Summary: There is finally time for Olivia to show you the "research" she did for your first time together.
Warnings: WLW smut, 18+, MDNI, Mention of porn, masturbation, face sitting, voice kink, multiple orgasms
A/N: We didn't forget about this series. It's just taking a little longer for us to figure out how we want to do it. Collab fic with @impossiblewolf
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For the first time since Christmas, you and Olivia have the apartment to yourselves, not just a few hours, but the whole night. Your mom is hanging out with some girlfriends, and your dad has a poker night with some old high school friends. They made it abundantly clear they would not be returning.
As soon as you had heard, you had asked Olivia if it was finally time to look into that research she had been watching when you weren’t around. She had gently reminded you that it was one time and that as soon as you were alone for the night, with no risk for interruptions, you’d watch the porn together.
You had been pestering her about it for so long that you had forgotten how nervous you actually were to watch it. You knew what porn was. You weren’t that much of a prude, but it had always felt like a solo pastime. Now you had no idea what to do with your facial reactions, let alone your body, as you sat on the couch next to Olivia.
She is dressed in a simple tank top and shorts that seem to hug her curves in all the right places. You would think that after so many months together, you would have gotten used to seeing her like this, but you still haven’t. Your heart races as you watch her grab for the remote and flick the TV on.
You think that you know what is coming but when loud moans fill the room, you still jump. Olivia’s hand instinctively reaches for yours, her thumb swiping across the back to calm your nerves.
“Your dad really needs to turn down the TV after he is done watching sports,” she murmurs, and you can’t help but let out a giggle.
Your eyes flick to the screen, where two women not much older than you and Olivia are already undressed and lying across each other.
“Oh. My. God. They really just get right into it,” you say, which causes Olivia to laugh.
Her hand tightens around your thigh, and you can’t stop the shiver that follows. She leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “They call it porn without a plot for a reason.”
“I knew that,” you grumble, “I just didn’t expect it to be so abrupt.”
Olivia moves your hair behind your ear to expose the column of your neck. She trails kisses down from your jaw and then nips lightly, causing you to jump.
“Just watch,” she whispers as she pulls down gently on your earlobe with her teeth.
A small whimper escapes your lips as she continues to leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck. One hand curls into her thigh while the other grasps for the couch pillow that you are pressed up against. Your breath stutters and your eyes close for a moment when she reaches a particularly sensitive spot.
You don’t know how she notices, but the moment your eyes close, she stops. Her mouth moves inches away from your ear, so she is barely louder than the moans that still come from the TV.
“I believe that I told you to keep watching.”
“Liv,” you grunt as your eyes flick back to the TV.
One of the women has her fingers pumping in and out of the other one, and all you can think about is how desperately you want Liv’s fingers inside of you. However, her hands seem content to stay exactly where they are. You reach out for one of them and try to drag it over to the waistband of your shorts, but she pulls it away gently.
“Touch yourself,” she commands simply.
You turn your head to look at her for a moment, but she uses two fingers to tilt your head back towards the TV.
“You wanted to know how I did my research; I am showing you.”
You know that fighting against her is useless. When Liv gets on a power trip, there is no stopping her, not that you really want to in this situation. There is something that makes your heart race when you think about watching the TV at the same time that Olivia is watching you unravel for her. So with one final deep breath, you slide your own hand in your pants.
You keep one hand on Olivia to ground yourself, but as the woman on TV arches her back, you start to circle your clit. You gasp as you realise just how wet you have become in this short time. You feel yourself clench around nothing as Olivia leans back into your ear.
“All I could think about watching this was how I wanted to make you arch off the bed like that. To have my fingers curling inside of you as you clutched the sheets.”
You moan, eyes trained on the TV as your fingers dip down and your knees fall further apart so that you can slip two fingers inside of you. Your back arches off the cushions slightly as you feel yourself clench around your fingers. Olivia takes advantage of the new position to suck at your pulse point.
You set a rhythm that follows the one on the TV of your fingers gently pumping in and out of you until you feel the knot starting to form in your stomach. You can feel Olivia’s eyes on you, but don’t look over, worried that the action alone would make you combust. Instead, you try your best to follow the movement on the TV as more moans tumble from your lips.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” Liv whispers, nuzzling into your neck. “I love watching you come undone for me.”
“Shouldn’t you…you,” you pant, trying to catch your breath, “be watching the TV too?”
Olivia lets her fingers gently curl through your hair so she can bring another part of your neck closer to her lips. She sucks gently before responding. “Why would I watch that when my favorite show is right in front of me?”
Your skin burns at her words, and you feel yourself tumbling closer to the edge. “Shit… Liv. I’m I’m…”
“I know, baby,” she whispers, pulling down gently on your earlobe again. “Let go for me.”
Your moans mix with the ones coming from the TV as your orgasm washes over you. With your pants and underwear constricting your movements, continuing to thrust isn’t easy but you push through, ignoring the ache in your wrist to extend the pleasure.
You whimper when your fingers curl just right and your thumb rubs over your clit. The leg closest to Olivia twitches suddenly, like it wants to close around your wrist. She’s quick to lay her hand on your thigh and, in turn, spread you a little wider. Your head presses into the couch cushion as a quiet moan tumbles out of you.
“That better, babe?” Olivia questions sweetly, her voice taking on a certain tone that makes you feel a warmth in your belly.
“Yeah,” you whine. “Just like that.”
You pray that maybe, maybe, she’ll see the message between the lines and keep talking to you as you watch the women on screen. The woman being fingered is well on her way to orgasm two, and the woman fingering her is teasing her bare breasts with peppered kisses and longer, open mouthed ones.
Suddenly your hand feels a little too confined and, against your body’s wishes, you stop what you’re doing to fix your predicament. You remove your hand from your pants, your fingers shiny with cum, and stretch your wrist for a moment before you’re quickly tugging your pants off your hips.
“Was getting a little too crowded,” you chuckle, suddenly a little self conscious now that the post orgasm haze is starting to dissipate.
“Never hesitate to make yourself comfortable, Y/N/N,” Olivia reassures you as you settle back on the couch again.
The hand holding your leg open starts to roam a little, running slowly up and down your inner thigh as your hand drifts back down. Instead of resuming what you had been doing, you decide to give your clit some attention. You’re rewarded with a burst of pleasure and your hips arch toward your touch, your head turning to the side.
“You’ll miss the good part baby,” Olivia says as she tilts your head toward the TV once again. Your eyes are closed, so it doesn’t matter, but you want to see what she’s talking about.
“Keep talking,” you blurt, your cheeks growing hot the second the words leave your lips.
Olivia smiles. “Do you like it when I talk to you?”
“Yes,” you gasp as you rub your clit faster.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” she praises, her index finger grazing your outer lip on one of her passes down your thigh. Your hips subtly turn toward the touch but she retracts it. “Look how good you’re making yourself feel.”
“Not as good as you do,” you admit.
The timing of the woman on the TV’s moan is perfect because it sounds like she’s agreeing, and the two of you chuckle.
Your lips part as the woman on top finally takes the bottom woman’s nipple in her mouth. You feel your nipples tighten into stiff peaks as you imagine Olivia doing the same to you. You want to look over and ask her to do exactly that, but you simply feel too shy to ask and you aren’t sure your mouth can form the words.
But Olivia’s always been good at reading people, and she’s gotten better at reading you over the past few months.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you need.”
Her free hand picks that moment to run along your clothed belly, slowly making the trek upwards. Testing to see if you can get what you want without a word spoken, you arch your chest toward her touch and lick your lips.
Olivia gets the message, but that’s not what she asked.
“Tell me,” she repeats, her voice dropping a little lower.
“Suck, please,” you manage to whimper, your brain suddenly fuzzy on details.
The hand running up your torso back tracks to the hem of your shirt long enough to pull it up and expose the breast closest to her. She places a single kiss near your nipple before taking the hard bud in her mouth, soothing it with her tongue before she sucks hard.
“Oh yes, Liv—“ you moan loudly, your eyes snapping shut as your second orgasm crashes into you.
This one feels more intense than the last, and it’s not long before your hips are squirming. Olivia pins them down with one well placed hand as she swaps her attention to your other breast. You barely register it as your orgasm seems to pull you under and make you unaware of the world around you for one long, endless minute.
Your chest is heaving by the time your hand pulls away. Your eyes flutter open and you discover the woman on screen is as out of it as you are. You chuckle deliriously as you look at Olivia, who is looking up at you while peppering your chest with kisses.
“You still missed the best part,” she murmurs against your skin.
“Mm mm,” you shake your head briefly as you inhale through your nose. “The best part was you in my ear, you touching me.”
You smile as Olivia immediately blushes at your words, her cheeks taking on a shade of pink that compliments her skin tone beautifully. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as she grabs your hand, the one you’ve been masturbating with, and proceeds to suck and lick the your cum covered fingers clean. You hum briefly at the fresh arousal that shoots to your core.
“You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
Olivia laughs, her hand reaching for the remote. “I wanted a taste.”
Your hand grabs her wrist before she can fully reach the remote. “What do you think you are doing? It’s your turn now.”
Olivia grins, taking in the way that your chest still shakes a little. “Are you sure you are up for it?”
You nod your head yes and then point towards the TV. She turns to look at what is happening, and you can’t help but notice the way that her eyes widen. The women on the screen have changed positions so that one is lying down and the other is riding her face. Your cheeks burn at the thought of Olivia’s thighs wrapping around your head.
Being between Olivia’s legs is not something new for you. You love eating her out more than anything else, but to have her on top in complete control of what is happening sends your head spinning. Oliva finally tears her eyes away from the TV and turns back towards you.
“Lie down.”
Her response is simple, yet it carries enough authority that your mouth suddenly goes dry and you lie back on the couch so your head is near the arm of it. You watch as she pulls her shorts down with ease and toss them with your pants. Her tank top follows shortly after. She makes a little show of crawling over your body and your breath catches at the beauty of her, at how aroused she is in this moment. She leaves a couple of kisses on your bare chest and one at the base of your neck before her thighs are suddenly on either side of your head.
Olivia thinks that she knows what is coming when she finally positions herself over you. However, the moment she sinks down, it’s an entirely new sensation. Your hands wrap around her thighs keeping her pressed to you. She falls forward, one hand curling into the arm of the couch while the other grips the back.
“Oh, oh,” she whimpers as she begins to rock her hips against you.
You pause for a moment, trying to gauge if she is in pain which makes her groan. Her hand curls into your hair. “No don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
A quiet, breathy moan leaves her lips when you continue to lick in tune with her rocking. For a minute, that’s how things go; Olivia rocks while you lick, soft whimpers and quiet “Ohs” leaving her lips from how good everything feels from this angle. Even your breathing is like a continuous, teasing vibration that helps the pleasure slowly build.
You love her like this. You love it when she basks in how good you’re making her feel. You love that you get to watch her as she turns to watch the film, her lips parting with another moan either from whatever is happening on screen or because you decided at that moment to start flicking her clit.
“You’re doing so good,” she encourages before glancing down at you. “Just like that.”
You squeeze and stroke the soft, smooth skin of her hips as you watch her watch the film. You can’t turn your head to see what they’re doing, so you have to rely primarily on Olivia’s reactions to know just how good it is because even your ears are preoccupied with Olivia’s thighs pressing against them.
You feel her thighs suddenly tremor against the sides of your head when you begin to leave sucking kisses against her clit. You moan against her at the sensation and are rewarded with a much louder moan from her, her cheeks a dark shade of pink when she looks down at you. You don’t need her to speak to know she liked that. You simply smile against her and keep moaning against her as your noisy sucking kisses morph into a steady suck.
“Oh shit,” she moans loudly, one hand reaching down to grip your head while the other gropes her breast. Her orgasm has already started, the two of you can feel it, and yet she still warns, “I’m gonna cum,” just as it amps up.
She throws her head back as a cry fills the living room. She presses down harder against your face to grind and draw out the pleasure as long as she can. She unknowingly restricts your breathing by doing this and for a moment you feel the panic swell in your chest, but you trust her and you want her to enjoy the moment as long as she can, so you push down the panic and you focus on her.
Eventually her grip on your scalp relaxes and you inhale loudly through your nose the moment pulls her hips away enough that you can breathe again. You take a couple of seconds to steady the beating in your chest before placing a soft kiss to the inside of Olivia’s thigh. Her legs wobble as she tries to find purchase to stand but you don’t let her get far.
Your arms wrap back around her hips pulling you down towards your face once more. She loses balance for a second, laughing before she moans. She is sensitive this time. You can tell in the way she whimpers with every rock of her hips. Your face drips from her most recent orgasm and you feel it slowly rolling down your chin but you don’t care.
All that matters right now is bringing Olivia to another one as quickly as you can. When she becomes distracted with rocking her hips again you loosen one of your hands and trail it up her stomach. As you begin to suck her clit you let your fingers pluck at one of her nipples. She curls forward at the sensation her nails once again find a way to scrape across your scalp.
“Baby,” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering close as she leans her body over the arm of the couch. “I’m not gonna.. Shit shit… I’m not gonna last long.”
You redouble your efforts, determined to prove just how right that statement is. With a couple more sucks and a sharp bite down on her clit she comes again. This time it comes out in a rush that coats your face. You don’t stop until Liv’s legs are shaking around your head and she forcibly pushes herself up.
She stumbles slightly but you are quick to reach up and grab her. You don’t know how you manage it but finally you two are lying down next to each other with only a thin blanket wrapped around you. Olivia is still panting her head nuzzled into your neck. You let your fingers draw random patterns along her back until she finally calms down.
“I see now why you liked the research so much,” you tease.
You don’t have to look over to know that she is rolling her eyes. She places a gentle kiss on your neck. “Doing the real thing with you is better than any research.”
A/N: Special collab fic with my freend @impossiblewolf. All sparked by my unhinged rant of when Liv is a sub or dom.
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