summary: Johanna peels the orange with steady hands, the sweet smell of citrus floating outwards to fill the room. She’s humming along to ‘My Sweet Lord,’ a little off-key as always, and when she glances over Brianna is looking up at her with a wide, crooked sort of smile, all bright eyes and warmth, and Johanna feels a grin spreading on her own face.
“What?” she laughs.
Brianna’s smile widens. “Nothing.”
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Or, Brianna and Johanna share an orange, and an afternoon together.
written for @stayinqpower’s genderbent!queen week!
read it on ao3
pairing: johanna deacon/regina taylor
warnings: oral sex, fingering
word count: 1319
summary: Johanna is fucking ethereal— absolutely unbelievable stretched out on the bed like this, her chest heaving, flushed red from her cheeks down to her chest. The hand not tangled in Regina’s hair is on one of her own tits, squeezing, playing with her nipple.
“Look at me,” Jo whines, and when Regina does she’s met with the sight of Johanna looking down at her with desperate, half-lidded eyes.
“Reg,” Johanna sighs, letting her head fall backward onto the pillow. Regina’s mouth is sinfully hot and wet on her cunt as she flattens her tongue, licks a long strip up to her clit, and Johanna whines, tossing her head to the side. Regina’s hands tighten on her thighs, holding her firmly in place as she sucks on her clit, pulling a choked moan from the back of Jo’s throat.
Regina has known Johanna for a long time now. It’s been years since they’d first gotten together, they’d been best friends since long before then, and Regina knows her probably better than Regina knows herself. She knows Johanna’s body; knows exactly what it is that makes her tick, knows just what it takes to make her fall apart. She knows what it takes to turn her into a whiny, desperate mess, what it takes to make her beg— and god if the sound of Johanna begging isn’t just music to Regina’s ears. She hums, closes her lips around Jo’s clit, swirls her tongue in circles just to hear her moan, low and needy.
Johanna is wet. Her wetness covers Regina’s cheeks and Regina’s mouth is filled with the taste of her and christ if it isn’t fucking intoxicating. Truth be told, this may very well be Regina’s favourite place to be in the world; lying on her stomach on the bed, her head between Johanna’s thighs, Jo’s legs hooked over her shoulders, fingers twisted in her hair. Her grip tightens whenever Regina does something she really likes, pulling, and it makes something electric race down Regina’s spine, spurring her on. The sounds Johanna makes are another thing entirely— all shuddering breaths and desperate moans and whimpers coaxed from the back of her throat, bitten off curses of Regina’s name that stoke the fire between Regina’s hips and leave her panties soaking wet.
Not to mention that Jo is fucking ethereal— absolutely unbelievable stretched out on the bed like this, her chest heaving, flushed red from her cheeks down to her chest. The hand not tangled in Regina’s hair is on one of her own tits, squeezing, playing with her nipple.
“Look at me,” Jo whines, and when Regina does she’s met with the sight of Johanna looking down at her with desperate, half-lidded eyes. She’s flushed and sweaty, her hair a mess on the pillow under her, her parted lips red and spit-slick. The sight of her makes Regina moan against her cunt, which in turn makes Johanna gasp, her back arching as her hips buck and her head tips back, the line of her throat stretching deliciously.
Regina rides the motion out easily, tightening her hold on Johanna’s thighs. She’ll probably have little fingerprint-shaped bruises there tomorrow, and the thought makes Regina’s stomach twist with arousal. She holds Johanna in place as she licks down, her tongue darting inside, thrusting a few times before pulling back and teasing up her slit, feeling Johanna clench against her.
“Oh fuck,” Johanna all but sobs, head thrashing against the bed. “Reg, your fingers— please, I— shit—”
Regina pulls back just enough to grin up at her, lips shiny with Jo’s wetness. “You want my fingers darling?”
Johanna nods frantically. “Please, Reg.”
Regina presses a kiss to Jo’s clit, featherlight, and Johanna whimpers. “You sound so pretty when you beg,” Regina says softly.
She lets go of one of Johanna’s thighs and brings her hand down, teasing two fingers over her entrance. Johanna lets out a breath of what sounds like yesyesyesyes, her hips bucking against Regina’s hand to try to get her fingers inside. Regina licks slowly at her clit as she rubs light circles over Jo’s entrance, not quite pressing inside, and the moan Johanna lets out is desperate and wrecked.
“God, you fucking tease,” she sobs, trying in vain to fuck down onto Regina’s fingers.
“Needy,” Regina hums airily, and she’s pretty sure that Johanna only manages to turn her whimper into more of a growl by sheer willpower alone.
“Shut up Reg,” Johanna snaps breathlessly. Regina dips her fingers inside, just a little, before she pulls them out, teases them up her slit to rub lightly over her clit. “God would you fucking get on with it al— oh, fuck!”
She breaks off with a choked moan as Regina finally pushes two fingers inside her, not wasting any time before she hooks them to press against Johanna’s g-spot, hard. Regina smirks.
“God you’re a cunt,” Johanna says, but it comes out thin and breathy.
Regina laughs. “You love me.”
“You’re lucky I do,” Johanna mutters, and Regina giggles before starting up a steady rhythm, slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her, gradually speeding up until she’s finger fucking her hard and fast.
Johanna gasps, her eyes squeezing shut. She clenches around Regina’s fingers when they curl inside her, dropping her head back, and when Regina’s mouth is suddenly back on her clit Johanna can’t seem to be quiet to save her life. She’s letting out these short, high-pitched moans like they’re being punched out of her; gasps of “ah ah ah” as Regina fingers her and sucks on her clit until she’s seeing stars.
“Another,” Johanna demands breathlessly, and Regina obliges, adding a third finger and moaning at the feeling of Johanna stretching so beautifully around her.
It draws a loud cry from Johanna’s throat and Regina is so turned on she feels like she might be going insane. All she knows is Johanna all around her— Johanna’s desperate moans mixing with the wet sounds of Regina’s fingers fucking in and out of her, Johanna’s fingers tugging hard on her hair, Johanna’s legs wrapped around her head. Her cunt is throbbing against Regina’s tongue, the salty-sweet taste of her filling her mouth. It’s utterly filthy and absolutely fucking divine and Regina’s head is spinning.
It’s a few minutes later when Johanna’s stomach starts to tense, her legs squeezing tighter around Regina’s head as she gasps “close.” Regina hums and closes her lips around Johanna’s clit, swirling her tongue as she pumps her fingers steadily, finding the right angle to hit her g-spot again and again. She flattens her tongue and licks a strip from where her fingers are disappearing inside Johanna up to her clit and Jo yanks on her hair so hard Regina sees stars.
It’s all breathless, high-pitched moans and gasps of yesyesyes and ah fuck, just like that and oh my god don’t stop, don’t stop until Johanna is going still, choking on a moan of Regina’s name as her whole body goes tense. She clenches wildly around Regina’s fingers as she comes, her back arching and her toes curling before finally she relaxes, breathing hard, her chest heaving. Slowly, her grip on Regina’s hair loosens.
Regina pulls away as soon as Jo becomes too sensitive, slipping her fingers out gently before giving her one last lick to clean her up a bit. Johanna whimpers softly in the back of her throat and slowly blinks her eyes open to look down at Regina. She looks so fucked out it leaves Regina breathless, her own need to come suddenly overwhelming.
Regina moves up the bed and kisses her, hard and needy. Jo licks into her mouth and moans, searching out the taste of herself, and it’s so fucking dirty and obscene that it makes Regina’s brain go fuzzy. When Johanna pulls away Regina can’t keep her eyes off of her— she’s the bloody picture of sin, laid out on the bed under her with her flushed cheeks, her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, looking up at Regina with heavy eyes.
“Alright,” Johanna says finally, and her grin is as bright and mischievous as Regina’s ever seen it. She pushes at Regina’s shoulder until Regina lies back on the bed before climbing over her, a knee on either side of her waist. “Your turn.”
warnings: recreational drug use (cannabis), strap on sex, fingering
word count: 1973
summary: Melina takes another long drag off the joint, her cheeks hollowing, and Regina finds that she can’t look away. She feels warm and hazy and very stoned, and when she gets very stoned like this she tends to get a little desperate to be fucked, and now she feels a different sort of heat curling low in her stomach.
She stares for a moment longer before she pushes herself up onto her hand and cranes her neck toward Melina. Obliging, Melina bends to kiss her, and Regina’s head spins as Mel cradles her jaw so gently and slowly breathes the smoke into her mouth.
The afternoon sun is high in the sky, spilling stifling heat into the flat through the open window. It’s completely cloudless, and the sunlight that pours in through the open windows is heavy and hot. Occasionally a weak breeze drifts in, rustles the curtains, but it offers very little respite from the heat. The air is thick and muggy and Regina feels overheated, uncomfortably warm and sticky lying on her back on the rug on the living room floor, dressed only in a pair of loose-fitting shorts, her shirt long since lost to the heat.
It’s an ugly fucking rug; a red and yellow paisley number that Melina had stumbled upon down at the flea market and instantly fallen in love with. Regina, on the other hand, had hated it the second she’d laid eyes on it. She’d bitten her tongue, though, because the bright smile on Mel’s face when she’d laid it out on the living room floor— the first genuine pop of colour in their drab and dingy flat— had more than made up for it.
There’s a lit joint dangling from Regina’s fingers and she brings it to her lips, takes a long, lazy pull off it and lets the smoke fill her chest. She holds it there until it starts to make her head swim and then lets it out, slowly, tips her head so she can blow it toward Melina, grinning. Mel laughs, a low, lazy sort of thing, before snatching the joint from Regina’s fingers.
She’s a fucking vision, Regina thinks, with her dark hair in a messy knot on the top of her head, the baby hairs around her temple curling with the humidity as she holds the joint to her lips and takes a hit. She’s a little more modest looking than Regina— she’s still got her sports bra on at least, along with her shorts, unlike Regina who’s naked from the waist up— and Regina watches the tilt of her jaw as she tips her head back and exhales the smoke into the air, a lazy smile playing at her lips.
Melina takes another long drag off the joint, her cheeks hollowing, and Regina finds that she can’t look away. She feels warm and hazy and very stoned, and when she gets very stoned like this she tends to get a little desperate to be fucked, and now she feels a different sort of heat curling low in her stomach. She stares for a moment longer before she pushes herself up onto her hand and cranes her neck toward Melina. Obliging, Melina bends to kiss her, and Regina’s head spins as Mel cradles her jaw so gently and slowly breathes the smoke into her mouth.
Regina sighs softly, and she only manages to stop kissing her girlfriend for long enough to sit up properly and swing a leg over Melina’s lap, a knee on either side of her hips before she’s leaning in again. Melina flicks the roach into the ashtray and kisses her back, slow and lazy. Their kisses are long, warm like honey in the sun, sweet and drawn out, until Regina pulls back just enough to meet Mel’s eyes, their noses still brushing as she says, “I want you to fuck me.”
Melina groans, low in her throat, and she brushes her knuckles over Regina’s cheek. Her pupils are blown. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” Regina leans in and brushes their lips together again. Her hand slips between Melina’s legs, long fingers rubbing over her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. “Want your cock.”
Melina moans, kisses Regina more deeply this time, holding her jaw as she licks into the heat of her mouth. “If you want the strap,” she whispers when she pulls away, “you have to go get it. I don’t feel like getting up.”
Regina rolls her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. She stares Melina down for a long moment. After a few seconds, Melina raises an eyebrow, challenging. Finally, Regina sighs heavily— rather dramatically, really— and heaves herself up, dragging her feet to the bedroom.
She comes back a moment later, tossing the strap on and the bottle of lube onto the couch behind Melina before plopping back down in her lap. Mel can’t seem to tear her eyes away from the way her tits bounce, and when she finally glances up Regina gives her a lazy sort of grin. Mel grins back at her, gentle fingers grazing the soft skin of Regina’s waist before she leans in leans in and licks over one of Regina’s nipples before sucking it into her mouth. Regina sighs, her head tipping back as her own hand comes up to play with her other tit.
Now, Regina’s nipples have always been sensitive, to say the very least— there’s been a handful of times she’s managed to come from nipple stimulation alone— but right here and right now the high is making every single nerve ending in her body feel like it’s on fire, and when Mel’s teeth graze her nipple it somehow feels even better than Regina remembers and she couldn’t hold back her breathy moans if she tried. Even in the thick heat of the summer afternoon goosebumps are trailing down her spine, and she doesn’t even realize she’s been rocking her hips against Melina’s until Mel’s hand settles over her clothed pussy, rubs her through the fabric of her shorts.
Regina suddenly doesn’t have time for this. That other, white-hot sort of heat is coiling deep between her hips and she needs it, now. She threads her fingers through Melina’s hair, tugging just the wrong side of gentle, the way she knows Mel likes, pulling Melina up to kiss her deep and hard.
“Come on,” she says against her lips. She grabs the strap on from the couch behind Melina and passes it to her before shuffling back, off of her lap. Melina laughs.
“You’re so demanding,” she teases, but she stands, stripping off what's left of her clothing and getting the harness fastened around her while Regina kicks off her own shorts. Melina sits back down on the floor, her back against the couch, and a moment later Regina is back in her lap. Melina’s skin is overheated and sticky against hers, and as Regina grabs the lube and slicks up the dildo, her fist working over it quickly, she looks up into Melina’s eyes and finds her watching with a heavy gaze, her pupils blown and her lips parted.
“You’re so hot Mel,” Regina breathes. Melina wets her lips, her hands tightening on Regina’s waist. “Jesus. You’re fucking perfect.” Regina’s clean hand cups Melina’s tit, squeezing gently, rolling her nipple between her fingers, and Melina sighs her name. Her hands come up to push Regina’s sweaty hair back out of her face.
Regina raises herself onto her knees, then, lining up the toy before she sinks down, all in one go. She moans, burying her face in the crook of Melina’s neck, shifting her hips for a moment, getting comfortable, before she lifts herself up and then drops back down, hard. She starts up a steady rhythm, fucking herself slow and deep.
It’s all warm, syrupy pleasure from there. Regina’s limbs feel weighed down by lead, her head so heavy she can barely lift it out of Melina’s neck, but at the same time she feels like she’s floating, something light and weightless clouding her head. It feels fucking incredible— it’s the six inch dildo, her favourite, and it fills her up fucking perfectly, stretches her so well without being too much. Melina feels fucking amazing under her, too, her hands under Regia’s thighs helping her fuck herself on the strap on at the same time she thrusts her hips up to meet Regina halfway.
Regina sucks kisses into the skin of Melina’s neck, listens to her breathless moans and tastes the salt on her tongue as she nips up the column of her throat and along the line of her jaw before she kisses her, all wet and messy heat. She wraps her arms around Melina’s neck and presses herself as close as she can, kissing her hard and deep and filthy, groaning deep in her chest. She kisses her until her lungs are burning and then she pulls away, breathing hard into Melina’s mouth as she sinks down again and again.
“Does it feel good darling?” Melina asks, breathy.
“Mm.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah Mel,” Regina breathes. “Feels so fucking good.”
Melina shifts her hips, and this time when Regina drops down the toy hits her g-spot so well she sees stars. She curses into Melina’s neck and then Mel’s hand is in her hair, tugging her up so she can kiss her again. She bites down on Regina’s bottom lip and Regina feels something hot and intense coiling deep in her stomach, tongues of flame licking up her spine.
It isn’t long before their kiss devolves into little more than sharing air and Regina couldn't hold back her moans if she tried— all breathy, high-pitched sounds punched from her chest. She knows from experience that the base of the dildo feels fucking incredible rubbing against Melina’s cunt, and Mel is panting curses against her mouth, her hips stuttering. Melina slips her hand between Regina’s legs, her fingers finding her clit.
Regina curses, starts to ride Melina a little faster, chasing her orgasm. The pleasure builds between her hips and at the base of her spine until she moans, high and broken, her hips bucking, clenching around the strap on as she comes. Melina keeps rocking up into her slowly, her fingers rubbing circles over her clit as she works Regina through it. Finally, Regina goes lax, dropping her head on Melina’s shoulder, breathing hard.
She gives herself a minute to come down from it before she lifts her head and kisses Melina again, tangling her fingers in her hair. Without warning, she leans over and pulls Melina down with her— a little more forcefully than she intended— so that they’re both lying on their sides on the rug, still pressed flush together. Regina giggles into Mel’s mouth, her fingers working clumsily to unfasten the strap on before slipping it off. She hikes Melina’s leg over her hip to get a better angle before sinking two fingers into her.
Mel is soaking wet, and the slick sounds as Regina starts to finger her fast and hard could probably make Regina come again all on their own— well, that, and the frankly obscene noises Melina is making, all shuddery breaths and desperate moans. Mel wets her lips, watching Regina with doe eyes until Regina crooks her fingers against her g-spot, makes her eyes squeeze shut and her head tip back in pleasure. Regina rubs her clit with her thumb as she pumps her fingers, angles them just right until Melina is seeing stars, until she’s tensing up and going silent, coming hard on Regina’s fingers.
Regina works her through it expertly, rubbing gentle circles over her clit until Mel makes a soft sound in the back of her throat when she becomes too sensitive. Regina slips her fingers out, makes sure Melina is looking when she brings them to her lips and sucks them into her own mouth, moaning softly at the taste of her girlfriend.
“Jesus,” Melina says breathlessly, a lazy sort of grin on her face. “You’re something else, you know that?”
Regina laughs, flopping onto her back on the rug. Melina does the same with a heavy sigh. It’s quiet for a few long moments then, the only sounds in the room that of their breathing and the occasional weak breeze rustling the curtains.
Finally, Regina hums, tipping her head to look at her girlfriend with a lazy sort of grin. “You wanna roll another?”
ANDIE I saw this and immediately thought of Brianna!! Imagine how lovely she would look in this ahhhhhhhh — oh my goodness she would look so sweet!!!!! especially with her long legs she would look AMAZING in this
