Day 5. Experiment
Pairing: Morrigan x f!reader
Summary: Best friends, too many drinks and confessions of your sad sex life.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, explicit language, girl on girl, foreplay/oral female receiving, slight language/drinking, jealousy, slow burn
Word Count: 1,364
Day 4 | Kinktober Masterlist | Day 6
I was sprawled across the couch in Morrigan’s estate, curled up on her sofa while she lounged beside me. One elbow rested on the armrest as she watched me with a lazy, amused smile. We were both on our fifth glass of wine.
My eyes were squeezed shut as I laughed, tears forming in my eyes. Wine sloshed over the rim of my glass, spilling across my dress, but I couldn’t care.
“You can’t be serious!” Mor shouted, throwing her head back
“Yes!” I gasped, barely able to breathe through my laughter. “He did!”
She shook her head, still smiling, her voice teasing. “God, you deserve so much better than that.”
I took another sip of wine, cheeks flushed.
“Better than bad sex and disappointing dates?” I mumbled.
“Yes,” she said, voice low and teasing. “Maybe it’s men.”
“Maybe it’s the men I go for,” I countered.
“Maybe it’s men in general,” she whispered under her breath.
I rolled my eyes, setting my glass down with a clink.
“I’ve been on okay dates with men,” I protested, though even I didn’t sound convinced.
“When was the last time a man left you satisfied?” Mor asked, tone turning serious.
My breath caught.
“Noah,” I muttered, burying my face in my glass.
The memory was more of a blur than a night worth remembering.
Mor snorted, laughter echoing through the room. “The one who made you pay for dinner and left before you even—”
“Elijah,” I interrupted quickly, my voice cracking.
“Oh, right. The one who moaned his ex’s name and cried,” she said, laughing louder.
I groaned, sinking deeper into the couch as embarrassment flooded me.
“You deserve better,” she said simply, sipping her wine.
“I just want good sex,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“When was the last time you even came?” she asked, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
“Last night I—”
Her hand landed gently on my knee, cutting me off.
“When was the last time someone else made you come?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
I didn’t have to say it; she knew the answer, it was written across my face.
“Never?” she gasped.
I groaned, hiding behind a pillow. “Mor, let’s change the subject.”
“No way,” she said, slamming her glass down on the table.
“Stop,” I laughed, burying my face in my hands.
“No one has ever—”
I shook my head. “No one.”
Her gaze dropped to where her hand still rested on my thigh.
“Oh, god,” she murmured, voice softening. “You’re missing out.”
“Oh, please,” I said quickly, grasping for a comeback. “Like, you have the best dating life? What about Emerie?”
Morr’s face flushed instantly.
“You really had to bring that up?” she whispered, her brown eyes narrowing on mine.
“You made fun of my dating life first,” I teased, grinning as I leaned forward to reach my wine glass.
Her eyes followed me, that familiar spark of mischief lighting behind them.
“I could make it up to you,” she murmured, lips curling into a wicked smile.
“And how would you make it up to me?” I teased, leaning closer, our noses almost touching.
“I am going to be the first person to make you cum,” she said, voice full of determination, eyes sparkling.
My heart stuttered, and my breath caught.
“You’re joking,” I whispered, my eyes flicking down to her mouth just for a moment as my heart pounded in my chest.
“Trust me,” she murmured, her voice a whisper. “I am not joking, I am proving a point.”
“And what point is that?” I breathed, her lips brushing mine.
“That women are so much better than men,” she whispered against my lips.
She kissed me.
She tasted like strawberries and wine.
My glass slipped from my fingers, forgotten, as my hands tangled in her soft blonde hair. Her fingers found my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
Our lips moved together, slow at first, then hungrier, deeper.
I tilted her head, deepening our kiss. She groaned against my mouth, her tongue tasting mine.
Heat rushed through me, every nerve alive beneath her touch as her hands traced my sides, firm and certain.
“You taste like strawberries,” I whispered, breathless, when we finally pulled apart for air.
Her eyes sparkled, and her smirk was teasing as she replied, “You taste like sin.”
Before I could respond, Mor pushed me back against the cushions of the lounge, caging me beneath her.
Her body pressed against mine.
My heart raced, my palms trembling as she kissed me again, her lips soft yet demanding. Her hands moved, teasing and testing, as if mapping every inch of my skin.
Her lips trailed down my throat, and I forgot how to breathe. Her hand slid higher up my skirt, and my body arched into her, caught between curiosity and want.
My fingers traced the curve of her waist, the softness of her hips, her frame fitting perfectly against my curves. My skirt bunched around my waist, and her mouth pressed hot kisses and trailed marks along my throat.
I shivered, my breath hitching as her fingers hooked the lace of my underwear.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mor murmured. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, her breath warm against my skin. I whimpered, my chest pressing against hers, my back arching as if craving her touch.
My breath hitched as her fingers hooked the lace of my underwear, tugging them down slowly. Her fingers trailed up my skirt, finding my soaking core, and I moaned.
I was drenched and trembling as her fingers began to trace delicate patterns between my thighs.
“You’re so wet,” she purred, satisfaction dripping from her words.
My cheeks flushed, but my body betrayed me, desperate for more.
Her fingers circled my clit, pushing me closer to the edge, and I gasped as she slid between my legs.
She was intoxicating.
“Mor,” I whimpered, as her fingers slipped inside me.
Her rhythm was relentless, her tongue pressed against my clit, and I saw stars. I clenched around her fingers, tangling my hands in her golden hair, pulling her closer as she moaned against me.
“Oh lord,” I groaned, seconds from falling over the edge.
Her tongue was teasing my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. She moaned against me, her fingers curling, hitting spots I didn't even know I had, as if she knew my body better than I did.
Maybe she did, because I was seconds away from—
I couldn’t even finish the thought before I fell over the edge, clenching around her fingers, my body shaking with release.
I screamed her name as I pressed myself against her mouth, riding out my high.
She pulled away slowly, her mouth trailing kisses down my thighs.
The moment she pulled away, I sank to my knees before her, fingers trembling as I gathered her skirts around her waist.
“Teach me how to please you,” I whispered, eyes half lidded as I gazed up at her in a lust-filled haze.
Her hands gripped the couch, knuckles white, as she nodded.
My mouth began to trail up her inner thighs, her lace panties damp and dark. I felt her shiver, her breath hitching, as my fingers started to tug them down slowly.
I spread her lips gently, tasting her, her sweetness coating my tongue.
“Again,” she whined, pressing closer.
I obeyed, mimicking her movements, my fingers sinking into her, tongue pressing harder, my tongue flicking, sucking gently.
“Harder,” she whimpered.
I pressed my tongue harder, my fingers curling. Her hips bucked, and I felt her tighten around my fingers.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her body trembling.
She came on my fingers, her body shaking, and her fingers tugging on my hair, as her thighs clenched around my head, unwilling to let me go.
Eventually, I pulled away, trailing kisses down her thighs as we stared at each other, lust in our eyes.
“You were right,” I panted, licking my lips. “Women are so much better than men.”
She gave me that familiar beautiful grin, and before I could think, I was pulling her down onto the rug by the fire.
Our mouths collided, all heat and motion, hands tracing wherever they could reach.
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