I Share ALOT of Stuff

I feel like a virgin when I search up x Reader with a new character I like

Pussy Fairy OTW, L. Wright
pairing: letitia wright x black fem! actress reader
“I know you love fucking me, I can tell by the way you’re in love with me. You can’t get enough of me, yeah.” — Jhene Aiko
summary: in which a minor misunderstanding has Y/N reevaluating the way she feels about Letitia. (Or in which Tish acts a fool at the club and now she’s gonna make it up to the girl that she’s actually feeling. )
content warning: BABY THIS IS SMUT SMUT. Practically porn with plot, because WHEW… i went a little overboard. don’t laugh, i’ll literally scream. tish being walking sex appeal. mention of that video with kehlani, and mention of michael b jordan, cause he’s walkign sex. it’s also a title based off of a song lyrics, cause i know how you girls love to tussle and talk trash about lyric fics.
inspiration: Pussy Fairy (OTW) by Jhene Aiko
requested?: no, but i’m tish trash…. :)
author’s note: i’m a hot mess for letitia. that video of her and kehlani had me snotting, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall, but also? when is it my turn to dance on tish? or sit behind her on a jet ski, cause why ain’t nobody talking about that? anwyay, my writing is okay, i’m not the most experienced on tumblr (or with smut) but tish is the loml, so fuck all that you talking about LMFAOOOO. also, you don’t have to imagine chi as your faceclaim, but i’m writing a shuri fic with chi as the faceclaim and these manips i made have me in a chokehold so,
also i’m giving creds to @ofrolysdogs for being the first to integrate the “kehlani” video into any piece of work. her imagine was dope as hell and had me wanting to write my own. which obviously is what i’m doing lol
wrd. count? girl idk… it’s long as shii tho.

PART TWO
Y/N wasn’t a particularly jealous sort of woman. She’d been in the industry most of her life, she’d dated other creatives, she knew that the media twisted everything and took almost anything out of context all for the sake of a headline. And in the weeks that followed the initial release of Wakanda Forever, Y/N noticed the way the media really tried to find any and all dirt on Letitia.
Tish was indisputably the entire world’s girl crush for the moment, and while Y/N didn’t care about the sudden onslaught of interest, she did care about the sudden speculation of Letitia’s sexuality. Tish hadn’t ever been incredibly vocal about her sexual orientation, but it also never was something too many people cared to know about before this sudden wave of popularity she was receiving.
Now don’t get Y/N wrong, she understood why her tiktok timeline was full of thirst traps and edits of Letitia, she’d stepped up her dress game, and had a new sort of confidence about herself that practically oozed sex appeal. There wasn’t too many people that were immune to Letitia’s smile, her accent, or her unique charm.
Hell, Y/N didn’t even mind that every other video was some edit of Letitia and herself, from all the various scenes of Shuri and Y/M/C/N from both the first Black Panther, Infinity War, Endgame, as well as Wakanda Forever, it seemed the chemistry between the two characters didn’t satiate any of the rumors swirling around Letitia. In fact a lot of the “proof” that Tish was “for the girls” stemmed from various instances between her and Y/N.
For instance, whenever there were too many people booked for an interview at one time, Tish would have Y/N share a seat with her, so that she was visible to the camera. Oftentimes she’d be the one to pick up on Y/N’s anxiety, quelling her nerves whenever they’d start to physically manifest. Whether she was placing one of her hands on Y/N’s thigh when she started shaking, or if she had an arm “leisurely” slung ‘round her shoulder, over the years it’d been made apparent that Letitia Wright paid attention to Y/N.
Other times when Y/N was asked a question, or felt to interject during a press junket, clips would surface afterwards of Letitia watching her costar so intently, her eyes jumping from Y/N’s eyes to her mouth, to her chest, to her legs. She wasn’t very subtle about it, but no one knew if she was trying to be. And when they stood next to one another at events, Tish would grab hold of Y/N’s hand. And she wouldn’t let it go for anything.
If Tish was sitting behind her rather than beside Y/N, Tish would scoot her chair close enough that if she wanted to she could reach out and touch Y/N without having to do much work. And 9 times out of ten, she’d do just that. And Letitia referred to Y/N as babygirl as if that was her true name, and they’d never been able to beat the dating allegations since that one time they’d been caught sharing clothes back in 2019.
The problem was, they weren’t dating. It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t interested, in fact, she felt she might’ve been too interested, but she never had the courage to admit it to Letitia. And because of the fact that Letitia was an overly lovey and touchy person with everyone, it wasn’t like Y/N or anyone else could really use the way she treated Y/N as some sort of proof that she was into her.
If that was the case the whole world could probably also speculate that she was dating all of her castmates and friends. Which it seemed was exactly what was happening. If she breathed too hard around a woman, reposted too many of their photos, she was off the market and dating someone brand new. It was a little exhausting, but Tish was flattered at all the attention.
Y/N was not, because while she believed that Tish deserved to receive so much love, Y/N hated that she was being tagged in video after video of Letitia and some other girl. It seemed the LWA, alternatively known as the Letitia Wives Association had decided that there was too much evidence lined up against Tish and Y/N for them to deny being a thing, which meant before anyone else, Y/N needed to know when Tish was out of line. Their words not hers.
And with the way Tiktok was cutting up right now, the jury had decided that Tish was way out of line.
Y/N didn’t know how they found shit out so damn fast.
But as she watched and rewatched the offending video, she didn’t care much for how they’d obtained it. All she could seem to focus on was the red hot fury that was coursing through her veins. The video was shot at Fabric, a nightclub in London, and it was barely a few hours old. Y/N remembered when she received a tipsy phone call from Tish, asking if she could drop by her flat.
She’d been out celebrating one of the biggest wins of her life, and Y/N hadn’t seen her friend in a while, so she agreed thinking nothing else of it. But now as she watched Kehlani Parrish and Letitia perched up on the rooftop of the nightclub, dancing together, she felt a bit intimidated, even more, she felt a little insecure.
Kehlani was slightly bent over and grinding back against Tish, who was actively catching every bit of ass Key was throwing back.
Like she’d fucking done it before?
Y/N didn’t even realize that she was scowling as she sat on her couch, legs curled up under her butt as the tiktok sound kept replaying over and over. “How many times are you gonna keep watching that same video?” Tish asks, too cheery for Y/N’s liking in her present state.
Letitia plops down into the seat next to Y/N, a little too close for comfort, their thighs brushing up against one another. Y/N immediately pulls her phone up to her chest. “As many times as I want.” She responds. “Okay, lemme see.” Letitia says as Y/N moves out of Letitia’s range with a quiet scoff. “You’ve got your own tiktok.” Y/N reminds her. “What’s the big deal? Keeping secrets from me, now?” Letitia questions as Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m not the one keeping secrets.”
Letitia raises an eyebrow. “What does that mean?” she demands as she sits up a bit straighter, all playfulness evaporating. “Doesn’t matter.” Y/N stands up. “I’m feeling drained today.” she fibs. “Maybe you should just go, yeah?” Y/N offers as Letitia looks a bit flabbergasted. She shakes off this confusion as she stands up, as well. “Are you angry with me?” Tish asks confusedly, and she takes note of the way Y/N is keeping a distinct amount of distance between them both.
“Did you do something?” Y/N asks with a roll of her neck. “No.” Letitia replies matter-of-factly. “Then obviously I’m not angry with you, Letitia.” Y/N spits and she hates that she sounds so insecure. Because she wasn’t a girlfriend, and she didn’t have the right to be jealous. She was just a girl friend, space between the words.“Y/N/N, wait, hold on.” She demands. “You’re upset for some reason.” Letitia notes. “Are you gonna talk about it, or keep throwing a tantrum like a toddler?” Letitia challenges.
“I am not throwing a tantrum.” Y/N denies sharply. “But you admit that you are acting like a toddler?” Letitia asks teasingly as Y/N rolls her eyes.
“Bye, Letitia.” she says with a sarcastic wave. Letitia raises both her eyebrows. “That’s twice you’ve called me, Letitia. Now I know I’ve done something.” she says, but Y/N elects to ignore her. She knows it’s petty as hell, and she’s blowing things way out of proportion, but she doesn’t care. The green eyed monster had wrapped its claws around her and she was swallowed in jealousy.
Letitia leans forward, forcing Y/N to stare at her. “C’mon, don’t leave me in the dark here, babygirl. If you’re mad at me, tell me how to fix it.” Y/N freezes at the nickname, it always seemed to garner some reaction from her. On the other side of things, Letitia thinks bashfulness is a cute look on Y/N. “You know you can ask me anything.” Letitia reminds her as she holds her hand. To anyone else it would be normal.
But for Y/N, it wasn’t. Tish holding her hand made it hard for her to focus. But she has no other choice than to put it out there. “Did you come here last night because you knew the media was gonna be breathing down your back about how you was cutting up at the club last night?” she asks, still a bit sour.
“Why did I tell you I was here?” Letitia asks. “You said cause you wanted to see me.” Y/N replies as she crosses her arms. “Then that’s why I’m here.” Letitia deadpans. “And why are you asking me about last night?” Letitia questions. It doesn’t take a second for Y/N to answer. “It just feels a little weird that after you was all up on some other chick, you decided to stop by and see me.” She explains plainly as Letitia blinks, surprise clear on her face as she stares at Y/N.
“You talking about the after party?” Letitia asks raising her eyebrows as Y/N rolls her eyes at the acknowledgement. “Winner, winner, chicken dinner.” Letitia can tell it’s a jab at what Eva had posted on her story that night. “This is about Eva?” Letitia asks defensively. “No, actually it’s about this—“ she opens her phone, the Tiktok app opening. She holds her phone up allowing Letitia a clear view of the tiktok of Tish and Key. In the background “Distraction” was playing and Y/N thought it was fitting for the nights events.
“You stalking all my friends or just the ones the media think I’m secretly dating?” Letitia asks sarcastically, but truthfully she’s amused. It always took too much to get Y/N to open up, so to see her showing some sort of reaction to anything, it was cute. She always got so pouty when she got in her feelings, Tish was even a little flattered to know she had Y/N feeling a way.
“I didn’t have to stalk nothing, all your little fangirls keep tagging me in everything.” Y/N corrects gruffly. “It’s everywhere, Tish.” she adds as Letitia frowns slightly. “You and Key in the club, she was throwing ass and you was catching it like some fucking ━━” she exhales. “Like y’all kicking it or some shit.” she reroutes as Letitia stares at Y/N momentarily. “And that’s got you mad at me?” she asks as Y/N scoffs.
“I just don’t want to be dragged into every conversation about you and some other chick, alright? You’re grown, you can do what you want.” she hesitates. “ “So what, are you just gonna be angry with me forever?” Tish questions. “Not forever.” Y/N denies with a shake of her head. “But maybe for the rest of the day.” She continues with a shrug. “Are you angry because of the dance or because it’s Key?” Letitia asks as she scrutinized Y/N’s facial expressions.
“I’m not angry.” Y/N shakes her head. “I get it, y’all was cutting up. No need to drag me into that shit.” she says as Letitia smirks slightly, licking over her lips. “Oh.” she nods her head slightly. “So you’re not upset about me and her?” she asks. “At all?” she adds. “I couldn’t care less.” she repeats more firmly. “Well that’s good to know that you’d let me do whatever I wanted with whoever, but honestly, we were just having fun.” she explains.
“You know, that’s a thing that people do sometimes.” she continues. “And if I remember you didn’t seem to care much about friends having fun at the premiere after party. I mean, the media still thinks you and Michael are in some secret relationship.” Letitia reminds Y/N. “I’m not dating, Mike.” Y/N deadpans. “And I’m not dating Kehlani. It was just one dance.” Tish says as she sits back down on the couch. “Two dances.” Y/N corrects as Letitia snorts. “Fine, it was two dances, two very platonic, totally friendly dances.” she emphasizes.
“Dances that shouldn’t bother you, because they didn’t mean anything. We were celebrating, and maybe I got a little too ━━ turnt up ━━ “ Y/N snorts at the sudden accent change, Tish pulls. “But if I was dating anybody, you would hear it from me, not from the internet.” she says bluntly. “But that doesn’t explain why you’re being such a little shit to me, I’ve got to be honest, really hurt my feelings.” Letitia says as Y/N huffs. “Hurt your feelings?” she questions as Letitia nods her head. She walks towards Y/N slowly. “Yeah.” she replies.
Y/N lets out a little huff, “It’s not like you’re usually the most forthcoming when it comes to how you feel about shit. Things happen with you and you just ghost the world.” Y/N reminds her. “You want me to tell you how I feel?” Letitia asks as Y/N shrugs meekly. “Don’t shut down now, tell me what you’re thinking.” she pleads as Y/N looks at the ground. She felt jealous still? She felt sick to her stomach, seeing someone else with Tish the way she wanted to be with Tish?
She should be able to express that, but she can’t. She was good at bottling up her feelings until they exploded. “Promise if you tell me, it’ll make you feel better.” Letitia tries to reason as Y/N rolls her eyes. “I don’t think it will.” Y/N argues. “But you’ll never know unless you say it, and I am not ready to move on until you tell me what’s got you upset with me.” she says. “And the honest truth.” she tacks on as Y/N mulls over all the ways she could start.
Just start with the truth, she advises herself. “Go on, baby.” Letitia encourages as Y/N huffs again. “I don’t like that you’re here pretending everything’s normal after what happened last night.” she finally says as Letitia listens thoughtfully. “I don’t like the way watching the video makes me feel, and I don’t like that you can be so smug about this right now.” Y/N cuts herself off as Letitia begins to smile slightly. “I’m not being smug.” she defends.
“What do you call it then, eh?” Y/N shoots back. “I like hearing you tell me how you feel.” Letitia replies. “I don’t like that you call me baby and babygirl, and then treat me like one of the bros.” she starts gruffly. “Because I don’t see you as just one of the bros, and I don’t want you to see me that way either.” she continues as Letitia listens quietly. She doesn’t say anything for a while, but eventually her curiosity gets the upper hand. “How do you want me to see you then?” she asks.
“Like someone you’d want.’ Y/N answers boldly. “I want you to look at me the way you look at Eva and Key.” she confesses. “You ain’t ever gonna get past that, huh?” Letitia asks as Y/N huffs. “That video of you guys last night, seeing any of that shit that’s been circulating, about you and Key, you and Evs, all of it it’s blowing the fuck outta me. I can’t stand it.” she admits. “I don’t want to see stuff like that.” she whispers. Letitia cocks her head to the side at the end of it all. A beat passes of total silence. “Let me make it up to you.” Tish offers.
”I didn’t know I was making you feel a way, understand?” She asks as Y/N purses her lips. “Will you let me?” Tish asks, on the verge of begging. “Yeah— okay.” Y/N agrees nodding. “Make it up to me.” She pleads. With a wide grin, Letitia tugs on Y/N’s arm until she has no choice but to follow the pull. When Tish has the younger woman close enough to grab, she plops Y/N down on her lap. “Is this okay?” Letitia asks as she runs her hands up and down Y/N’s sides soothingly. “Yeah.” Y/N babbles with a limp nod of her head.
“You gonna tell me if it’s not?” Letitia raises both her eyebrows. “Mmhmm.” Y/N nods again. “Good girl.” Y/N is almost embarrassed about how quickly she moans, but Letitia is already kissing her before she can let the noise out.
It’s the first time she’s kissed Letitia and it hasn’t been for a film, so it feels different. There aren’t crew workers and other actors watching them, right now, they’re alone. Letitia is kissing Y/N like she has a point to prove, and truthfully she does. She is shocked by Y/N’s confession, she’d been dropping hints that she was into Y/N for so long now, every chance she possibly could, and she thought it had been for nothing.
Especially when the Mike and Y/N rumors spiked. It had been towards the end of Wakanda Forever filming, Mike and Y/N had been practically attached at the hip, Mike even convincing Y/N to go out to the club with him. That night there were numerous articles that released from all the major media outlets. Tish had to scroll past post after post regurgitating the same narrative. ‘BLACK PANTHER STARS — MICHAEL B JORDAN & Y/N L/N — NEW COUPLE ALERT?’
They hadn’t made a public statement, but when Danai, Lupita, and Angela all managed to stumble across the array of photos that surfaced online of Mike, Y/N, Teyana Taylor, Chloe Bailey, Normani, and other celebrities from their weekend they made sure it was made clear that they’d gotten a little too drunk and started cutting up together over the weekend, but they weren’t a couple.

When Letitia had first seen the picture of Y/N nestled on Michael’s lap, middle finger shoved up in the air, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but when she’d scrolled and seen the picture from the pool, she’d decided that she’d missed her window, and it was time to move on from Y/N. With this newfound information, she feels it’s only fair to share how she’d felt a certain way as well.
“Can I tell you something?” Letitia asks as Y/N nods her head. “Do you remember when those pictures of you and Mike was everywhere?” she asks as Y/N bristles, a little embarrassed of how she’d behaved that weekend. “Yeah.” she responds. “I wasn’t totally honest when we talked about it.” Letitia explains, and she’s dragging her hand across the hem of Y/N’s pants. She’s tracing circles across the lower half of her back, drawing her hand back just before she reached the start of her ass. “What’d you lie about?” Y/N asks, shaking.
“About how I felt about it.” she replies coolly. “Yeah?” Y/N asks as Letitia purses her lips as she nods. “What’s that you be saying? Y’all was blowing the fuck outta me.” Letitia mocks, dropping her accent to mimic Y/N’s American accent as Y/N rolls her eyes, albeit playfully. She leans forward and kisses Letitia fiercely, both of her hands holding Letitia’s face, keeping her from moving. She hopes that Letitia understands the stuff she’s still too scared to say as she kisses her.
Y/N pulls back for a second, scrutinizing Tish, who was squeezing a little tighter on Y/N’s hips. “You okay?” she asks as Letitia clenches her jaw, nodding her head. “I just don’t want to move to fast.” she chokes out. “You said you were gonna make it up to me, right?” she asks as Letitia nods along. “Then I want you to do whatever you want to me. Gimme everything, baby.” she instructs, a sudden wave of boldness coursing through Y/N as Letitia audibly groans.
“I don’t think you even know what you’re asking for.” she shakes her head as Y/N cuts her off, sucking on her bottom lip, it elicits a choked whimper out of Letitia. Y/N begins to rock herself against Letitia’s split thighs.
Y/N is curled up, both of her feet tucked up under her as she braced herself on Letitia’s shoulders, grinding against Letitia’s shaking leg. When one slow drag causes Y/N’s clit to catch, she shudders. “Please, please, Tish.” she whines pressing her mouth directly against Letitia’s ear as she continues to grind. “Wanna make it up to you too.” she hums as Letitia lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re a little minx, d’you realize that?” Letitia asks as Y/N grins, the sight makes Letitia’s heart skip a beat, her stomach swarming with butterflies.
“I’ll give you what you need, Y/N/N.” Letitia promises as Y/N is eager to resume their kiss. “But you gotta do what I tell you, understand?” she says as Y/N nods her head slowly. “And you gotta use your words. I’m not a mind reader, you gotta let me hear every dirty little thought rolling ‘round, your pretty little head, yeah?” Y/N resists the urge to nod dumbly as she shuffles on Letitia’s lap. “Yeah, okay, I can do that.” she says as Letitia beams. “Good girl.” she coos. “Can you kiss me again?” Y/N starts shyly, playing with Letitia’s hoodie. “Please?” she adds.
“You’re so polite.” She compliments. “Yeah, I can do that for you, baby.” Letitia leans in until she and Y/N’s noses are flush against one another. She leaves a gentle peck on Y/N’s top lip only, chuckling when Y/N is quick to attack the rest of her mouth, sucking on Letitia’s bottom lip before she nips on it lightly. Before Tish can react, Y/N is running her tongue over it, and Letitia never expected kissing to feel so good, but she can feel her stomach tightening as Y/N’s tongue continues to explore her mouth. She’s only rubbing small circles on her back.
Y/N, without even pulling away grasps both of Letitia’s hands, dragging them down until she’s holding her by her ass. “You don’t gotta hold back, Tish.” she mumbles against her mouth. With that, Letitia adjusts her grip on Y/N, fingers trailing over the outline of her pussy through her shorts and panties. She’s still dragging her fingers slowly, but it’s enough to get Y/N rocking her hips again. “Somebody’s excited.” Tish mumbles as the younger girl scowls.
“Shut up.” she spits as Letitia curls up her nose, “What was that?” she asks raising both of her eyebrows. “You’re taking forever.” Y/N admits impatiently. “Sorry I want to take my time with you and make you feel good.” Letitia retorts sarcastically. “I’d feel even better if you would actually do something.” Y/N offers as Letitia rolls her eyes playfully. “Are you this impatient with everything?” Letitia asks as she scrutinizes Y/N who was visibly buzzing. “I like getting what I want.” Y/N admits. “I can see that.” Tish says gruffly.
“But I said I’d be — “ Y/N’s words taper off into a low moan when Tish’s hands slip through the leg holes of her shorts, hands making direct contact with her underwear covered pussy. “What were you saying?” Tish asks, completely nonchalant, despite the fact she’s indirectly fondling Y/N. “I said that I would — “ there’s more gasps shooting from Y/N’s mouth as Tish uses her pointer and middle finger to trace the outline of her lips, searching for her little clit through the fabric. “Come on, I’m barely touching you.” Letitia taunts.
“I’m gonna be good.” Y/N promises. “I don’t know — seems like you like rushing me.” Letitia lolls her head to the side to catch Y/N’s gaze. “You like taunting people, eh, Y/N/N?” she asks as Y/N inhales deeply. “I just want you so so bad.” she whimpers as Letitia grins cheekily. “Yeah? What do you want? Use your words, tell me what you need, babygirl.” with that Letitia places a quick kiss on Y/N’s lips. “I just want you to fuck me!” Y/N exclaims, voice tapering off into a slight whine as Letitia laughs heartily. “See that wasn’t so hard.” she jokes.
“Take your shirt off for me.” Letitia instructs as Y/N leans back slightly, slipping her top off, letting it fall to the floor behind her, a problem for later. Letitia bites down on her bottom lip subtly as she takes her hoodie off, chucking it out of her sight. Under Tish’s hoodie she wore a wife beater, and Y/N almost audibly moans at the sight of Letitia’s pert nipples poking through the flimsy fabric. “Can I — “ Y/N isn’t used to having to be so vocal, so she is already reaching for the tank top, bottom lip perched between her teeth. “Can I touch you?” she asks.
“Yeah.” Letitia agrees, a little curious to see what Y/N might do. Though Letitia was older than Y/N, she didn’t count her out when it came to experience. She stiffens slightly when Y/N’s hands drag up under her undershirt, she trails her hands up Letitia’s stomach, stopping once she reaches her tits. Letitia’s tank is scrunched up under her shirt at this point, giving Y/N a complete view of them. She’s quick to dip down and slip one of her nipples between her lips. She’s a little unsure of her abilities and Letitia can quite easily tell.
Y/N hasn’t looked up at her, instead eyes squeezed shut as she sucks, dragging her free hand up and down Letitia’s stomach and waist. It sends spikes of pleasure up and down Letitia’s spine, forcing her to release quite gasps. “Doing so good for me.” she praises as Y/N hums around her nipple. “They so pretty.” she says as she switches nipples, a trail of spit following her as she gives the other nipple the same attention. She’s no longer rubbing Letitia’s stomach, instead pinching on her free nipple, Letitia hissing, back arching slightly.
Before pulling away Y/N bites down on the nipple in her mouth, running her tongue over it immediately after, before she sits up straight, eyes trailing over the purple marks that were blossoming. She presses a soothing kiss to both of Letitia’s nipples before she pulls back again with a content smile. Letitia tugs Y/N towards her, kissing her again as she slips her hand up under the strap of Y/N’s bra. Letitia begins to unclip the back as she trails her lips from Y/N’s mouth down to her neck placing hickeys from behind her ear down to her collarbone.
“I have an interview tomorrow.” Y/N reminds Letitia with a quiet groan. It only earns her a smirk from Letitia, who didn’t seem to care. She only continues her marking, taking extra care to leave a purpling bruise on the side of one of Y/N’s boobs. If she wore anything lowcut, she’d be done. “That’s what makeup’s for, right?” Letitia asks when she finally pulls away. Y/N only glares back at her. “Make sure you keep that energy.” she grumbles as Letitia cackles, admiring her handiwork. “Mark me up, baby.” she retorts kissing Y/N once, then twice.
“Do you wanna move to the bed?“ Tish asks curiously her fingers tracing circles up and down Y/N’s arms as she bites on her bottom lip again. “Just fuck me right here.” Y/N mumbles as Letitia raises an eyebrow. “It’s like that?“ Tish teases as Y/N mushes her shoulder. "Letitia.” she drawls as the other woman holds her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright.” she retorts kissing Y/N again tugging on her bottom lip as she hums quietly.
Letitia rubs Y/N on her hips as she slowly begins to grind up against her, smirking subtly when Y/N lets out a quiet noise of surprise. Letitia taps Y/N on her thigh lightly, a signal for Y/N to stand to her feet. She obliges shimmying out of her shorts leaving her in nothing but her bra as Letitia follows her lead once more. Y/N repositions herself on Letitia’s lap as she moves to take off Y/N’s bra. Once her chest is exposed Y/N instinctively wraps her arms around herself, growing insecure. “Hey.” Letitia coos sweetly.
Y/N looks up at her, eyes wide and slightly embarrassed. “You look good.“ Tish mumbles as Y/N stares at her unsure. “Do you trust me?” Letitia asks as Y/N nods her head. “Yes…” she blanches before she finally drops her arms. Letitia is staring at Y/N’s chest hungrily, she wants to mark her up the way she’d been marked up, but decides she wants something else more. Letitia lifts Y/N up, shuffling to lay her back on the couch. “You still okay with this?” she asks as Y/N feels her entire face heat up at the question. “Yeah.” she nods again.
“Letitia leans between Y/N’s legs bending down to kiss her again. The kiss is cut off abruptly, as Tish begins trailing kisses from her naval down to her thighs as Y/N leans back on her elbows. She holds her breath slightly as Tish moves from one thigh to the other leaving more hickeys. She bites down on the fat of Y/N’s left left, teeth sinking into the flesh enough to leave a mark. Y/N can only gasp as Tish drags her finger up and down Y/N’s pussy, a subtle smirk on her face.
“You too quiet for me.” Tish comments as Y/N bites back another sound. “It’s embarrassing.” Y/N shakes her head. “What is?” Letitia asks. “The noises — the sounds — everything.” she trails off when Letitia slips a finger inside of her briefly. For being so short, Letitia’s hands and fingers were things to be admired. Her extremities were long and bony and Y/N was sure she’d probably lose her mind off one finger alone. Her eyes widen when Tish slowly pulls her finger out, using her newly soaked pointer finger to rub directly onto Y/N’s clit.
Y/N chokes on her inhale, it feels like all the air is caught in her throat as Letitia watches her reactions closely. Letitia repeats the action of slipping her pointer finger inside of Y/N’s pussy before pulling it back out and rubbing her clit with the finger that was just inside of her. She bites the inside of her bottom lip to keep from letting out the moan threatening to escape. “I thought you wanted to be good?” Tish reminds her as she exhales choppily. “I do!” she croons as Letitia continues her assault on Y/N’s twitching clit. “Then why you so quiet?”
“I—” she chomps down on her bottom lip as Letitia raises an eyebrow. “C’mon, baby, let me hear you.” she pleads as Y/N whines, the noise in the back of her throat. “Tish please…” she drawls quietly. By this point, Tish has found herself face to face with Y/N’s pussy. “Please what?” she says as Y/N squeezes her eyes closed, legs shuffling as a means of showing her discomfort. “You gotta use your words with me, pretty girl.” Letitia reminds her. “I just— do something.” Y/N barks as Letitia stares boredly. “I am.” she bites back as Y/N groans.
“Please, Tish. Your tongue, I want it.” she forces it out, hips bucking out towards Letitia’s awaiting mouth as the 29 year old grins wickedly. “That wasn’t so hard.” she praises, sticking her tongue out teasingly, delving directly into her pussy, eliciting a breathy moan from Y/N. "Oh, fuck!” she whines when Tish’s tongue plunges in deep before slipping out as she licked around her tiny hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she repeats as Letitia wraps her muscular arms around Y/N’s thighs, pulling her even closer to her mouth as she traces her clit with her tongue.
“Tish!“ she hisses bucking her hips trying to bring her closer. Letitia lets out a moan of her own, the sound vibrating against Y/N who squeezes her eyes shut as she leans back against the armrest of the couch. Letitia slides two fingers inside Y/N, not removing her mouth as she pumps those finger in and out, agonizingly slow. “D’you like this?” she asks as Y/N’s head lolls slightly. “Yeah, love it so much.” she hisses. “Love your fucking fingers.” she chokes out.
Letitia grins triumphantly, happy that Y/N has no choice but to be more vocal. She’s still leisurely lapping against Y/N’s cunt, curling the two fingers inside of her, searching for something. Y/N is so blissed out she’s got no clue what Letitia’s on a mission to find, she just knows that the deeper her fingers dive, the better she feels. “Please… please.” she whispers as Tish kisses her clit, scissoring her fingers. Letitia smirks again adding another finger, Y/N moaning at the stretch. Letitia speeds her fingers up, slamming all three rapidly.
Letitia’s blunt fingernail catches on a plushy spot just at the roof of Y/N’s pussy, it earns her a loud moan from Y/N. Her hips are bucking on their own, chasing Letitia’s fingers to repeat the action that set her off. “Right fucking there, baby. Please.” Y/N begs as Letitia sticks her tongue out as if she’s deep in thought, drawing her fingers up so all three punch against that same spot, Y/N’s jaw dropping. “Haah, oh fuck!” she squeals. “That’s your spot?” Tish asks as Y/N’s head bobs limply, tongue slipping out to drag over her now chapped lips.
“You’re doing so good f’me. Squeezing my fingers so fucking good.” Letitia coos, eyes drawn on Y/N’s pussy as she speaks. “Please don’t stop, Tish, please. You’re making me feel so fucking good.” Y/N grunts, and her eyes are squeezed even tighter, it’s almost impossible to focus on anything but the feeling Tish is providing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Y/N chants nails digging into Letitia’s forearm as she rocked her hips in time to her fingers. “You’re so messy. Y/N/N — you get like this for everybody?” Letitia asks meanly as she bullies Y/N’s pussy.
“Haah— fuck, no, baby!” she denies as she holds onto Letitia’s forearm for dear life. “So what is it then?” Letitia demands. “You’re saying this is all cause of me?” she taunts as an especially deep thrust of her fingers has Y/N’s cunt sloshing from how wet she had become. “Fuck, that feels so good!” Y/N squeals as Letitia drags the arm Y/N was clinging to, up her body to rest over her clit. “Oi?” she says as she grasps Y/N’s hand, prompting her to rub her clit with her own fingers. “Ah!” she gasps out, shaking her head. “It’s all cause of you.” she groans. “You just saying that cause you want to come?” Letitia asks bluntly.
“Fuck! Tish, no — I — fuck!” she can hardly get her sentence out as she keeps rubbing tight circles on her clit, Tish’s fingers catching her g-spot again. “You make me feel so good, Tish.” Y/N whimpers. “E— Even before all this.” she continues, and Letitia finds her fingers slowing down as Y/N rambles nervously. “Oh, yeah?” Tish asks thoughtfully. “Before Kehlani, before Eva, before all of it.” Y/N rants as Letitia bites down on her bottom lip roughly. “Been thinking ‘bout you like this for so fucking long.” Y/N whines as Tish stutters.
“Since when?” she demands. “Since our chemistry test.” Y/N gasps between her words. “Y-You were so nervous, but you gave that amazing answer when they asked you what being in a film like Black Panther meant to you.” Y/N recounts. “And I was trying to act cool, but inside I was — I was already into you. Before I even knew it.” she chokes out a sob. “And I just — I don’t want to see you be with anybody else.” she whines. “I need you so fucking bad.” she can feel her eyes burning, wanting to brim with tears.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” Letitia demands as Y/N keens.
She can feel a tight coil growing in her stomach, Letitia quick to remove her fingers from her clit as she slips her fingers out of Y/N’s aroused pussy. “Keep your eyes on me.” Letitia forewarns and Y/N nods her head sluggishly, she misses the fullness Tish’s fingers provided, she’s so pent up. “Good girl.” she praises when Y/N manages to keep her eyes glued on Tish’s face. “Now I want you to keep talking to me.” she instructs as Y/N feels a lump grow in her throat. She felt nervous, anxious, aroused, and Tish was the cause of all of it.
“I’ve never wanted anybody more than you.” Y/N admits and Letitia feels her heart swelling, smile tugging at her lips as she circles her fingers around Y/N’s clit. “Nobody?” Letitia asks in surprise. “Please…” Y/N whines, she doesn’t want to repeat herself, she wants to cum, and she wants to cum hard. “You don’t even know what you’re begging for.” Letitia says with a shake of her head. “I just want you.” Y/N blurts as Letitia dips down to spit directly on Y/N’s cunt, messily rubbing it with three of her fingers. “I-Inside.” she pleads. “Hmm?” Tish asks.
“Want ‘em inside, please, please, please.” Y/N reaches out for Letitia’s hand, wrapping her own around Letitia’s wrist before she wrenches the woman’s hands from her clit, dragging them lower towards her needy entrance. “Please, Tish. I did what you asked.” she reminds Letitia who exhales through her nose in a quiet laugh. “Yeah, you did. Did so good for me, made me feel so special, hearing you talk like that, babygirl.” she admits. “You wanna cum?” she asks. “Please.” Y/N drawls out as Letitia slips three fingers back inside Y/N.
By now the couch has become uncomfortable and sticky. Y/N’s all the way on her back, her legs extended hanging on either side of Tish. “You taking them so well.” Tish compliments as Y/N surges forward, practically lunging for another kiss. She had officially lost all of her remaining chill. One sharp jab at her g-spot has her jerking back from Tish’s mouth, letting out another audible cry. “Can I please play with my—” she gasps, cutting herself off when Tish lightly taps her pulsing clit. “You need some attention up here?” she asks gruffly.
“Y-Yeah, fuck!” Y/N croons, voice deep. Tish wastes no time building a rhythm. One hand shoving three fingers inside Y/N, the other rubbing circles on her clit. It doesn’t take long for the familiar knot to begin forming in Y/N’s stomach. “Please, please, Tish… please don’t stop!” she begs as she picks up speed. “You gonna cum for me?” Tish asks raising an eyebrow as she begins to scissor her fingers inside of Y/N. “Yes, fuck! Do that again.” Y/N begs squeezing her eyes shut as she wraps her legs spread open even wider.
She’s back to digging her nails into Tish’s wrist, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “You sound so pretty.” she hums, and she can feel herself shuddering. “What would everybody think if they saw you like this?” she asks curiously. “If they knew you ain’t as innocent as you look.” she proceeds as Y/N gasps. “You think they’d care if they found out that shit you pulled with Mike was nothing compared to what you’re doing with me?” she asks sweetly. “You think they’d care if they knew you let me play in this pretty pussy?” she asks as Y/N clenches hard.
She feels the tears streaking down her cheek. She was so close, almost there. “Oya, you liked that?” she questions. “You want people to know?” she taunts as Y/N chokes on a groan. “Please…” she whimpers. “That what you wanted Y/N/N? Everyone to know you ain’t as innocent as you look?” Y/N moans again. “Fuck, fuck!” she says through a sob. “Right there, holy shit!” she cries as Letitia raises an eyebrow slowing her pumps down.
“Tish, please!” Y/N begs, more tears falling as she tries to rock her hips. “Answer my question.” Tish demands. “Fuck! Yes- yes I want everybody to know!” she moans. “Know what? I need you to say it, baby.” Tish says with a chuckle. Y/N makes a mental note to get Letitia back tenfold, when it was her turn. She’d have that girl losing her goddamn mind. “I — fuck!” she barks. “I want everybody to know that I — haah! That I let you play in my fucking pussy!” she squeals.
Letitia smiles in triumph resuming her fast pace as she keeps rubbing on Y/N’s clit. She can feel her only arousal starting to collect, growing sticky as it dripped onto the backs of her legs. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight.” Tish mumbles into Y/N’s ear as said girl shudders. “Tish, I’m gonna fucking come.” she warns. Letitia pulls her fingers out quickly, Y/N sobbing as she feels her orgasm being snatched from her. Letitia pulls Y/N back onto her lap, her legs spread out wide.
She rubs a hand up Y/N’s naked body, dragging up and down until she reaches her hips. She places a chaste kiss to Y/N’s neck, before she dives back in. Grabbing hold of Y/N’s legs she spreads them wide, dragging a lone finger up and down her slit. She pulls the finger up to her mouth. She slips it between her lips, sucking it clean as Y/N lets out a shaky sob. “Oh, fuck!” she whines as Letitia drags the finger out of her mouth before pulling Y/N into a sloppy kiss.
When Tish’s tongue dips in between Y/N’s parted lips she can taste herself on her tongue and that makes her feel all the more aroused. “Please, Tish. Please, make me cum, please.” she asks shakily as Letitia drags her finger around Y/N’s pussy lips, it seems almost taunting the way she’s dragging all this out. Edging had never been something Y/N enjoyed, but she was certain she’d take anything Letitia gave her. Letitia drags her hands up, hands cupping Y/N’s breasts as she goes back to leaving more marks, more hickeys that would take forever to cover.
Y/N’s head is thrown back, leaning against Letitia’s shoulder as her entire pussy throbs. She was so pent up she almost felt like she was in pain. “Tish, Tish, baby, please. Fuck! I just need you to make me cum.” she begs. “Need your fingers in me. Need ‘em so fucking bad. Don’t you wanna make me feel good.” she asks and she and Letitia both, are shocked at the noise Tish lets out. It’s a deep groan, her entire body shaking up under Y/N. “Fuck!” she hisses. “You’re so fucking filthy.” she spits as Y/N pants, hips rocking rapidly.
Tish rubs her clit lightly, pressing down enough that Y/N moans before she moves even lower, sticking two fingers back into Y/N. She’s pumping shallowly, other hand dragging up and down Y/N’s body. “Give me your hand.” Letitia instructs as Y/N nods absently, immediately offering her hand off. It’s her mistake, but she doesn’t realize until Tish is guiding her free hand towards her already preoccupied cunt. She takes one of Y/N’s fingers, sliding into her pussy as well, and she can feel her own finger pressed up again both of Tish’s.
Her stomach churns as Letitia guides it all, all three fingers finding her g-spot, the familiar feeling of needing to piss smacking Y/N like a ton of bricks. “Ah, shit! Tish, just like that!” Y/N pants, tears pricking up in her eyes as Letitia sucks a large hickey in the nape of her neck. “Come on baby.” She encourages guiding her hips. “I wanna feel you cum around our fingers.” She adds as Y/N moans. She’s not sure if it’s the fact that Letitia is solely in charge of her pleasure, or the feeling of all three fingers inside of her, but she clenches tightly around them.
“Haah.” she gasps, she’d never been so horny before. Letitia drops Y/N’s wrist, no longer guiding Y/N’s finger, instead she pulls up to rub a few more tight coils on Y/N’s clit. It takes three circles for Y/N to squeeze her eyes closed as the damn breaks. “Shit yes… yes! Just like that… oh fuck I’m coming baby.” she moans eyes rolling to the back of her head. She can hear her release before she can feel it, it’s like water splashing all over the floor, splattering as her entire body convulses, stomach cramping. “That’s it, baby. So fucking good for me.”
Letitia keeps rubbing circles on Y/N’s clit, coaxing her down from her orgasm as she whispers more praise in her ear. Y/N is certain she’s never came harder. “You made a mess.” Letitia comments as Y/N huffs out in response. “That’s a problem for later.” she says dully. “Cause now it’s your turn, and I swear to God, I’m not gonna fucking hold back.” she forewarns as Letitia merely chuckles. “Yeah, show me what you got, baby girl!”