GIRL DINNER
pairing: wlw) allie hayes x fem!reader
summary: allie's broken up with sean and you're her perfect distraction.
a/n: allie hayes needs an eater. that's it.
SMUT under the cut. 18+ ONLY. i am not responsible for what you consume on the internet.
allie hayes isn't the vanilla type.
every second with sean in the bedroom felt like lighting a wet lighter. no friction, no flame, just weak attempts at intimacy that always fell short.
sure, she'd orgasm. sean isn't a dummy and knows her body well enough to get the job done, and part of her feels like she shouldn't even be complaining in the first place. sean's objectively a great guy.
he has a plan outside of college, a career based in vancouver, and she's a part of those plans...just not willingly.
every second with sean feels predictable and planned. so now that she's officially broken up with him and a little (lot) depressed? she needs a way to blow off steam.
so, here we are.
"oh, fuck. right there."
allie's legs are spread wide open, her toes curling against the hard surface of your dorm room floor. the cold bites against her skin in the most delicious way.
her ringed fingers are gripping at your hair, nails digging into your scarp and sending a sharp stinging sensation through your head, that immediately shifts to a fast growing arousal that makes you drip through your panties.
allie's got her head tilted back, those curls messy and slightly damp from her shower earlier. one that you so "rudely" interrupted, just to get a taste of her. she remembers it very vividly.
"allie," you'd whined, leaning against the bathroom door with a jut to your bottom lip like someone's kicked puppy dog.
she rolled her eyes, continuing to soap down her beautiful body, the suds sliding and spreading across wet, naked skin. the sight wasn't that sexy, in her eyes, but to you? it was damn near erotic, the way she was washing herself--that gorgeous body that sean neglected to worship properly.
"i'll be out in a sec, babe," allie responded halfheartedly, running her loofa along her stomach.
"you've already been in there for, like, forever!"
"that's dramatic."
"and that's rich coming from you."
allie gasped, mockingly, sending you a smile that nearly had your knees buckling. "rude. now i'm definitely not getting out anytime soon."
that got a frustrated groan out of you, now walking fully into allie's bathroom and fully leaning against the shower door.
"come on," you groaned. "i haven't tasted you since friday night."
true. there was a big hockey match that night, briar u hawks against st. mary's team. usually, allie would've went with hannah, but you convinced her to stay in.
multiple times. on that maddeningly wicked tongue of yours.
allie sighs. "so, i'm assuming you want me to put you out of your misery?"
you nodded. "please."
allie wishes she got her ass out of that shower quicker with the way you're eating her out right now.
your tongue works tantalizing and rhythmic circles against her poor, overstimulated bundle of nerves. sending a slow, flat lick up her dripping, throbbing cunt as two of your fingers are nestled deep instead of her, curling with every inward thrust.
"you taste so fucking good, al..." you moaned against her clit, sending a sensation of vibration through her that has her moaning even louder.
"yeah? you like the way i taste--ah?"
you nodded, trading out your tongue for your lips as they wrap around her abused clit, sucking just enough to have her whimpering. your vacant hand makes its way up the expanse of her toned stomach, grabbing a breast and kneading the soft skin, thumb rolling her nipple until it pebbles.
allie doesn't think this can get any better.
until it doesn't.
she gasps as she hears the front door open and accidentally tugs on your hair sharp enough to have you pulling back and ready to glare at her, only for allie to clap her hand over your mouth.
"sorry," she sheepishly whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to your forehead before scrambling up and grabbing her favorite red robe and throwing it on to see who came in.
and of course, it's hannah--her best friend and roommate.
"hey, han," allie greeted with a smile, crossing her arms and trying to ignore the dissatisfied aching of her cunt.
"hey!" hannah chirped back, giving allie a little smile before walking to her own room.
"i thought you were with garrett today, date night and such?" allie questioned.
hannah grabbed her lip gloss off of her dresser, a pink shade she'd stolen from allie a couple of months ago, and walked back out of her room.
"still am," hannah answered. "i just came back for this, and---"
she pauses.
"why are you so sweaty?"
shit.
allie immediately tries to cover it up, waving her hand in an attempt to dismiss the fact that her hair looks like a wet dog, and she's glowing either from being in the gym too long or...other things.
"just got back from pilates! yeah, today was crazy. mad planks, weird tree poses, the usual. you should come next time, we missed you there!"
hannah almost smiles--she knows about allie's little situation with you. always hanging around each other too long, glances that lingered for a second too much, and there's always been a tension between the two of you that she never deemed as "just friendship".
"...okay. well, i'm heading back out. malone's later?" hannah didn't question a thing.
"yeah, totally! be safe, love you lots!" allie watches hannah leave, and as soon as the door closes, she lets out a big sigh.
she slowly walks back to her dorm room to find you sitting on her bed, going through her sex calendar.
"sorry about that," allie smiled, immediately pouncing onto the bed and wrapping her arms around you from behind whilst pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "...now where'd we leave off?"
"we left off at the part where you tell me why you have a calendar with a picture of a man doing a handstand into a girl's pu--"
"that's not how it works!"
allie's hand reached out to grab the calendar, but you try to snatch it back. a fury of limbs go wild as you both wrestle for the calendar as giggles fill the room.
her hand flies down to tickle at your side. "eek!" you squealed, easily getting rolled over and onto your back as allie straddles you and holds the calendar above your head--victorious.
"ask me nicely, and i'll show you how to do october 17th." she smirked.
"do i even wanna know what that is?" you groaned.
yeah, you definitely, totally do.
"maybe. maybe not. but for right now?" allie's nails drag down your tank top, stopping at the hem of it.
"i really, really want my mouth on you. to make up for earlier."
you smiled, hands coming out to rest on her hips.
"by all means...go right ahead."
and oh, she does.
horny and bored. that's the point of the post. xoxo