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It was the last shoot block of a very long, very tiresome week. Simply a smosh mouth episode with Tommy talking about ‘vibes’ and so Angela decided since she had nothing left to complete for the day, she’d come and sit in and listen to the three of them.
She was wearing a pair of black jeans with a black button up sleeveless vest, her hair messily thrown up into ponytail baby hairs framing her face. She’d gone for no makeup today; it was a rare occurrence that she did decide to wear makeup and since she only had a smosh pit shoot today and the rest were writing blocks she decided to forgo the extra hassle of getting up early.
Amanda on the other hand was completely and utterly put together as usual sporting wide cut jeans, a mustard yellow low-cut shirt, and a denim jacket. He hair was neatly brushed through her bangs falling perfectly on her face. She looked positively gorgeous Angela thought as she sat in the back corner watching the three engaging in conversation.
She always looked beautiful but today she was carrying herself with extra confidence. Angela noticed it this morning when they were getting dressed. Amanda seemed to have a cheekier attitude than usual.
She’d woken Angela up kissing down her neck and when Angela giggled telling her stop, she simply said, “aw you don’t like that?”
Something was definitely up with Amanda today.
Angela sat peacefully in the order biting her nails (a habit she’d acquired when she was bored or just simply relaxed) watching the three with the utmost attention.
They were discussing who they believed to be the most confident at Smosh. Angela knew it wouldn’t be her. What with her ‘cut that’ and back tracking on jokes, but something still stung when the three concluded that it was Courtney and Chanse.
““The name that comes to my head is Chanse, I just feel like Chanse is always just like so confident” Shayne said in an admirable way that clearly indicated he was thinking back on Chanse’s most confident moments.
This was inarguable, Angela had known Chanse for years and it was true that he always had this atmosphere of calm and collected around him. He wasn’t afraid what people thought of him, nor did he feel the need to constantly please people.
That was something Angela was still working on, not constantly feeling the need to be praised was something she didn’t know. Growing up in the church made her constantly need that reassurance from her peers.
The conversation continued on and Angela found herself zoning out slightly until something made her ears prick.
““you’re not mum you’re not mommy… well” This comment came from Tommy and made Angela’s head shoot up.
Amanda had lunged forward laughing at his interpretation of her meaning she got a full glance at Angela’s reaction.
They kept eye contact for about 5 seconds before Angela looked away and Amanda resumed the conversation.
For some reason, the implication of Amanda as a mommy sent a shiver down Angela’s spine.
She’d never really thought about it much before but in this moment, she supposed Amanda did have a warm comforting energy about her.
Any time Angela was upset about something, she knew Amanda wouldn’t question it and instead just let her curl up in her arms. She thought back to all the nights Angela would fall asleep on Amanda’s lap, the older of the two lazily tracing shapes down her bare spine.
There had been that one-time Angela had missed a step coming home her knees landing flat against the concrete. Amanda hadn’t called her clumsy or anything. She’d just situated Angela on the bathroom counter and cleared up the blood. She was a very nurturing person.
“Someone the other day said I give off top energy, like I’m a top, I kinda fucking love it,” Angela’s eyes were drawn back to her girlfriend who was openly saying that she took the more dominant role in their relationships.
It was widely known that Amanda and Angela were in a relationship, and it wasn’t that Angela cared about people knowing. But the idea that other people now had an insight into what their sex life looked like, it made her stomach jolt.
Her heart rate had begun to increase, whether out of nerves or whether she felt turned on she couldn’t tell. All she knew is she couldn’t be in this environment where Amanda was indirectly laughing about the fact that Angela took the more submissive role in their relationship.
Her cheeks were flushed red and hands now clammy. She had to get out of here.
And so slowly Angela raised herself from her seat at the back and quietly left the sound stage exhaling deeply when she finally closed the door.
“Are you okay Ange?” Emily asked as she walked past.
“Yeah, I uh- I don’t really feel very well um. I’m gonna go sit in the green room for a minute.”
Emily cautiously walked closer pressing the back of her hand against Angela’s forehead.
“You are burning up and your face is all red. Maybe go lie down. I’m sure Amanda won’t be much longer, then you guys can go home.”
Angela nodded rushing back to the green room where she could finally be alone. She sat up straight resting her head in her hands.
‘What was happening’ she mentally asked. She’d never had this sort of reaction to anything Amanda had said. She usually felt completely comfortable with Amanda but right now the thought of being alone with her made Angela squirm.
She knew Amanda had seen her reaction; knew Amanda would bring it up. She supposed she needed to keep this lie that she wasn’t feeling good up for a while.
Flopping back against the sofa Angela turned to face the wall and grabbed her phone hoping some TikTok time would distract her. Emily was right, Amanda only had about 30 minutes left. Then they could go home.
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TikTok definitely had a way of soaking up time because before Angela knew it a figure was entering the green room tapping her on the shoulder.
She looked up from her lain down position to meet Amanda’s gaze, Amanda’s loving, tender gaze.
Those fucking eyes.
“You okay baby? Emily said you weren’t feeling well” Amanda inquired with a hint of ‘I know you’re lying in her tone.’ Her hand came to stroke Angela’s baby hairs tucking them gently behind her ears.
“Yeah, I-uh I don’t. Well, it-“ Angela completely stumbled over her words which really did not help the situation. But she couldn’t help it. Whenever Amanda gave her undivided attention like this her brain just went to mush.
“I know baby” Amanda cooed. But not the comforting way. In more of a sly way.
“Let’s get you home.” She stretched out a hand which Angela took. Amanda’s pull though was much more aggressive then Angela anticipated making the short of the two bump into her chest.
Amanda simply smirked saying, “come on silly girl, let’s go.”
Angela followed behind Amanda all the way to the car watching the way Amanda’s hips subtly swayed step by step.
When they were both situated in the car Angela peered her head out the window in order to avoid eye contact with her girlfriend, who she knew out of the corner of her eye, was staring at her.
Amanda didn’t comment though and instead began the engine making her way home.
“Did you have a good day aside from when you started to feel ill” Amanda asked placing a hand on Angela’s leg and rubbing her thumb slowly up and down Angela’s inner thigh.
“I did thank you, what about you.”
Amanda hummed in response, “it was good. I was very flattered by Tommy’s interpretation of my vibe.”
Angela stared with doe eyes at Amanda.
“Yeah he… he knows you well.”
Amanda didn’t look back and instead kept one hand on the steering wheel her eyes fixated on the road.
They both sat in comfortable silence till Amanda pulled up to the house.
“Okay baby, I’m going to have a shower and get dressed. Can you please put some pasta on the stove for dinner”?
Angela obediently nodded, “Thank you angel.”
They both made their way into the house kicking of their shoes before Angela realised what just happened. She’d never really noticed it until Tommy’s comment, but Amanda did very much take a leadership role. Commanding Angela on what to do.
Angela didn’t mind though. If anything, she didn’t want to be the one making decisions. It was much harder to make people angry if you were following their orders.
“Okay baby I’ll be back in 20 minutes or so” Amanda called making her way up the stairs.
Angela headed in the other direction towards the kitchen, grabbing some pasta and pre-made sauce. It would be much quicker than making a sauce from scratch.
“Alexa, shuffle legally blonde the musical” Angela called. It was her favourite musical and after a long day she wanted something to ease her nerves.
Setting the pasta on to boil Angela began to chop up some onions and carrots to add to the sauce.
A couple minutes went by, and Angela was peacefully stirring the sauce and pasta singing along to So Much Better swaying her hips rhythmically.
She’d been so lost in the cooking and the music that she didn’t hear Amanda come down the stairs. She’d dressed in a pair of wide leg grey joggers and an over the shoulder white t-shirt, which left a generous among of cleavage on show.
She leant against the door of the kitchen silently admiring her girlfriend who was blissfully unaware of her presence. She adored Angela. Every bit of her.
Watching the younger girls hips move back and forth made something stir in Amanda. It was like she was a predator spying her on her prey waiting for the perfect moment.
Amanda quietly strolled towards Angela wrapping her arms around the younger’s torso earning a small squeak of surprise.
Amanda used her spare hand to play gently with the fallen hairs around Angela’s left ear before whispering seductively, “feeling better sweetheart?” planting a small kiss right under the ear causing Angela to visibly shudder.
“I guess so” Angela whispered fixated intently on the pasta which definitely didn’t need as careful consideration as she was giving it.
Amanda hummed, “I’m glad” kissing and nipping down Angela’s neck watching her stir the pasta.
When Amanda reached a specific spot, she knew made Angela weak in the knees he sucked harder than before.
“Mandy…” Angela breathed out pulling away slightly.
“What’s wrong angel? I’m just giving you a hug.”
Amanda knew what she was doing and when her hands snaked up Angela’s vest, unbuttoned the bottom one and rested her hands on Angela stomach, Angela let out a deep sigh eyes fluttering slightly.
“Come on baby pay attention now, I don’t want my dinner to be ruined” Amanda whispered tracing her hands over Angela stomach laying her hand flat to push Angela’s ass into her front.
“You’re distracting me” Angela said through deep sighs.
Amanda cooed in response in a condescending, fake sympathetic manner, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t realise such small touches would make you so desperate.”
Angela’s eyes widened her head spinning around, “that’s not what I said!” she wined in a pathetic childish tone.
“Shall I check then; you don’t want Mandy to find you’re lying do you” he hands went to cover Angela’s clothes core making Angela unconsciously buck up hips upwards.
Amanda sighed in content, “fine, I’ll take pity on you. I’ll set the table.”
When Amanda’s warmth left Angela, she sighed in relief. She was in deep trouble this evening.
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Dinner was fine, the two sat in mutual silence. It was nice, it was comfortable.
Angela was just about to pick up the plates before she felt Amanda’s foot slide up her chair and graze her thigh.
Angela gazed up at Amanda in shock up Amanda was simply gazing down at her pasta, completely ignoring Angela’s pleading gaze.
Angela tried to ignore the pulse stretching through her core, but when Amanda’s foot gently pressed against her clothed clit, it was hard to forget the aching pain.
Angela gasped slightly, “you okay sweetheart” Amanda teased knowing exactly what her actions were doing to her girlfriend.
When Angela nodded Amanda looked back down at her food, her heel beginning to grind against Angela.
Angela bit her lip to muffle the moan that was daring to come out. It was humiliating sitting here while Amanda toyed with her pretending like she was innocent.
“Mandyyyy” Angela complained at Amanda grazed her clothes clit again. Heat had pooled in her core, and Amanda was not helping by making her increasingly wet.
“Oh, you’re so right, I’ll do the plates. You cooked” Angela’s beady eyes pleaded as Amanda pulled her foot away.
“You head upstairs and get something going on the tv, I’ll be up before you know it.”
Angela was completely dumfounded. How could Amanda be so cruel, teasing her and leaving her on edge.
But it wasn’t worth a debate, and so Angela complied jumping on the bed to set up an episode of dateline.
When Amanda finally came upstairs, she turned to Angela giving her a peck on the lips before situating herself behind her girlfriend pulling her into her lap.
Angela giggled slightly resting her head against Amandas chest. Amanda chuckled looking down at her.
“You’re adorable Ange, do you know that?” Angela didn’t respond her eyes poised on the tv; however, she could feel heat traveling up her neck.
Amanda pulled her hair slightly forcing Angela’s gaze up, “baby girl, I asked you a question.”
Angela, realising what Amanda wanted, looked back with pleading eyes.
Amanda smirked at the younger. “I’ll ask you again cuz I know it’s been a long day for you” Amanda said rubbing her hands over Angela’s cheeks, “do you know how adorable you are?”
Angela was practically the colour of their red curtains. Her face was completely heated, and her heartbeat had noticeably risen.
Amanda snaked her arms under Angela’s shoulder’s and picked up so Angela was now facing her, legs either side. Amanda continued to stroke Angela’s cheek, the younger leaning in the cover her flustered state.
“Come on good girl” Amanda urged.
Angela went to open her mouth but only air came out. She did this a few times before finally shutting her eyes and whispering, “I’m adorable.”
It was so quiet it’s almost as if she didn’t say it, but it was enough for Amanda to capture her lips in a heated kiss.
“Yeah, you are” she smirked into the kiss reassuring Angela.
Amanda ran her tongue under Angela’s bottom lip and when she complied allowing Amanda access a high pitched ‘ugh’ escaped her lips.
Amanda let her hands travel down to Angela’s shirt which still had the bottom buttons underdone till she reached her jeans.
Grabbing Angela’s ass making her lift up slightly Amanda rested her forehead on Angela’s.
“These jeans can’t be comfortable Buba? Wanna get out of them?”
Angela nodded giving Amanda permission to unbutton them and slowly peel them off.
Once fully removed Angela was left only in her boxers and top, and a very visible wet patch which had inconveniently given away Angela’s desperation.
Amanada didn’t comment and instead just smirked forcing Angela to rest her head on her breasts.
Running her fingernails up and down Angela’s legs she began tracing the seam of the boxers snapping the band against Angela’s ass causing her to burry her face in Amanda’s tits out of embarrassment.
Amanda let her finger travel under Angela’s thighs and along the clothed slit all the way up past her ass and her spine finally resting on Angela’s hair which was still in a messy ponytail. Amanda wordlessly and gently removed the hair tie shaking out Angela’s short hair while simultaneously running her hands through the curls.
Angela let out a contempt sigh, the vibrations running through Amanda’s breasts which were still being used as a pillow for her girlfriend.
“Ange?” Amanda said urging Angela to sit up.
She did, placing her hands on the hem of Amanda’s shirt. She knew if she began bitting her fingernails Amanda would condemn her, but equally she needed to keep her hands preoccupied.
Amanda continued to scratch Angela’s hair watching as her pupils dilated.
“I need to ask you something, and you need to promise to tell me the truth. Because you know I would never judge you; You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” Amanda’s encouraging words eased Angela’s tension.
“Okay Mandy” Angela answered gently nodding her head to communicate she understood.
Amanda looked down at where Angela’s hands had unconsciously started playing with her shirt and she smiled adoringly.
“Earlier, when Tommy said I could be a mommy”
Oh God.
“You went very red”
Angela simply nodded words not being able to form in her mind. It’s like she’d been short circuited.
“I don’t think you were ever actually unwell” Angela shook her head in agreement realising where this was going.
“Did the idea of me being a mommy make you feel funny”
The question had no underlying teasing to it, but it still made Angela squirm slightly. She tried to hide burying her head back in Amanda’s chest, but Amanda wasn’t having it. She cupped Angela’s cheek forcing her to maintain eye contact.
“I’m sorry Amanda” Angela said tearing up slightly.
Amanda for a moment raised her eyebrows in shock.
“Baby you have nothing to apologise for. I’m not judging, I think it’s adorable”
Angela whined slightly at the humiliation of it all.
“It did” to mumbled looking anywhere but Amanda’s gaze.
“It tingled” Amanda echoed.
“In your brain or between your thighs” Amanda pointed her finger between Angela’s legs. The action was so condescending, as if Angela didn’t know what she meant. She did of course but that didn’t help the building arousal.
“both” she whispered in embarrassment.
Amanda pulled her in for another kiss whispering, “I thought so.”
The idea that Amanda too had been thinking about it sent a shiver down Angela’s spine.
Angela’s eyes trailed down to Amanda’s low-cut top not wanting to look Amanda in the eyes. But this didn’t help as Amanda’s tits only made Angela feel more and more turned on.
There was a brief pause, the tv humming quietly in the background.
“Buba” Angela looked up.
“You’re staring at my tits” Angela threw her head back in humiliation, but Amanda seemed completely unphased.
Instead, she simply threw her top off watching as Angela’s gaze was made wider. With out needing to ask Amanda beckoned Angela’s head towards her chest urging the younger to do whatever she pleased.
Angela paused for a moment worry filling her, but when Amanda simply said, “go on Buba” Angela waisted no time in enveloping her mouth around Amanda’s bare chest.
A moan slipped out of her mouth sending vibration through Amanada causing the older woman to sigh gently.
Angela sucked and kissed the left one pulling slightly before moving to the right one to continue the teasing actions.
“Look at me baby”
Amanada commanded.
Angela looked up slightly embarrassed at first, but when Amanda whipped a bit of drool of her chin Angela realised she wanted this just as much as she did.
And so, Angela continued this time maintaining eye contact.
“Fuck baby you feel so good” Amanda moaned exhaling gently.
“Sucking mommy’s tits like a good girl” the praise went straight to Angela’s cunt only making her actions more intentional and desperate.
She kissed and sucked leaving purple and red hickies all across her girlfriends chest.
Amanda looked down, it was a sight to see. Angela wide eyes looking up, hair dishevelled and drool slightly falling of her mouth.
Without even realising Angela had started grinding her cunt against Amanda’s thigh. Amanda decided to not point it out enjoying how Angela (in her dumb little head space) was purely chasing the pleasure.
“You look so pathetic baby, humping mommy’s thigh” the degradation did something to Angela she didn’t expect.
“You can’t help it can you”
Angela nodded releasing herself for Amanda’s breast.
“Just wanna feel good” she said slowing her hips down due to being caught.
Amanda hummed forcing her finger into Angela’s mouth making Angela pinch her eyebrows slightly.
“Mommy will make you feel good.”
Amanda then began to buck her thigh into Angela causing Angela to lean her head forward in pleasure.
“That feel good baby?” that fucking condescending tone.
“Feel good” Angela echoed unaware that her sentence technically didn’t grammatically make sense.
“I know I know” Amanda cooed. She began to unbutton Angela’s vest finally revealing Angela’s black bra.
“So pretty baby” Amanda said more aggressively shoving her knee up causing Angela so gasp. Her hands cupped the bra before gently walking her nails around to unclasp it.
When her breasts were finally released Amanda wasted no time in pinching and twisted them.
“Ah!” Angela moaned out.
“Sorry baby, forgot you were so sensitive.” Amanda noticed the way Angela’s chest had become red with heat.
“You close Buba?” Angela nodded, pathetically humping trying to get more friction.
But before she could release Amanda pushed her off her thigh and onto the floor.
Angela now knelt down looked with the big beady eyes.
“crawl” Amanda simply said.
“Crawl to the end of the bed, then get on the bed and crawl to lie down”
Angela stared back fear framing her face. She was utterly humiliated.
But before she could begin to crawl to the end of the bed Amanda pulled her hair stopping her from moving.
“What do we say” Amanda asked raising an eyebrow enjoying how much Angela depended on her right now.
“Yes Mandy”
Amanda stood up to face Angela before leaning down to Angela’s knelt position.
“That’s not my name” she whispered nipping Angela’s ear in the process.
She resumed her standing position making her Angela crane her head to look at her,
“Yes mo-“ her words were cut off by her own embarrassment.
“Yes mommy” she finally said heat coursing through her.
Amanda petted her head in response, “good girl” before slightly kicking Angela’s ass forcing her on her hands and subsequently urging her to crawl.
Amanda watched the young girl crawl to the end of the bed and clamber on before gently relaxing into the sheets. She revelled in the fact that she could ask Angela to do anything and she would.
“So obedient” Amanda hummed.
Angela watched her as Amanda disappeared into their closet and coming back with ropes and handcuffs.
Angela’s eyes widened, “excited are we” Amanda giggled before attaching Angela’s hands to the headboard.
Angela hadn’t noticed initially but Amanda was also carrying with her a blindfold which she gently placed over Angela’s eyes.
“Don’t want to spoil the surprise now do we”
With one of Angela’s main senses deprived from her, all others started to increased causing her to shifted and squirm slightly hands still pinned to the headboard.
“Uh uh baby. Be still while mommy helps you out of these” Amanda said snapped the waist band against Angela’s hip.
She slowly peeled them down Angela’s legs before throwing them away, leaving Angela completely bare and exposed.
Angela couldn’t see anything and so when Amanda went to spread her legs to tie them to either side of the bed post it came as a shock.
Angela wined as Amanda ran her hands up her thighs before slowly peeling Angela’s lips open exposing her dripping mess.
“Aw poor baby” at this Angela wined bucking her hips.
“No use Buba, you’re all tied up and at my mercy. I can use you however I like” she explained running a finger up Angela’s slit.
Before Angela could really enjoy the feeling of Amanda’s hands on her though they were quickly removed. But not before being replaced with low vibrations.
Angela moaned loudly squirming as the vibrations directly abused her swollen clit, she’d already been so worked up from Amanda’s teasing and edging.
“Feels good baby?”
“So good mommy” Angela slurred from her own pleasure.
The blind fold made all other senses feel like they were on fire and also helped with the element of surprise. And so, when Amanda clamped Angela’s tits down with nipple clamps a loud yelp arose from her.
Amanda merely chuckled and the girls sensitivity before pulling the chain that connected them making Angela’s back arch slowly which only further pushing her core into the vibrator, which Amanda conveniently turned up.
“Plea- I oh! good… more I-“ Angela tried to beg throwing her head side to side.
“Aww baby, you’re not even making sense. You feeling all fuzzy?”
“Fuzzy…” Angela trailed off her mind completely blank.
Before Angela could completely enjoy the climax though the vibrator was being pulled away and her blind fold removed.
“mommyyyy” she complained wanting to feel that realise.
“No baby. I want to make you cum” At this she began creating an 8 shape around Angela’s clit.
“So good” she moaning. Her favourite way to finish has always been by Amanda’s fingers.
Amanda continued the teasing motions before finally running her hand to tease Angela’s entrance.
“Can you beg for me baby”
All shame that Angela had was now gone and so out of desperation Angela yelled out.
“Please please mommy”
“Again.” Such a simple command but it made Angela clench around nothing.
“Please mommy” Angela said in a breathy tone.
“Hmm good girl” Amanda smirked before finally inserting two fingers.
“Ah!” Angela said trying to close her thighs only to be restricted by the ropes.
Amanda pumped in and out creating a curling technique she knew Angela loved.
“omgg” Angela breathed mouth hanging open eyes closed shut.
Amanda’s spare hand pulled the chain again causing blood to flow back into Angela’s tits.
She began clenching hard around Amanda’s fingers and when Amanda finally found Angela’s g-spot Angela completely lost sense of reality.
“Can you be a good girl and hold it for 10 seconds my sweet girl” Amanda said knowing Angela was close by the way she tightened around her fingers.
And nodded and Amanda began to slowly count down from ten.
Each number she strokes harder against Angela’s g-sport making the younger cry out.
When she finally reached one Angela gasped realising the tension she’d being holding in since this afternoon. Amanda slowly continued to bump in an out watching Angela’s face contort and allowing her to ride out the orgasm.
“My my baby, that must’ve felt good” Amanda teased as she slowly retreated her hand.
Angela simply lay there trying to catch her breathe as Amanda untied the ropes.
When Amanda took off the clamps Angela wined at the pain.
“I know baby” Amanda said bringing her head down to lick her girlfriends tits in hopes of easing the uncomfortableness.
Once everything was packed away and the two had cleaned up Amanda cozied into bed pulling Angela in her arms.
Angela made lazy shapes on Amanda’s hip before Amanda asked stroking her girlfriends hair.
“Was that okay Buba?”
Angela giggled softly as Amanda’s softness and care.
“It was more than okay, it was amazing.”