Femme Celebrity Imagines featuring masc! presenting/tomboy readers (will more than likely be described as black but you can def imagine any race yk, im just black + i have a hard time finding myself in imagines so yea)
includes celebs such as: aria...
prompt: Person A is a University student and meets Person B at a gathering and end up having a one night stand. The next morning when A attend their class, they see B there too, however, B isn't a student, but the new professor for the class. What happens next is up to you.
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(featuring yara shahidi and zayn)
warning: a bit smutty
[third person]
sunday night
y/n didn't know how she'd managed it. somehow, that too pretty stranger - the one that required a ten minute pep talk from yara and zayn - was in her bed, underneath her, moaning and gasping at her every touch. and, truly, it was a sight to behold.
it was amazing to her, how she had gone from unable to speak and keep eye contact with the woman to being knuckle deep inside of her. she was as perfect as she looked. y/n could still taste her on her lips; she could confidently say, she had never tasted anything more satisfying than this woman. she tasted better than she looked, and she put goddesses to shame. as if eating her out hadn't been heavenly enough, being inside of her was indescribable. you couldn't pay y/n to withdraw her fingers ever again.
then, as if reading her mind, she clenched around her fingers, eliciting something between a whimper and a moan from y/n's lips. she, in turn, curled her fingers just so, stroking her g-spot. she scratched down her back, let out a low, deep moan, making y/n even more wet and weak in the knees. she quickened her thrusts but maintained her gentleness. the woman bite her collarbone hard enough to make her cry out before smoothing it over with her tongue and kissing and suckling the space. she was holding her so close, y/n was certain that it was only a matter of time before they molded into one being. y/n could marry this woman.
"fuck," y/n breathed when she nibbled this time, "tell me your name."
the laugh she let out was short lived. y/n thumbed her clit at the same stroking her g-spot, forcing her to moan out a little louder this time. she fluttered around her fingers then clenched once more, wanting to pull y/n in as deep as deep could get. y/n whimpered this time, buried her face in her neck this time, softly kissing the skin there. she begin to put her hips into her thrusts. one hand flew up to her head, resting her hand on her undercut, nails lightly raking over the shaved portion of her head; it drove y/n crazy. the other hand, gripping her butt cheek, pulling her impossibly closer.
"baby," y/n whined, licking her neck, "i wanna know your name."
she could actually laugh this time, "why so obsessed with my name, love?"
she seductively pressed a kiss to the space where her collarbone and neck met before dragged her tongue up to her jawline before orally making love to it.
y/n whimpered once more, "i wanna know you."
"i think you know me well enough."
y/n attached her lips to her partner's, kissing her slow and deep as she fucked her the same way. it was her turn to whimper, now. she tightened her grip on y/n's head, as she took control of the kiss. she didn't usually take to younger women, but y/n was something special. which was why, she couldn't tell her what her name was. she didn't want to risk it being something more than this. while she had her, though, she would sure as shit cherish it. then, y/n broke the kiss, much to her dismay and looked her in the eyes.
