(16) Doja Cat Smut

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Characters; Amala Dlamini [Doja Cat], Female Reader [Y/N]
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[Y/N] watched Amala prance around the stage gyrating her hips and swinging her body around under the pseudonym Doja Cat for years. She's her biggest fan to put it lightly, [y/n] made sure she knew it every time they were left alone together in hotel rooms, cars, their shared apartment. Anywhere. [Y/N] sang Amala her praises whether they were being intimate, or just enjoying eachothers company. Whatever they were doing, [y/n] made sure Amala knew she was loved.

"God, you're beautiful," [y/n] sighed. Amala had her head in her lap, eyes closed, just enjoying [y/n]'s long, graceful fingers untangling her hair piece by piece and massaging her scalp as she went along. Amala opened her eyes with a wide smile spreading across her lips. [Y/N] had always loved to see her smile.

Amala sat up and spun around to sit on her knees. Instead of responding to [y/n]'s comment, Amala pulled her into a kiss. She brushed her hands through [y/n]'s hair and moved to straddle her waist. [Y/N] cupped Amalas face with one hand and guided her hips with the other. Amala planted herself on [y/n]'s lap, grinding and swirling her hips in a similar fashion as she did when she was performing on stage.

Amala deepened the kiss rather quickly, with her busy schedule Amala and [y/n] felt like they never had time like this together. [Y/N] wasted no time untying Amalas shorts and pushing them down along with the frilly lace thong that [y/n] would normally stop to admire.

Amala pulled away from her with a seductive smile and lifted her top to reveal a lack of a bra and perky breasts. Those were something [y/n] would always stop to admire. She cupped them lightly and ran her thumbs over her already hardened nipples.

"Absolutely gorgeous, Am." She purred nearly whispering. Amala planted herself on [y/n]'s thighs, grabbing the hem of her shirt. [Y/N] allowed Amala to pull her shirt up and over her head leaving her own chest bare with exception to the goosebumps that grew.

They reconnected with another kiss. Amala ground her hips into [y/n]'s thighs, causing small moans and groans to interrupt their kiss. [Y/N] flipped Amala so her back was now on the couch and [y/n] hovered over her. She shimmied her pants down and kneeled on the couch in front on Amala.

[Y/N] pushed Amalas thighs apart and began to massage her inner thighs, not yet touching her core. She wanted to admire Amala's body and the pleading look that she always got when she took too long.

[Y/N] began slowly, pressing her thumb firmly on her clit before rubbing teasing circles. [Y/N] licked her lips and pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, biting gently. Amala twitched her hips, all but begging her to move faster. [Y/N] understood what Amala was saying and picked up her speed. In addition, her other hand slipped between Amalas lips, collecting spit to use as lube for two fingers.

She slipped her fingers from Amalas mouth to her entrance and pushed slowly in earning a gasp and moan from Amala. It made her smile and want to hear more. She lowered her head down and replaced her thumb with her tongue. [Y/N] continued her motions as Amala moaned and gasped and twirled her hips in pure bliss.

"God damn, [y/n], it feels so good." She moaned, approaching her peak quicker than she would have liked. [Y/N] took her unoccupied hand and reached down to her own core. Hearing, touching, and tasting Amala had egged her on and made her core slick. She traced circles on her own clit and swiveled her hips for more friction. She didn't want to make herself cum, she just needed some sort of relief from the feeling building in the pit of her stomach.

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