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Cynthia isn't even remotely sure what she did wrong... but she knows she did something.
Over the last few weeks, she’d had plenty of symphony rehearsals and full days in the studio in preparation for the album rollout. Between the live performance rehearsals, meetings with her team and interviews about what the album would represent, she’d hardly been at home or seen her girlfriends.
Today, though, they would all be home. Or, to phrase it more accurately, Cynthia and Lena would be home, and Ariana would be over the moment she was free.
Lena had finished putting the input for the most recent season of the Chi, and had finally closed a deal for a production role on a Broadway show, so she had gotten home at some point that afternoon. Ari had been in a couple of meetings, both in person and through Zoom, to discuss the brighter days r.e.m collection launch, as well as when she would announce her next upcoming role.
And Cynthia? Well, she’d hardly thought about a single thing that wasn’t I Forgive You or rehearsal related. Her instrument was tired, no matter how much she enjoyed what she did for a living. What she needed was a cup of tea and to be curled up in somebody’s lap.
Instead, she was pressed up against the nearest wall the moment she slipped out of her heels.
She'd hardly been in the house for a whole five minutes before Lena had pounced on her, and hadn't had a moment of reprieve since, strong hands heavy and wandering, pulling shockwave after shockwave out of Cynthia's already tired body.
She'd tried to ask what was wrong; and she knew it wasn’t a warm welcome from the way Lena had already marked her up, deep splotches where she'd sucked rough hickeys into her neck and chest and the insides of her thighs, more possessive than worshipping like usual. But Lena had remained mostly ignorant to her questions and fevered pleas for a break. Not a single ‘hello’ or ‘I missed you’ before Cynthia’s legs started shaking.
They'd made it to the bedroom somewhere between Cynthia's second and third orgasms, and then Lena had pulled another from her for good measure before placing a glass of water on the nightstand, demanding Cynthia drink the whole glass by the time she got back, and then disappearing into the bathroom.
The implications of a long night ahead were definitely there.
And so, like the perfect girl she was, she gulped down the glass as instructed, not wanting to further egg Lena on, and then pulled out her phone to call her other partner.
"Are you almost home?" The Brit whined quietly into the receiver, eyes trained on the closed bathroom door. "I can't feel my legs, Ari, I need you to talk her down.”
"Poor baby." The voice over the receiver is sweet, sympathetic, but there's also a definite note of smug satisfaction to it, as if the speaker knows very well what Cynthia is dealing with and is very pleased about it. "She's been tearing into you since you got home? Didn't even wait to get you into bed, hm?"
Cynthia shuddered at the memory, thighs pressing together against their own accord. She bit back a helpless noise at the unintended pressure it put between her legs, already sensitive.
"I think I came twice before we even left the sitting room. Against the bedroom door. Then another when we finally got to bed." Cynthia's eyes found the closed bathroom door, voice lowering further and breathing slightly shallow. "I think she’s trying to kill me."
"What, you can't handle another round or two, dove?" Ariana teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. She'd probably gotten used to this sort of phone call by now; a tired and spent Cynthia whining for her to come save her from the big bad wolf. Ariana wasn't fazed. "You've taken more than that before. Don't act like you don't like when she gets like this."
"I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, just don't know what I did to rile her up," Cynthia whined again, shifting under the covers where she'd pulled them up to her chin protectively. "She hasn't said a word other than when she told me to drink that water. Do you think I did something to upset her?"
"Oh come on, Cyn. You know Lena's got a habit of getting broody when she's annoyed." Ariana pointed out, though her tone didn't reflect any sort of real concern for Lena's mood. "Don't worry too much. You know she'll soften up once she's finished working out her... frustrations."
She paused, before adding: "Did she say you couldn't touch yourself while she's in there?"
A spark of arousal went up Cynthia's spine, and she groaned quietly, eyes closing as she breathed through her nose. She knew what the pop singer was asking. She had always been a fan of hearing Cynthia take herself apart over the phone. It gave her great pleasure to know she could make the older girl come without even being there, with just her voice.
"Well, no... she didn't say that, but-"
"But...? But what?"
Ariana's voice was a honeyed purr over the line, all faux innocence and faux sympathy. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the response she was going to get from Cynthia... but she'd play along regardless, feigning obliviousness because she knew it would drive her girlfriend up the wall even more.
"You're not gonna be difficult just for the sake of being difficult, are you, dove?"
"I-I just need a break," She murmured, face turned into her pillow to slightly muffle her words. "You’ll be home soon anyway, won’t you? And then you can watch me instead of just listening…"
Ariana let out a dramatic sigh over the phone, feigning like it was a terrible hardship to be asked to wait. As though she were being terribly deprived of something crucial to her health.
She was quiet for a long moment before she finally obliged, in a voice as sweet and smooth as honey, "Alright, I'm already headed back now, gorgeous. Just hang in there for me, hm?” Cynthia hummed in response, continuing to purr quietly into the phone, asking Ari a few more sleepy questions and fully unaware of the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Of course she was unaware. Too caught up in the sweet comfort of Ariana's voice to notice the hungry presence now standing in the bedroom doorway, watching her every movement.
Lena's gaze was fixed, burning into her, taking in the way she was nestled under the covers, body still flushed and shaky, the way she clutched the phone to her ear as if she was holding it like a lifeline, all the while her voice went soft and sleepy with exhaustion.
Lena clenched her jaw, her eyes darkening as she took in the beautiful sight before her, all pretty and soft, still trembling from the attention she'd been given before. Her gaze traveled along the soft arch of her girlfriend's back, the way she rubbed her legs together beneath the covers... and something possessive purred in her chest, urging her towards the bed.
"I have been good, you know. I can't remember the last time I did something that would warrant this kind of–gah!" Cynthia shrieked as a strong hand slipped under the covers and wrapped around her ankle, yanking her to the center of the plush, queen sized bed. Lena shuffled the sheets off of the younger woman's body and leaned down to hover over her, pinning Cynthia's wrists above her head with one hand and picking up the phone with the other.
"Hey, Ari," She said into the receiver, eyes trained on Cynthia's wide-eyed expression. "How was work?"
On the other end of the line, Ariana giggled softly, clearly having a pretty good idea of what had just occurred.
She could practically picture it in her mind: Cynthia sprawled out on the bed, Lena hovering over her with that dangerous, possessive look in her eye, the same pretty picture they always made together when Lena was in a mood like this.
"Hiya, troublemaker. Work was fine. Same old, same old. Meetings and whatnot." She responded dismissively, her voice still that sweet, honeyed drawl. "Miss me?"
“Like a headache,” Lena replied deadpan, though there was a bit of a smirk to her expression now. She pressed the speaker button and dropped the phone beside Cynthia’s hips so she’d have both hands free, the one not pinning her wrists now laying flat against her toned stomach. Cynthia squirmed. “How far out are you? ETA?”
"Mm, about five minutes, maybe a little more." Ariana replied, her voice still playful and light over the receiver, not at all matching the rough way in which Lena was currently manhandling their girlfriend, or the way the girl was wriggling beneath her, already desperate and needy for more affection after the attention she'd been getting.
"Why? You two getting impatient without me?"
Lena hummed, fingers skirting further down Cynthia’s bare body, reaching the apex of her thighs. “Just wondering whether or not I should wait for you to get here or go ahead and get back started.”
The sound of Ariana's laugh came through the phone, a little breathless and low, the same one that always let on that she was getting all hot and bothered too. "Go ahead, baby. Warm the pretty thing up for me." She murmured into the phone, the sound of her voice already heavy.
“She’ll be well past warm by the time you get here,” Lena chuckled darkly, pinching Cynthia’s navel. The younger girl shrieked at the sharp pain, making futile attempts to press back against the mattress and away from Lena’s hands. She tutted. “Say bye to Ari, dove.”
"Bye, Ari..." She managed to gasp out, though she was still squirming under Lena's touch, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her already exhausted body.
"Bye, baby. Be there soon."
Ariana's voice was thick with arousal over the receiver, the sound of her breath getting a little more labored as she spoke, clearly turned on by the prospect of the girls getting started without her.
* * *
Lena tossed the phone to the side, the other woman's voice cutting off so she now had Cynthia’s undivided attention, both hands already running up and down the younger woman's trembling body.
“What you callin’ Ari for, hm, dove? Think she’s gonna get your ass outta trouble?” Lena chuckled, fingers digging into the flesh of Cynthia’s thighs, slowly pushing them apart. “Or you just couldn’t go a few minutes without attention, so you had to bother Ari on the way back from work?”
"I-I wasn't-" She protested weakly, gasping softly as the other woman forced her to spread her legs, already feeling that familiar, wonderful ache growing in her belly from the way Lena was touching her. "I just..."
She swallowed hard, her head falling back against the pillow as her hips arched instinctively, seeking more of the attention. "I just wanted to hear her voice, that's all-"
"Uh-huh." Lena hummed, her grip on those trembling thighs tightening, forcing her to keep them apart, to stay still and spread out prettily before her. "You just needed to hear her voice, huh? Needed the sweet reassurance, the gentle tone?"
Lena leaned down, nipping sharply at the inside of Cynthia's thigh, leaving a fresh mark to join the others that already marked up her soft skin. Cynthia yelped quietly at the surprise sting, thighs trying to snap shut on instinct. Lena growled in response, nipping her thigh again and forcing her legs back to their original position.
Cynthia huffed petulantly, though not until after swallowing a needy whine. “Well you were ignoring me! I wanted to hear someone’s voice!” And Lena could swear up and down that if they’d been standing, the ever-so-composed Cynthia Erivo would have stomped her foot like a child.
Oh, she's in one of those moods tonight, is she?
A small smile curved Lena's lips as she took in how petulant and pouty her little broadway star was proving to be tonight, still trying to sass her even though she was clearly getting more and more desperate.
Lena liked her best like this: submissive, but still with that little spark of attitude and fire beneath the surface. It was what made her so much fun to ruin.
“Fine,” The brunette chuckled, hands finding Cynthia’s ankles again and yanking her further down the bed until her ankles hung off the side. Lena slid off as well, positioning herself on the floor between her lover’s legs. “Since it’s Ari’s voice you want to hear so badly, I’ll have to find some other way to keep my mouth occupied until she gets here.”
A high-pitched whimper came from the top of the bed, as Cynthia suddenly found herself in yet another vulnerable position, her legs bent and spread wide to accommodate Lena's desires. The older woman knelt at the end of the bed, her gaze dark and hungry as she drank in the sight before her.
“I think I’ll go ahead and get my fill in the meantime. You’d better hope she gets home quick; I’m happy to stay down here for the rest of the night.” And then she was on her.
There's a sharp, almost startled cry from the girl as Lena immediately sets to work, her lips and tongue and teeth all working to ruin her, the sound coming from between Cynthia’s thighs absolutely sinful.
Avoiding her clit, Lena lifted a free hand to spread soft lips, flattening her tongue against sticky, heated flesh. She lapped firmly, always stopping just beneath the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of Cynthia’s mound, before dipping low to sink her tongue into her girlfriend’s weeping hole.
"L-Lena, please..." She whined softly, her fingers immediately finding and gripping the older girl's clean braids to ground herself even as her eyes squeezed shut, trembling legs instinctively trying to close around her face.
Lena chuckles again, sending vibrations up Cynthia’s body and making her jerk with a shriek. She goes to open her back up more efficiently, looping one arm around one thigh. By her usual standards, she was actually being quite gentle, her tongue moving in smooth, slow strokes and avoiding the most sensitive part of her deliberately.
Any other day, Cynthia would be frustrated by the avoidance, but at the moment she was thankful. Perhaps Lena was being merciful, getting her fill while still being mindful of Cynthia’s imminent overstimulation?
The sudden, telltale, muted buzzing of a familiar object snapped Cynthia out of her pleasured reverie. Her eyes widened. Oh.
The vibrator was a newer addition to their 'playtime' repertoire, a little bullet vibrator that both of her partners loved to use and torture her with, and it only took a moment before Cynthia immediately recognized the telltale sound of it coming to life in her girlfriend's hand.
Her entire body immediately tensed up, her thighs instinctively trying to close shut again, her voice already going tight and desperate as she pleaded, "Nooooo, Lena, please no, I-I can't right now- I'll be good–"
Her protests fell to deaf ears in an instant though, as soon it was pressed right up against her clit, directly against that sensitive bundle of nerves, and set to a steady vibration that was just enough to be agonizing.
"P-please!" She immediately yelped, her back arching as she squirmed, her thighs quaking as Lena’s mouth continued its ministrations just below the relentless buzz of the vibrator. She puckered her lips right over Cynthia’s entrance and sucked before her tongue darted out again, curling to scoop as much slick into her mouth in one go as possible. It seemed to be coming in waves now, especially with the extra, violent stimulation straight on her clit, threatening to send her into an early grave. Cynthia slapped one hand over her mouth, the other hand coming down hard on Lena’s solid forearm.
The sound of the front door opening and closing and Ari's familiar voice calling out, "I'm here, darlings!" echoed through the hallway, though it was mostly drowned out by the wet smacking of Lena’s mouth on her cunt, the hum of the vibrator, and the static in Cynthia’s ears. The click of her heels against the floorboards grew closer until she appeared in the bedroom doorway, her dark eyes immediately locking onto the scene before her.
Ariana's smile widened instantly as she took in the sight, immediately moving in and leaning against the doorframe, arms folding over her chest and her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she tilted her head. She hummed as she watched Lena's head bob between their girlfriend’s legs.
“Please, Lena, I—ah!” Cynthia cried out, long nails scraping at the forearms that had her thighs trapped open. She let out a high pitched, garbled sound and tried to move her hips away, unsurprisingly looking in Ari’s direction with wide eyes, body shaking from the overstimulation. “A-Ari!”
"Aw, what's the matter, baby?"
Ariana purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. She was clearly enjoying the desperation and helplessness dripping from her normally collected girlfriend. She pushed herself off the doorframe and began to slowly approach the bed, all while the sensitive girl tried to squirm away from the vibrator, still held firmly in place against her mound.
Ari stopped right beside the bed, her finger tilting the older girl's chin up to look into her teary eyes, her thumb brushing over her parted lips.
“I can’t, I can’t! Pl-ease, please, please, I’m gonna—!” Cynthia cut herself off with a silent scream, back bowing hard as another sudden orgasm washed over her, her entire body trembling forcefully.
The moment Cynthia was tipped over the edge again, Ariana's expression grew hungrier, more intense. She loved seeing her like this; coming apart at the seams. She wanted more, and she wanted to have her turn.
"Looks like our baby is tired, hm?" The woman mused, still stroking at Cynthia's chin, her thumb pressing gently on her bottom lip. She tilted her head and looked down at the woman kneeling below, her voice dropping to a low, honeyed hum. "Think you made her come enough, Lena?"
Lena clicked her teeth, turning the vibrator down a couple notches but not removing it from her swollen clit. “This is only number four.” She replied, not completely removing her mouth from between shaky thighs.
"Mmm, yet so close to her limit already."
* * *
Ari smirked when the poor, overstimulated girl whimpered at the admission. She moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, one leg resting on the mattress, the position giving her a perfect view of what was happening, her fingers gently stroking at the sweat at the brown skinned woman’s brow.
She spoke again, and there was no mistaking the dark, possessive tone of her voice. "I want a turn. Let me play with her now."
Cynthia whined softly at that, still trembling, her breath still coming in short, ragged gasps. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, sensitive and sore and all of the pleasure mixed with the discomfort in the best way possible.
Ariana's lips curved into a pleased little smirk. "Come here, love..." She commanded, her hand coming to gently grip onto the vibrator. Immediately, Lena relented, sitting up and handing the toy over to the other woman, her free hand going to rub soothing circles on Cynthia's inner thigh as she licked the girl’s remaining essence from her lips.
Ariana clicked the bullet off and set it down on the bed, though she was far from done with it. Leaning over the trembling woman, she gently stroked her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver and flex beneath her cool palm. Cynthia’s skin was feverish, and sweat pebbled at her forehead and dripped from her neck and collarbone. A few lone tear streaks marred her cheeks and her eyes were glazed over, pupils the size of saucers.
“You with us still, gorgeous?” Ariana asked saccharinely, hand leaving her abdomen to gently cup and turn her jaw. “Hi, dove. Breathe for me.”
It took a few moments, but Cynthia was eventually able to pull herself together enough to blink up at the woman above her, her mind swimming and body shaking. She swallowed hard, her lips parted and her chest expanding with labored breaths.
She made a weak nod, barely able to muster words after everything she had just gone through, her body and mind still on edge and overly sensitive. The moment she was able to speak, it was in a tiny whisper, her voice breathless from all the overstimulation.
"Y-yeah... 'm okay.”
"There's a good girl."
Ariana hummed, her thumb tracing along that soft, full lower lip of hers, all while Lena's calloused hands rubbed gently at the insides of Cynthia's trembling thighs. Both of them were watching her with that same predatory look in their gaze.
They both knew she would be wrung out soon. But that was the point of this, after all... to work her into a trembling, overstimulated mess, until she was begging them to stop. And her partners always delivered on that.
"Still so sensitive, baby..."
Ariana purred out, her tone thick and dripping with heat, the sight of the older girl's body in such a state of overstimulation going straight to her core. She leaned down to press a hot, wet kiss to her throat, leaving mark after mark, all while her fingers began toying with the vibrator again, the little device turning back on to a low, steady buzz.
Poor, shaky Cynthia whimpered as the toy was turned on again, her legs immediately trying to shut as Ariana gently grazed her outer thigh. Of course she was so sensitive, after being worked over mercilessly by Lena for so long, and now about to be subjected to attention from her other partner... but she knew that it would be no use complaining. She was tired and exhausted and sore, but her girlfriends would not be satisfied until they got their fill of her tonight.
“Do you remember your safe word, baby? Just in case,” Ari asked as she slid onto Cynthia’s lap, feeling her thighs shake beneath her, just slightly soothed by her weight and Lena’s continued ministrations a little lower on her thighs.
The girl's eyes fluttered a bit more at the feeling of her partner straddling her lap, the extra weight and pressure on her already sensitive body sending little jolts of pleasure and discomfort coursing through her.
Her mind was cloudy, overwhelmed as usual from the attention, but she managed to get the words out, her voice coming in a soft, shaky whisper.
"...Um, ‘s poppies."
"Good girl." Ariana hummed, nodding in approval, her other hand coming up to gently stroke Cynthia’s clean shaven scalp. There was a hint of praise in her voice, but also that dark, dominant undercurrent as she continued to speak, and continued to run the vibrator up and down her leg.
"Now, no holding back for me, dove. I expect you to scream for me like you did for Lena. Let me hear you."
Cynthia hardly had time to part her lips before Ari’s mouth was on hers. She placed one hand beside Cynthia’s head and used it to balance herself, taking her weight off of Cynthia in order to provide space to slide her hand between their bodies. Adjusting, she pulled back from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “Lena, can you move her legs for me—like that, yeah, thank you, troublemaker.” Ariana directed without looking back, her knees now on the inside of Cynthia’s spread thighs to prevent her from closing them.
Lena had quickly followed Ariana's instructions, shifting the girl's legs again so that they could be spread apart wider, holding her in place. Her fingers dug in, holding her still, and all of the movement was making Cynthia’s head spin.
Cynthia whimpered softly against the other woman's lips, her trembling legs straining just faintly against the hold, her body arching up, a faint whisper of Ariana's name slipping out between kisses.
Her breath was already becoming ragged and uneven as Ariana took their kiss further, her tongue slipping into the girl's mouth, dominating her effortlessly. She took her fill for a long, long moment, all while she turned up the speed on the vibrator, pressing it up a little higher, right against where Cynthia would feel it the most.
"There we go," She spoke against her lips, feeling Cynthia’s body tense harshly, a low sob leaving full lips.
"Relax into it, baby... you look so pretty like this." Ariana crooned, her voice dropping to a dark, heated growl, her lips moving from the other woman's mouth to her jawline, nipping and sucking and marking her neck again, all while the vibrator continued its relentless, agonizing pace against Cynthia’s core.
A hand snaked around her sternum, pushing her head back to expose more of her neck, all while her eyes caught sight of Lena watching the scene with an intense, possessive gaze, the way her hands were still holding Cynthia's legs wide open.
Poor, poor Cynthia was shaking again from all of the overstimulation, her entire body trembling like a leaf as Ariana left a wet, hot trail of kisses down her throat, all while a sneaky hand continued the relentless, mind-melting pleasure between her thighs, her touches and kisses making her feel like she was going insane.
Her head fell back against the pillows, her voice coming out in a strained whimper, a desperate plea falling from her lips.
"A-Ari... I can't... ngh... can't a-anymore… ‘s too much!"
“You know what to say if you really want to stop, dove. I think you can take a little more.” She left another open mouthed kiss on the sharp crook of her jaw, then turned her head to face Lena. “My love, would you hold the vibrator against her for me? I’ve been waiting all day to be inside of her, but I think she’s enjoying the vibe and I wouldn’t want to deprive her.” The blonde crooned, a dark glint in her eye. No matter how soft and sweet she was, she was always the more relentless of the two.
Oh, Christ.
Cynthia had gone very still (well, as still as she could with her legs quaking so fiercely), her breath catching in her throat the moment Ariana spoke, her stomach flipping. She knew that look in the other woman's eye meant she wasn't quite finished with her yet; not when she was using that dark, honeyed tone of voice.
She whimpered softly as she heard Lena's response, all while the taller woman moved into position, her fingers taking hold of the vibrator and pressing it up against Cynthia's oversensitive cunt.
Cynthia shrieked as Lena turned it back on, the powerful stimulation directly on her clit, so violent and rapid it had her bucking off of the bed, held down only by Ari’s body hovering over hers, and one of Lena’s hands on her thigh. “Ah-!”
Lena chuckled at that, grinning at the sound of the poor girl's cries. It was almost criminal just how beautiful she looked at this point, her body squirming and quivering so pathetically, her back arching up off of the bed again as she sobbed, sweat trailing down the sides of her face.
"God, look at her," She hummed, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of her neck as she spoke, her tongue tracing the lovebites there. "You desperate, baby?"
Cynthia continued to shake fervently beneath them, her body twitching against the relentless pressure from the vibrator. She let out another loud sob as Ariana’s fingers slid down her navel and between her legs, through copious amounts of slick and just out of the way of the vibrator to circle her entrance.
When those pretty, delicate fingers finally came to rest at the girl's entrance, brushing gently over oversensitive flesh and making her entire body tremble, Ariana let out a low, dark, possessive hum. She’d been craving this all day. There was nothing like being inside of Cynthia. Whether it was her fingers, her tongue or the strap Lena had ever-so-graciously taught her how to properly use to their sweetheart’s liking, Ariana would spend every day buried between the older woman’s legs if she had the option.
No matter the tough girl facade she put up in the public eye, she was putty in their hands within moments when they were alone. Ariana could still remember the first time she’d made the older woman come on her fingers, the noises she’d made, the way her face had scrunched up and then gone completely slack. She was obsessed instantly.
"There’s my pretty girl," She whispered gently, the tip of her slender finger just barely beginning to slip into the slick heat of the girl's core. Her teeth nipped at the curve of her neck again, "I’ve been waiting so long to get my hands on you again, baby. You’re so perfect like this."
Lena couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the girl at this point. Cynthia was so sensitive and overwhelmed, it was easy to see how every little touch made her body jolt and tremble and squirm, all while she squealed and panted pathetically. She could see her hands clenching and unclenching helplessly in the sheets, her body so tense and tight, begging for just a little more—or to be taken pity on—and the poor thing couldn’t even find it in herself to make any words.
Delicately, Ariana slipped in a second finger beside the first, beginning to establish an easy, pleasurable rhythm in and out, occasionally curling her fingers. Cynthia’s thighs were trembling almost violently at this point, the vibrator combined with the full feeling of being stuffed with Ari’s fingers and the occasional curl against her g-spot making her eyes cross. “Oh-o-oh… Oh…. I’m… wait, w-wait, wait, wait, Ari, please!”
"Not quite yet, baby," Ariana hummed, her voice coming out smooth and sweet and dangerously soft as she continued to curl her fingers up and into the girl’s core, all while the other hand reached down to grip her thigh, holding her trembling legs further apart and further open. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"Just a little more," She crooned, continuing to press her fingers deep, "You’re so, so perfect for me... You wanna be good, and come for me?"
“Please! It’s t-too much, I’m gonna—“
Cynthia’s back arched off of the sheets, her eyes rolling back as she dragged sharp nails up Ariana back, leaving red claw marks up her shoulders as she screamed. Her body shook uncontrollably as a surprise gush of wetness sprayed out around Ariana’s curling fingers. Ari quickly but gently pulled her fingers out of her overly sensitive body to rub just under her clit, and Cynthia gasped as another torrent burst from her overstimulated cunt, soaking the bed and Ari’s lower body. It felt like it would last forever, Cynthia continuing to convulse as her partners stared on in hungry awe and a bit of smug satisfaction.
Ari was the first to come to her senses, thankfully, adjusting Lena’s hand to remove the vibrator from Cynthia’s clit, hoping to ease some of the pressure.
The moment the vibrator was switched off and removed, Lena could visibly see the tension leave the girl's body, her muscles going relaxed all at once. A low, exhausted noise fell from her lips as she slumped back against the pillows, body still jerking softly as she tried to catch her breath.
Meanwhile, Ariana gently pulled her fingers away from her sopping core, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean, her gaze still fixed on the girl as she did so. Her middle fingers, as well as her palm and all the way down to her wrist were soaked. She let out a low hum of satisfaction, her lips curling. "Such a good girl for me, baby. You did so well.”
Lena’s hand moved to run reassuringly over the girl's thighs, her voice coming out a bit gentler, softer than it had before Ariana arrived. "You look so pretty when you come, you know that?"
She knew the poor girl was exhausted, completely overstimulated, and definitely spent, and she couldn't help but want to tell her how perfect she was, how good she'd been for them, taking everything they gave.
Ari hummed in agreement, sliding off of the older woman and shimmying to the other side of the bed, wrapping a gentle arm around Cynthia and tugging her along as well so Lena could pull the soaked sheets from under them, leaving them in a heap on the floor for later. She and Ari locked eyes momentarily, and Lena mouthed ‘be right back’ before turning to go grab a few things, namely, water for Cynthia to drink, a towel to wipe her down and a clean blanket.
As Lena returned, water bottle, towel, and blanket in hand, she found Ariana gently cradling their girlfriend against her side. The girl's trembling continued, even now that she had been given a moment to catch her breath, her trembling body shuddering in exhaustion from the overwhelming sensations.
Lena couldn't help but let out a soft sound, her heart melting just a little at the sight of the Cynthia curled as far into Ariana as she could get, before she kneeled on the bed, holding up the bottle. "Here, baby. Drink a little, you’re probably dehydrated."
Cynthia grumbled, turning her head away and burying it in Ariana’s neck instead, too tired to do much more than cling to the younger of her girlfriends almost petulantly. “No, thank you. Tired.”
Lena let out a small noise, all while Ariana let out a soft giggle, the two women exchanging another look over their girl's head.
"You need to drink a little, at least one sip," Lena chided, her voice gentle but firm as she held up the bottle again, "Don't make me force it, baby. You'll thank me in the morning when you're not hoarse and dehydrated."
Cynthia huffed, but turned dutifully out of Ariana’s neck to receive the water bottle. She could hardly bring herself to move, her body still shaking softly from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her mind still fuzzy from the overstimulation. But she obeyed anyway, and carefully reached out to take the bottle, sitting up with Ariana's help and bringing it to her lips.
The cool water felt heavenly against her parched throat, and she found herself greedily downing half the bottle without barely pausing for breath, a dazed hum of appreciation leaving her lips.
Both Lena and Ariana exchanged amused glances at the sight, the former letting out a soft hum and the latter quietly laughing. "See? She knows what's good for her, even when she's too tired to admit it."
They knew exactly how stubborn the Capricorn could be, especially when she was exhausted like this.
As soon as the water was finished, Lena set it aside again, all while Ariana gently urged the girl to lay back down. They both continued to fuss over the exhausted girl, their touches gentle and soft as they moved to clean and dry her up, carefully wiping away the sweat, the mess that was smeared across her inner thighs.
Cynthia let them, too tired and spent to even protest at the attention. Her eyes kept slipping closed, her body still jolting now and then as the remnants of that overstimulation continued to linger, all the while both of her girlfriends continued to coo over her, praising her in soft, honeyed voices.
With both women now finished, Ariana wiped her own thighs off and slid out of her damp shorts. She pulled the clean blanket up over the girl's worn out body, gently tucking her legs into the soft material, being as cautious and gentle as they could, even as Cynthia’s body continued to tremble.
Lena and Ariana both took their places around the girl's sides, each of them carefully snuggling against their girlfriend, while she herself curled into their warm embraces, her eyes lidded, already halfway towards sleep.
Cynthia turned toward Lena, usually preferring to snuggle up to her larger, more solid form. She tossed a shaky thigh over both of Lena’s and pressed her face into her shoulder, lashes fluttering as she inhaled her woodsy scent. Reaching behind her, she tugged at Ariana, who thankfully preferred to be the big spoon, and let out a pleased hum when the younger girl pressed up behind her, slotting Cynthia’s hips into her lap and wrapping her arms around her waist.
Both women let out soft hums at the feel of the girl's warm, clinging form, the way she pressed close to them and sought out their warmth. It was adorable, really, with how clingy she could become, especially after being so thoroughly ran through.
Lena's grip tightened on the girl slightly, nuzzling the top of her head gently, her touch light and gentle as she began to caress the back of Cynthia’s head. From behind, it was Ariana's turn to press soft kisses to her shoulder and neck, the girl's arms wrapped around her, holding her gently but firmly.
“Lena?” Cynthia slurred after a brief silence. “What were you mad at me for earlier?”
Lena hummed softly, pausing in her ministrations at the question, before resuming, her fingers beginning to card through the girl's damp curls again, the touch gentle.
"Mm. Well..." Lena paused again, her gaze flicking to Ariana behind the girl to see her girlfriend watching them with a thoughtful expression. "It was... nothing important. I was just being stupid. Jealous," She added as an afterthought, her voice softening a bit at the admission.
Ariana smirked from over Cynthia’s shoulder. “She finally saw that little interview you did last week.” Ariana clarified, nipping her ear.
"Fuck off," Lena mumbled at the jab, a faint blush darkening her cheeks, though her expression still remained amused. Ariana had been the first person she’d texted once the little video crossed her feed, and while Ariana had found the clip amusing, Lena had been ready to bend Cynthia over the nearest surface the moment she got her hands on her. Which she had.
Of course, everyone had seen that interview. There had been no way to avoid it after the little stunt Cynthia pulled; every entertainment site had been talking about it the whole week.
It had been an utterly boring and standard interview. But of course... there was just one little thing that had managed to catch everyone off guard. Cynthia tended to spice up her interviews this way, every now and again.
Cynthia tensed, then melted back into their embraces with a low giggle. “In my defense, ‘which girl?’ seemed like a perfectly plausible response to what I was asked…”
"Hush, baby," Lena let out a low grumble as Ariana snorted out a laugh at the comment, the girl's tone scolding but still affectionate.
"It did," Ari agreed, her fingers resuming their movements massaging Cynthia’s thighs, all while she continued to nuzzle gently at the back of the girl's neck. "But it was an awfully ballsy response. Do you know how many people are convinced we're in a throuple now?"
“Aren’t we?”
"No," Lena responded immediately, all while Ariana snorted out another laugh, clearly thoroughly amused.
"A throuple implies three people equally committing to each other in a romantic sense—" Lena continued, her tone a little more firm, as if she was exasperated by even the words as they slipped from her tongue, "While we are very much not."
Ariana's voice came in to cut in. "We just… share, darling." The girl teased, nipping at Cynthia’s earlobe playfully, all while her arms remained wrapped around her waist. “We’re more like… a V. And you, my beautiful girl, are the pivot.”
“Yes, well,” Cynthia shimmied between the two of them, getting more comfortable with a leisurely sigh. “I hardly think that the discourse is about whether you two are dating each other or just dating me. All I’ve been seeing is speculation on whether or not I have a roster.” She snickered.
"Oh god," Lena groaned softly at the mention of that word, her expression morphing into one of slight frustration.
Ariana just started to snicker, the sound coming out soft as she continued to press kisses against the girl's shoulder. "That's not wrong, either. There have been quite a lot of comments..."
"Stop laughing about it," Lena chided, reaching over to swat the singer lightly, "It's not funny—"
"But it is," Ari chirped. "You're just mad all those people think our girlfriend is a massive, repentant flirt. All she has to do is wink and she’s got people spread eagle in her DM’s."
"Don’t piss me off, Grande." Lena hissed, all while she shot a glare over the girl's shoulder.
Cynthia just giggled at their bickering, her sleepy grin wide and amused as she pressed a few kisses to Lena's cheek, hoping to pacify her cranky girlfriend. "Come on now, you're both so silly. Why does it even matter what other people think of me?"
"Because now we have the entire internet thinking you're some sort of player," Lena grumbled out, her voice a bit frustrated at that, but she was quick to give in to Cynthia's kisses, her irritation already beginning to melt away.
Ariana hummed from behind her, nipping at her neck again, her teeth sinking in playfully for a brief moment. "They think you're some sort of heartbreaker, dove."
Cynthia flinched away from Ariana’s teeth with a squeal before she let out another soft, playful hum, a faux pout beginning to form on her face. "A heartbreaker? Me?"
"Don't pretend you didn’t used to get around, love," Lena shot back, her tone growing more sulky as her grip on the girl's hip tightened a bit, "You know you have people wrapped around your little finger. Half of Hollywood would fall to their knees for you if you asked."
“Amen to that,” Ariana jested, raising a finger in agreement.
“I don’t know about that,” Cynthia chuckled softly, eyes closed and face turned shyly back into Lena’s shoulder. “Queer Hollywood, maybe. Everyone else is still getting used to my oddities.”
"Don't try to play modest," Lena huffed out, her tone softening just a bit more. "You know very well you can be a tease. All that winking and pouting and those looks you give—you know exactly how to make people swoon."
Ariana murmured softly in agreement, her fingers tracing over the girl's back tattoos lovingly. "And you know you love it. You like having people wrapped around your finger. You love it when you have people falling for you so easily."
"And you're good at it, too," Lena continued, still not quite letting go of the subject, a slight edge still in her voice.
Ariana just giggled again, the sound low and amused, the girl clearly taking a small amount of sadistic satisfaction in watching Lena get a little worked up over this. "Oh, absolutely. Our sweet dove’s a menace. A menace, for how easy it is for her to have people swooning over her pretty face and begging for a crumb of attention."
Cynthia let out another soft hum, her expression turning content as she let herself bask in the attention, her eyes fluttering shut. "Well..." She murmured slowly, her voice a soft, self-satisfied tone, "...They can look all they want. I'm already taken."