late night confessions pt. 2 - sydney adamu
・❥・sydney adamu x fem reader !
cw: oral, fingering, some dirty talk
Doing a quick sweep of your apartment, you made sure everything was perfect for your first official date with Sydney tonight. The big light was off, allowing ambient lighting to fill the space instead. Candles were scattered about the table, as well as a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Two plates of pasta alla vodka, Sydney's favorite, sat on the kitchen counter, ready for when she arrived.
You had spent the whole day prepping your space for this evening. You cleaned every speck of dust off every inch of space, even the places she was guaranteed not to see.
While you waited for her to knock on the door, you took a moment to freshen up your appearance. Both of you agreed to keep things casual, so you picked out a pair of jeans and a cute, floral top. You smoothed your clothes over in the mirror, and for good measure, spritzed a bit more of your vanilla perfume.
At approximately 7 o'clock, there was a knock on your front door. Your heart thumped in your chest as you waltzed over to open it. Though you'd answered the door for her a countless number of times, there was something so exhilarating about this time.
Sydney stood on the other side, looking like an absolute vision. Even in her casual outfit, she looked stunning. You could tell she put on some makeup, as her cheeks, as well as her lips, were more rosy than normal.
She stepped inside and placed a bouquet of flowers on the table. She remembered that lilies were your favorite, so of course she had to bring them for you.
Her arms were open as she approached you, and you fell into them, wrapping your own around her. She smelled divine, a mixture of vanilla and fresh flowers.
You pulled away after a moment, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful."
She squeezes your arms. "Thanks for all of this." She looks around the room, eyes twinkling as she takes in the romantic atmosphere you've created.
"Go sit, I'll bring you a plate."
She does just that and sits at the table, watching as you move around the kitchen. Shortly, you walk over to the table with two plates and set one down in front of her. You don't miss the smile that spreads across her lips, or the way her eyes slightly widen.
"God, this look amazing."
You watch as she takes her first bite. Her eyes flutter shut, a hum of approval coming from her throat as she tastes the food. You can't help but smile, loving the way she appreciates it.
Soon, the room fills with the sound of conversation and the clinking of forks on plates. It's all so natural the way things play out, just as you hoped it would be.
"If we really think about it," Sydney begins, twirling pasta around her fork. "This is like our seventy-fifth date."
You swallow your forkful of pasta and laugh. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
She laughs along with you, admiring the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. She'd always find ways to make you laugh just so she could hear that sweet sound.
You two continue to eat, engaging in conversation as you do so. New things are shared, childhood stories are told, and you both complain about work and how much you need red wine after a long day.
When it's time to wash up, you collect all of the dishes and bring them to the sink. Sydney had offered to help, but you refused, claiming that you had to prove how good of a housewife you could be.
Sydney watches you from her place at the table, letting her eyes wander shamelessly over your figure. Although she had seen you in the kitchen many times, this was different. More domestic. You were wearing casual clothes instead of chef whites, and something about that made her want you even more.
Sometime throughout your washing, Sydney sneaked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. She pulled you back against her, just far enough so you were still able to scrub properly.
"Didn't take you for the clingy type," you teased as you began to wash a wine glass.
She chuckled and rested her chin on your shoulder. "Well, get that out of your head because I can be a koala when I want to be."
You chuckled as you continued to wash.
Sydney watched you over your shoulder, eyes lingering on your hands, watching as they moved with skilled precision. Though it was such a mundane task, she found herself weirdly aroused at the sight.
She moved in closer, peppering kisses on the side of your neck. The sudden contact made you gasp, but you quickly eased into it. When she felt you relax, she continued her ministrations, growing more purposeful as she went.
Soft kisses turned into gentle sucks, which made your brain go fuzzy. She smirked against your skin when she heard your breathing become ragged, her arms tightening around you.
"Syd..." you exhaled, pausing your dishwashing.
She paused her kisses and pulled back from your neck. "Something about you washing dishes has me all riled up," she admitted, followed by a chuckle.
You laugh. "That's what does it for you? Not the wine, or the candles, or the fact that I wore my most form-fitting jeans?"
Her eyes fall, admiring the way your jeans cling to your figure, accentuating your hips and backside. "Believe me, I appreciate all of that. This is just the final straw."
Drying your hands, you turn yourself around so you're chest to chest. Your hands land on her hips, pulling her in a bit closer. "You ready for dessert?" you tease cheekily.
Her hands cup your face, bringing it closer to hers. "I would love some."
This time, you're the one initiating the kiss, leaning in until your lips touch. Much like the first time, it's sweet, soft. However, it turns more hungry as it continues, a heat forming between the two of you.
After a moment, you pull away. "Come on," you say softly and take her hand, leading her back into your bedroom.
Sydney's heart rate spikes as she follows you into your room. She's no stranger to sex, especially with girls, but something about you just makes her nervous. You're so pretty and perfect and everything she wants.
As she steps into your room, she takes it all in. She notices the wall of pictures and how tidy your bed is. She loves the fairy lights that frame your bed and the plants in your windowsill. It's all very you.
The two of you climb into bed and lie down on your side. Sydney's hand reaches for your thigh, fingers slightly shaking as she grips it. As her hand roams, your body heats up. Her eyes are intense as they stare into yours. She's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters, like she needs you.
She scoots in closer, running a finger along your jaw. The featherlight touch makes you shiver, which only encourages her. She captures your lips in a searing kiss, which you eagerly reciprocate.
As the kiss grows in intensity, you climb on top of her, thighs straddling either side of her lap. Her hands hold onto your waist, helping you settle on top of her. You roll your hips to test the waters, earning a moan from Sydney.
Once you know you've got her, you pull away and trail kisses from her jaw down to her neck. She becomes a mess beneath you, your kisses like fire against her skin.
Her hands roam under your shirt, her nails lightly scratching your skin. It gives you goosebumps, your hips faltering as they grind.
With ease, your fingers unzip her jeans, all while continuing to kiss her neck. Your hand slips beneath her waistband, cupping her through her underwear. You can feel how wet she is, making you groan against her neck.
She grips your waist even tighter, gasping at the way you palm her. Pulling your face away from her neck, you watch as she writhes beneath you, mouth open to gasp at the way you tease her.
"Please," she eventually begs, staring up at you with her sweet, brown eyes.
"Please what? You gotta use your words, sweet girl."
"Need to feel you." Her hips buck up into your hand, trying to seek relief for the ache between her thighs.
You waste no time removing your hand and slipping her jeans off, tossing them aside. She looks like an angel beneath you, sprawled out on your mattress in her lacy black panties.
"Did you pick those out for me?"
She nods, her cheeks turning a shade of red as her whole body heats up.
Lowering your head, you press a kiss above the band of them, eyes still locked on hers. Her stomach muscles clench, her hands moving to grab at your sheets. Although she's all for a little teasing, she really wishes you would speed up the process.
Your fingers slip under the waistband of the lace, and you feel your blood run hot. You had spent so many nights imagining this, and now it was actually happening.
The smell of her hits you as you slide her panties off, and you can't help the groan that tumbles from your lips. "Sydney..." you purr, your eyes locking on her inner thighs.
She parts her legs instinctively, and you don't miss the way she clenches around nothing. It's perfect. She's perfect.
"Baby, you're so pretty."
Eager fingers trace her mound, making her squirm beneath your touch. You dip a finger lower, running it between her folds, collecting the arousal.
She watches as you plunge the finger into your mouth, a choked moan coming from her own. You groan at the taste of her, swirling your tongue to savor every last bit of it.
Once you've had your fix, you lower yourself so you're right before her cunt, your hands curling around her thighs. Your nails dig into her skin, making her hiss at the delicious pain.
With a flat tongue, you lick up her slit, humming in delight at the taste of her. You alternate between circles and long licks, taking your time as you practically make out with her pussy.
As your lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves, her hips buck up against your face. She moans out your name, the sound like music to your ears.
You find yourself getting lost between her thighs, the taste and sounds she's making only encouraging your devouring. The vibrations of your moans travel through her whole body, making her eyes roll back into her head.
You release her clit with a pop, turning your focus towards her hole. You prod at it with your tongue, pulling a whine from the deepest parts of her soul; it makes you shiver.
You work your tongue in slowly, moaning at how warm she feels around you. You fuck into her with it, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of it.
"God, you're so—shit—don't stop," she manages to choke out between noises of pleasure.
And you don't stop. You definitely don't.
Her hand eventually flies down to your head, her fingers tangling in your roots as she grinds against your face, using you to reach her orgasm. You let it happen, continuing to work your mouth.
She cries out your name when your hand slips between her thighs, your thumb circling her clit. Her brain turns to mush, her toes curling from the sensitivity.
"Please, please, please...." she spews mindlessly, though she's not too sure what she's asking for.
You don't question it, just continue to eat her out like she's your first meal after years of starvation.
Her hips jerk above you, her stomach muscles clenching as she feels herself reaching her peak. Her fingers release your hair and fall at her sides, her chest heaving.
When her inner thighs start to tremble, you know she's close. Sweet moans and gasps continue to spill from her lips, her lips continuing to roll.
You pull your face away from her pussy, the bottom of it shiny with a mixture of her slick and your saliva. It's filthy, but it makes Sydney curse your name.
Two of your fingers replace your mouth, plunging in and out of her at a pace that makes her see stars. You don't miss a single expression, the look in your eyes downright sinful as you watch her fall apart.
"Fuck...'m gonna cum," she whines, her head falling back against your pillow.
"That's it, baby. That's it." You keep your pace, curling your fingers just right. "Make a mess on my fingers, baby."
The combination of your encouragement and the way your fingers press that sweet spot with every curl, Sydney's body tumbles over the edge, crying out your name as she cums all over your fingers.
You dip back down, lapping up her release as it soaks her cunt completely. It's sweet on your tongue and you don't let up until you've collected every drop, swallowing it with the biggest grin.
When Sydney's back down on Earth, she stares down at you, watching the way you suck her juices off your fingers. It makes her feel things she's never felt before.
You climb back up beside her on the bed, lying down on your side to face her. Her arms pull you in, your leg finding its place over her hip.
"That was...fucking incredible," she says, followed by a nervous chuckle.
Your thumb rubs circles against her cheek, and she eases into it, appreciating the gentleness. "You should've let me do that sooner," you tease.
She chuckles as she rubs your thigh. "Well, there will be countless future opportunities for me to be your pillow princess."
Your brows lift. "Yeah? You just gonna lay there and look pretty while I do all the work?"
She smirks. "That's right."
You chuckle as you lean in to kiss her. It's gentle, both of you basking in the afterglow of the passion. The taste of her lingers on your tongue, and she can't help the soft sigh that leaves her lips as she tastes it.
・❥・i didn't really know how to end this, so i apologize if it's a bit awkward 😭 thank you so much for reading !!!
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