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experiment - ariana grande smut

“You wanna know what I wanted to do most in college? Experiment. I mean, I could now, but I don’t know, the label college experimenting makes it sound, I don’t know, cooler. And if I did experiment with one of my famous friends, the media would somehow know. They always know.” Here I was with Ariana, having a sleepover. She’d come over at 9PM in only her t-shirt and underwear and we’d been talking for hours. Now it was 2AM and somehow, we’d landed on this. I can’t exactly remember how, but I wasn’t minding. We were close enough to talk about this– it was just girl talk. 

“If it makes you feel better, I haven’t really thought on the subject. I’ve never really done anything with another girl, so we’re both inexperienced losers. I really want to, though. I think girls know what to do with girls more than guys do.” With that statement, I flash her a reassuring smile, my shoulders lifting and dropping in a casual shrug. I wasn’t lying, I really wasn’t. I’d always wanted to try girls out, but I hadn’t had the chance yet. I was just too awkward to make a move. At my words, her ears perk up, as if they’ve sparked something in her, and I’m not sure what.

“Let’s experiment together, babe!”  She squeals, and I open my mouth to say something, but she’s already moving in, her lips having attached to mine in a matter of seconds. At first, I’m frozen, stuck in a confused state. But soon, I don’t think about it, just let myself melt into her lips as her hand finds the back of my neck, fingers gently tangling into my messy hair.

She pulls away when she’s out of breath, her eyes opening to look at me with a questioning stare; as if she’s asking if I’m okay with it. “I don’t really– I don’t know what to do.” I mumble shyly, cheeks tinted red as I inhale a breath. My hands are still at my side, not knowing where to go. “I can take the lead.” She whispers in reply, her free hand finding mine and guiding it to rest over her chest, and my thumb accidentally brushed over her nipple, causing it to harden under my touch. I gasped in surprise, and she simply smiled, removing her hand from mine. 

Our lips are reattaching, and we’re just kissing for a while, but all of a sudden her teeth sink into my bottom lip gently. The soft pain gives me pleasure, and I can’t help the small moan escaping my mouth. My hand, still resting on her chest, slides down her side with hesitance, and stops at her hips, giving it a soft squeeze. Soon, Ariana is rolling on top of me, her lips trailing down my neck as her hips began to slowly circle, grinding into mine. It leaves a tingling feeling between my legs, small moans and whimpers escaping my mouth every now and then. Truth be told, I’d only had sex a couple other times, and so all the sensations were still pretty new to me. Our  movements were slow and slightly awkward, my hands sliding under her huge t-shirt and sliding up against her smooth skin, feeling goosebumps form under my fingertips. They found her nipple, and without thinking, I flicked my thumb over the nub, proudly hearing the gasp that escaped her lips. I wasn’t sure what she did and didn’t like, so I was practically winging it and trying to remember all the times I’d touched myself so I could do what I did to myself on her. 

I had began rolling her nipple between my thumb and index, my hips lifting every now and then to meet hers as she grinded against me through my shorts. Things were starting to pick up as my free hand slowly began to pull her shirt up her little body, my other one switching to give her other nipple the much needed attention. I relished in her little purrs of appreciation, her head lifting off my chest only momentarily as I finally pulled her t-shirt off and she returned the favor, leaving her bare chested and me in my bra and pajama shorts. Ariana sat up, her legs straddling either side of me as her hand found the back of my neck like it had earlier, lifting my head up. I understood what she was trying to do and quickly found my lips attaching to one of her nipples, my tongue poking out and rolling over the nub, wetting it, while the other was kneaded softly with my hand. Her back arched, pushing her perky little tits into my mouth as her hands sloppily unclasped my bra and it was soon tossed to the floor next to our tops. 

“I want– I want you to feel me. Feel how wet I am.” She moans out, and I oblige, a hand trailing down her stomach and dipping into her panties, brushing past her clit and rubbing her gently. I could feel her hips grinding against my hand, and I wanted to please her, so I pulled my lips away from her nipple, looking at her with her eyes closed. “Can I– you know.” I’m too shy to ask, but she knows what I want, and she nods her head, climbing off me just to lay beside me as her fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and peeled them off, leaving her completely naked. I crawled down to the end of the bed, my knees hitting the floor as hands shakily found her legs, pushing them apart to reveal her glistening little pussy, neatly trimmed and just waiting for me. Slowly, I leaned forward, inhaling her scent as a small moan escaped. I couldn’t wait any longer, so my head plunged between her legs, my tongue poking out and running across her slit. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet my eager tongue, and I just hoped I was doing this correctly. I continued to deliver little kitten licks to her pretty little pussy, and after mustering up enough courage, my fingers came into the mix, a single digit delving into her hole. My moan vibrated her pussy as I felt it clamp around that one finger, pumping it in and out of her like my life depended on it. I went as deep as I could with each thrust, and soon added another finger once I got the hang of it. My tongue had found her clit, swirling around it to increase her pleasure. Her hips were bucking wildly against my mouth as her hands tangled into my hair, moans beginning to get louder and louder. It was a good thing I lived alone, really. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna–” Ariana couldn’t even finish her sentence before she came, her juices gushing out of her. I eagerly licked it all up, my fingers never stopping as she rode out her high. Once I was sure her orgasm was over, I removed my fingers, keeping eye contact with the girl as I dipped my fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. Ariana sat up, her fingers still tangled into my hair as she yanked me forward into a kiss, this time frantic and sloppy. We were no longer slow with our movements as she hastily pulled my shorts and underwear down my legs, having me climb onto the bed before she hooked one leg under mine and began to grind against my pussy, a moan escaping my mouth every time our clits bumped into each other. 

“You gave me the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had, I’m gonna have to return the favor.” Her tone was seductive as her hips continuously crashed into mine, and for a moment, I wondered how she knew what she was doing, but the thought quickly flew past, my mind succumbing to the pleasure I was being given. Her mouth had practically devoured mine, our tongues moving against each other as wetness dripped down our legs. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt a bubbling in my stomach, the lack of experience I had in bed making it easier for me to come quicker. I couldn’t even warn her before my own orgasm ripped through me, causing my whole body to tense and shudder. Ariana continued to grind her pussy into me the entire time, our juices mixing and our tongues never leaving each other as her second orgasm soon followed mine. Once we had gotten over our highs, we both pulled apart, collapsing on my bed as our legs tangled and her head found its way onto my chest. “That was…” I breathed out. I couldn’t find the words to describe how it felt. Her hand had found its way between my legs and I could just feel a round two coming up soon. 

“You can officially check experimentation of your college checklist.” She mumbled against my chest, a kiss being pressed to it. 

A/N: Hi, my very first smut on this blog, whoo! It was a little lengthy, but hopefully you all liked it as this is one of many smuts. If you’d like a part two, feel free to request it, or request anything else you’d like! I hope this blog takes off, and that all you babes out there can find some pleasure in reading this. Have a lovely day, x!

Hufflepuff Struggles

You instantly get a look of ’…ew, really?’

People think you’re not being serious.

You’re suddenly less kick-ass in the eyes of your Slytherin friends.


You get linked to this video. Every. Damn. Time.


Everyone expects you to find their shit.

You also hear “What the HELL is a Hufflepuff” more often than you care to count.


You have to list off any noteworthy Hufflepuffs in order to make your house sound cooler.


No matter what you say, your friends will still think Hufflepuff sucks.


You’re always trying to explain how Hufflepuff has the best qualities of every house.


People think you’re in the “leftovers” house.


When you tell people that Hufflepuff has an adorable name in French (Poufsouffle), people think it’s even more terrible.


You have to constantly remind people that honey badgers don’t give a crap.


Yellow and black don’t go with ANYTHING.

Whenever you DO where yellow and black people just think you’re a sports fan from Pittsburgh.


Every true Hufflepuff you know tries to say that they’re really a Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw hybrid. No, HuffleClaw is NOT a thing. Nor is a Gryffinpuff, or a Slytherpuff.


When your Slytherin friends have kids they say things like “Man, I really hope my boys aren’t Hufflepuffs”

But in the end, you know that you and your fellow Hufflepuffs will always be unrecognized BAMFs.

Nico frowned at the newspaper that had somehow mysteriously appeared on top of his toast that morning. This was dumb. This was ridiculous. This was unacceptable. No, Nico wasn’t part of this, he wouldn’t just accept this blatant act of silliness. He crumpled the paper into a ball and hurled it against a nearby wall.

A nearby wall that happened to be Jason Grace, hair still wet from a shower and dawning ridiculous lighting bolt print boxers and a white t-shirt, one hand occupied with a bowl of cereal and the other catching the newspaper without missing a beat. Stupid superhero reflexes. 

“What’s up, buttercup?”

Nico intensified his glare, “You didn’t just say that.”

“Nah,” Jason moved a chair back with his leg and sat down across Nico, “I totally did. I was considering ‘good morning, sunshine,” but felt as though that’d be too forced.“

"It would have been. That doesn’t make the alternate any better.”

“I’ll try harder tomorrow then.” Jason grinned, and Nico fought back an upward twitch in the general area of his mouth. Stupid morning person Jason and his damn contagious smiles. Nico was convinced his actual super power was aggressive chipperness. “What’s this?”

“Don’t read that.” Nico snatched for the paper, but Jason had already flattened it out and was scanning the headlines. Nico really hated Jason’s smiles, especially when they turned into the mock-mocking cocky, lopsided grin he was wearing now.

“About time,” Jason laughed, “She gets all of us, eventually. I told you-”

And told YOU, Jason Grace. I don't do nicknames-”

“Secret identities! Different, besides, it’s not that bad. Zoe’s not cruel, she wants to please her readers.”

“Seriously?” Nico scoffed, “It sound so…so…14 year old goth angsty fanfiction handle.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. It makes you sound edgy, mysterious…”

“Trying too hard and stupid, you mean?” Nico grabbed the paper again and glared at it. He was sort of wishing for Leo’s pyrokinesis right now. “Wraith. How dumb. It makes me sound like a Nazgul! Ugh.”

“Nerd.” Jason grinned again, “Nico di Angelo, aka Wraith. Nah, definitely sounds cool. Especially when you’re on the same team as "Tinkerer” and “Captain Neptune”.“

"Anything is cooler than Tinkerer, Jason. Besides, it’s more of a villains name, it makes me think of-” Nico’s face fell as he thought of his father, another reminder he couldn’t escape his family name. Jason noticed.

“Hey, hey. It’s nothing like that. Don’t worry about it, it’s just-”

“Me, now, isn’t it? That’s what Reyna said. We don't get to decide." 

"Nico-”

“Whatever.” Nico waved his hand, pushing his toast towards Jason. He wasn’t that hungry any more. He threw the newspaper in the trash. “I already said, I don't do nicknames.”