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xxmarziexx · 2 years ago

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Lorraine Day x fem!reader

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Song: Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland Summary: R flustering Lorraine leads to her returning the favour. Warnings: top!lorraine, bottom!femreader, smut, reader receiving, choke kink, praise kink?, reasonably bad smut, me being slightly ashamed of myself Requested by: @slvt4lanadelrey Words: 4.6k

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"You want to know something, Church Mouse," You whispered in Lorraine's ear after the filming had concluded, "I have a feeling one of these days, that boom mic is just going to fall right out of your pretty little hands."

Lorraine's cheeks tinted red at the feeling of your warm breath tickling her ear, the feeling of your lips so close sent electrical currents down her spine, leaving the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. "Are you calling me weak, Y/N?" she looked over her shoulder with a small glare, that you couldn't help but smile at, the glare coming off as more adorable than intimidating.

You chuckled as you observed her your eyes always seemingly mesmerised by the very sight of her, "More like small," you pinched your fingers together with a grin.

The brunette rolled her pretty brown eyes at you, her blush deepening ever so slightly as she started putting away the film equipment with a huff, "Don't you got better things to do, that don't include annoying me?"

"Hmmm," you looked up as if in thought for a moment, your finger tapping your chin. A grin returned to your features, your eyes looking directly into Lorraine's brown ones, "Nothing better is coming to my mind right now. So, no."

"Why are you even here?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her words.

You observed her, revelling in how annoyed she seemed to be as you chuckled, "Your little boyfriend RJ," you grinned as her head tilted in confusion at that, "I was the script writer for his little project."

"He's not my boyfriend," she rolled her eyes.

You bit your lip at her words, "Doesn't mean he doesn't want to be," you motioned towards him, and the way his eyes not so subtly looked towards Lorraine every once in a while. "Why did you decide to come anyways, thought this wasn't your scene."

It didn't take an idiot to know exactly what you were referring to, her nickname 'Church Mouse' a target on her very being, only adding to the fact it was most definitely not her scene. She eyed you for a moment, "I could say the same about you," her cheeks tinted a little at the memory of what the film was about, "I didn't know you were into writing adult films."

"You know me, Church Mouse," you grinned, as you leaned closer to whisper in her ear, your fingers trailing gently down the cross-pendant necklace that seemed to adorn her neck, "Always looking for an excuse to hang out with you."

She pushed your face away from her as she shivered at your heated breath against her ear, your fingers automatically letting go of the necklace, "Stop calling me that," she cleared her throat, her cheek painted a deep pink in her blush.

You smirked at her, liking the sight, "What are you going to do about it?"

She didn't respond as she finished packing up the equipment, walking away from you as she did without a single goodbye. You laughed to yourself, liking the fact that you could rile her up. You were surprised to see her walk out without stomping her feet immaturely, maybe chalking it up to her small stature to make you think that way.

You sent RJ a sarcastic wave as he eyed you with narrowed eyes, his eyes never taking themselves off you as you left the room. The front door closed behind you as you stood outside, the wind brushing smoothly against your skin as you closed your eyes.

You couldn't help it, as you imagine her pretty brown eyes, the way they watched the scene as she held the boom mic that was way too big for her. She seemed mesmerised and almost as if she were curious, and maybe she was, but your eyes never left her face during that moment.

It was hard to believe that RJ could ever call her a prude, since she did come on this trip and didn't try to leave when she found out what the film would be about. Sometimes you wondered or even hoped that maybe she came here for you because she knew you would be going. You did after all agree to write the script for this film just because you knew she would be there.

You stayed out for a moment longer, revelling in the feeling of wind blowing against your skin, as your mind filled with images of her. You sighed as you walked back into the house, beginning your mission to look for the girl who was playing on repeat in your mind, a grin taking over your features as you began searching for her, just wanting to fall into the warmth her presence always brought.

It had been the tug on your arm, a pair of small hands pulling you into a random bedroom, back pressing against the door suddenly as soft lips attacked yours with a vengeance. Your eyes were blown wide in shock for only a second, your heart beating incredibly fast in a moment of adrenaline, not quite expecting it. You took notice of Lorraine's small stature almost instantly, not having enough time to take in the fact she was only wearing an oversized blue striped shirt – a striking contrast from the polo shirt and denim jeans she was wearing earlier – before your body relaxed, your eyes closing as you reciprocated the rough kiss.

Her hand reached out clumsily behind you, as she blindly locked the door with a 'click'. Caging you inside between her arms, her hands now lying on either side of you. Your back was pressed roughly to the door, her lips so animalistic against yours, feeling as one of her hands began trailing up your arm in slow motion, leaving burning flames against your skin in their wake. It felt subtle at first, the way they gradually traced up your bicep and towards your throat, before her hands latched onto the back, her body already moulding with yours.

You didn't know where to place your hands, letting Lorraine take the lead as her fingers took to curling into your hair. It felt so gentle, before she roughly tugged on the strands, your head falling back against the door hard as her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, giving it a pull, only to elicit a needy moan from your very lips. The vibration made Lorraine shiver in ecstasy, thoughts of the way she would have you invading her mind, thoughts of the way she would make you fall to her every whim. She wanted you begging for her touch, a whimpering mess that only ever wanted her.

It was so unlike her, you weren't expecting it when you went searching for her, and maybe she knew that. She felt like a seductress in this moment, you could almost believe she had planned this from the way she was dressed in only a shirt. It didn't seem to matter to you whether or not it had been unlike her in the time that she had you pressed against a door, because all your mind could think up was the way you didn't want her to stop and that if this were a dream, you hoped you could remain in this eternal slumber.

A sequence of heavy breaths left you, Lorraine releasing your bottom lip from between her teeth as you both opened your eyes to look at each other, "Is this, okay?" her hand loosened its hold on your hair, allowing you to nod your head frantically at the question with a breathless 'Yes' leaving your lips. She trailed her fingers down your throat, it bobbing as you gulped, her finger making its way towards your collarbone as she gripped the collar of the flannel button-up that you wore, the hem tied in a knot, the piece of clothing accentuating your figure perfectly.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as her own sparkled, the perfect combination of lust and hunger laying within matching yours, hers only hinting at what was to come, both lips yours and hers similarly bruised.

She tugged you with her like a dog on a leash as she walked backwards, pulling you against her body as her lips attached to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth when she smoothly spun you both halfway. You were walking in reverse now, your mind completely blanked by the pleasure the brown-eyes beauty had you falling into, just from the feel of her lips on yours, her warm skin sending heat down to your very core. You stilled suddenly, the feeling of the back of your knees hitting the side of the bed rooting you to your spot.

You let out a needy whine, your breathing coming out laboured as you missed the heat on your skin when Lorraine seemed to detach herself from you. You felt the force as small hands reached forward and pushed themselves against your chest, your body sinking into the mattress below, your eyes not missing the smirk on Lorraine's face as she stood before you.

The brunette leaned down, her hands dipping into the comforter as she lifted her small frame onto the bed, climbing slowly on top of you. Her hand reached out in its haste, grasping your chin in a vice grip as her beautiful brown eyes bore into yours. "This is how it should be," she whispered huskily, licking her lips, "This is where you should be."

Her breathing stuttered at the whimper that left your lips, "God, Lorraine." Your hands moved under her shirt, gripping Lorraine's hips as she straddled your waist, keeping her bare thighs on either side of you, your fingers caressing the skin beneath her shirt absentmindedly.

"What?" she teased as she tightened her grip on your chin, "No Church Mouse?" she stared into your eyes for a moment before pulling you into a forceful kiss. You didn't have time to fall into the kiss before she was already pulling her lips away from you, pushing you roughly back down as she released her hold on your chin. Her fingers moved sensually down your throat, causing you to gulp as they slowly moved on the top of your flannel. Her hands gripped either side of the fabric in a vice grip, before pulling it harshly apart, the buttons flying off as the shirt ripped open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor the last thing on your mind, your heart banging incredibly fast against your ribcage.

A smirk remained adorned on her luscious lips, her fingers tracing their way down your collarbone until they reached the lace of your bra, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You could see it in her eyes, knowing exactly what she wanted at that moment, lifting your back off where it lay on the bed, helping Lorraine as she pulled the rest of your flannel button-up off your body, the piece of clothing finding itself thrown across the room. Your red lacey bra came next, her hands reaching around you to unlatch it, only fumbling for a moment before it came undone, uncovering your breasts completely as it slid down your arms. She bit her lip, throwing the bra to join the shirt on the floor.

Lorraine pushed you back down, your back sinking into the mattress once again, the grip you had on her hips tightening ever so slightly. You watched in mere anticipation, her hands reaching down to the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it smoothly off her body, before throwing it to join yours. You gulped, eyes travelling down her body, her voluptuous breasts now just as bare as yours, your eyes trailing down even further towards the yellow panties she wore. You only had a second to stare before you felt a hand on your chin as she harshly raised it so your half-lidded eyes would connect with hers, "Did I give you permission to look, princess?"

You gulped at the nickname, not quite understanding the multitude of feelings that were invading your senses, heat pooling deep within yourself even more at this moment. You were merely frozen in place, your body quivering in excitement from the authoritative tone in her voice. "I'm sorry..." your voice trembled, almost feeling foreign to you, not quite used to being so ready and helpless under another's command, never imagining that you would be so aroused by it.

The brunette's hand remained gripping your chin, trying to gouge your reaction before you felt her release it from her tight grasp. She lifted her hips only slightly, your eyes tracking her every movement as she slowly began crawling down your body, causing you to shudder when her hands trailed down your sides sensually as she went. Her eyes tracked the length of your body, travelling down every feature on display before her hands connected with the waistband of your denim shorts.

She traced her hands along the waistband, feeling your breathing stutter when her finger leisurely undid the button, before slowly pulling down the zipper, dragging out the suspense as if to torture you. "Lift your hips," her voice caused you to shiver, your arousal only increasing by the second, your reaction automatic, as she commanded, your hips lifting, your abdomen flexing as she began pulling the shorts down from your hips. You had sunk back into the mattress when you lowered yourself back down, Lorraine continuing her task of pulling the piece of clothing down your legs, her grip burning on your thighs as they finally came off, being thrown into the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing.

You were a panting mess, Lorraine's hands trailing up your legs. "Please..." you whimpered, her fingers edging closer to your red lacey panties, doing nothing to calm your eternal need, the fabric already pooling with an embarrassing amount of heat.

She bit her lip, not giving into the moan that was begging to leave her lips at your reaction to her control on you. "Please, what?" she trailed her hands on your thighs, an unbearable heat being left in their place as your impending wetness continued to seep through the fabric of your panties.

You moaned at her touch, "Please, Lorraine," you panted not knowing whether from the pain of your unending want, or your need for her to touch you, "I need you."

Her hands left your body, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of contact making you feel almost cold despite the ever-growing burning heat on your skin. She observed you, the way your body was shaking for her touch, absolutely begging for it, before gripping your chin between her fingers as she moulded her lips with yours. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, tugging at it before she let it go and stared you dead in the eyes, "Get on your hands and knees." You didn't question it, your body working automatically as you were quick in giving her exactly what she wanted, letting her take control of the situation easily. Your hands and knees met the sheets, Lorraine moving up behind you, her mouth reaching close to your ear as she pushed your head into the pillow, "Good girl." It was sultry when it left her lips, a sweet sense of ecstasy sending a shiver down your spine, your breathing shallower at the words that left her mouth.

You whimpered at the contact, her tongue darting out to lick the rim of your ear slowly, before you felt her teeth tug harshly on your earlobe, letting it go almost instantly. You felt her move, her hands trailing down your body, staying on your breasts for a moment longer, her fingers circling the hardened nipples, giving them a slight tug, before trailing her hands further down to the waistband of your red panties.

You were trembling in anticipation, Lorraine leaning down to bite your shoulder as her fingers played with the waistband of the final piece of clothing. You felt the harsh tug, hearing fabric tearing as she ripped the panties clean off your body, a hiss leaving your lips at the sting the elastic created, the now ripped fabric joining the rest of the clothes.

The brunette didn't give you much time to dwell on the slight pain, her hands grasping onto your bare ass, rubbing sensual circles against your cheeks. You felt as one of her hands left it, before striking down hard, a loud smack resounding in the room as her hand connected sharply with your ass. A loud groan left your lips, a moan replacing it when she began rubbing the spot again.

One of her hands slid up to be against your back, pushing down as her other travelled down from your ass, sliding lower towards your centre, a groan leaving both your lips in unison when her fingers finally made contact, "You're so fucking wet for me, princess" she growled, "I bet you fucking love this, don't you?" Her hand slid sensually across your sopping-wet folds, leaving for only a moment as you felt a hard slap to your core when you remained quiet, a loud moan tumbling from your lips, her voice commanding, "Answer me."

"Oh god yes," you groaned, voice shaky, clenching the bed sheets between your fists. You waited in anticipation, a chuckle leaving Lorraine's lips, your eyes squeezing shut when you felt her leaning closer, her breath warm and tingling against your throbbing core.

She pulled her fingers back for a moment, her hand residing on your hip as her tongue began to trail painfully slow across the length of your slit, her tongue pushing against it, as it ran between your folds. You shook, wanting her to keep going, just to bring you the satisfaction you were dying for, your teeth sinking into the pillow below you as you tried your hardest not to scream out.

You felt yourself clench, her teeth gracing your clit for a small moment as she gave it a rough tug. Lorraine hummed in satisfaction as she pulled her face back, "You taste so fucking good," she moaned. You tensed at the feeling of her hand trailing leisurely up your thigh, her finger making contact with your core, forcing you to twitch in need. A gasp left your lips, your teeth pulling away from the pillow when you could no longer keep it in. You gave an involuntary shiver at her touch, gasping out against the pillow when you felt her tease a finger inside, before slipping it in, following it up with a second. Your walls clenched around them almost automatically, a muffled moan releasing from your lips as you tried your hardest to remain quiet.

She wasn't the Church Mouse you remembered at this moment, a feeling that she would be gentle during these moments was thrown out the window as soon as you felt her push in roughly, reaching as deep as she could possibly go, before beginning to pump her fingers. But you had felt it gentle at first, her fingers slathering onto your slickness easily, her movement impossibly slick, until she started moving more harshly.

Lorraine's hand on your back seemed to push down more, her fingers not stopping their movements for even a moment, not leaving you time to think as they moved unbelievably fast, the muffled moans being lost inside the pillow your teeth had found themselves latched back onto.

You felt her move, her fingers not stopping their excessive pumps as she leaned down, her tongue trailing slowly up your spine. You couldn't focus on anything, the overload of sensations blanking your mind, your lips releasing an excessively loud moan when you felt her teeth sink into your shoulder for the second time, in the exact same spot.

Her breasts closed in against your back, her hard nipples feeling incredibly hot against your skin. You felt her lips against your ear, her pumps not stopping for even a moment as the hand on your back left. You didn't know what was going to happen, you had never been in this situation before. Her hand closing around your throat was the last thing you had expected, your teeth relinquishing their hold on the pillow as she used her hold on your throat as leverage to pull you up off the bed and against her chest.

You could hear the slick sounds as she pumped, a third finger easily joining the two already inside you as she moved against your soaked walls, her fingers curling while she pulled you deeper against her chest. You were so close, your walls twitching against her fingers, her teeth grazing your ear, "Don't cum until I tell you to," she husked, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned. "Do you understand me, princess?"

You nod your head frantically, before feeling her squeeze your neck for an actual answer, "Yes—" you choked out, a panting mess as you tried to hold in your desire to have your release, her finger continuing their relentless pumps.

You clenched your eyes shut, feeling yourself creeping closer to the edge, your wall clenching around her fingers hard as you tried to hold back, her fingers hitting all the right places. You knew she was torturing you as her teeth continued to graze and lick your earlobe, curses leaving your lips as she continued her unbearable assault.

"Please..." you begged, not being able to hold back as you remained on the edge of your release.

"What do you want, princess?" she growled out against your ear. "Tell me."

You panted, "Fuck," Lorraine pumped harder as you tried to speak, "Please, I'm—" she smirked, "I need to cum." You gasped.

Lorraine was silent for a moment, biting down on your earlobe as she continued her assault, her fingers slick with your liquids. You felt her breath on your ear, her groans sending a vibration through your body. "Fuck, princess," her voice trembled. She pulled you up a bit more from her hold on your throat, "Cum for me." She squeezed.

You didn't wait another moment, your body twitching and shuddering, your voice turning raw from your release. It felt so intense as your walls clenched incredibly tight on her fingers, your body shaking against her chest. Your eyes were sewn shut as they rolled into the back of your head, your breathing becoming laboured. Lorraine didn't stop her pumps as she pulled you through your intense orgasm, only stilling when she knew it was over, as she placed her lips against your shoulder.

She carefully slipped her fingers out of you but kept a hold of your throat for a bit longer as she brought her fingers up to your lips, "Suck." You didn't hesitate, even though your energy drained from your body, your tongue trailing up her fingers before your lips closed around them, moaning as you tasted your liquids, swirling your tongue around them seductively as you cleaned them off.

Lorraine pulled them away for a moment, pulling you closer as she connected her lips with yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth. She moaned at the taste of you on your tongue, before pulling away and unlatching her hand from your throat, your head finding its home on the pillow below you. You felt the kink in your knees, having been in the same position for far too long, as Lorraine gently moved you, so you weren't on your knees anymore, your legs splayed out in comfort. She massaged the back slowly, before laying down next to you, her eyes locking onto your closed ones, her hands reaching out to move your sweaty hair out of your face.

You took a moment to catch your breath, before opening your eyes and looking into her brown ones, breathing still laboured. "RJ was wrong about you," you chuckled breathlessly, "You are most definitely not a prude."

Lorraine shook her head with a roll of her eyes and a teasing smile, "Thought you said you didn't think I was to begin with."

You grinned, "I didn't," your eyes trailed her body, "This just proved my theory."

"And what theory was that?" she raised an eyebrow.

You bit your lip, "That it's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest in the sheets."

She pushed your face back, a laugh leaving your lips as she did, "I didn't see you complaining."

"I most definitely wasn't," you smiled suggestively, watching as she rolled her eyes, her dimples breaking free as she grinned at you in return, your fingers reaching out absentmindedly to poke one. "I guess I can't call you Church Mouse anymore, can I?"

"I sure hope not," she stroked your hair gently before her hand slid to your cheek, her thumb running circles as you fell into the comforting warmth her skin gave you. "I hate that nickname." Her eyes were still half-lidded, "How much time do we have before the shoot?"

You thought for a moment, "About an hour give or take."

A smirk overtook Lorraine's features, one that had your once-tired body waking up in arousal. "I guess it's my turn, princess." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear. You followed her lead as she lay on her back, leading you in between her thighs as she commanded you to crawl between them, her finger on your chin, forcing you to look up at her. "You're such a good girl."

You shivered, allowing her to command your every action, moaning as you took her yellow panties off before tasting her sweet nectar. Your arousal only increased from the fingers that seemed to tug on your hair, your body completely falling completely to her every whim.

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Bonus:

You opened your eyes as the banging on the door invaded your senses, having a feeling that it could potentially be knocked off its hinges by the excessive knocks.

"Are you two done in there?" Bobby's voice filtered muffled through the door, "We have a film to shoot."

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you nudged Lorraine awake to get dressed. You both were hasty, you sending Lorraine a look when you remembered your panties were ripped and the buttons on your flannel gone, only to receive a sheepish look in return as you were forced to go commando, having to tie your flannel shirt up tighter.

As you unlocked the door, pulling Lorraine by the hand, out of the room, you were met with Bobby who gave you both a smirk, "Are you both sure you weren't shooting your own porno?" she laughed, "Because that was some loud noises you both were making."

Lorraine blushed at that, a complete contrast to the commanding woman she was when the door was locked. This only made you pull her closer as you gave RJ a smirk as you saw him glare at you, "Oh we definitely were," you chuckled, "Search it up in stores tomorrow morning." You gave a wink.

The brunette was a blushing mess at this point, as you pulled her along with you, laughter following you the whole way to your destination. You knew you'd probably regret it later when the doors finally lock again, but in all honesty, you were looking forward to it. Wanting nothing more than for when the brunette would take control of you again.

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Jamie Speaks:

Ummm.... Hahahahaha

I apologise.

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