teach me ★ ani x fem!reader
Part 2
ofc this was supposed to be a drabble but i couldn't stop myself
Warnings: SMUT - thigh riding
Word Count: 1300
pls one chance mikey
she instantly took a liking to you the second you walked through the swinging double doors to the backroom and jimmy introduced you as the club's newest girl. it was the sight of your initial sweet smile that drew her in. it was untainted and hopeful and bright. it was clear to her that you were new to this industry.
so, ani kindly offered to help you out.
it started with you and her arriving early so she could teach you some moves, some of which she demonstrated on you. she could tell you were flustered when she grinded on your lap, her arms slung lazily around your neck and her breath hot against it as she explained each move.
eventually, she found herself waiting all day for your little one-on-one sessions. she was obsessed with toying with you.
she dragged her nails agonizingly slow against your thigh or allowed her knee to brush in between your legs just to watch your pretty doe eyes widen even more. and the way you kept your hands glued to your sides, afraid to move, made her laugh. she grabbed your hands and placed them on her body wherever she desired your touch.
your reactions were so different from every man who paid for her services. maybe she was just obsessed with you.
"aren't you just the cutest little thing?" she whispered in your ear once as she danced atop you, her lips ghosting over your earlobe in a smile.
then it progressed to you applying your teachings.
she's sitting in one of the stalls now as you climb onto her, straddling her thighs.
"c'mon, baby, show me what i taught ya," she says with a satisfied smile, leaning back in the chair.
you give her a nervous smile before you begin to roll your hips in time with the sultry music. her smile falters.
it's as if all the stiffness left your body and now you're as fluid as water as your back arches and your hands creep up her shoulders. you pull her chest into yours and dig your teeth into your bottom lip like you've been doing this for years. you're almost too good.
you look up into her eyes with a newfound confidence. suddenly she understands how you felt all those times when she was on top of you.
"'m i doin' okay?" you mumble, breath fanning across the tip of her nose. you must have already known the answer from the dumbfounded look on her face.
she's about to respond before you grab her wrists and guide her palms to your near bare ass. you hold her hands there for a moment before letting go. her hands stay glued to your skin.
"fuck," she sighs, the word escaping her uncontrollably. she has a better understanding of why men pay so much money for this. "you're doing so good," she practically groans, her eyes intently following each roll of your body. her acrylics dig into the skin of your ass before her hands roam comfortably along your thighs, exploring new territory.
you smile proudly, looking up toward the ceiling and exposing the expanse of your neck. you can tell she's enjoying this and she knows that you know she's enjoying this. she feels so helpless and out of control, like you're suffocating her in the best way possible. she never knew she could feel this way about a woman.
as much as she enjoys watching you bloom, she wants you under her thumb. she craves that control and seniority over you. she takes it back by grabbing your hips and pulling you against her thigh just as you roll your hips forward.
the strangled noise you release as your near bare pussy drags against her skin is enough to leave her smiling. it's noise of surprise mixed with unfettered pleasure. your head snaps back down to meet her eyes. she loves those adorable wide eyes of yours.
"you like how that feels?" she asks, hands holding you firmly in place.
"like" was an understatement. you felt like you were on cloud fucking nine, but you couldn't articulate that in the moment.
"mmph, fuck," is all you can say. your face is so close to hers you can practically taste her lip gloss. her lips part like she's already imagining kissing you.
you suddenly feel your core start to throb and leak. something that she feels too.
"i'll take that as a yes," she laughs, squeezing your sides.
your shame melts into desire as she guides your hips against her bare thigh again, making a habit out of it. your eyebrows knit in pleasure as you release a whine.
"fuck," she says as if she's the one getting off. "you're so pretty, baby," she says, forcing you down a little harder.
she brushes your hair back so she can whisper in your ear.
"y'know, i can feel your pussy soakin' through your panties and makin' a mess all over me," she whispers.
"ani," you moan at her words, which happens to coincide with your clit dragging nicely against her skin. you wrap your arms around her neck to stabilize yourself as you work with her hands and rock your hips back and forth.
"i turned you into a real fuckin' slut, didn't i?" she laughs, enjoying the contortions of your once innocent face. her brooklyn accent is intoxicating.
only thinking of your own pleasure, your hand creeps down to push your wet underwear to the side, allowing you to feel ani's bare skin on yours. she moans when she finally feels you.
"god, y'gonna do this for all your customers now? gonna ride 'em all like this?" she grins as you shake your head no.
she slows down her hands, ensuring that each drag of your clit is slow and hard, leaving you moaning like a bitch in heat.
"jesus," she says to herself as she holds eye contact with you. you look more beautiful than ever. she wants to kiss you so badly and the feeling is mutual.
"ani!" a voice suddenly shouts over the music. you instinctively jump and raise yourself onto your knees, one planted on each side of her thighs. she giggles at how quickly your raw pleasure turns into fright, like she's not at all scared of being caught like this. "get in here! customers are here!" jimmy yells, his voice growing closer.
she rolls her eyes and falls back in the chair, dejected. she looks back up into your still frightened eyes, her fingers lingering on your thighs. the last thing she wants is to leave you.
"we'll finish this later, princess, yeah?" she says, tapping your thighs, signaling for you to get up.
once you do, she notices the wet spot on her legs and the hem of her dress. she smiles to herself, knowing the smell of you will be stuck to her for the rest of the night.
"hey," she says, leaning forward and grabbing you by the thigh before you can scurry back to the dressing room. you turn and look at her, still startled by the interruption and a little agitated that you didn't get your release.
she likes this messier version of you. your hair's a little disheveled and the sweat on your forehead glistens in the club light. not to mention your now ruined thong. she hopes you have another one so your customers don't get the privilege of seeing you like this.
"you meet me right here after your shift, okay?"
she catches the little smile that creeps onto your face. she finds herself smiling too.
"i promise i'll give you everything that you need, baby. i'll be waitin' right here for ya," she says, patting your ass. "now, go make mama proud."
