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thebumblebeesworld · 22 days ago

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pearline x fem reader (ft. annie)

summary: ton of gay shit—with pearline x annie x reader at the end ;)

cw: smut obviouslyyy, it’s giving service top readerrrr. pillow princess pearlineeee

a/n: this was so hard to write y’alll. i’m sorry i couldn’t do every letter smfhh. but i’ve given you the best of what i had originally :3. if y’all want an extended version of letter w, y’all better let me know!!! (i’m probably gonna do it anyway cause pearline AND annie??? at the same timeeee??? yea)

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a = aftercare

After sex, Pearline likes to lay back, listening to the soft churn of a record player and the quiet rustle of your breathing. Music eases her body, and being wrapped up in you relaxes her mind after releasing so much energy.

She enjoys running her hands through your hair as your head lays on her bosom. She loves singing and humming along to the music, letting you hear the way the sound rumbles around in her chest.

d = dirty secret

It took Pearline a while to disclose that she prefers to receive mostly—although you had picked up on that fairly early in your relationship. It seemed like you both fell into a natural rhythm of things. You’d simply derive pleasure from seeing her enjoy herself, but she wore herself thin by overthinking too much about it.

“Y/n,” Pearline urges, voice as quiet as a church mouse. She puts her hand on your arm, stopping you from trailing hot, needy kisses down the side of her neck. Y’all are in a compromising position: you on top of her naked, sweat-covered body.

“What’s wrong, babydoll,” you quip, breathing heavy from your previous actions. The apprehension in her tone immediately unsettled you, shifting your mind completely from her body laying under you and to her worried eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! Of course not,” Pearline ensures, biting at her bottom lip and avoiding your gaze. “I just gotta tell you something ‘fore we continue.” Her eyes still refuse to look at you directly, so you grab her chin in a gentle grip and turn her face to you. You give her a short nod as an indication for her to continue with what she has to say.

“W-well, I,” she stumbles over her words, flinging her arms about in search of guidance, “I know we been makin’ love for a li’l bit now. An-and I enjoy every bit of it. I enjoy every bit of you.” You nod your head and hum along to show you’re listening. It’s like her words hang in the air a bit—like she’s confident in what she’s saying but doesn’t want you to feel like she’s being anything but truthful. “But I don’t really know.”

“What don’t you know, doll,” you raise your eyebrows, responding carefully to her anxiety. One of your hands slides down to her thigh, caressing her to ease that tension that has built up in her body. “I’m here with you,” you remind her. “It’s me and you.”

Her bottom lip trembles and her hands go up to shield her eyes from the sight of you. You place a kiss to her exposed collarbone just as a rush of words leave her mouth.

“Idon’tliketogiveIonlywannareceive.”

You blink twice.

Then chuckle.

“I know that, babydoll,” you laugh, smiling at her with such love. You pull her hands from her eyes and kiss the side of her face. You place a warm kiss upon her forehead then her nose and finally her pouted lips.

“You know?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “That’s usually how things go when we have sex, doll.” Pearline huffs, still pouting and eyes beginning to get heavy with tears.

“It’s not that I don’t like to fuck you, because I really do.”

“I understand,” you pause her before she can get going on a rant full of overthinking and overexplaining. You‘ve never once questioned y’all’s sex life. Things work well the way they are because that’s how it’s supposed to be. “I understand ‘cause it’s not that I don’t get pleasure from you fuckin’ me, but it’s far more pleasurable to see the way an orgasm washes over your body. To hear them pretty sounds you be lettin’ out.”

Pearline’s heart flutters, and her face flushes despite her dark skin.

“Stop it,” she swats at your naked chest, trying to push away how flustered you make her. You just smile your happy smile.

“You give me so much pleasure, baby,” you press harder. “I ain’t ever wanted more from you,” you plant kisses down her neck again, pulling her back into the sex-filled atmosphere that you previously had, “except for when I’m makin’ you cum back to back.”

e = experience

When she was married and being a good, little housewife, Pearline was naive to the world of sex. She had been kept locked away and shut in, but the day she met Sammie changed everything for her. Someone she regarded as young and naive himself had opened her up to an entirely new world, which led her to finding you, furthering the experiences she would have to learn from.

You loved watching Pearline step into her sexuality. She was so inherently sensual that if you thought about it too hard, you'd get upset thinking about how her ex-husband had treated her the entirety of their relationship. He treated her like a schoolmarm. Like a being with no needs or desires.

You committed yourself to making sure every one of her needs was met.

f = favorite position

Pearline likes you on your knees between her legs. It doesn’t matter if you’re kneeling on the bed or on the floor, as long as you’re kneeling.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Pearline cries as she attempts to hold her body up against the wall you have her pressed into. You are beneath her, knees close to caving due to the splintered wood floor. Y’all are in a spare room in Club Juke, fucking like it ain’t people walking passed the door, but you can’t seem to care much. All you want is for Pearline to ride out her pleasure and to sing her love from the rooftops when you’re done. “How yo’ tongue feel so good?”

You live for the slow drawl in her voice when you sucking on her clit just right. It’s like her tone mellows out, voice dropping an octave as she sits in that good feeling.

You’re practically gnawing at her body, nose buried in her folds as you swallow all she gives you.

“Yes,” she chants, screaming your name loudly. She’s completely forgotten the world turning outside of the small room y’all are occupying, and you like it that way.

g = goofy

Pearline loves to laugh during sex and adores when y'all talk to each other during. It helps her feel better connected to you, and it reminds her that y’all are in it together.

That you enjoy every minute of it, too.

Sometimes you nip at her thighs just to hear her honey-like sounds—a mix between laughter, moans, and music. Sometimes that’s one of your only goals: to make her body feel good and to make her laugh.

j = jack off

When Pearline realized that she could make her own self feel good, it was like the clouds had opened up. Like the heavens were shining down and singing just for her. Touching herself was like a personal freedom, a reminder that she was in control of her own body and pleasure no matter what.

Sometimes after foreplay and just before you get your hands on her body, you’ll find Pearline with her hands between her thighs. Playing with her clit while watching you undress and stalk her way. Her eyes’ll flutter in ecstasy, envisioning every possible way her body would be wrecked.

“You so beautiful,” you coo in a hushed tone, admiring the way Pearline’s nimble fingers work over her clit. She drags her hand through her folds while holding eye contact, a moan spilling from her lips.

“You want a taste, baby,” she whines. Her back arches slightly as she fingers herself, curling into her soft spot.

You don’t respond.

You climb up the bed on your hands and knees and settle your face directly in front of her open legs. You gawk—mesmerized by the sounds her pussy makes, the sweet smells coming off of her skin, and the lovely sight of her glistening folds.

Everything about your position is downright erotic.

While Pearline continues to fuck herself with a passion, she brings her other hand to circle her clit.

“Fuck, yes,” she groans deeply. You don’t stop her, enjoying that crinkle in her forehead that tells you just how good she’s feeling. Her thighs begin to tremble, and as she attempts to close them, you push them open. You watch as she cums all over her fingers, soaking her thighs and your sheets in her arousal.

Before she can fully calm down, you dive into her, seeking out every possible drop of her that you can get.

“Y/n,” Pearline screams. She tangles her hands in your hair, rutting against your face as she seeks out her second orgasm.

With the high pitch of her voice and the aggression in her movements, you can tell that she’s extremely close. All she needs is that extra push to tip her over the edge.

You dip your tongue into her entrance, fucking her as deep as your anatomy will allow. Within seconds, you feel her clutching around you. You look up to find her eyes screwed shut, her mouth wide open with no sounds escaping, and her chest, arms, and stomach flexed tightly as her orgasm finally hits her.

l = location

Something tells me she would be down with having sex anywhere—as long as there’s a door that locks or a foot to keep it shut.

w = wildcard if pearline and reader both had a thing for annie

“You ready to go, baby,” Pearline asks you, snaking her arms around your torso as you check over your reflection in the mirror. You are beyond nervous. Tonight you and Pearline are visiting Annie for a bit of wine and music. It was nothing serious; The three of you did this quite often actually, but this would be your first time being around Annie since you and Pearline confessed to each other your shared infatuation for the hoodoo woman.

It was an easy conversation for you and Pearline to have. It’s so clear how much you both adore Annie. Whenever you get the chance to be together, the three of you are gossiping, dancing at jukes, laughing at any and everything.

But you are worried that Annie might not feel how y’all do. That your friendship could be ruined.

Pearline turns your head to look at her. She analyzes the deep set look in your eyes—the uncertainty in your stance.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, y/n,” she places a gentle kiss on your lips. “Just let me handle it, ok? I already told her we had somethin’ to talk to her ‘bout.”

You step fully into her embrace, deepening your kiss ever so slightly. Pearline pulls at your clothes, tugging you closer as if you’re not pressed flush against her. She softly whimpers in your mouth as you overtake her, and you swallow every sound that leaves her.

“We gon’ be late if you keep up them sweet sounds, doll,” you admit, trying your damndest to not be pulled fully into Pearline’s orbit. But your woman so easily gets her way.

“You know you can make it quick though,” she persuades you, biting your earlobe. Her hands swiftly remove your clothes, and you let it happen, not once attempting to stop her.

You look over at the clock on the wall, contemplating how quick you can really make this.

“Get on that bed.”

“Took y’all long enough,” Annie shakes her head with a grin as she opens her front door for you. She steps to the side with a hand on her hip, eyeing you both as Pearline walks with a barely noticeable limp.

But Annie notices everything.

You watch as she lifts her eyebrow, looking over your disheveled state that you tried your best to fix before you were too late to the woman’s home.

“Mhm,” she hums. Her eyes are drawn to your neck with an amused expression. She laughs funnily.

“What,” you question, fixing your clothes nervously. “Is it somethin’ on my face or somethin’?” At this point, Pearline and Annie are both chuckling at you, trading sharp smiles and knowing eyes.

Annie walks up on you, placing two fingers under your chin and lifting your face to get a better look at you. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the way she examines you closely. The feeling of her breath on your lips makes your stomach churn softly. You see Pearline smiling wide behind Annie. She bites her lip and stares directly at Annie’s ass—unashamed.

“Look like Pearline kiss the only thang on you, love,” she practically groans, lip caught between in teeth. Annie leans into your ear. “She marked you real good.”

Annie taps your face and turns to walk away, leaving you shook and gripping at your neck like you could rub the reddening kiss mark off. Annie doesn’t spare you another glance, just strolls over to Pearline. Her walk is tantalizing and sensual.

“You said you had somethin’ to tell me, sweetheart,” Annie posits. Her eyes roam over Pearline’s frame, tracing every soft curve, every dip and groove. She leans into her, an evident hunger in the way she looks at her.

Like she’s imagining her naked.

“I, um, w-we,” Pearline trips over her words, intimidated by Annie’s dominant presence. You were nervous and intimidated before as well, but as you watch their interaction, the way Annie devours Pearline with her deep, brown eyes alone, you gain confidence.

You step behind Annie, placing a heavy hand on her waist. You whisper down her neck, sending a shiver through her body.

“You infatuate us, Ann,” you admit. “We want you. Bad.”

“Is that so,” Annie asks, resting her back flush shading your front. Her tone is coated in a ever-growing arousal. The way you grip at her waist makes her want to cave so badly.

Annie grabs Pearline’s hand, pulling her into the both of you. You meet your woman’s gaze, sending a wink her way that causes her to completely crumble. She’s unable to look at you or Annie. Her eyes are stuck to her feet, but Annie tsks at her before speaking, voice smooth and confident again:

“Come on, love. Let us see those pretty eyes.”

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