can i request something with dua lipa for the sat sleepover? thank u <3
Curiosity Killed the Cat; Dua/Reader
Summary: Dua gets reader to touch herself for her.
Content: PWP, masturbation, voyeurism and exhibition, teasing, dirty talk.
A/N: Trying something new and writing in a different tense 😁
Dua watches your chest rise and fall while you lay next to her. She has that smug smile on her face that would usually make you upset, but when you were in a state like this it just made you feel so small.
"I wanna watch."
Were her words that made you look at her like she was insane. You two have been good friends for quite some time, long enough to have a random discussion about each other's masturbatory habits. It was a fun little conversation until Dua became increasing interested in what you do when you're alone. You laughed it off but then it became a nervous laugh as she got closer. She has called you "awfully cute" before but what was a little harmless fun between friends? Apparently Dua wanted to do more than exchange fun words.
She was able to persuade you that you can only do what you're comfortable doing, but she's too charming to not take your top off for her. You kept the bra on but the bra with pink frills that can barely contain your nipples. Your hands were stuffed in your shorts, rubbing your clit to show your friend how you get yourself off. Usually you're sprawled out in a cluttered bed with either a phone in your hand or the memory of your last hook-up. What you have know to get off on is knowing Dua is right next to you, watching you intently.
"What do you like in bed? Do you like being in charge, or do you like someone to be in charge of you?" Dua's burning curiosity made her want to know everything about your sex life. You weren't paying much attention because of the pleasure. Every word that came out of her mouth was fuzzy.
"I-I," you felt so pathetic not being able to get the words out. Your clit was throbbing under your fingers. When you're by yourself it's easy to get off, but with someone next to you, you found yourself becoming lazy because you wanted Dua to be the one touching you.
Dua laughs at how you can't form any words. Whether she meant it or not, that sounded like a laugh to taunt you. She loves how you react simply to her words and not even her touch.
"Hmm, you're definitely the one who likes to be put in her place. Look how you're letting me just watch you get off. Have you fantasized about me making you cum? I never pegged you for the kind of girl but look at you now."
Dua's voice was like a soft silk that adorned your body. You wanted to look over at her but was scared that you would embarrass yourself. At home you could spend about two hours in a lust-driven haze were you make yourself cum about 3 times. Those were days when you had enough free time to melt away the tension of the busier weeks of your life and just focus on yourself. Right now you probably look like you're touching yourself for the first time because you're so nervous in front of Dua.
As for her question, no, you never thought about your good friend making you cum. This situation however is making you reconsider. If you were to magically open your eyes and see Dua between your legs, that might make your heart explode. You can see it in your head and that makes you rub your clit harder which turns the answer to her question into a yes.
"Oh, good girl," she purrs when she sees how you pick up the speed. Dua has always loved the control, but this shit was fueling her fire.
You feel like you were only seconds away from igniting. Hearing her praise had confirmed for you that her dirty talk was pushing you further to the edge more than your own hand. You wish Dua would help you out by doing something, anything at this point. She could caress your breast or even go as far as get between your legs and slide two fingers into your soaking pussy to really get you to cum hard. But, she was much more enjoying that show and making your do it alone. You whine in desperation at the feelings of pleasure and want. That familiar ache in your thighs signals your orgasm. You cum in your panties, making them a sticky mess that you're glad Dua isn't able to see. But her watching you writhe and arch your back off the bed as you cum is exposing enough. Your legs shake and tears well in your eyes from cumming so hard.
Through your orgasmic high her taunting laugh pierces your ears again. It wasn't until the clouds began to fade that you got shy and tried to hide your face.
"No, no," Dua whispers before grabbing her your chin to make you look at her for the first time since you both started. "You already came in front of me, there's no reason to be shy soon."
Dua moves her face closers to yours, and you think she's going to kiss you but she just smiles.
"I wonder who can make you cum harder. You or me."
Pairing: Assistant!Reader/Boss (Original Characters (no names used))
Content: 2nd POV. Smut (18+ only), age gap (all characters over 18), CEO/assistant, assistant!reader, power imbalance, infidelity, teasing, name calling, masturbating (reader masturbates for her boss)
Days later and still no word from the boss about what happened two nights ago. It was embarrassing to come to work the next day knowing what you had done, how you spread your legs so easily for your boss, but when you came into the office the next morning, your boss had a list of tasks for you like she always does. She barely looks at you, but when she does you see nothing behind those icy eyes.
You weren’t sure what that means, or if it’s even worth it to search for said meaning. She's a woman who's spoken for. Having met her spouse a few times before you know there is no chance in hell that marriage is ending any time soon. That alone is enough to make you force yourself to forget about the other night, but imagining the HR nightmare that would ensue makes your stomach twist and turn. She would probably be spared due to her status within the company, but you on the other hand would not make it out alive. They would throw you to the wolves. Not only would you be out of job, you're certain they would blacklist you from working with many of the major companies that operate in this city. You'd have to go back to waitressing, or worse, moving in with your parents. She would turn her cheek the other way while the office skank got tossed out with yesterday's trash.
Thinking about what could happen to you scared the hell out of you. So much so that you found yourself feeling grateful that she was acting as if nothing happened. It was business as usual and no one would suspect a thing. That night was a mistake and clearly your boss wanted to continue being the professional woman she's been groomed to be.
Until she told you you had to work another late night with her.
She promised to let you clock out early Friday afternoon since you'd be out late and have to be back at work by 8 am. She really didn't tell you what needed to be done, just that she needed you to stay late tonight. And once again you watched everyone leave, the janitors leave, and you were alone with your boss in this big building again. You tried to distract yourself with getting ahead on some paperwork you knew your boss was going to need (and that's what she liked about you the most, you were always a step ahead of her when it mattered the most). Everything felt normal, and there was no tension between the two of you at all. However you could feel your neck getting hot. It felt like you had too many layers on despite the temperature in the room being on the cooler side.
Without saying a word you took off your blazer. Her eyes flashed over to you and she instantly noticed how you had unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt. It wasn't like that early so she assumes you must've slipped into the bathroom and made yourself more comfortable. Did that mean you trusted her enough to be able to relax around her?
She didn't mean to stare especially after she internally reprimanded herself for taking advantage of her power over you. When she came in this morning she reminded herself to keep things strictly professional. Yet she made up a reason to stay late with you again. It's not so professional to stare at the exposed skin of your chest. The computer's glow wasn't as flattering as the natural light hitting your skin but you looked so illuminating to her. You wore a necklace with your first initial sitting right in the middle of your chest. She wanted it to dangle in front of her face while you straddled her. She would take the metal between her teeth, disregarding the taste, as a tool to pull you closer to her.
The poise, professional demeanor was beginning to slip through her fingers and she found herself spiraling a little.
"Y/n."
Your name comes out of her mouth before she can process it. It takes you both by surprise. When your eyes meet you feel like you're being electrocuted.
"Come here."
Just as easy is it from her to command you to do something, it's easy for you to listen. You close your laptop and forget about it on the couch in her office. Soon you stand in front of her and you feel like an offering. Her eyes scan over your body before looking up at you. You're taller than her while she sits yet you feel small under her gaze.
"Get on the desk."
She asks and you listen.
Your boss doesn't have to ask you to spread your legs, you're already doing that before you know it. A smile spreads across her face; devious and sincere at the same time. You wore no panties today. In fact you haven't worn panties since she touched you. You told yourself you wanted things to go back to normal, but deep down inside you were waiting for this moment. You would squeeze your legs together in anticipation every time she called your name. You were waiting for the moment your boss decided she wanted more of you.
"No panties little girl?"
No one has ever addressed you like that before and it makes you shiver. The tone of her voice, the look in her eyes, it's all too much for you to handle. You whimper instead of replying to her comment. You're almost ashamed of yourself. However, you go to hide your face, she stops you. She grabs your jaw with the right amount of strength and makes you look at her.
"I leave you alone for a few days and you start acting like a slut," she's practically mocking you and she loves seeing how you squirm and try to avoid her gaze. "Were you hoping for someone to notice and take you to their office? Who were you expecting to see you like this."
"N-No one ma’am."
"Oh, so you just wore no panties because you felt like it?"
You had no answer for her and you were so embarrassed that she was trying to make you give her an answer.
"Or did you wear no panties to have easy access to yourself? You know there was a big rumor about some of the employees masturbating on the clock. It was about three, four years ago, so it was before you were here. You were probably stuck at that shitty waitressing job while working your way through college. It was just a rumor, but there are some people who just can't help it."
Your boss traced a line into the skin of your thigh. She had you reeling without even doing much. You watched her in meetings, speaking to powerful people, and securing deals, you shouldn't be so shocked that her charm is able to work on you too. But you feel like you're under a binding spell.
"Were you touching yourself today, Y/n?"
You shake your head no. You thought about when you saw her this morning, but you were scared of getting caught by her, someone else, or the cameras.
"So you just wore no panties for fun, huh? That's cute."
She stops touching you and you want to cry. She sits back in her chair and reclines a little bit. She just watches you sit on her cherrywood desk. She contemplates whether or not she should just leave you alone and frustrate you, but she's too indulgent.
"Show me how you would touch yourself during work."
You were uncertain, hesitating more tonight than the other night. That moment lingers in your head and you're sad that your boss might not touch you tonight. You have never masturbated for anybody before, not even with past partners. Your cheeks were so hot you thought your skin would catch fire. You lean back and rest on your elbows. As you lay back, your skirt moves up higher on your thighs. The legs your boss loves to stare at begin to spread wider for her. She was grateful for the Spring weather because you stopped wearing your stockings (although she loved seeing your legs in them).
"Fucking gorgeous," she whispers when she gets to drink in the full sight of your pussy. You were dripping wet, messy and turned on for your boss. The way she looks at you makes you stupidly feel special.
It took everything in her not to park herself between your legs and devour your pussy the way it deserves to be. She wanted to feel every inch of your soft flesh and watch you squirm against her tongue. She was hot under the collar, but she knew how to show restraint.
She watched on as you ran your fingers through the folds she wanted to lick so bad. The tension in your body was fading as you began to feel the pleasure hit your body. You wouldn't be able to forget that your boss is right there watching you play with yourself, but you let yourself relax knowing that she was enjoying this.
"Good girl rubbing that pretty pussy for me," she purrs, "play with your clit, honey. I know you want to."
Your fingers move as soon as the words come out of her mouth. You almost cried out when you pressed your two fingers into your clit, but you were able to just let a weak gasp escape. It wasn't satisfying enough for your boss who wanted to hear you scream, but she can understand why you wanted to be quiet. She made a mental note to somehow get her hands on you in her car one day so she can really hear you scream. Right now she just enjoys the show of you playing with yourself.
Usually when you're having a private moment to yourself, you have your blanket strewn everywhere, your phone is in your hand, and you have music softly playing from your player. You enjoy creating a sensual atmosphere as you masturbate to various things that pique your interest. It's hard to slip into that exact headspace without all of those elements coming together, but with the soft glow of your bosses' office, you felt close to replicating that atmosphere.
"Oh my god," you whisper.
She wasn't expecting to hear you get vocal tonight, but once she heard your voice she wanted more.
"Does that feel good baby? Use your words to tell me how it feels."
"It feels good sir."
You could barely speak a complete sentence as you stumble through the syllables. It felt so good to be touching yourself after a day of having lustful thoughts of your boss.
"I want you to play in your pussy. Finger yourself for me, Y/n."
You don't think your fingers have reached as deep inside of you like they did tonight. Of course if she wanted she could slip in her longer, skilled fingers into you, but she enjoyed being able to kick back and watch a pretty girl get herself off for her. Your fingers splashed in your wetness as you pistoned two digits in and out of your.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
Your boss was addicted to the rhythm and she couldn't pull her eyes away. She thought she was going to pass out at the sound of your fingers inside of your wet pussy. You were dripping so much that she could see a few drops on her desk. Normally she was strict about someone potentially fucking up her desk but right now she doesn't give a damn. She wanted to lick up the drops of your arousal off her desk once you were done. If she doesn't get one taste of you tonight somehow she just might die.
"That's so pretty, Y/n. You're so pretty baby."
She was cooing at you, watching how your chest rose and fell rapidly. You were certain you looked a mess after a long day of work, but your boss made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. She continued to egg you on while you fingered yourself.
"What are you thinking about, girl? Are you thinking about me touching your pretty body and feasting on your cunt until you're shaking? I know you went home and did exactly this the night I touched you. You're going to cum thinking about all the things I'd do to you."
Her words kissed your skin and suffocated you at the same time. You wanted everything she teased you about. You would do anything to feel her soft lips wrap around your clit while she fingered you instead of you doing it yourself. You know a woman like her can make you cum over and over again. You wish you were the lucky woman who got to welcome her home.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Your fingers curl against your g-spot and you begin to see stars. Never did you think you'd have such an intense orgasm in your life in front of your boss. She watched with a satisfied smirk as you shook and squirmed around your fingers. Watching your juices seep out around your fingers was better than closing that deal on the 35 million development.
After working so hard and doing what she needed to do for this company, She deserved a little treat for being so good. That treat coming in the form of her pretty assistant made it even sweeter.
Summary: Kendall comes back to an empty home and annoying sound.
Content: Established relationship, voyeurism, masturabation, foreplay.
WC: 1.3K
That slight buzz Kendall keeps hearing is starting to annoy her.
It's a little past 3:30 and her girlfriend isn't due home for another 30 minutes. Their apartment showed no signs of life; quiet and still. Except for that small buzz. Kendall keeps checking her pocket to see if it's her phone. She has no new notifications from anyone. No Y/n, her friends, or anyone else. The lack of evidence that the sound even exists is getting to her. She's been sitting at the kitchen island since she got home 10 minutes ago, but curiosity gets her and she has to find the sound.
Kendall walks near the front door to see if the sound is coming from the hallway; their neighbor is always up to some wacky shit. However, the buzzing seems to fade the closer she gets to the front door. Next she peeks out the living room window, but that becomes another failed attempt. It's not any of her neighbors, anyone outside, and although they need a new fridge, the noise isn't coming from the main room.
Her only option is to go down the hall towards the main bedroom. The buzz only gets louder as Kendall gets closer to the bedroom she shares with her lover. With the door slightly ajar, she can't help but peak inside.
The sight shouldn't be so shocking but she has to hold back a gasp from seeing Y/n sprawled out on the bed. The pink bullet pressed to her clit was the source of the buzz.
Kendall feels her face grow hot and she feels like a dirty, little school girl peeking at an R-rated movie. She's weirdly stunned -- Y/n is her girlfriend, she's seen it all already. This feels much different from a typical sexual moment though. This feels somehow more intimate as she watches Y/n lay bare. Kendall can see just how relaxed she is too. There aren't any expectations to please anyone else other than herself. Kendall has never seen her like this and it turns her into a nasty voyeur.
Y/n was in a fugue state of bliss. her thoughts are so scattered as she writhes against the bed, but the one thing her mind keeps going back is her Kendall. She just saw her this morning, but she misses her so much. She keeps trying to callback all the feelings from last night when she was between her legs. She's not sure she's ever met anyone who eats her out as enthusiastically as Kendall. The vibrator is good but doesn't compare to the feeling of Kendall's warm, wet tongue. The passion and hunger can't be replicated. Kendall makes her feel so good that she wants to cry. Y/n had been thinking about it all day, so much so that the lust boiled over. She needed a release, but she needed Kendall more.
"Kendall."
Her sweet moans make Kendall's ears perk. The way she says her name is so desperate that it pains Kendall to keep standing here, just watching and not touching. Y/n just looks so perfect that she can't pull her eyes away. Plus knowing she's getting off to thoughts of her blows up her ego.
"Oh fuck Kendall!"
She throws her head back and her back arches off the bed. It's the telltale sign that she's going to cum. Soon something in Kendall finally breaks and she pushes the door open. She almost feels so bad when she sees the absolute shock on Y/n's face. Kendall didn't mean to startle her.
"B-Baby! What are you doing ?!"
"I'm always home around 3:30."
Y/n tries to cover herself as if it was necessary. It stings Kendall a little to think that feels some sort of shame around this. She's allowed to be shocked, but shame? Kendall doesn't want that.
"I-"
"Shh, it's okay honey."
Y/n is shocked when her girlfriend crawls onto the bed, the same hunger in her eyes from last night's shenanigans. The vibrator fell onto the bed during the mix. It's still buzzing. Y/n is mortified when Kendall picks it up. The tip is wet with her arousal. She stares at it for a little longer than Y/n would like. She wants to die of embarrassment on the spot.
"Is this what you use when I'm not around?"
"Give it to me," she stutters through her words, but they come out harsher than she'd like them to. She snatches the toy from Kendall's grasp.
"When did you get that?"
"A few months ago...how long were you watching?"
"Not long enough."
Y/n can't help but groan. She feels so embarrassed that it takes her out of the moment.
"Oh, c'mon baby! Don't be like that. You looked so sexy, so hot!"
She knows Kendall is being sincere, but she can't help but to feel smaller as she coos at her. She found her playing with a toy and moaning her name. Y/n feels that if the roles were reversed she'd feel like such a perv. As much as she was embarrassed though, she's curious about why Kendall looks so turned on right now.
"Have you thought about me doing this before? Me touching myself?"
"Hmm...it's crossed my mind a few times, but I've never thought about it like that."
Y/n felt a little more assured. Kendall can see her relaxing under her gaze.
"Well you shouldn't stop just because I'm here. Keep going baby."
"Y-You sure? You don't feel left out?"
"Who says I'm gonna be left out?"
Kendall grabbed the back of Y/n's neck and kissed her. She has wanted to do that since she saw Y/n biting them in pleasure. Now that the shock of getting caught has worn off, she was feeling turned on again. Soon her back was against Kendall's chest with her legs spread wide. She held the vibrator against her clit while she wiggled against her. It was less her masturbating for Kendall's viewing pleasure now that she's taken over, but they both liked this.
"Am I doing good, baby? How does it feel?"
"S-So good, Kendall," she stutters through the pleasure."I love when you touch me."
Y/n knows how to make herself feel good, but just the way Kendall touches her is heaven. She sucked on her neck and caressed her belly. Paired with the buzz from the vibrator, she was on cloud nine. Kendall moans against her skin as she leaves marks on Y/n's delicate skin. If there was ever a moment to prove that Y/n's pleasure is also Kendall's too, it was now.
"And I love touching you...my sweet girl."
Kendall felt the urge to toss the vibrator and just use her hand. She could hear the vibrator splashing in Y/n's wetness and she was feeling envious of the man-made machine. 'Fuck it' she says to herself and turns the toy off. Y/n was confused but couldn't give a damn once she felt Kendall's warm hand against her clit. She rubs against Y/n at a sloppy pace. Her wet flesh pressed against her skin made her moan. She can feel her clit pulsing against her hands. Finally relief was near after the stopping and starting.
"Cum for me baby. I know you're getting close! I wanna feel you cum for me."
All Y/n could do was moan. The pleasure became too much and Kendall's words only pushed her further to that blissful edge. Y/n's legs tried to close, but Kendall kept them open for her while she rode out her high, grinding against her hands.
"Kendall-"
"Shh, I know baby."
Kendall peppers her with kisses to help bring her down, but it seems like every searing kiss took her higher.
"So fucking sexy," she whispers.
Usually when Y/n takes care of herself it's followed by a lengthy nap. Her body slumped, and felt heavier and heavier.
"Don't fall asleep on me," Kendall jokes. However she lays them down, kissing Y/n's forehead like she does every night before bed.
"Now that you've watched me touch myself, maybe I should do the same?"
Kendall laughs at how shameless she is now. She gives Y/n one last kiss.
