoulders relaxed.
“So,” she said, tone easing back into that natural, smooth humour, “I could drive off and be normal about this… or I could invite you to hang a little longer and pretend this was always the plan.”
You smiled. “Which one are you hoping for?”
“Second one,” she admitted, no hesitation.
You hesitated with your hand on the door handle, then glanced back at her.
“…Do you want to come in?” you asked. “I have snacks and movies we can watch.”
Angela blinked, like she hadn’t expected the offer to land so fast. Then her mouth tipped into a grin. “Snacks and bad movies? That sounds perfect.”
You opened the door, and the cool night air rushed in as she cut the engine and followed you up the path.
Inside, your place felt softer than the world outside. Lamps instead of overhead lights, a blanket tossed over the couch, the faint smell of something sweet lingering from earlier. Angela paused just past the doorway, taking it in like she was scanning a set.
“Okay,” she said, toeing off her shoes. “This is so cute. It’s so you.”
“Thanks, Ange.”
“Some people live in chaos, and you weren’t even expecting me to be here.”
You laughed, heading toward the kitchen. “Popcorn or chips?”
“Both. I need options.”
She wandered after you, leaning against the counter while you grabbed snacks, close enough that you could feel her presence even when she wasn’t touching you. The space felt smaller with her in it. Warmer.
“You pick the movie,” she said. “But if it’s emotionally devastating, I’m leaving.”
“Noted.”
You settled on the couch, a careful distance between you at first. Movie playing, bowl of snacks balanced between you, the low hum of dialogue filling the quiet.
It didn’t take long before the distance started shrinking.
Angela shifted, tucking one leg under herself. Her knee brushed yours. Stayed there.
A few minutes later, she leaned back, arm stretching along the back of the couch, not quite around you, but close enough that if you leaned in a little, it would be.
You felt the tension build in small, quiet increments. Every shared glance when a joke landed. Every accidental touch when reaching for popcorn. The awareness of her beside you, warm, real, close.
“Are you actually watching this?” she murmured at one point.
“Barely.”
“Same.”
Silence again, thicker now. Charged.
You shifted, pulling the blanket over your lap. Then, after a second’s hesitation, you nudged it toward her, too. “Cold?”
She didn’t comment on the invitation, just slid closer, letting the blanket drape over both of you.
Your shoulders touched. Then stayed.
Angela’s voice dropped, softer than it had been all night. “You’re very easy to sit next to. Just so you know.”
Your heart thudded. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” A beat. “Dangerously easy.”
You turned slightly, close enough to see the way her expression had softened again, that smooth steadiness replacing her usual playful edge.
Her hand rested on the cushion between you, fingers tapping lightly, like she was deciding whether to close the distance.
“You can, you know,” you said quietly.
“Can what?”
You glanced at her arm along the back of the couch, then back to her face.
Understanding flickered instantly. A small smile tugged at her mouth, less teasing this time.
“Right,” she said. “Cool.”
Her arm slid around your shoulders, tentative for half a second before settling. You leaned into her automatically, head brushing her shoulder, her hand warm against your upper arm.
The movie kept playing, forgotten.
Angela exhaled slowly, like she’d been holding that breath all night.
Her arm settled more securely around your shoulders, hand warm against your upper arm, thumb moving in slow, absent strokes that felt anything but absent. The movie kept playing in front of you, voices and music blurring into background noise.
You leaned further into her without thinking, your head resting more fully against her shoulder, your body angling toward hers under the blanket.
She didn’t joke. Didn’t move away. Her fingers tightened slightly where they held you, like the closeness had clicked into place for her too.
“Yeah,” she murmured, almost to herself. “This is nice.”
Nice felt like an understatement. The air felt thicker, charged, every shift of fabric and breath suddenly noticeable.
Your hand rested on the couch beside you at first, close to her leg. You could feel the heat from her through the blanket, the subtle tension in her posture, like she was hyper-aware of every point where you touched.
You hesitated.
Then you let your hand slide a little further, fingertips brushing her thigh.
Angela went still.
Not pulling away. Not startled. Just aware. Her breath hitched, quiet but unmistakable, and the arm around your shoulders tightened instinctively, grounding.
You kept your hand there, palm resting lightly now, testing, giving her space to stop you if she wanted.
She didn’t.
Instead, her fingers flexed against your arm, and she shifted just slightly toward you, a small movement that pressed your bodies closer under the blanket.
The reaction shot straight through you.
Her voice, when it came, was softer than you’d ever heard it. “You’re really not helping me stay normal tonight.”
You swallowed. “You don’t have to.”
A beat. Then another.
Your thumb traced a slow, tentative line along her thigh, feeling the way her muscles tensed under your touch. She sucked in a breath, the sound low, almost surprised, and her head tipped forward until her temple rested lightly against yours.
The playful edge was gone now. Not replaced by awkwardness, but by something warmer. Focused.
Her hand slid from your arm to your side, fingers curling lightly at your waist, like she needed somewhere to hold on.
“Okay,” she murmured, voice rougher now. “Yeah. That’s– doing something.”
You turned your head toward her, close enough that your noses nearly brushed.
“Good or bad?”
Her lips curved, small and breathless. “Very good. Bad if you wanted me to concentrate on literally anything else.”
The tension between you sharpened, no longer quiet background static. It hummed. Every point of contact felt amplified. Your hand still resting on her thigh, her fingers at your waist, your bodies angled into each other beneath the blanket.
You leaned in first.
The kiss landed deeper, less tentative than the one in the car, her mouth warm and immediate against yours. She responded instantly, hand tightening at your side as she pulled you closer, like the last bit of restraint had finally slipped.
A soft sound left her when your thumb pressed a little more firmly into her thigh, and she shifted beneath your touch, knee nudging between yours, closing the space.
The movie played on, completely forgotten.
Angela pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead resting against yours again, both of you a little unsteady now.
Angela’s need to breathe quickly faded before she kissed you again.
Her hand slid from your waist to your back, pulling you closer as your fingers tightened against her thigh. The kiss deepened, slower but more certain, the kind that made the rest of the room fall away.
You shifted instinctively toward her, and she responded just as fast, turning slightly so she could face you fully. The blanket tangled around your legs, the bowl of snacks long forgotten somewhere near the armrest.
Her knee nudged between yours. Her hand moved up your side, warm and steady, like she was mapping the space, grounding herself in the reality of you.
You let yourself lean back a little, breath catching when she followed without hesitation.
Angela paused just long enough to search your face, eyes flicking between yours, checking. Then she moved again, one hand braced beside you on the couch as she gently guided you down onto the cushions.
It wasn’t rushed. Not overpowering. Just a smooth shift, natural, like gravity had decided this was where you both were meant to land.
Now you were lying back against the couch, Angela half over you, one leg hooked beside yours, her weight careful, supported by one arm while the other stayed at your waist.
Her hair fell forward, brushing your cheek. She smiled, a little breathless, a little stunned by herself.
“Hi,” she murmured, like she’d just realised the position you were in.
You laughed softly, hands finding her sides. “Hi.”
Then she kissed you again.
The angle changed everything. Closer. Deeper. Her body warm against yours, the press of her thigh, the subtle shift of her breathing every time you touched her.
Your hands slid up her back, and she shivered slightly at the contact, a quiet reaction she didn’t try to hide. Her fingers tightened at your waist in response, pulling you up into her just a little.
The tension between you wasn’t sharp anymore. It was heavy, warm, and building rapidly.
Angela broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, forehead resting against yours, noses brushing.
“You’re… really distracting,” she murmured.
“You’re the one on top of me.”
“Yeah,” she said, a soft grin in her voice. “I noticed.”
She didn’t move away.
Instead, she dipped back down, kissing you slower this time, savouring it, her hand sliding from your waist to your hip, thumb brushing lightly there. Every small movement sent a ripple through both of you, your reactions syncing without effort.
You felt her shift slightly above you, settling more comfortably, and the closeness made your pulse jump. She exhaled softly against your mouth, the sound warm, unguarded.
For a second, neither of you kissed. You just stayed there, breathing the same air, bodies lined up, the tension thick and unmistakable.
Angela’s gaze softened, something earnest threading through it.
“Still good?” she asked quietly.
You nodded, fingers curling gently at her side.
“Very.”
Her smile returned, smaller now, but deeper. Then she leaned in again, kissing you like she meant it.
Your hands tightened at her sides, and you pulled her closer, closing the last bit of space between you. Angela reacted instantly, a soft sound catching in her throat as her body settled fully against yours, warmth pressing through every point of contact.
The shift changed the rhythm between you. Slower breathing turned uneven. Every small movement felt amplified, charged.
A quiet exhale left her, warm against your mouth.
“Okay,” she murmured, voice rougher now, a little unsteady. “This is not how I thought the night would go...”
But she didn’t pull away.
If anything, she stayed right there, pressed close, her hand gripping lightly at your side as though grounding herself. The tension between you swelled, thick and electric, every breath shared, every shift sending heat up your spine.
You tilted your head, kissing along her jaw, slower now, feeling the way she reacted, the way her breathing hitched, the way her fingers flexed where they held you.
Her response wasn’t loud, but it was unmistakable. Soft sounds, half-breaths, the kind she didn’t seem to realise she was making.
She shifted again, settling more comfortably over you, and the closeness drew another quiet reaction from both of you. The room felt smaller, the air warmer, the movie long forgotten behind you.
Angela pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes darker now, focused, but still so unmistakably her.
“You’re dangerous,” she said softly, a faint smile threading through the tension. “I’m trying to keep it together, and you’re making that extremely difficult.”
Your thumb brushed along her side, gentle, reassuring.
“I don’t want you to try keeping it together,” you said.
“Mmm,” she breathed against your lips, her hips making a deliberate circle that pressed her core directly against yours. “Oh, you want to get closer, huh?”
“Try me,” you whispered, a thrill shooting through you.
“Okay.” Her voice was a low hum. She leaned into the kiss, her body swaying above you, the friction building with every subtle movement. A soft moan escaped her, swallowed by your mouth. Her hand slid from your side, tracing a path down your hip, then resting pointedly on the button of your jeans.
You didn’t hesitate. Your own hand found the zipper of her jeans, the unzipping breaking the quiet. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath. “Impatient, huh?”
“You started it,” you returned, your fingers slipping under the waistband, past the soft cotton of her underwear. Her entire body went rigid for a second, then melted into you.
“Oh, god,” she breathed, her hips rocking again, pressing her clit directly against your exploring fingers. “Fuck. Yes. Right there.”
You stroked her gently, testing the waters, and she bucked into your touch, a low, guttural moan vibrating through her chest. “You like that, baby?” you murmured against her neck.
“Mmm. So much. Oh, fuck.” Her breath hitched, ragged and fast. “You’re gonna make me cum already–”
“Is that a problem?”
“No–but I just–.” Suddenly, she stopped, pulling back just enough to break contact, her eyes wide, glistening with an almost frantic energy. “Wait. Hold on.”
You looked up, confused, your hand still buried in her warmth.
“Wait,” she said, her voice rough, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Not yet. Not like this.” She shifted, her weight easing off you as she sat up, quickly undoing your belt. “I wanna make you lose your mind first.”
Before you could fully process her words, she was pulling down your jeans, then your underwear, in a swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, then the warmth of her hand, guiding your legs apart. You gasped, utterly captivated as she knelt before you on the couch, her gaze focused on your wetness.
“You’re so wet already,” she hummed, her breath warm against your inner thigh. Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flickered up to meet yours. “You’re so, so beautiful.”
You gasped, a sudden flush spreading through you, your hips instinctively arching. “Angela…”
“Don’t think, just feel me.” Her fingers, cool and light, traced the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sending shivers up your spine. “You’re trembling already. I haven’t even started yet.” She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive skin.
Her tongue flicked out, a soft, teasing lick against your delicate folds, not quite on your clit, but close enough to send a jolt through your entire body. You whimpered, your fingers clenching the couch cushion. “Oh, god.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, her voice a low rumble that vibrated against your skin. “You’re so sweet.” She began a slow, deliberate circling, her tongue a velvet ribbon tracing around your aching clit, the gentle pressure building, a delicious torment.
You couldn’t help but writhe, your hips lifting, desperate for direct contact. “Angela, please…”
She chuckled, a soft sound. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want. Tell me what I should do.” Her breath was hot against you, a rhythmic huff as she worked.
Your fingers tangled in her short hair, trying to pull her in as close as possible, “Please–I need you, please–”
Then, finally, she centred, her tongue pressing down, firm and steady, against your clit. A gasp tore from your throat, your back arching off the couch. “Ah! Oh, fuck–”
“Mmm,” she murmured, her breath hot, her tongue a relentless, perfect rhythm. “You’re soaking for me, aren’t you? Just dripping.” She worked you with exquisite precision, every movement designed to push you further to the edge, then pull you back, only to push you over again.
You could feel the blood rushing, a frantic thrumming between your legs, your entire body clenching in anticipation. Your toes curled, your muscles tensed, a low moan escaping your lips with every stroke. “Oh, yes, Angela, I can’t– I can’t take this.”
“Yes, you can,” she countered, her voice firm, a hint of dominance beneath the sensuality. “You can take all of it.” She picked up the pace, her tongue a blurring sensation, the pressure building, building, a tight knot forming deep inside you.
“I’m so close. Oh, God, Angela, I’m gonna–” You arched into her, your hips lifting, desperate to meet her mouth, your vision blurring. A choked cry escaped your lips as the wave hit, washing over you in a rush of pure pleasure. “Oh, fuck–” You bucked against her, your body shuddering, your hands still tangled in her hair, holding her in place as wave after wave crashed through you.
She didn’t stop until your body had finished its tremors, until you were breathless. She finally pulled back, her lips glistening, a smear of your essence on her chin. She looked up at you, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Mmm. You’re so good,” she purred, her voice husky, a soft laugh bubbling up from deep in her chest. “Absolutely delicious. So, so good.” She leaned forward, pressing a soft, wet kiss to your inner thigh, her gaze never leaving yours. “Worth every single drop.”
She pushed herself up from her knees, her eyes never breaking contact with yours as she climbed back up to you, straddling your hips. Her weight settled on you, warm and familiar.
She leaned down, her hair falling around your face like a soft curtain, and kissed you. Not the hungry, desperate kisses from before, but a soft brush of her lips against yours.
Your hands, still tingling from your climax, instinctively found their way to her hips, then slid down, tracing the curve of her ass, until your fingers brushed against the denim of her jeans, still unzipped.
You hesitated for a moment, then, with a mischievous glint in your eye, you dipped your fingers into the opening until your fingertips brushed against the slick warmth of her wetness.
Angela’s breath hitched, a sharp, sudden intake of air. Her soft kisses stopped, replaced by a low, guttural moan that vibrated against your mouth. She pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes wide and dark
“You wanna play, huh?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
You just nodded, your fingers finding her soft, swollen folds, gently teasing, circling the sensitive bud. “Ride me, Ange,” you murmured, your voice rough with need. “Ride my fingers. Show me how much you want it.”
A shudder ran through her entire body. “Oh, wow,” she breathed, her hips already beginning to twitch, an involuntary response to your touch. Her hands braced on your chest, her knuckles white. “You really know how to get to me, don’t you?”
“Show me,” you urged, your fingers pressing a little firmer, a gentle but insistent rhythm starting to build.
She closed her eyes, a low groan escaping her lips. “Okay. Okay, you asked for it.” Slowly at first, she began to move, a soft, deliberate grind, her clit pressing directly against your fingers.
Her movements grew bolder, a slow, sensual rock against your hand, her hips rotating, seeking out the perfect pressure, the exact spot that sent shivers through her. “That’s it,” she whimpered, her head tilting back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. “Yes– right there. Harder”
You obliged, curling your fingers slightly, letting her feel the full pressure of your touch. She gasped, a sharp, needy sound as her hips began to pick up speed, a frantic, almost desperate rhythm. “You’re so good at this,” she panted, her breath coming in ragged bursts. “I’m gonna lose it, I swear.”
Her body was starting to tremble, a layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. The soft moans turned into louder, more guttural sounds as she slammed her hips down, grinding against your fingers with an almost violent intensity. “Fuck–yes–, I need this. I need you.”
Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted in a silent scream. She was no longer moving with any semblance of control but driven by instinct. She continued to thump against your fingers, her entire body shaking with the effort.
“God, yes–harder!” she cried out, her voice cracking, her hips a blur of motion. She arched her back, her muscles coiling and releasing, her clit swollen and throbbing under your touch. “I’m so close– Oh, fuck, I’m gonna… I’m gonna–”
Her breath hitched, continuing to buck, her body convulsing above you, a series of sharp, violent thrusts that had her crying out. Her hips pressed down, grinding against your fingers with an almost painful intensity, as she rode the wave, her climax shattering around her, leaving her panting.
She collapsed against you, her head falling onto your shoulder, her body still trembling, damp with sweat. “Oh, my god,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You… How do you do that so well?”
Angela stayed draped over you, both of you breathing hard, her heartbeat still racing where her chest pressed against yours. The room felt hushed, the kind of quiet that comes after a storm finally rolls past.
You smoothed a hand up her back, slow and grounding, letting your touch say what words couldn’t quite reach yet.
“I’ve got you,” you murmured.
She let out a shaky laugh into your shoulder, half-buried against you. “Good. Because I think my soul left my body for a second.”
You huffed softly, fingers still tracing gentle patterns along her spine. Her body gradually softened, the tension melting out of her muscles as her breathing evened.
For a minute, neither of you moved. Just warmth. Skin, breath, the blanket tangled around your legs, the movie still flickering quietly in the background like it belonged somewhere else.
Then Angela shifted slightly, propping herself up just enough to look at you. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.
“Hey,” she said, voice rough but fond. “You still with me?”
“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “You?”
“Very much. Just… recalibrating.”
She leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, nothing urgent this time. Just closeness.
Your hands slid to her waist, then lower, gentle, giving her space, checking in with every movement. When you began easing her jeans down the rest of the way, she lifted her hips automatically to help, no hesitation, no tension. The moment felt unhurried, practical in that quiet, intimate way that comes after everything else.
Once they were off, you tugged the blanket higher over both of you, tucking it around her hips, around your legs, sealing the warmth in.
Angela exhaled, sinking down beside you instead of over you this time, turning onto her side so she could face you properly. One arm slipped around your middle, pulling you in until you were chest to chest, knees brushing under the blanket.
“This is my favourite part,” she murmured.
You smiled, brushing a stray piece of hair from her forehead. “Cuddling?”
“Yeah. Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation.”
You laughed quietly. “Your secret’s safe.”
She hummed, satisfied, then tucked her head under your chin, fitting there like she’d done it a hundred times before. Her thumb traced slow, lazy circles against your side, grounding both of you.
The energy between you had shifted completely. No more urgency. Just warmth, softness, the quiet glow that lingers after everything settles.
After a moment, she spoke again, voice softer.
“You good?”
“Yeah. Really good.”
She nodded against you. “Same. Just wanted to check.”
You squeezed her gently, and she squeezed back, a silent exchange that said more than either of you could put into words.
The movie kept playing, unnoticed. Outside, the night pressed against the windows. Inside, you stayed tangled together under the blanket, her breathing steady against your chest, her hand still resting warm at your side, both of you drifting in that calm, glowing quiet that felt like the safest place in the world.
this is not spell or grammar of anything checked icl I haven't even read it through but I'm tired soooo
warnings: age gap (unspecified but legal), oral sex (cassie!receiving), fingering (cassie!receiving), bottom cassie<33
you'd been babysitting Harrison for months and he spoke the world of you, how you always read him his favourite stories, made cookies with him and took him to the playground after school. It had taken cassie months to warm up to the idea of a sitter after she won the custody battle, but getting home to a sleeping kid and a warm meal made it seem like a good choice after all- plus it helped that she found you very easy on the eyes too.
cassie gets home a little while later than she usually does, the bags beneath her eyes only accentuated by the icy blue of her iris, she was tense. You could see it in her rigid shoulders and measured steps, the way her breath was too deep for a true calm. "Long day?" you ask sympathetically, taking her bag from her. "You don't have to-" she starts to protest but you shut her down immediately, "go eat, its still warm." cassies eyes softened at that, hanging her army green jacket up on the hook and kicking off her trainers, she walks to the dining room table in those black sweatpants she loves so much and a loose grey t-shirt, you can hear her sock clad feet padding across the hard floors before stopping at the table, then the chair being pulled put before she sits down for what's probably the first time today.
you follow soon behind her, opening a beer and placing it next to her dinner as she eats. "Thanks, sweetheart," cassie murmers through a mouthful of food, "..its getting late, should I call you a taxi?" she asks as she begins to nurse on the beer, but you decline almost immediately, "I can wait a few more minutes, " you muse, hands finding their way to her shoulders, gently massaging them as her head tilts to the side. "Hon.." she begins, but once again, you don't let her finish that thought, "Just relax for me, Ms.Mckay.." You tell her, voice growing softer and more sensual by the minute, "let me take care of you for once."
cassie visibly relaxes, soothed by your voice and hands as you continue to dig your fingers into the knots in her shoulders. Her eyes flutter shut beneath the gentle touch, blissed out as a low groan escapes her lips. yhe sound, so rough and uncontrolled goes straight to your core but immediately drags cassie back out of that relaxed state as she jolts up, clearing her throat "im- uh I'm sorry," she stumbles over her words, pulling her shoulder from your grasp. "It's okay, Ms.Mckay.. just means it's working," you soothe instantly, gently placing both hands back on the fabric of her shirt.
she grows pliant once more under your touch, her head even falling back slightly in a blissed out pleasure. then you move. under the guize of reaching other muscles better, you stand in front of the woman, leaning over her as your hands brace on her shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense lines inside. cassies eyes try desperately to avoid your cleavage, so pointedly displayed for her in this position. the wine clouding her better judgement had her hands falling to your hips, pulling you down onto her lap before her brain can even clock what she's doing properly.
your hands soften around her collarbones, your face drawing ever closer to hers, breath mingling in the air between you, her eyes flitting nervously between your eyes and your lips, "This is wrong.." she says quietly, but it's obvious all the fight has drained from her as your lips meet hers, gentle at first, like you're guiding her through something entirely new, and maybe you were- you'd only ever heard her talk about Harrison's father. no girlfriends, no girl flings, nothing.. not that her extinct sex life came into conversation regularly. cassie's breath catches against your lips, as hers meet yours, chapped but warm, like something out of a movie she kisses you until you're entirely out of breath.
your hands come up, one cradling the back of her neck, the other her jaw as you two part for air, gentle puffs against your neck as she catches her breath. "We shouldn't.." she says again but the way that Cassies hands stay fixed on your waist despite her objections tells you with certianty that even though technically you shouldn't, it by no means suggests that she doesnt want to.
but you don't wait for her to say anything else, moving down her body peppering kisses down her neck all the way to the base, teeth grazing her collarbone on your descent as she gasps put into the room. "quiet," you hum out against her neck, "wouldn't wanna wake anyone up would we?"
cassie stiffens below you, the guilt bubbling in her throat, you're Harrison's person, you're 20 years younger than her, you're- she's snapped out of her thoughts by your movements on her lap, shifting off of her and onto the floor by her feet.
"Need to taste you cass," your voice comes out breather than expected but as you look up at her with those pleading eyes any remaining resolve crumbles entirely. she lifts her hips for you and you hook your fingers in the waistband of her trousers pulling them and her pants down in one, leaving her cunt exposed to you, flushed and soaking. the sight of how turned on she is by you is almost enough to make you come undone on the spot.
your mouth attaches to her straight away, the dark curls that cover her pussy already wet against your mouth as you latch onto her clit.
The sound she makes is almost pornographic, head tipping back, back arching and hips thrusting forewards into your mouth, but you pull back entirely, "what did I say about being quiet?" You ask in your best 'babysitter' voice.
cassie immediately quiets down, but even so you push your ring and middle finger into her mouth as you go back down on her. she sucks on them oh so obediently tongue swirling around your digits as she drags them further into the wet heat of her mouth.
your tongue runs along the slit of her cunt, pressing lightly against her needy hole before focusing your mouths attention entirely on her bud, pulling your fingers from her mouth now dripping with her spit and pushing them into her pussy. cassie gasps at the sudden fullness but manages to keep it down low catching her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle the sound.
your tongue drags over her bundle of nerves as your fingers plunge in and out of her soaked heat, dragging lewd squelches from sheer arousal. cassies low hums and groans fill the room as you push her legs over your shoulders to better position yourself against her, the change in position forces your digits against that sweet spot over and over making her thighs shake around your head and her walls clench down needily around you, gasping for air like a woman starved of oxygen
"Mm.. you close baby?" You murmur against her, the vibration of your voice going straight to your core. she nods above you, hands tangling in your hair as she holds you against her, a quiet string of pleas spilling from her pillowy lips.
you double down on your efforts, eating her out like its your last meal, curling your fingers against her g-spot whilst her pushes you further into her, grinding her hips up against your face with great vigour for someone who thought it was 'wrong'.
her thighs shake and clamp down around your head as she nears her orgasm, chest heaving above you as your own breathing is restricted by the muscle surrounding you. her back arches once more as she comes undone with a soft cry. you continue to fuck her though it until she slumps down in her chair, thighs releasing you from their chokehold. you ease your fingers out of her, making her whine at the loss.
"Clean." You tell her, returning the digits to her mouth as she licks her own cum off of them, "you taste so good Ms.Mckay." you say with an air of confidence that wasn't there before and cassie feels the blood rush to her cheeks as she looks away.
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