Could the Queenie x female reader be where they go on a chic coffee date, and the the reader is absolutely smitten with Queenie, she finds it charming and they go to her flat that night and end up having sex?
Alright! This would’ve turned into a long ass fic, so forgive me for shortening it. I love time lapses….Also! Thank you, no one ever requests girl on girl and I’m like ‘someone give me it!!!!!!’
Imagine: Being smitten with Queenie.
She was bright, like everything beautiful in this world was. Her smile alone made you feel completely giddy and besotted with her. It was almost like a dream whenever she was around, because truthfully you had never felt anything quite like this before. Queenie was a breath of fresh air for you, and whenever her eyes glanced in your general direction your heart fluttered into a fit of longing. So, was it any surprise when she asked you to coffee that you could hardly respond? If it wasn’t for her natural talents to read people’s minds, you were sure she’d of just taken your silence as a no.
“So what’ll ya have, honey?”
You glanced up at the blonde, fumbling over your words as you tried to order. She just giggled sweetly, ordering your favorite for you and taking a seat across the table. There was on thought nagging you, but how to bring it up was the tricky part.
“Oh, of course it’s a date, honey.”
Your eyes widened, and you stared at Queenie in utter shock. “W-What?”
Queenie removed her pink scarf, folding it neatly and laying it on the table as she smiled warmly towards you. “Don’t worry, all people think what you was thinking when they first see me.”
She waved her hand at you, letting it rest gently over your own. “I liked you at the beginning too…” She bit her bottom lip, her cheeky smile making your heart beat faster. She was beyond beautiful in your eyes, in fact as she said, when most people see her it’s no surprise of the instant attraction.
“Hm? Oh!” She thanked the waitress for her coffee, and took a quick sip before answering your thought. “Yes, of course I liked you. You’re not like the others, honey.”
Your eyes met hers, and you felt that all too familiar blush spread across your cheeks once more. “Queenie…I-”
She giggled as she dragged you along the sidewalk, pulling you happily towards her apartment that she shared with her sister.
“Are you sure Tina-”
“Oh, she’s at work, honey! Besides, we can’t have men over, so it ain’t a problem!”
A smile stretched onto your lips, and you went along with it, because seeing her so calm and happy was contagious enough.
Queenie opened her front door, holding her arms out proudly as she gave you a short tour of her apartment. It wasn’t much at all, it was rather quaint yet you could definitely see the appeal.
“Well, whatcha think?”
Queenie smiled, taking your hand and asking you to sit as she began to prepare a snack for you two. She laid a perfect pastry before you, setting two forks down as she eagerly awaited your response to her cooking.
You watched her with a smile, still a bit in shock of this whirlwind of a day. You never once expected to gain her attention, let alone her affections and yet…here you sat. She took a small bite of the pastry, powdered sugar sticking to the corner of her mouth. You chuckled a bit, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sugar.
“Here.” Your thumb brushed over her perfect pout, the white sugar sliding across and making for a tempting sight. It occurred to you then, how forward you were being, and you looked up at her face meeting her curious gaze.
You swallowed deep in your throat, debating your next move until Queenie smiled.
“You can kiss me if you want, honey.”
You laughed, still unsure if her abilities were a curse for you at the moment or a blessing. But, you slowly leaned forward, never leaving her gaze as your lips pressed firmly against each other. Queenie sighed into the kiss, her gorgeous eyes fluttering closed as she responded eagerly to your touch. It was unlike any kiss you had before, there was something more in it. Something completely powerful and perfect that it made you gasp.
Queenie’s lips slid against yours, her playful tongue tracing your bottom lip. You answered her request happily, parting your lips and allowing your tongues to glide across one another in the heat of passion.
“Come with me.”
Queenie reluctantly pulled away, standing up and holding her hand out. You grasped it, following closely behind as she tugged you into her bedroom. You noticed the small bed on the other side of the room, blushing when you realized it was her sister’s.
“Don’t worry, honey. She gets home late.”
Queenie locked the door anyway, turning around with a smile on her pretty lips as she pulled her coat off.
“Your thoughts are going pretty crazy, huh, honey?”
She giggled softly, walking over to you and sitting down on the bed. She patted the spot next to her, and you obliged.
“Please don’t read my mind right now…”
You blushed, not missing the tiny grin she had on her face.
“Sorry…people’s thoughts are always the strongest in these moments.”
Your blush only intensified, but she rubbed your thigh in a comforting manner. But, the sensation of her touch made you ache, and all of this excitement and surprise just made everything seem so unreal and wonderful.
You inched closer to her, running your fingers through her curls as you kissed her softly.
Queenie sighed into the pillow, her long legs spread open as she tangled her manicured nails into your hair. Every now and then she tugged gently, gasping out your name as you licked around her wet center. She tasted heavenly in your opinion, even better than the finest of pastries she could make.
“Queenie…” You moaned out her name, your fingers working at your own clit as your tongue circled around hers. She was rolling her hips down into your mouth, trying to gain more friction against her swollen need, which you eagerly offered.
You lapped at her, grinding yourself down into your hand as the pleasure began to build. Queenie arched up, delighted at the attention you were giving her.
This wasn’t quite the first time you laid with a woman, but you weren’t exactly seasoned in it either. But, judging by the pretty woman’s gasps you ventured a guess that you were doing okay.
“Oh don’t you worry, honey…you’re doing wonderful.”
A blush crept across your cheeks, and you released her clit from your lips as you smiled up at her.
“Don’t read my mind.”
Hope you liked…lol it was fun to write!