“When the gavel hits the sand, I’m damned to loving you.”
soft dom!deena johnson x sub!reader wlw!!!
summary: it’s late at night when you’re lonesome and afraid of the violent thunderstorm outside. all of a sudden someone comes knocking at your door… who is it, and why? curiosity never did kill the cat, did it?
WARNINGS: oral sex, fingering, cunninglus, hickeys, praising, making out, heavy mentions of nsfw.
The loud crackle of a bolt of thunder makes your heart drop like a heavy stone. You snuggle inside the little fort you’d made in your living room, just in-front of the old TV. MTV was on, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cindy Lauper played in the background while you munched on the buttery popcorn you’d made prior the storm.
It was so cold. So, so cold. You’d wish in your little heart that someone, anyone would come and wrap you up in their big arms, so warm, defrosting your cold little hands. Just as you held that thought, you heard the doorbell ring.
“Who could it be?” Thoughts wondering through your mind.
You get up, in your pjs. Silky blue and white striped long pants which dragged along the floor and a big baggy knitted sweater which you stole from your sister. You slowly turn the doorknob… cautiously wondering who’s on the other end. Finally, you swing it open in one swift motion.
It’s… Deena. Deena Johnson. The girl who lives down the street with her little brother. But what was she doing here? So late at night? Numerous questions wandered through your mind yet the loudest one was how she looked oh, so pretty. She always looked pretty. Pretty like when you see her at the park listening to mixtapes and you notice the little smiles she lets out when her favourite song comes on, when you turn a block while you’re on a walk and “accidentally” watch through the window as she brushes her hair. Your eyes wandered around her in admiration from her washed out jeans to her curly, brunette hair before finally looking into her mesmerising eyes.
“Deena? What are you doing here?” You said, smiling nervously.
“Hey… were you sleeping? I hope I didn’t wake you.” She said in her tender voice, running her hand through her hair.
“No.. no, don’t worry. I uh.. I couldn’t sleep even if I tried.” You admitted.
“Ah… Why not?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed.
You gesture your head to the roaring thunderstorm outside, smiling awkwardly.
“Thunderstorms? That’s cute.”
You giggle at her comment, unknowing your face had been flushed the entire time.
“Here, come inside. It’s cold out.” You step back, inviting her in.
Deena noticed your little fort you had made out of old crumpled blankets and soft cotton pillows, all scattered on the floor as a result of your constant tossing and turning.
“You make that yourself?” She asks, smirking.
“Oh.. that’s nothing. I was just uh, cold.”
“Cold, huh.” She says in a condescending tone.
You nod, handing her a cup of hot chocolate you poured from the cattle.
“So, why are you here?” You asked, watching as she sips it slowly.
“Oh right. Well actually, I wanted to give you something you’d left out in the park the other day. I had arrived just after you left and I saw your notebook on the bench.”
She takes it out of her bag and hands you the little notebook, hearts drawn on it and all. It was yours. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you realise she could’ve read the things you wrote. The things you thought.
“You.. you didn’t look through it, did you?” You say anxiously, hands fidgeting at each other.
“Don’t worry, babe. I wouldn’t do that.” She reassures.
You sigh a sigh of relief, not even realising the pet name she finished off with. You nod in appreciation.
She smiles back at you. “It’s getting pretty late.. Thanks for the cocoa. I’ll be on my way.”
Just as she gets up to leave, you grab her by the hand.
She turns back, frozen with anticipation.
“Could you… stay? Just until the storms lets off. I can’t be alone again.” You plead, you need comfort. You need her comfort.
She looks back at you. A small smile carved against her lips. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll stay here with you as long as you need.” She says reassuringly.
An hour or so passed by and somehow you’re cooped up against her in your little home made fort. Her loving arms around you allow warmth to pierce through your body right against hers. Her eyes are closed but yours are half lidded. Music still plays in the background but you’re more focused on her shallow breath against your neck.
“Deena…” you murmur, trying not to startle the girl.
“Hm?” She says softly, opening her eyes to gaze down at you.
God, her gaze is intoxicating. It hypnotises you in ways you never imagined just a simple stare could. Without thinking, your eyes shifted down to her perfect lips. They looked so soft, so pretty, so kissable. You couldn’t. Could you?
Impulsively, you slowly press your lips against hers, feeling a wave of everlasting desire and want. Not long after, you realise what you’d just done and quickly pull back, eyes widening.
“Oh god, Deena, I’m so sorry.” You say, shamefully covering your mouth.
You expected to be yelled at, cursed at, or pushed away, for her to have been disgusted by you, but to your utter surprise, she wasn’t. She just smiled. In fact, she didn’t have an ounce of disapproval or unrequited feelings shown on her very face. Instead, she removed your hand and pressed her lips against yours once more. Only this time, passionately. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and you both moan softly, bodies collapsing onto each other, melting away. Her lips felt like honey and tasted like closest you could get to eternal bliss, you just can’t get enough.
Her hand travelled under your shirt and you shiver at her smooth touch, the touch you’ve yearned for for so long. She unclasped your bra with care while softly kissing your neck.
“Please Deena..” you whimper out, so very needy for her.
“Please what? Use your words baby.” She whispers against your neck, the vibrations of her lips electrocuting you through your entire body.
“I need you. I need all of you.” Are the only words you had managed to say out loud.
Thankfully, it was all she had to hear.
Pulling you closer, she marked your neck leaving hickeys that felt like you’d been eaten by a woman starved. Her hands travelled around your body in swift yet steady motions as if she’d memorised your anatomy long before. It felt too good to be true, as if you were made for each other. You groaned and couldn’t help but notice your heat and desperation built up between your thighs as you grew even hungrier. She kissed your collarbones and moved further down your body to your stomach where she left invisible kiss marks as an appetiser before the main course. Moving further and further until her head was far underneath the blanket you tugged onto for support.
She burrowed herself perfectly between your thighs, you felt her grind against you as you grew wetter.
“May I?” She asks, looking up into your foggy eyes.
You nod vigorously, taking off your pants in a hurry and mindlessly tossing them aside. All that’s left for her now are your white lacy panties you’re practically begging to get ripped off you.
Through the fabric, deena’s soft tongue lapped at your wetness, forming circles with her tongue which made you squeal and moan with long awaited pleasure. She pushed your panties aside, taking the sight of you in. All for her. All hers. She groans almost as if she’d wanted this too. Has she?
“You’re perfect.” She muttered under her breath before eating your cunt whilst giving you pleasure you’ve never felt so intensely before. You look down at her feeding on you as she reaches for your tits. You whimpered and moaned her name, begging for her to keep going, your thighs squeeze and shake around her mouth when her tongue flicks your clit so well. Just as soon as you feel unexplainable pleasure building deep within you, she had slipped her fingers into you, claiming you as hers and massaging your g spot as her tongue and lips continued to lap against your sensitive clit.
“I can’t take it.. I’m gonna come… baby I’m gonna come..” You whimpered out, holding her head for support as you gasp for air.
Holding her head down, you scream in pleasure as you release all the pent up stress that’s been forming inside you the past week, your legs shaking as you completely drown in her touch. As you recovered from your breaking orgasm, she didn’t seem to stop. Instead, she fingered you with more force than before and her tongue moved even faster. Your eyes roll back as the feeling becomes too much for you to handle and your back arches.
“Baby I can’t take it.. Please…” You groan out over the overwhelming pleasure
“You can take it baby.” She whispers. “I know you can.”
Those words were simply enough to send you right over the edge, your second aching orgasm breaking through you as your wet pussy spasmed on her fingers and tongue.
Who knew the girl you had a little crush on was so good at this?
You managed to catch your breath but couldn’t get yourself up. Your body was physically glued to the ground, as sensitive as ever. She kissed your still jittery thighs and licked her lips, crawling back up to you and kissing you passionately.
“You did so well for me, baby” She murmured, kissing your forehead.
You nodded, smiling at her warmly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” She smiled back, eyes glimmering in the moonlight.
She caressed you gently in her arms, her fingers running through your hair.
“You’re so pretty, baby.” She whispers.
“So are you.” You say, nuzzling your head into her chest.
