#lashana

Lashana Lynchx Fem!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Smut! NSFW! Phone Sex! Maybe a little angst?

Anyways this is part two! I could definitely do a third part but I’m thinking of maybe starting another mini series. Just lmk!!

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Previously: 

Aiming your attention back to the television, your eyes scanned for the gorgeous dark skinned woman who happens to be your fiancé. 

You noticed the quickness of how her eyebrows shoot up, announcing something that had surprised her. 

Slyly, Lashana peers at something that held her attention on the table…

You sadly were not able to see your fiancé's reaction due to the camera panning out to other members of the audience.

But you knew you had her attention.

This is easily the most excited you’ve been all week. Lashana had been busy getting “Oscar” ready this previous week, which also means you have been bored all week. Of course, she kept you tame with the late-night phone calls, and the sweet but simple “I’m thinking about you my love”

You were an introvert to say the least. a homebody. Which was interesting to say the least, especially considering who you were with. You thrived being in your own space, especially the space the two of you shared together. With the countless indoor plants you two have accumulated over the years, you basically lived in a jungle. The big bright open windows that let in enough light that there was never a dark corner in your house. You were used to her going on work trips, but it never hurt any less.

You got back up, enough of that. Pouring yourself yet another glass of wine you made your way back to your room, not forgetting your phone on the couch.

Standing in front of your mirror arching that curve in your back, you snap another photo. You set your glass down on the nightstand and threw yourself down on the bed. Getting the photo ready to be sent, the dooming read under the last photo you sent.

You captioned your new photo with “If you’re not going to help me, I’ll do it myself.”

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Sent.

You licked your lips in anticipation, feeling your arousal grow between your thighs. You had always been such a good girl, Lashana was always making sure you knew “What a good girl you are for me Y/N” she would coo.

 Pressing your thighs together tighter, you began to ponder on what Lashana would do if she caught you like this. On the bed, slightly intoxicated and in your best lingerie. Your thighs pressed tightly together for any sort of friction. Your current state reminds you of why you are here in the first place.

 All week you had been left alone, and since your fiancé had been so busy that meant you had been almost been entirely left alone.  It seemed whenever you had needed her most – in a situation a lot like this one- she just did not have the time. There was always something that needed to be done. You knew that this was a work trip, and not just any work trip but the Oscars.

 But you do not care.

 With the wine in your blood stream, making you a lot more confident than you usually are. You decide to be selfish. Afterall, you have needs to, right? Needs that are very much not being-

 (Bzzzzzz)

 (Bzzzzzz)

 Your phone vibrating snapped you out of your head, you smirked again.

 Ever so slowly you picked up your phone Lashana’s picture displayed as your phone rang, your lower body was pulsing with anticipation. You decided to let it ring a few times before answering it and putting it to your ear.

 “Love?” you asked when it was quiet.

 You heard some heavy breathing on the other end, and in the distance, you could hear toilets flushing and water faucets turning on. She is in the bathroom you thought, oh you’re in trouble.

 “What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing Y/N?” Lashana asked you. Enunciating every syllable.  Before you could even answer she spoke again

 “Because I know you had better not be playing with that pretty pussy, my pretty pussy” She just about growled into the phone.

 Just like that, your panties were soaked. The pressure from you pressing your thighs together wasn’t enough anymore. You took a quick look around your room to find anything that wouldn’t alert your lover of what you were doing.

 Bingo.

 Grabbing a pillow from the bed you shared, you straddled it almost hissing at the contact your clothed clit so desperately desired.

 “And if I was?” You started; your voice slyly asks. “What if I told you I’m humping this pretty little pussy on your pillow? Hmmmm?” Snapping yet another photo to send to your beloved.

 You heard her suck in a quick breath, and possibly something in the back of her throat but the background was bustling around too much.

 “Let me hear you baby, Fuck make the neighbors hear you” Lashana breathed into the phone.

You quietly whimpered into the phone as you made began to move your hips at an ungodly slow speed.

 “Louder.” Your fiancé demands. “ I want the fucking Queen herself to hear that mess you’ll be making on my pillow”

 Speeding up your rhythm of your hips you moan loudly, feeling the spot right below your abdominal area begin to tense up.

 “That’s it my dirty girl, keep going.” Lashana’s voice had a husky film over it, signifying her lust as well.

 Becoming a moaning mess, you speed your rhythm up even more. Your clothed swollen clit aching for your release.

 “Come for me, (Y/N)” You were practically screaming her name into the phone when you came, those words sending you into complete ecstasy. Felling the warmth pool in your stomach, you flop back onto the bed.  You could hear the breaths coming from your fiancé on the other line, she must have come too, you thought.

 Deciding to break the silence, you began “That was-“but Lashana cut you off.

 “I’m catching the next Red-Eye to London. Do Not even think about touching yourself until I arrive” You heard the beep, beep, beep signaling that she had hung up.

... He's like... Kinda hot...?

he issssssssss and he’s a man that sqq deserves

Lashana Lynch x Fem! Reader

I’m usually the reader, so being a writer is a first for me. Let me know what y’all think!! I’ll take anything ☺️

This is the beginning, so let me know if you want to see more!

Pairings: LASHANA LYNCH X FEM! READER

Warnings ⚠️: dressing in lingerie?? Other than that it’s almost too pure!

Summary: After missing your fiancé you want to show her exactly just how bad you’ve been missing her

Word count: 1K

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“MS. LYNCH!” *Flash*

“OVER HERE LASHANA” the clicking sounds of at least 50 cameras could be heard in the distance, along with the blinding flashes of light and the yells of paparazzi trying to get just THE photo.

The picture:

Lashana Lynch walking the red carpet for the upcoming movie premier.

The gems on her dress made it look as if the whole thing shone with diamonds, a deep V to accentuate her chest while the fabric itself clung to every curve of her body. The floor length gown flared at the knees, with a cheeky slit starting from her thigh down.

The dress wasn’t the only thing to shine, her skin glistened, free from any imperfections.

Elegantly she strode down the red carpet, her head held high.

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You poured yourself another glass of wine. Listening to the announcers talk about who was wearing who to the Oscars, you made your way back to your nest on the couch. Your eyes not leaving the television once.

Arriving back to your spot wine glass in hand you finally see her. Your fiancé.

Only seeing her for a second, But she shone so brightly you couldn’t miss her.

Smiling faintly you absentmindedly ran your finger around the rim of your glass reminiscing the day she had proposed to you.

It was a lowkey event, the two of you had traveled to the Maldives together for a relaxing vacation after the filming and interviews had been done with The Woman King. After an amazing day that had just about come to an end, there she had knelt. A ring shining in her palm, before she could even say anything you had burst into a fit of tears flinging your arms around her neck. The two of you had sat there for a while, because when you looked up she had been crying too.

“From the very moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you forever. I knew I wanted to be by your side no matter what came our way. You have shown me love, and loyalty like no other. You are my best friend, and the love of my life. Would you do the honors of being my wife?”

Lashana had asked after you both had settled down. As she talked she spoke every word while looking directly at you. Her eyes never left yours.

Incoherently saying the words “Yes” over and over again she slipped the ring onto your finger. Happy you decided to get your nails done before the trip, you looked down at your ring finger smiling until your cheeks hurt.

Flinging your arms around her neck once again for the night, but this time you envelop into a kiss-

“LASHANA LYNCH” Kevin Heart yelled, announcing the best actress and presenting the winning Oscar nominee.

The camera panned out to find your fiancé in the audience among all the other celebrities.

She smiled brightly, shoulders back she walked up to the stage to accept her Oscar. Keeping it together she delivered a thoughtful speech before return to her seat.

You I’m the other hand were not keeping it together, screaming and crying in nothing but love for the actress.

Celebrating, you strode back into the kitchen to fetch yourself another glass of wine. Your mind racing on how you and your fiancé could celebrate the victory together.

You both shared a home in London, where you were now. Lashana had flown out to Hollywood a week prior to the awards ceremony, it had been a dreadful week.

But now your fiancé was coming home, trophy in hand. Oh how excited you were to see her.

You checked your phone and the ceremony was almost over, but you couldn’t wait half an hour. You needed her now.

Slightly stumbling in your tipsy state of mind you make your way back to the bedroom the two of you shared. Bad idea, she was everywhere. Her clothes filled the closet, her glass for water at night sat there at the nightstand, and her house slippers neatly tucked under the bed almost made you begin to tear up. Oh how you missed her.

Shaking your head, clearing your thoughts, you focused on what was important. Making your way to the dresser you opened the top drawer to an array of lingerie. Sifting through your vast assortment, you nimbly pick out the perfect set.

“Perfect” you thought.

Hurrying to the bathroom, you get yourself ready in a flash. Leaving everything where it is as you were done with it, a complete mess if you will.

Looking down at the mess you made, you thought to yourself “I’ll get to that later, I have more important matters to attend to.”

You carefully put on your beautifully made lingerie set, hooking everything and making sure all the straps were perfectly in place. If there’s one thing your fiancé admired most, it was elegance.

You fished around again in the drawer this time looking for some simple transparent black stockings, and then quickly found the perfect pair of heels to go along with it. Giving yourself a quick spin in the mirror to check nothing was out of place, you ran back to the living room to see that they were indeed still going through the nominees and announcing the winner out of the categories.

“Excellent.” You sneakily thought.

Finding your tripod you set your phone up and hastily kneel on the couch, press your palms down between your knees and make a lustfull look st the camera. You didn’t want to be too crude. Yet. The flash went off signaling your picture had been taken.

Jumping off the couch you grab your phone to see the photo.

Sent

You look at the small delivered under the picture, your heart racing.

Aiming your attention back to the television, your eyes scanned for the gorgeous dark skinned woman who happens to be your fiancé.

You noticed the quickness of how her eyebrows shoot up, announcing something that had surprised her.