hope mikaelson x fem! reader
warnings: smut 18+! wrote most of this late at night (sorry if there are nonsense sentences) reader and hope drink a teeny bit (but are both of legal drinking age) <3
hope erupts into laughter. she's sure y/n wasn't actually asking her to play a sleepover game invented by twelve year olds.
then again, y/n had suggested crazier things after a drink or two.
playing a party game on the floor of hope's bedroom was tame.
"i'm serious," y/n insists, before inadvertently starting to giggle alongside hope. "which one?"
"truth, i guess, i don't trust you to give me a dare," hope had to get on y/n's nerves a bit, considering she was the reason they were playing this immature game in the first place.
y/n feigns offense, bringing her hand to her chest in exaggerated shock. "you don't trust me?"
"not with this. now, what do you wanna hear the truth about?" hope quips, taking a sip of her beverage.
"how can i make this as scandalous as possible?"
"so i can't trust you with truths either?"
y/n can't help but laugh at hope once again, and before they know it, they're both laughing until they're out of breath.
"so, have you ever faked an orgasm?"
hope practically chokes on air, taken aback by the forward nature of y/n's question.
y/n continues to laugh. "sorry, too forward?"
"i mean, it's truth or dare. might as well make it interesting. yeah, i have."
"no way." y/n stares at hope with a doubtful look in her face.
"i honestly don't think i've ever... not faked one."
"i mean, i have by myself. never with anyone else."
y/n couldn't believe the conversation she was having with hope. they had always been close, but not quite this close.
hope hides her face behind her hands. "don't look at me like that!"
"that's just... pathetic," y/n laughs before finishing her sentence. "people still can't make a girl cum."
hope's breath hitches at the vulgarity of the conversation. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the tension.
"well, they otherwise were winners i suppose."
hope's attempt to defend her taste in partners fails miserably, with y/n stifling a laugh.
"what, like you could do better?" hope interjects smugly, crossing her arms dramatically across her chest.
hope is sure y/n is joking. they had shared many laughs throughout the night.
but y/n is looking at her in a way that tells her she's dead serious.
and before she knows it, she's leaning into y/n, pulling her lips into her own.
y/n is swift at lifting hope off the floor and into her lap, hands firm on her thighs.
hope's hips inadvertently rock back and forth, gasps escaping under her breath.
y/n flips them over, hovering over hope laying on her back.
"strip," she mutters, with a sudden confidence.
hope is quick to oblige, shuffling out of her outfit in record time.
"you're perfect," y/n lowly mumbles. "spread your legs."
hope almost whines at her command before following it.
y/n rests her head between hope's legs, lightly kissing her thighs.
hope had never experienced so much care in this type of situation - or been so filled with need.
"my god y/n just hurry up- oh,"
hope's complaint is interrupted by y/n's tongue on her aching clit, her hands pushing her thighs further apart.
she whines when y/n pulls away, a smirk plastered on her face.
"already fucking you better than the others, huh?" she taunts, inches away from hope's pussy.
hope pulls her back in by the hair. "keep doing that. we have a goal here, don't we?"
"touché," y/n mutters before sucking hope's clit into her mouth.
"fuck, y/n. just like that."
motivated by hope's praise, y/n is unrelenting. she didn't intend to go easy on her.
"you're so good at that," hope mewls, running her fingers through y/n's hair.
hope presses her legs together, the sight of y/n between them making her moan.
she rocks her hips back and forth, letting y/n's tongue roll over her in a way that nearly sends her over the edge.
"i'm, i'm close, so close," she manages to growl, her back arching into y/n. "please don't stop, you're gonna make me cum."
hope is blabbering the words out, her brain only able to focus on the feeling.
y/n makes eye contact with hope, looking deeply at her with an expression of pure desire, throwing her over the edge.
hope lets out a raspy moan, her vision briefly going black. she swears she's on another planet by the time her body finally relaxes.
y/n smirks up at hope. "i won the bet."
"that you did," she responds, still out of breath.
