Too Tired to Say My Name? (NSFW)
Jan Stevens x fem!reader
A/N: Nothing to see here, just a self indulgent fluffy/smutty Jan Stevens fic.
A phaser is an electronic sound processor (like a flanger but sounds different, and I just like the word phaser more). As always: fuck you Billy
tw: smut (fingering, scissoring)
“The phaser,” Jane sighed as she got in bed to lie down next to you.
How adorable she looked in that pink silk night dress with its matching bunny ears bonnet, perfectly contrasting with the black eyeshadow that was always packed around her eyes.
“What about the phaser, mh?” You asked, stretching your arm out so she could snuggle up and rest her head on your chest.
“It’s simply too loud. The whole integrity of the performance is shaken by it.” She sighed again. One loud, overdramatic sigh that could only mean one thing.
“I know, my darling. You’ve told Gemma about it already but you’ve seen how she reacts any time someone suggests a change in her art.” You looked down in time to catch Jan Stevens pouting and had to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from chuckling.
“She’s a bit self-absorbed, isn’t she? Shall I remind her that I’m the one funding all of her little experiments? I would appreciate it if she would at least listen to what I have to suggest.” The crease between your lover’s eyebrows deepened as she recalled her last conversation with the woman leading your collective.
“I know, doll, I know. I’ve tried suggesting it to her again, saying perhaps we could lower it down just a tad and see what it would sound like. She accused me of being a traitor and threw a bunch of vegetables at me.”
“Maybe you should consider slapping her.” Jan Stevens offered. “A quick slap always does the trick. It might shock her out of her entrenched arrogance.” She added with a small shrug as if she hadn’t just suggested you should hit your boss.
“You don’t know how angry she gets. I’d rather not start a fight…” Now it was your turn to sigh, you didn’t like saying no to Jan Stevens.
“Well, if you really can’t get her to get rid of the phaser, could you at least try lowering it during the next performance?” The blonde looked up, batting her eyelashes at you.
She could be exhausting sometimes, nagging and pestering until you gave up. And you always did.
“Will you do that for me, poppet?” Jan Stevens asked again, her big blue eyes filled with expectancy.
Would you do that for her? Betray your boss’ trust only to make Jan Stevens happy?
Jan saw your hesitation and she didn’t like it, not one bit. Her hand snaked under the bedsheets and you could only guess what she was doing when she slightly wiggled her hips and let out the faintest of moans.
“Don’t you da-“ Your threat was interrupted by her index and middle finger being pushed between your lips as they had been pushed inside her a few seconds before.
You closed your eyes and sucked on her digits, moaning when her intoxicating taste settled on your tongue.
You would do it, you thought, anything for Jan Stevens.
Your lover knew she’d won this one, flashing you a wide grin when she pulled her fingers out of your mouth with an audible pop.
“Good girl.” She purred and nuzzled her face in your neck, peppering your skin with kisses that you knew would leave smears of crimson lipstick which would be nearly impossible to wash off in the morning.
“This isn’t just about the phaser, right?” You asked, pulling away from the tall woman. “You’re not just using me to get rid of it?”
“You know it’s not just about that, it isn’t even about that at all.” Jan reassured you.
“So you would still allow me in your bed if we kept the phaser?” That wasn’t what you really wanted to ask. You wanted to know if this was only a fling, if she would kick you out once she would have had her fun with you.
“Of course. Even two phasers.” Jan's lips spread in a soft smile and her hand reached to gently squeeze yours. “Even when the residency is over, you will still be allowed in my bed. If that is something you would want.”
“Yes! God, yes, I would absolutely want that.” The words came out without you even thinking about them, your cheeks turning bright pink at the prospect that you had been too eager.
It warmed Jan Stevens’ heart to know that you were so keen to share her bed, and perhaps even more. She had felt awfully guilty at first, she didn’t want to be one of those people using their position to seduce someone. Little did she know you had been head over heels for her since the very first day.
“You are my solace, keeping me from the chaos of the world.” Jan Stevens whispered. It wasn’t quite an I love you, but it was close enough.
You had long seen the real Jan Stevens, the one she hid so well behind her eccentric facade. Jan was soft, incredibly so. She was scared about those incessant threatening phone calls, knowing one day or another these people would put their words into action. And she feared she wasn’t good enough, for anyone, that she would have to spend the rest of her life feeling lonely in her bedroom. Until you came into her life.
Your breath hitched in your chest when the woman’s hand wandered under the duvet and down your body, caressing each and every of your curves until it reached your inner thigh. Your legs spread almost instantly, eliciting a soft chuckle from your lover.
“Always so eager.” She purred, her lips against your ear.
And it was true. You were eager for her. For her fingers, her tongue, and lips. For her naked breasts pressed against yours.
Jan Stevens hooked her thumb in the band of your underwear and pushed it down your thighs, letting you maneuver it off your legs completely while she reached under your tank top to fondle your breasts.
You closed the distance between the two of you with an open-mouthed kiss, which Jan eagerly returned by pressing her tongue against yours.
Always so eager could apply to you too, my sweet Jan Stevens.
Her feathery-light touch was electrifying as she traced down your stomach only to stop right on your pubis. She nipped at your bottom lip, her fingers teasing the curls at the apex of your legs before they eventually moved lower, spreading your lips and drawing a lazy circle on your clit.
You pulled away to break the kiss, gasping at the touch before burying your face in your lover’s neck. “Darling, please…”
“Please, what?” Jan’s tone was heavy with desire, dripping with lust.
“I want you, I need you inside of me…” You looked up at her, your face flushed and lips slightly parted.
Jan Stevens let out a soft hum, her mouth watering when she dipped her fingers lower only to find you soaked already. Her middle and ring fingers slid into you like a hot knife through butter.
A wanton moan escaped you as you took in the feeling. It always amazed you, how long her fingers were and how deep she was able to reach inside you.
You hastily grabbed her face to pull her into another kiss, your movements turning sloppy as Jan’s fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace.
“A night with you is worth every single orgy I have ever partaken in.” Jan Stevens whispered when she broke the kiss, feeling your cunt clenching around her fingers at her admission.
“Keep going, please!” You whined, your mind filling with fog when she curled her fingers inside you and resumed moving harder and faster, making sure to hit your sweet spot with every thrust.
“Be a good girl and come for me.” Jan purred and sucked on your earlobe. And as if your body had been waiting for her permission, you were immediately thrown over the edge, clinging onto your lover as waves of pleasure surged through you.
Once you had loosened your hold on her, Jan Stevens carefully pulled her digits out of you and pushed them into your mouth so you would lick them clean.
She waited until you had come down from your high to pull you in another sloppy kiss.
“You taste heavenly tonight, sweetling.” She whispered, quickly moving to straddle you.
Your eyes widened when she gently pushed your thighs apart and positioned herself between them. You opened your mouth to speak but Jan’s naked core began firmly grinding against yours, pulling moans from both your and your lover’s throat. You arched your back as much as you could, your hips giving small thrusts to meet each of Jan’s movements.
The older woman quickened the pace, placing one hand on the headboard to support herself while the other one tightly held onto your thigh.
“Harder, please-“ You sounded desperate, both of your hands grabbing hold of your lover’s hips in an attempt to bring her closer.
Jan’s movements sped up again, this time more frantic and messier. Her moans mingled with yours as yet another orgasm crept up on you.
“Jan!” You gasped, nails digging into the woman’s hips as you reached your peak once more.
Jan Stevens followed right after, tossing her head back as she whimpered in pleasure.
She collapsed forward onto your chest and you lay together to catch your breath. How you loved feeling her weight on top of you.
“Well, darling,” Jan’s voice came out as gruff, “were you too tired to say my name?”
“You are insufferable, Jan Stevens.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Is that why you keep coming back for more, poppet?” She asked looking up at you, her fingertips drawing patterns on your arm.
“Absolutely.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lover’s forehead.
That, and because I love you.
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