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She’s The Devil: Love Quinn (WLW)

REQ: I was wondering if I could request makeup smut with Love Quinn in which her and reader get into an argument maybe which ensues some fluff and smut as well. Have a good day!

Pairing: Dom!Love x Switch! AFAB! Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, unprotected wlw sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, possessive Love Quinn, tell me if I missed any!

"There's no way that I would ever think of being with anyone else, Love. She was coming onto me, I didn't flirt back, I didn't even enter a five-foot radius of her!" You pleaded to your wife, who was standing against the wall of your living room with fire in her eyes. Today one of your neighbours stopped by your work to flirt with you the same time Love came to drop off your lunch. She waited all day to express her anger after dropping your food on your desk and walking away.

"She touched you, though. It didn't look like you tried to move her away!" Love replied. She had that look on her face between rage and tears. You would never cheat, ever. You would never do anything to hurt Love and it pained you to see her here like this, thinking you would.

"I told you before, Love, I wouldn't betray you like that. She dropped by, I questioned it too. Me talking to her was me being polite. She came into MY work, not me into hers, she found me, I didn't seek her out."

Love took a deep breath. "You could have sent her away, you were working, after all. I would think maybe at your age, you'd know flirting when you see it and you would shut it down because you and I are married!" She countered angrily, a snarl in her lip. "Seriously, you want me to believe that you weren't thinking about fucking her while she stood there toying with her top button? You expect me to think that you just let her stand there in her short skirt because you were being polite?"

"Love, I-"

"No! Tell me, were you thinking about fucking her? Were you thinking about her fucking you?" She advanced on you, finger pointed accusingly.

"NO!" You shouted back. "Never in all my time being with you have I ever thought about anyone else that way! I wasn't thinking about fucking her, I would never think about fucking some random neighbourhood skank who doesn't understand boundaries. It's you, it's always been you, and will continue to be you until I take my last fucking breath!" There was a moment of silence and burning eye contact between you and your wife before simultaneously you crashed into each other in a mess of hands and lips.

Nobody else but Love would ever get to do this. Nobody could yell at you so harshly and kiss you so perfectly after. She yelled out of love and she kissed out of lust and the mixture of ice and fire was enough to make you melt in her grasp.

She pulled your shirt over your head with ease, due to much practice. She was still jealous, it hadn’t just gone away. Love needed to prove to herself and to you, that you were hers and not the neighbours‘. Her hand cupped your breast through your bra as her kisses trailed your jaw. You sighed a pleasure-filled sigh and threw your head back as she massaged and kissed you.

She took off her own shirt and with that, pulled you down onto the carpet in the center of the living room which was in perfect sight to the neighbours. The neighbour.

Her legs tangled with yours as she lay on her side, kissing you. She rolled you onto your back and climbed over you again, pulling your lower lip with her teeth gently. It was intoxicating. Love was extremely drunk on the idea of the skank neighbour looking out her window to see Love kissing down your chest, taking your bra off and kissing your bare tits. Love wanted that skank neighbour to see who you really belonged to. Who you moaned for. Who you married.

Love undid the button of your skirt and you shimmied it down your legs until it was off. You were wet, so wet, and Love knew it. ”You… are… mine,“ Love said with possession in her voice. You were practically squirming under her touch.

“Mhm,” you agreed. Love looked at you with fire in her eyes, eyelashes fluttering.

“Say yes,” Love ordered you. She needed to hear it. You were more than glad to say it.

You swallowed, “Yes-“ You’d hardly said it and Love already had her tongue on your clit. The chef, the baker, was tasting you and the best part was, she loved it. “Fuck! Love-“

Love knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy. Her tongue was quick and clever and the woman was small, but her power was great. You were almost screaming her name at this point, your back arching like a cat. Love wanted the neighbours to hear. She wanted to get that message out that you were for her and her ONLY.

And she stopped right before your climax. You almost screamed. “Who do you belong to?“ she ordered her reassurance.

“You,“ you mumbled, out of breath. “Fuck me,” you begged. “Please.”

You were naked on the living room floor. You were soaked and writhing and recovering from the letdown you were just given. Your chest heaved. “Fuck me, Love.”

She smiled a little. It was evil and devious. She kissed you again, hungrily. You undid her pants, she removed them. She rid herself of all her clothing she had on and wished that the neighbours watched her fuck you senseless. Your fingers ran over her soft skin while she kissed you, lips only parting as she lifted her leg over yours, finding herself sideways over you.

The moment you connected, you let out a small sound. Love bit her lip, grinning mischievously at all of this. How she had you under her, writhing. Then she began to move slowly, rocking her hips at the same time you did.

This was not a new connection she created, but every time felt better than before. Love learned quickly the first time you’d had sex that you liked when she had the power. You liked it when she fucked you.

Her vagina was perfect, too. The way she ground against you with the perfect friction, the perfect feeling. You wanted to grab onto something but the carpet was too tightly knit. Love rocked, Love moaned and Love squeezed your thigh as she kept herself braced.

The way her waist moved while she pushed against your core was so perfect, so rhythmic. The roll of her middle, like snake-like, but more like an angel. Devil in disguise, she was. Screaming, yelling, one moment and having you screaming and yelling her name as she practically fucked you mindless.

You’d tuned the sound out due to the pure chase of a climactic high, but you came back to reality shortly as you realized you were close. Love was breathing heavily, letting out small ‘mmm’s and you, you were loud. “Fuuuuuck, god please!” You exclaimed, nearing your peak. Love sped up her grinding and squeezing and a white hot sweat hit you. She moaned, feeling it too.

“I am… the only one… who makes you feel… like this,” Love breathed over you. You let out a loud gasp as her thumb found your clit, dually pushing herself against you and rubbing circles over it.

“Love!” You exclaimed, partly choked out through the sounds of your absolute pleasure. You’d give her more if you could reach her. You’d give her anything in this moment. You’d sign your soul over to her if she asked, though the marriage contract was mostly that. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered. You were about to come undone.

Love, gorgeous as she was, threw her head back and as she removed her hand from your clit, she let her rocking movements become larger, longer, slower, and it was nearly torture, but the way she lined up with you was perfect and now she hit every spot. “If you look… at her that way… ever… again. I will kill you.” She said, biting her lip. You could tell she was close, she only but her lip at this point.

You moved your own hips against hers, watching the way she moved, still chasing your own high. “Never,” you whispered. “I will never.”

“Louder,” Love demanded. “I want to hear… you. I want everyone… to hear you.” She breathed out hard and moaned loudly. “Let everyone know… you’re mine to… use. To fuck.”

The words were nearly enough to finish you off. A few more thrusts against your simultaneously moving hips, and everything exploded. “Fuck! Love, I-“ you moaned probably the loudest you’d ever had, as you’d always been cautious of the neighbours. You fell right over the edge of your orgasm and the screams just loudened. Her name, your sounds, and the background noise of heavy breathing.

Love came a few seconds later, digging her nails into your thigh. The friction of your cores together slowed and lessened. You lay on your back, chest heaving and Love climbed off of you, back to between your legs. “No, please,” you said, but you didn’t mean it as her tongue pressed into you, licking up the wet that had filled you moments ago. It was almost a tease the way she kitten-licked. You hummed a moan until she came up and wiped her mouth.

Here you were, sweaty, naked, and wet on your back in the centre of the living room carpet. “Could she do that?” Love asked, gesturing toward the other house.

Still far gone, you shook your head. “Not in a million years.” You said shakily. Love smirked and leaned over you to kiss you. You could taste yourself. She really was the devil. Such anger into such lust was truly sinful but you loved every second of it.

There was a knock on the door. You snapped out of your trance. Love stood up, naked but currently pulling her big sweater over her head. You two shared a look, you still breathlessly on the floor as she walked toward the door. You stood up and walked yourself to the bathroom where you turned on the water for a shower whilst your wife who just fucked you, so casually answered the door.

It only took a minute. You just got into the shower and washed up and Love opened the door to the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” You asked as she entered the already foggy bathroom.

“Yes,” she answered. There was the sound of fabric hitting the tiled floor and the shower curtain opened to reveal Love in her purest form once again. She stepped right into the shower, smirking as her arms snaked around your bare waist. You kissed her, the taste of yourself still there, but this kiss was as warm as the shower water. Love smiled again, “It was the police, who received a noise complaint.” Her smile was evil. Evil but in the best way.

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