#lou langston x fem reader smut

[bouncybongfairy]

That's My Thing

Lou Langston x Drunk!Fem Reader

Summary: You get jealous that Lou let Daisy light her Cig. Which leads the two of you to have make-up sex on her apartment.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @redactedbutch

TW: Drunk Sex, Fingering, Nipple Play

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Lou’s pick up, tipsy and frustrated. She was sitting on a bar stool and you were standing between her legs. Back pressed against the bar, arms wrapped around her neck. You were giggling and flirting into her ear, she was getting increasingly touchy. When you turned around you were practically sitting in her lap while taking a shot; she ran her hands up and down your hips and sides. Squeezing the soft fat on your hips in her rough fingers.

Everything was going great until you came back from the bathroom and saw Daisy lighting Lou’s cigarette. That was your thing, whenever she needed a smoke Lou would put it in her mouth and wait for you. No matter how long you took or what you were doing, she always expected you to stop and give her a light. Even though it was such a little act of servitude, it meant a lot to you. Watching her eyebrows furrow, her face become illuminated by the glow of the fire.

Always taking a nice deep drag, muttering out a line of appreciation like ‘thanks baby’ or ‘what a good girl’ while exhaling smoke. Maybe it was just because you were drunkenly over thinking but it infuriated you that Daisy took any opportunity you had to please Lou. To serve her in the most basic ways because that’s exactly what she deserves for working so hard. Lou knew she was the one who’d drive home so she didn’t drink too much.

Knowing this, you drank enough for both of them. She wrapped her arm around your waist and helped you up the stairs and into the apartment. She knew there was something off, normally you were all over her when you’re drunk. Usually hiccupping and giggling while pulling at her belt. Lou sat on the couch kicking her shoes off just to watch you bend over and pick them up. She whistled which normally sent you into a fit of laughter; you didn’t even notice which concerned her.

She got up and pulled you onto her lap, your knees on the outside of her thighs. You melt onto her, resting your cheek on her shoulder. Closing your eyes and taking deep inhales of her scent, nearly forgetting that you were so jealous and sexually frustrated. You played and tugged on her carabiner that was hanging off the left side of her belt loop while she spoke.

“What’s wrong baby,” she asked while running her hand up and down your back.

“Why did you let Daisy light your cigarette?’ you mumble into the skin of her neck.

“That’s what this is about, you didn’t like that huh?” she asked while comforting you.

“No, that what -hiccup- I’m the one who lights your cigarettes,” you practically whine.

“Yeah? Why?” Lou knew why but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Because I like taking care of you and doing like… everything you need. I love you so much and I don’t want anyone else to do anything that pleases or -hiccup- satisfies your need,” you said.

“Aww I see, you just wanna eat up all my attention like you can’t get enough of it, hmmm?” Lou said, getting the half smoked Newport from behind her ear and putting it between her lips, “i’m waiting,” she said, smacking the bare skin on your ass which made you jump.

You reached down and grabbed the lighter from the coffee table. Lou wanted to bend you over right there and rail you with her fingers but knew she’d get more satisfaction out of teasing until you were a drippy, achy mess. She was overwhelmed with emotion while you brought the flame to her lips. Fog completely wrapped around her brain, all she could think about was you. She loved that you were so obsessed with her, always hanging off her arm.

Loving her so deep that she could feel it within her chest and bones. Normally Lou took on the caretaker role as the masc in the relationship but it was opposite in this case. You constantly wanted to take care of Lou, brushing her hair after the shower. Cutting her nails, making sure she had lunch packed and made for work. Never letting her come home to a dirty apartment and rubbing her back to sleep almost every night. All Lou wanted to do was please you, touching and groping you gave her so much satisfaction and release.

She’d never been treated like a princess before and you being so nurturing made her so deeply infatuated with you. No matter how rough and sadistically she was fucking into your sex you always remained so gentle. Like you were thanking her for pushing your body beyond its limits, bruising her cervix while whispering vile things into her ear. After talking things out, you were back to your bubbly self, nipping at Lou’s ear, eventually taking your shirt off which got her attention.

“Hold this for me and don’t let it ash on the couch, hear me?” She said, handing you the cig and focusing her attention on your chest.

She used her thumbs to flick over your hard and swollen nipples for a while. Your hips jerked while you moaned and whimpered into her ear. Body already so reactive to her hands, you gasped and cried out while she pinched and rolled your nipples between her fingers. Your state of inebriation made the sounds that came from you unfiltered. Throwing the stupid cig onto the ashtray. She moved one of her hands down and up into your skirt.

At first she was massaging your swollen clit with her finger but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Grabbing her wrist with both hands and grinding against your hand. Rubbing your wet folds against her fingers, occasionally slipping two in just to feel you squeeze your walls around the digits. Lou purposely keeping your legs apart, spreading your wetness all over your greedy sex. Your legs were beginning to shake, and your thrusts were becoming sporadic and wild.

She took one of your nipples into her mouth and began flicking her tongue; knowing it would send you over the edge. She almost came in her pants while watching you squirt onto her jeans. Biting onto her neck while riding out your orgasm. You collapsed onto her lap, still straddling her but letting your head rest on her shoulder. Panting and wiping the sweat off your face using Lou’s shirt. So worn out that you didn’t even notice that Lou was chuckling to herself, standing the two of you up from the couch.

“Awe, you think we're done babe? Holy shit you are adorable,” she said, grabbing your ass and spreading you while carrying you to the bedroom.