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: carter baizen x reader
word count: 1212
warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], voyeurism [hence the title] jerking off, fingering, general filth
summary: in which his neighbour puts on a show
author’s note: old fic reposted
oneshot | masterlist
Carter felt dirty, catching his neighbour in the midst of undressing. It wasn’t the first time he’d caught her, or the first time he’d felt like a creep for taking too long to close his blinds. But she was so fucking pretty, and he was so fucking lonely. Having been months – almost a year, – since he’d last been intimate with anyone. Growing sick of watching the same old porn videos on his laptop to try and get off.
But tonight it was different. Tonight it was like she knew he was watching, and she was hoping to fuck he didn’t close his blinds. It was like she wanted to put on a show for him, and to see how he’d react to being put in that situation. And tonight he couldn’t bring himself to reaching for the cord to stop the show. He didn’t want to stop the show, because there was no way his imagination could come close to picturing her the way she was behaving right before his eyes.
He felt his breath catch in his throat as she locked eyes with him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she ran her hands over her clothed chest. Turning around and looking back at him over her shoulder as she bent over and pushed her jeans over her ass and down her legs. Fingers unbuttoning her blouse as she faced him once again, teasingly tracing her fingers over her exposed collarbone.
Carter was aroused and frozen in place. Mouth parted slightly as he imagined he was the one undressing her. Jeans growing tighter, a hand brushing over the growing bulge to relieve some tension. Groaning as she let her blouse fall to the ground, just leaving her standing before him wearing nothing but a white bra and underwear. Hands gripping his shirt at the back of his neck and pulling it over his head, not wanting her to be the only one getting undressed. Wanting to see how far she’d let this go on for.
She watched him with a gratuitous smile, biting down on her lip as she watched him slip a hand beneath the waistband of his jeans. Wishing he’d just take them off so she could see him. Watching as his hand moved slowly, stroking himself, his other hand moving down his chest.
He was more built than she was expecting, but it wasn’t something she was going to complain about. Watching him slowly start to unbutton his jeans, the anticipation killing her more than she thought possible. Waiting with baited breath as he pushed his jeans down his legs, leaving him in a pair of plaid boxers. Fingers around his clothed cock to show the size without actually taking his boxers off.
She let a moan slip as she bought her hands up behind her back to undo her bra. Recognising the hunger and lust in his eyes as he watched her every movement. Waiting to see how far she’d let this little act of voyeurism go. And hoping above all else that she wouldn’t stop until they’d both put on quite the show for each other.
Carter groaned obnoxiously loudly as she dropped her bra and cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a little tease before letting them go. Watching him watch them jiggle as she tucked her thumbs into the sides of her underwear and pushed them down her legs. Standing back up, now fully naked, and nodding to him that it was now his turn to finish removing his clothes.
She’d never been this aroused before. Not with her ex, whose sex drive was unparalleled to any other. Not when she was left alone with porn or her own imagination. Not ever. But as she watched him finally free his cock from his boxers, so she could get a proper look at what he was packing, she felt herself start salivating. Wanting nothing more than to have the weight and girth of his cock against her tongue, or between her legs and filling her completely. She’d never lusted so hard over a man or a cock before, and she knew that she’d want more nights like these.
Carter wet his lips with his tongue as he watched her prop a leg up on the windowsill, baring herself to him. He groaned slightly as he cupped his balls, rolling them around in his hand as he watched her take a finger and dip it into her slick. The digit disappearing inside her, thumb pressed against her clit and other hand playing with her breasts.
He finally let himself succumb, knowing she wasn’t about to stop any time soon. Watching her throw her head back as she added another finger. Spitting into his hand before wetting the head of his cock, and repeating the action a couple of times before starting to jerk himself. Sighing heavily as he spread his legs a little more, and inched closer towards the window. The dim light in her bedroom, coupled with the shitty lighting in the alley below, made it hard for him to properly see.
That didn’t sway him, however. Especially not when she took her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean of her own arousal. Making him thrust his hips a little harder into his hand, and tighten his grip around himself. Groaning as he teased the sensitive head of his cock, imagining he was teasing her mouth, or about to sink deep into her cunt.
She watched him with hooded eyes, imagining it was him inside her instead of her fingers. Knowing he’d hit the spot that’d have her toes curling within seconds. Running her hands up her body, playing with her breasts and spreading her legs a little wider. Imagining his face buried between her thighs as she rubbed her clit and built her high. Gasping as she pressed two fingers inside herself again, walls clenching as she imagined her fingers were his own instead, or his cock.
He fought to keep his eyes open as he watched her. Body shaking right before his eyes. His cock twitching with every stroke and fondle of his balls. Hips snapping forward to fuck his fist, desperate for release. Knowing he was so fucking close to coming. Eyes blinking spots out of his vision, and watching her slap a hand on the side of the window frame as her knee started to buckle.
Carter came with a loud grunt and a string of curses, white spurts of come hitting the window in front of him in an explosion of euphoria. Mouth hung open as he watched her drop her leg and squeeze them together, hands still buried between her thighs. Bent over slightly, eyes locked on each other as her own body shook with her orgasm.
He realised he was still fisting his cock when she slowly stood up, hands cupping her breasts and giving them an admiring squeeze. Thumbs rolling over pebbled nipples before she pressed herself up against the window, breasts mostly flattened against the glass, and gave the window a kiss. Shooting him a wink as her gaze dropped to the mess he’d made on his own window and turning around before disappearing further into her room.
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.
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