The Giver (she gets the job done)
TWs: pretty graphic sex
You decide to complain to your best friend, Amelia, about your unsatisfactory sexual history with men. And in doing so, make her extremely determined to show you how good sex can be. Oh, and that you’re not as straight as you thought.
(F/F, Amelia Shepherd x femreader, best friends to lovers type beat but also this is just straight smut with no romance, 2.4K words)
You huffed as you sat down on the couch, throwing your head dramatically on the back of it. You always were known for having flair. Amelia walked into the lounge and chuckled as she saw you star-fishing on the couch, clearly annoyed.
“What’s up your ass?” She hummed, walking over to the coffee machine.
“Not enough.” You murmured back, draping an arm over your face.
You heard her snicker by the coffee machine. “Wow.”
“I miss sex.” You huffed and picked your head back up, watching as she made her way around the couches to sit on the one opposite you, sipping her coffee. “The good kind.” You continued, then chuckled humourlessly. “Not that that kind even exists. Seriously, why can’t one guy make me come? Not one! It’s ridiculous.”
Amelia was just smiling knowingly, sat there, almost looking amused. She sighed and leaned back, clearly entertained by your first-world problem. “You ever tried being with a woman?”
Your eyes widened and you let out a shocked, slightly bewildered laugh. “I’m not gay.”
“You would be.”
“I would be?” You were a little offended.
“Yeah.” She shrugged and smiled. “You don’t feel satisfied with men. A woman knows how to get the job done. Why do you think I only started to date women after sleeping with one?”
You let out another chuckle. “Because you’re actually queer. I’m not. Trust me, I know.”
“You’ve never tried it.”
“Yeah but I don’t have to try it to-“
“You’d so easily fall into queerness if you had sex with a woman.”
You scoffed. “What evidence do you have for that?”
“If no man has ever, ever made you come… not even the hottest one you’ve been with… then the problem isn’t with their technique, it’s with their… maleness.”
You raised an eyebrow.
She chuckled and continued. “Seriously. Try sleeping with a woman. Just once. Can’t be worse than the sex you’ve already had right?”
That got your interest. Because it was true. You’ve had some pretty terrible sex, and nothing could really beat the one time a guy put it in the wrong hole and kept going. (Ouch).
You sighed and rubbed your face.
“Oh and just look at yourself.”
“What?” You picked up your head, a frown of confusion crossing your features.
She gestured to you. “Look at how you’re sat and tell me you’re a straight woman.”
You slowly adjusted the man-spread you were comfortably showcasing into a more ladylike position by crossing one leg over another, but you were blushing by the truth of that statement.
You thought for a moment, as Amelia sipped her coffee. Then, relenting a little, you clicked your tongue and spoke. “Okay, but where would I find a woman to sleep with anyway? I need someone who’s okay with it being my first time, and is okay with being used as an experiment, and isn’t weird or unattractive or inexperienced or-“
“You’re looking at her.” Amelia smirked.
Your heart stuttered for a second. “No.”
“No?” She chuckled. “Oh come on, I’m the perfect girl. I’m experienced, you trust me, I know everything I need to know, and well… I’m pretty hot.”
You considered it. For a moment. “No! No! No, absolutely not. You’re- no. No. No. End of. No.”
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The back of your head collided with the wall as Amelia pushed you up against it, her lips attached to yours in a heated, messy kiss. You moaned into her mouth, your hands climbing up her shirt.
Okay.
So you initially said no. And you meant it. But you thought about it. And thought about it. And you realised you were kind of desperate for sex. Desperate enough to sleep with your best friend anyway. What was the point of resisting when Amelia was so clearly down?
You expected it to feel awkward, but the second her lips met yours, a prickle of fire erupted across your skin. One you hadn’t felt… maybe ever.
And now here you were, with Amelia’s hands under your top, her mouth on yours.
Her lips trailed off to the side, kissing along your jaw. And damn, her lips were soft. You threw your head back against the wall with a soft thud, a moan leaving your lips. You barely started, and you already felt yourself dripping steadily into your underwear. You blamed it on being desperate for sex. Not because you were gay. Because you weren’t.
She kissed down your neck and you grasped at the skin of her back, your legs starting to shake. “Amelia-“ your strained voice managed to breathe out, because you were aching badly for it.
“I know.” She murmured into your neck, before pulling back, and taking you towards her bedroom as clothes started to come off. She pushed you onto the bad, so you were sat on the edge of it, and she straddled your lap. Your hands were shaking at an embarrassing intensity as you tried (and failed) to take her bra off. “Damn it.” You muttered.
She chuckled, and removed her own bra, letting it fall to the floor. All of a sudden, you had boobs in your face. And you got a little bit distracted. They were really nice. She raised an eyebrow at you. “You still with me, space cadet?”
You blinked yourself back into reality, and another wave of heat washed over you as you remembered what was happening. “Yeah.” You breathed out. And you both continued stripping until you were both bare.
You somehow ended up horizontally, although you don’t remember how. Your hands glided across her smooth skin, the hair on her body softer than what you were used to with men. Her skin was softer too. And where you’d previously find ridges with men, you found curves with her. All of her was soft. And warm. It was a stark contrast. But one you eagerly took in.
You leaned up and kissed her, hand finding the back of her head. She kissed back, hard. Her tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you parted them to let your tongues gently meet in the middle. You let out a sharp exhale, and heard her almost laugh in response. Her hands trailed up your body before they firmly grabbed your boobs and her thumbs brushed over your nipples. The shot of pleasure that ran through you caused you to arch off the bad in an almost paranormal way. You moaned deeply into the kiss, and she hummed and smiled in appreciation at the sound. You pulled away, panting like a dog. “Amelia, I swear to fucking god.”
She grinned, her nose nuzzling your cheek. “Still straight?”
“Shut up and-“ but before you could finish, you felt the light but powerful touch of her middle finger running up your folds and clit. You shuddered and started to breathe even heavier, your toes curling.
“Give it to you? Oh I will. As long as you shut up and take it like a good girl.”
That had your mouth shut in surprise (and as much as you hated to admit it, obedience).
But you didn’t have much time to think over it before her ring finger joined the mix and she started to circle your clit with slow, but confident motions.
You moaned softly, the sound closer to a whimper than anything. Your head fell back, eyes shutting. You felt her nuzzle your jaw with her nose, before she whispered. “Is this okay?”
The question caught you off guard. No guy had ever asked you anything close to that before. You blinked your eyes up at the ceiling, processing the question. After a few moments, you cleared your throat and spoke, tone equally as soft as Amelia’s. “Uh, yeah. Just… slightly bigger circles, maybe?” You blushed at your own words, feeling almost silly for directing your own pleasure like this, after being conditioned to believing it’s not important for so long.
She nodded against your neck, pressing a small kiss under your ear that you felt was a silent expression of ‘of course’, and her fingers broadened their motions a little.
Your hand instinctively reached for her wrist because god… you just wanted her to keep going forever. You bit your lip, your brows tensing with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Your head tipped further back, your chest rising and falling.
You couldn’t believe it. You were actually being pleasured during sex. The thought alone made you groan.
Then you groaned again, but out of frustration. Because Amelia pulled her hand away. “What? I wasn’t-“
“I know you’re not finished.” She chuckled as she started to kiss along your collarbones, her fingernails grazing up and down your thighs. “Neither am I.”
The absence of touch made the ache even worse, and you just wanted to whine and cry from frustration. But then you noticed her kisses were moving lower. And lower. She kissed between your breasts, then moved to one side. You looked down, hand moving to brush away her hair, when her lips suddenly attached to your nipple. You arched forward, your breath stuttering. “A-ah.”
“Mm.” She hummed, her tongue swirling your nipple, making your clit swell and throb to intensities it never had before
“Fuck-“ you grunted softly, your breaths sharp. “Please.”
You could tell she liked the plea spilling from your lips, because as she kissed down your stomach, her eyes looked up at you and the twinkle in them told you everything.
It was also positively the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Her hair flipped to one side, mouth busy as she kissed past your belly button, and the wild, pupil-blown look in her blue eyes made a particularly strong rush of electricity run through you. You nearly came at the sight.
Your hand tightened in her hair and you had to look away as she settled between your legs, looking up at the ceiling instead. Because you really didn’t want a touch-less orgasm.
She paused for a moment. Not out of hesitation, but because she was studying you. Studying your pussy. Admiring it even. You glanced down, watching as her eyes roamed over it, before her gaze flicked back up to yours.
You gently ran a hand through her hair to signal that you’re ready. She gave you a smile, and leaned in.
The second you felt her tongue lick up, your nerves lit up. The moan that left your mouth was entirely accidental, and your legs shook as they attempted to clamp around her head.
She started off with soft. Slow. Teasing licks. And you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter with each one, your hand repeatedly tightening and relaxing in her hair.
Then she started to lick consistently. And rhythmically. And damn it, her tongue was warm and soft and so very talented. You knew the noises you were making were downright embarrassing, knew that the expression on your face was probably less than perfect, but oh you did not care. Not like you did with men. With men it was always a performance, and you were an actress. But with women? With Amelia? This wasn’t acting. This was raw. This was real. And it felt so incredibly natural to you.
It was at about this point that you realised that yeah, you were definitely gay.
And if you didn’t know at that point, you would’ve known the next second when Amelia slid two fingers inside of you without warning, curling against your g-spot as if she’d been inside you before.
You arched forward, feeling something hot leak down your legs, and moaned loud enough for it to echo off the walls. And speaking of walls, Amelia was kind of a genius at stimulating yours. She was a surgeon. So you knew she’d be good with her hands, but you were still surprised at how her fingertips were gliding so perfectly, so smoothly against your g-spot. And mixed with the feeling of her equally-as-talented tongue on your clit, you knew you were seconds away. She knew it too. If the trembling of your body and the tension in between your legs was any indication…
She was gonna get the job done.
You only gave a soft whimper of warning before your whole world came crashing down around you. You’d had self-inflicted orgasms before, but this was different. This was Earth-shattering.
You felt the dizzying rush of warmth erupt from your very core, spreading outwards, a surging tingle of release moving down your legs and up your torso at the same time. You could swear you felt it in every nerve of your body. You trembled so hard that the entire bed shook as the fireworks went off, unbearable in the best possible way. In fact, it was so all-consuming that you couldn’t even breathe the first few seconds, but then you did. And when you did, a breathy, unholy moan left your lips.
And the orgasm just. Kept. Going.
You threw your head back, trying to hold onto any shred of reality, but realising you couldn’t, you let go. Which just made the feeling even more intense. You didn’t quite scream, but let’s just say your neighbours definitely complained. You didn’t think it would ever end.
But then it did. Your body gave a few more convulsing twitches before you relaxed completely, breaths laboured. You felt a little dizzy. No, actually, completely dizzy. Your head was spinning. And the ecstasy gave way to a velvety feeling of relief through your entire body. You couldn’t even lift a finger. You sighed, eyes shut. You felt Amelia slow her movements to a stop. You didn’t open your eyes but you could hear her licking her own fingers clean, before you felt her move up and next to you.
Your eyes remained closed and you caught your breath slowly, feeling a buzzing sensation in your entire body. Amelia’s soft fingertips brushed some hair off of your face, and you heard her chuckle. But it wasn’t a chuckle of humour, it was a warm chuckle of affection. She spoke after a few moments, you could hear the smile in her voice. “You okay?”
You sighed again, licking your dry lips. “I’m gay.”
She snickered, taken aback. “Oh yeah, that much is obvious.”
You chuckled back, but weakly, because you were still blissed out. You blinked your eyes open, blurry gaze fixing on her.
She smiled down at you, her voice tender. “Hi.”
Sighing, and feeling a rush of warm sensation that had nothing to do with sex, you replied with a quiet: “Hi.”