Me watching y'all tear into Nicki like vultures over a diss track that mainly attacks her for her body count and her “fake ass” then later posting about body positivity and how sexual liberation is a good thing
A/N: This is the most poorly written piece of smut ever omg. I’m so sorry. But this song, does things to my body, and should do things to other peoples bodies. Let’s be real here. Words: ~1.3k
I know you got all
dressed up for the club, waitin’ on n** to pick you up, baby ooh, when I saw
you walkin’ out the door, I just knew you needed somethin’ more.
A short black dress caught the eye of Kommissar. A familiar
head of brown hair heading through the exit of the club. Finishing her beer the
German set the bottle onto the bar and walked after the brunette. The blonde
stepped out onto the pavement and looked around, not spotting the small
American anywhere. There were only a few days until Worlds, but most of the
groups had come early to explore Copenhagen.
A vibration in her tight black skinny jeans cause her eyes
to fall, fingers sliding out her phone with ease.
[Maus]: I saw you following. Room 218.
Kommissar popped an eyebrow, dark red lips twitching upwards.
Sliding the phone back into her pocket, she threw on her jacket, throwing a leg
over her motorcycle. Pushing the helmet over her head, she turned the key in
the ignition and sped off to the hotel.
Her hair was slightly messy, but the German didn’t really
care at this point. Beca and her had been flirting on and off ever since the
riff-off back in Louisiana. They had exchanged numbers, and at least for her,
it wasn’t a problem keeping things secret. The tall blonde stood in front of
the room labelled 218, and knocked
softly, the door creaking open at her touch.
There was some slow music playing in the background and she
walked through the door, shutting it behind her. So far there was no sign of
the small Bella, but Kommissar knew better than to let her guard down. The room
was dim; she could only make out a leather chair by the king size bed, and a
few scattered belongings. The scent of perfume hung in the air, along with the
faint smell of alcohol. Walking towards the bed she set her helmet on the
dresser, suddenly feeling fingers dancing up her sides.
A smile stretched across Kommissar’s face as she turned
around to be faced with the small woman. “Mmm, what is this, maus?” her voice
was rough as she looked the brunette up and down. Her hair fell onto her
shoulders in waves of brown, her green eyes were lined with black, her lips had
the softest pink color on them. All she wore was a lacy black bra, with some
matching underwear, fishnet stockings, and heels.
Beca’s eyes nearly reached her own, and she felt herself
swallow hard. “Something wrong?” she asked innocently, as the German backed up
a little, the back of her legs hitting the dresser. “Nien…” she managed to
choke out as Beca dragged her over to the leather chair by the bed. The blonde
let out a huff of air as brunette seemed to easily push her back into the
chair. She was going to lose her cool; this was something that she definitely hadn’t
prepared for and seeing the American woman dressed… or rather undressed like this was driving her wild
The Bella grabbed the belt loops of the German’s skinny
jeans, pulling them down her long, fair skinned legs. Kommissar held her
breath, unsure of how to react quite yet; she was really trying to keep herself
calm, and in control. The music in the background continued; the soft beat, the
slow rhythm; the way Beca moved made the German want to squirm where she sat.
Baby, I just wanna get
you out them clothes, I just wanna see you dance in… slow motion; we can take,
we can take, we can take our time, baby, in slow motion.
The smaller girl swung herself over the blonde’s lap, a
devilish smile across her face. “I thought that even though we’re competing
against each other… that I could- still wish you good luck,” the brunette said
in between kissing Kommissar’s neck, nipping and sucking, only leaving light
marks. The blonde growled softly, her hands trailing up the brunette’s soft
legs. That’s when Beca started dancing; her hips ground upwards against the
German’s core, a moan escaping her dark red lips.
A hum of satisfaction left the younger woman’s throat and
she grabbed the jacket that Kommissar still wore. “Do you like that?” she
whispered in her ear, continuing to grind up and down against the woman beneath
her. The hot breath tickled, and Kommissar had to swallow hard before she
decided to wrap her arms underneath Beca, and lifted both of them from the
chair. “You will see just how much I like it…” her voice was husky, filled with
The blonde set the girl on the bed before discarding her jacket,
and pulling off her tank top. Beca lay on the bed, watching, a smile crossing
her face while she bit her lip playfully. Kommissar returned the smile, but her
eyes were hungry. Climbing on top of the brunette she started by peppering
light kisses over her jaw, her neck, her collarbones, the Bella wriggling
beneath her. Her blue eyes flicked upwards only momentarily to catch the green
ones looking down at her.
Baby, why don’t you
make yourself comfortable; while I go and put this tongue on you.
A hard bite to the Bella’s collarbone made her yelp, but the
long, soothing lick afterwards made her moan. Kommissar ran her hand over the
brunette’s core, her hips jerking off the bed. The blonde made her way down
Beca’s torso, along her abdomen, and up her thighs; alternating between
nibbles, licks and harder bites that would leave dark marks. “Ugh, Kom-“ Beca
started, but she was cut off. “Luisa, call me Luisa,” the German spoke, her voice
So tell me when you’re
ready, I’ma speed up for ya, just for a second, for a second, just for a
second; then I’ma slow it down and keep it steady.
Luisa tugged down Beca’s black underwear, noticing already
how wet they were. “Luisa, please,”
the Bella begged, lifting her head off the bed to watch the German. The blonde
hovered right over the brunette’s clit, looking up at Beca with a grin. She was
taken by surprise when Beca lifted her hips from the bed, pushing herself right
into the blonde’s mouth. Luisa wasted no time, feeling a jolt in her own body
at the contact.
Wrapping her lips around the brunette’s center she licked slowly,
swirling her tongue around one way before circling it in the other direction.
Long arms reached up to fondle the Bella’s breasts as her tongue worked. Beca
could only moan loudly and grind her hips upwards. She broke the contact with
her mouth and heard the Bella gasp, but it wasn’t long before Luisa gave a long
lick from the bottom of her slit up to her clit and went back to work, speeding
up a little. The smaller girl’s thighs twitched beside her head, and Luisa
thought it was time. She brought one of her hands down, and slid two fingers
easily into the smaller woman.
Adjusting the pace of her fingers, she was pumping them in
and out of the girl at the same speed as the song that was playing. Curling
them against the brunette’s sweetest spot. The German could feel her walls
starting to close down, and she increased her speed, as well as going a little
deeper into the woman. “L-luisa!” she screamed, ecstasy washing over the Bella’s
body, her limbs tightening and twitching as she rode her high.
As soon as she was done, the blonde released her hold and
got up from the bed. Gathering her belongings and sliding her shirt and pants
on, throwing her jacket over her shoulder. Beca was still gathering her breath,
but propped herself on her elbows, lust filling her own eyes. Luisa looked over
her shoulder as she picked up her helmet. “You will be the one needing the
luck, my feisty maus,” she said as
she left the room with a grin.