🎀 // WARNINGS : 5th member reader, g!p karina, cursing, praise, unnie kink, not proofread
🎀 // WORD COUNT : 799 words
hi guys…it’s been 5 months since i wrote smth please bare with me..
you were suddenly woken up from your peaceful dream by your leader, karina. it was still dark outside, your led lights being the only way you could see who was sitting in between your legs.
you were sprawled out on your soft bed, your comforter pulled all the way back to reveal your body. your baby pink panties discarded and your white v-line shirt that hugged your waist and your soft tits was hiked up.
“unnie?” you groggily asked, sleep still in your eyes as you tried to get up only to be pushed back down on the bed.
that’s when you finally looked down, karina was painfully hard, her precum oozing out of her cock as she guided it up and down your slit, smearing it all over and making you shiver. you tried to move your hips up to slip her cock into you but she put her freehand on your tummy, shaking her head no. you whined in protest and still tried to move your hips, desperate from some sort of friction.
“what did unnie say? don’t move.” her raspy voice was barely above a whisper as she pressed down harder on your tummy, making you immediately halt all attempts to move.
you whined out, “unnie please~” but she quickly put a finger to your lip, shutting you up.
“shh you don’t wanna wake up the girls, do you?” she said in a condescending tone, an arrogant smirk on her face as she watched how your sleepy eyes grow wide as you shook your head no vigorously.
“then be quiet and be patient.” karina says as she slowly pushed her cock into you, filling you up with ease. you let out a small squeak, your jaw slack, leaving your mouth open as you silently moan. it was overwhelming—her cock stretching you out deliciously as she filled you up.
“that’s a good girl—shit,” karina grunted as she began to rock her hips back in forth, creating a slow rhythm as she watched you bite down on your lips to try and keep quiet.
she smirked as she lifted one leg on her shoulder, making you shudder as you eyes rolled back. “pretty girl..you’re doing so good..trying to keep quiet like i told you,” karina muttered as her hips snapped into yours, picking to the pace. your hands gripped her forearms painfully tight as small whiny moans left your lips.
karina hissed as your nails left crescent moon shapes into her forearms. she lifted your other leg to her shoulder, forcing you into a mating press as thrusted harder. your eyes squeezed shut as your moans raised in octaves, the bed frame banging against the wall but neither of you seemed to care.
“unnie, let me cum please,” you whined out, doe eyes glossed over as you squeezed around her dick, trying not to cum without her permission.
“you wanna cum, baby?” she asked and which you nodded quickly. she doesn’t give you another reply but rather, she quickens her pace, heavy balls slapping against your ass. she clamps her hand down on your mouth as you began to moan louder than before. she uses her other hand to squeeze your nose shut, cutting off you oxygen as you looked up at her with tears streaming down your face.
karina grunted as she pounded into you, the sloppy sounds of your pussy filling the room. “gonna fill you up and you’ll take every drop, yeah? gonna keep it inside for the rest of the night.” karina moaned, she hit your g-spot deliberately. your juices are leaking all over your sheets and you couldn’t find yourself to care, too lost in the feeling of being filled up.
your eyes cross and you began to see black dots in your vision, your fucked out brain can’t tell if it’s due to the lack of air or her dick pounding into you with no remorse.
with a low grunt, 4 thick spurts of cum fills your cunt as you came undone around her cock at the same time, your toes clenching down hard as you squeeze her cock tightly. she finally removes her hands from your mouth and nose, allowing you to breathe properly. you took a sharp breath in, panting as you began to calm down.
“you did so good for me pretty.” karina coo’s as she pecked your lips, but she could tell you weren’t all the way there as you blankly stared at your ceiling with half lidded eyes, panting softly.
unbeknownst to them, minjeong had opened the door a while ago, a surprised look on her face as she watched it all happen. but she quickly closed the door, quietly scampering back into her bedroom wondering why seeing karina fucking your brains out made her so wet.
ᝰ.ᐟ she said you were just gonna smoke. you said you didn’t wear the dress for her. you were both lying.
ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. nerd g!p!karina x kinda mean fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟgenre. smut (18+) there’s some plot tho 🙂↕️ ᝰ.ᐟwarning(s). cursing, drinking, smoking, karina’s had a crush on reader since forever, dom!karina, she’s kinda mean && rough, pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl), cunnilingus, reader’s kinda bratty, creampie, karina’s lowk a munch
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aeri’s place is packed. that’s no surprise.
she throws the kind of parties that people talk about for weeks. too many people, loud music, low lights, and expensive drinks that she didn’t even pay for. there’s a suspicious cloud of smoke leaving the balcony.
you walk inside with ning close to your side, nails dug into your forearm. she’s already tipsy (somehow), and you can tell by the way she’s smiling at everyone.
“we gotta drink. you’ve been so focused on midterms all week.” she says immediately, yanking you to the kitchen.
“i had practice.” you say in an uninterested tone.
“whatever. you’re not allowed to be boring tonight.” she’s already dragging you to the kitchen.
“try this.” ning hands you a red cup and you take it without question, giving her a lazy glance. you take one sip before taking another, downing it in one go. the liquor burns as it slides down your throat.
“what’s this?” you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and tilt your head.
she shrugged. “jake made it.”
you raise an eyebrow. “jake’s here?”
she smiled. “in the living room. he already challenged aeri to a shot contest.”
“and?” you hum, slightly interested.
“she’s winning. by a lot.”
“obviously.”
you smirk a little, both of you leaning into eachother in that way that says you’ve been through a lot together.
but still, the party is loud. bodies are packed shoulder to shoulder and the bass is shaking your entire body.
you scan the room, looking for someone else to talk to. or someone else that has tried to speak to you in class before.
and then you see her.
jimin.
she’s standing by the wall, awkwardly between the bookshelf and a dying houseplant. she’s holding a cup like it might blow up if she squeezes it too hard.
she’s dressed like she didn’t mean to come. she’s not talking to anyone.
you tilt your head, gaze lingering.
“you’re staring.” ning sings in your ear.
“i’m not.”
“you are. that’s the girl from your lit class, right? the one who got the higher midterm grade?”
“don’t remind me.” you roll your eyes. but you’re still looking.
“didn’t think anyone could outscore you.” ning laughs.
you’re still watching her. her eyes flick around the room like she’s trying to find an excuse to leave. you wonder how she even got here. you wonder who even invited her.
suddenly, jimin looks over at you. and instead of looking away, she holds it.
you hold her gaze, curious. waiting. testing.
then she looks down, cheeks turning pink.
cute.
you let the smallest smirk curve your lips.
you should leave her alone. she didn’t even mean to come.
but there’s something about the way that she looked away, like she wasn’t supposed to get caught staring. it makes it too easy. too tempting.
so you hand ning your empty cup, smoothing out your outfit and start moving across the room.
your steps are slow. people glance over, pretending not to look again when they realize who you are.
jimin doesn’t notice you at first. she’s prentending to scroll through her phone.
she’s prettier up close. you knew that.
you stop a step too close. close enough to make her stiffen then glance up.
her eyes widen slightly.
“didn’t think i would see you here.” you said.
“oh. um. yeah. i didn’t think i’d— i mean, i wasn’t going to come.”
“i can tell.” you tilt your head, letting your eyes drag over her outfit.
she flushed, looking down at her drink.
you almost laugh.
“you’re karina, right?” you ask like you don’t already know.
“i— yeah. i didn’t think you knew my name.” she looks up surprisingly.
“i know a lot of things.”
there’s silence and she’s clearly unsure if you’re flirting or making fun of her.
“i liked your essay. the one about obsession and restraint. that was you, right?”
“yeah. that was for the—“
“yeah. i know what class. you’re smart.” you say, licking your bottom lip.
she doesn’t answer right away. she just stares as if she could scare you off.
or maybe she’s afraid that you would stay.
you lean in more. your voice is low as if you were bored.
“you don’t really fit in here.”
she looks towards the crowd then back at you.
“i guess not.”
“this isn’t really your scene, huh?”
“i… don’t usually come to stuff like this.”
“let me guess. you came because someone dragged you out of your room? told you to loosen up?”
jimin just stares like that was exactly what happened.
“you’re predictable.”
“you barely know me.” she frowns just a little.
“don’t i?” you raise an eyebrow.
she opens her mouth before closing it. “you think you do.”
that makes you smile. you feel something in your stomach when she said it with just the tiniest bit of bite.
“i know enough.”
she stares at you.
“is this really what you wear when you want attention, though? because, baby… it’s not working.”
her breath catches and you can see her fingers twitch around her cup.
you smile again. the kind that says you know she’s flustered.
“cute doesn’t get you far at parties like this.”
“then why are you talking to me?” she looks up, startled.
“because i wanted to.” you say it easily like this is just a game for you.
maybe it is. that’s what jimin can’t stand.
she swallows.
“i’m not some… thing for you to play with. i don’t care if you’re popular— or hot, or whatever you think you are.” her voice is steadier than you expected.
you stare.
“hot? didn’t know you thought that.” you tilt your head.
jimin’s mouth opens and she blushes again. “that’s not what i—“
you take a step closer. “you sure? because you’ve been staring like you want to say something else.”
she swallows again. hard. but her eyes stay on you.
“i don’t like people like you. the kind who talk like everything’s already theirs.”
“and what if i said i like people who push back?”
jimin stares and her breath hitches.
“i like the way you talk when you’re mad. makes me wonder what you’d sound like if i really got to you.”
her eyes go wide. she holds back the urge to bite her lip.
and then—
“y/n!” ning’s voice calls out.
you pull away and you don’t even look back as you walk towards ning.
jimin is still watching you. of course she is.
you find ning in the living room, sprawled out on the couch with aeri practically draped over her shoulder. they look like they’ve been there for hours even though the party really started an hour ago.
“you’re back. took your time.” ning smiled.
aeri lifted her head, lip gloss slightly smudged. “y/nieeeee. tell me why jake tapped out after four shots. four! what happened to men being strong?” she slurred.
“gone with the patriarchy.” you mutter, taking a drink from the coffee table without even asking what it is.
ning watches you sip then she squints. “kay… what happened?”
“nothing.”
“you’re smiling like something happened.”
“i’m always smiling.”
“not like that.”
you raise your eyebrow but she’s already looking past you. “you talk to your little class crush?”
you don’t answer.
aeri hiccups beside her. “wait, who? the smart one with the face? with the eyes? the one who gets straight a’s?”
“karina.” you laugh.
“jimin. you like her. you wanna push her against a bookshelf and ruin her gpa.” she says dramatically.
“jesus. aeri, shut up.” ning laughs, covering her mouth.
“am i wrong?” she shrugs and sips her drink like it’s tea.
you just smirk behind your cup.
“she’s not your type.” ning says.
“i don’t have a type. i get what i want.”
“she looked like she was about to pass out.” ning mumbles but you can see the grin on her lips.
“she’ll be fine. she’s interesting.” you lean back, fully relaxing.
“uh huh. you’re not thinking about the final anymore, huh?” ning nudges your thigh with hers.
“nope.”
“good. now let loose a little. that’s an order.”
you hum, eyes drifting across the room. jimin is still in the same spot and she’s still holding the same drink like she doesn’t know what to do with it.
she’s talking to someone now. you can’t tell who, all you can see is how stiff her posture is.
you tilt your head, the taste of your drink still on your tongue.
she’s shy.
but you want to know what she sounds like when she’s not. when she’s desperate. when she has nothing left to say but your name.
and just like that, you decide you’re not done with her tonight.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
the living room is beyond hazy. the weeknd is playing now and the lights are almost low enough that the glow of someone’s vape looks like a strobe.
you’re sitting on the arm of the couch with your drink, hand lazily resting on jake’s shoulder. he’s talking, saying something about a failed midterm and a girl from his econ class, but you’re not listening. you’re laughing at all the right parts though.
jake eats it up. of course he does.
aeri stumbles back over with heesehng; laugh loud as she flops into the seat next to yours. heeseung follows, hopelessly smitten and trying not to look like it.
“we’re smoking. balcony. right now.” she announces, reaching into the pocket of heeseung’s hoodie and taking out a pre-roll.
“who’s coming?”
ning appears out of nowhere, looping her arm with yours. “we are. obviously.”
“me too.” heeseung says.
“cute.” aeri purrs.
you watch her eyes flick around the room before landing on someone who’s barely moved.
jimin.
she’s still holding a half full cup and she’s still too stiff. she’s moved a little but not much. she’s basically invisible. almost.
“jimin! come smoke.” aeri calls out loudly.
jimin looks up, clearly startled.
you can see the way she hesitates and you expect her to say no.
“come on, jimin. you don’t wanna just sit there the whole time, right? it’s not even that strong.”
“she’s such a liar.” ning laughs.
jimin hesitates. she looks at you but you don’t say anything. you don’t even smile.
and that’s when she finally speaks up.
“okay.”
aeri smiles. “that’s my girl!”
now you’re all crowded on the balcony. jake’s lighting the joint and aeri is in heeseung’s lap, giggling into his hoodie. ning is talking about some teacher’s assistant that texted her the other night.
you’re leaned against the railing, feeling the cold air against your thighs. jimin’s standing next to you. not close but close enough to pass the smoke back and forth.
she doesn’t cough the first time she inhales and you’re impressed.
“you’ve done this before.”
“once or twice.” she shrugs.
“liar.”
she looks at you. “so what if i am?”
you smile. the smoke curls between you.
she hands the joint back without looking at you and you take it, brushing her fingers in purpose. she pretends not to notice and you pretend you didn’t mean it.
the weeknd’s still playing inside and everything feels heavier out here.
“you’re obsessed.” ning teased heeseung.
“i am not.” he says, which only makes aeri giggle and smack his chest playfully.
“he’s obsessed. look at him. he’s ready to tattoo my name on his ribs.” she purrs, throwing an arm around his neck.
“don’t tempt me.” ning chokes on her laugh.
“he’d get your name tatted in cursive then cry about it when you ghost him two weeks later.” you say. heeseung just smiles like the masochist he is.
“you’re all so dramatic.” jake says, passing the blunt back to jimin. she surprises everyone by taking a deep inhale and not coughing.
“okay! karina with the lungs of a stoner!” ning cheers.
“jimin.” she corrects softly but you catch the way her lips twitch. and the way she’s checking if you’re still paying attention.
you are, unfortunately.
“so. what changed your mind?” you exhale.
“about?”
“coming out here. playing along.”
she shrugs again and you catch the way she’s avoiding your eyes now.
“figured it’d be… educational.”
“cute.”
“you keep saying that like it’s an insult.”
“no, baby. i like cute. just not when it pretends to be tough.”
“you think i’m pretending?” her jaw tightens.
“i think you like pretending that you’re above all of this. but you came, didn’t you? let me talk to you. even flirt with you.”
“you didn’t flirt.” she says.
“no?” you raise a brow.
“you teased me.”
“you want me to flirt instead?” jimin’s breath catches.
“you wouldn’t know how.”
you pause for a moment, tilting your head snd studying her.
“try me.”
“you’re mean when you’re high.” jake speaks up. he’s sitting on the floor now, one shoulder brushing your knee.
“you like it.” you look down at him.
“maybe i do.” he smiles.
“y/n flirts with everyone. don’t take it personally.” ning giggles.
“i don’t.” jimin says quickly. but she isn’t looking at ning— she’s looking at you. trying to figure out if you’re doing this for her benefit or just because you can.
“see? even karina thinks i’m charming.”
“that’s not what she said.” ning laughed again.
“don’t start putting words in her mouth. unless she wants to volunteer some.” you take a sip of your cup.
jimin takes the blunt from aeri, avoiding your gaze. she inhales again.
“you’ve definitely done this more than twice.” you tilt your head.
“maybe i just learn fast.”
“hm. i bet you do.” you smirk.
jake leans back, resting his arm over your leg now. his fingers tap against your knee. “you gonna keep teasing her all night or you gonna share the attention?”
“jealous?”
“curious.” he shrugs, watching you closely with dark eyes.
jimin goes still next to you.
“you’d die trying to keep up with me.” you say to him.
“you say that like it isn’t worth it.”
“careful, jake. i don’t play fair.” he just smiles like he wants the game anyway.
aeri suddenly gasps. “wait— wait. i wanna play truth or dare.”
“oh no. not this again.” ning groaned.
“yes this again! we’re high, we’re hot, and we’re bored! what else is there?” she kicks her legs excitedly, almost knocking over heeseung’s cup.
“feelings. consequences. dignity.”
“shut up, lover boy. we’re playing. c’mon. no backing out now.”
ning sighs dramatically but drops down onto the floor, pulling you closer. she downs the rest of her drink and immediately points at jake. “you go first. truth or dare.”
“truth.” he smiles, cocky as ever.
“have you ever hooked up with someone here?”
jake looks over at you for a second. “not yet.”
you raise an eyebrow, not saying a word. but jimin is watching you again. her stare is sharper this time.
“flop answer. y/n, your turn. truth or dare?” aeri says, already bored.
“dare.”
“i dare you to sit in jake’s lap for the next two rounds.”
you’re completely unbothered, moving without hesitation. jake spreads his legs and you sink into his lap. his hands settle lightly at your waist but his eyes flick to your mouth.
“comfortable?” he asks, voice low.
“for now.”
heeseung is next and he picks truth.
“would you let me spit in your mouth?” aeri asked sweetly.
“yes.”
ning nearly dies from laughter.
jimin coughs. it’s the only thing that she’s said in the past few minutes.
“jimin. truth or dare?”
she hesitates. “truth.”
“you’re all boring.” aeri sighs dramatically.
“do you think y/n’s hot?”
you turn your head slightly. not all the way but enough to make jake smirk. jimin’s face doesn’t change.
“yes.”
“about time you admit it.” you smiled.
she exhales like she didn’t just give something away.
“jake. truth or dare?” she says suddenly.
“dare.” he’s still cocky.
“kiss her. if she lets you.” her eyes are on you.
you stare.
it’s not like she said it to be cruel. or kind. it’s a challenge.
jake hesitates then looks at you.
you lean back, arms resting on his shoulders.
“what do you say?” he asks.
you turn to jimin instead. “you sure you wanna watch that?”
her eyes widen, just a little, and you can see a flicker of something. jealousy? nerves? but something tightens in her jaw before she turns her head, pretending that she isn’t flustered. pretending that she didn’t just give you exactly what you wanted.
you smirk deepens and jake raises an eyebrow like he’s waiting. but you don’t kiss him. not yet. you just slowly sip your drink, eyes never leaving jimin.
then you suddenly slide off of jake’s lap like you’re bored.
“i’m out.” you say, lifting your empty cup.
“i’ll get you another.” he stands eagerly.
“how sweet. you remember what i like, right?” you mutter.
“course.” he’s heading back inside. a little too quickly.
“that boy is whipped.” aeri watches him go with a grin.
you shrug, leaning against the railing next to jimin again.
“soooo… whose turn?” ning asks.
“karina’s. truth or dare?”
jimin looks at you like she knows this is a setup. maybe it is.
“…truth.”
“coward.” aeri coughs, half laughing.
you smile, slow and dangerous. “fine. truth. have you been watching me all night?”
she opens her mouth like she wants to lie. like she’s about to.
but then—
“yes.”
“cute.” you say softly.
she rolls her eyes but her neck is flushed. “stop saying that.”
“it’s your turn now. truth or dare.”
you raise an eyebrow. “dare.”
“if you won’t kiss jake then kiss the next person who passes you the joint.”
“you’re getting bold.”
“i’m returning the favor.”
you hold her gaze for a moment longer before reaching for the joint that’s half burned in the ashtray.
“fine.” you take a hit slowly.
“guess we’ll see if someone passes it.”
“you’re all pussies if you don’t.” ning speaks.
but jimin lifts it again before passing it to you.
you raise the joint to your lips and take another hit.
“you sure you want that?”
her eyes drop to your mouth. “yeah.”
that gets to you. you lean in, only to whisper in her ear.
“good girls shouldn’t talk like that.”
“you think i’m a good girl?”
you pause, studying her. the calm in her eyes makes it look like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“you’d be surprised by how often i smoke alone.”
your smirk wavers for half a second. not enough for everyone else to notice, but she sees it. she sees all of it.
“you should come by sometime. if you’re not scared.” she says like a challenge.
you can’t even reply before jake reappears with your drink.
“here you go.” he says, cheerful and oblivious.
you take it with a smile, looking over at aeri.
“can we go back to your room? i’m cold.”
aeri perks up immediately. “finally someone admits it! i’m freezing my nipples off.”
“you took heeseung’s hoodie.” ning rolls her eyes. you don’t even know when that happened.
“and still freezing.”
you take a sip of your drink, eyes flicking back to jimin just for a second. a second long enough for her to see the way you smirk against the rim of the cup.
like you’re considering it.
“jake, grab the ashtray.” aeri commands, standing up and dragging heeseung with her.
“you good?” jake leans in slightly as you follow behind.
“perfect.” you hum, brushing past him and heading for the door as he holds it open for you.
you don’t look back.
you don’t have to. because you know she’s watching. and you know she’s still thinking about it, too.
you should come by sometime. if you’re not scared.
the challenge sits in your chest. you think about answering it.
but not yet.
aeri’s room smells exactly like vanilla body spray. the lights are dim, casting a glow over the mess of pillows and shoes kicked into random corners. you settle on the edge of the bed first, crossing your legs and jake follows you in without needing an invitation. he leans beside you.
aeri flops face first into her mattress, giggling like she already knows tonight’s going to end in disaster. ning steals her spot almost immediately, stretching out next to you and leaning back against the headboard like she owns it. heeseung just plants himself on the floor again, tossing a blanket over his legs, still not focusing on anything but wherever aeri is.
jimin’s the last to come in. she’s quiet but not unnoticed. she leans against the wall with her arms crossed, pretending like she isn’t watching you.
jake bumps his knee against yours. “so. back to the game?”
“obviously. jimin went last. that means she asks next.” ning pulls out her phone.
jimin almost immediately turns towards jake. “truth or dare?”
he smirks. “dare.”
it’s silent before she answers. “switch spots with me.”
jake’s grin falters, eyes turning to you like he’s trying to read your expression.
“why?”
“no questions. that’s the rule.” ning sings.
he hesitates for a second before standing up, brushing past her on the way to the wall. she slides into the space beside you.
you don’t look at her. not right away. you just stare at your drink and your pulse ticks up just a little. you feel her thigh brush yours, but she doesn't move away.
jake coughs from his new spot. “damn. cold.”
aeri lifts her head. “what? you jealous?”
“i mean— if she wanted company, she could’ve just said that.”
“i’m not company.” jimin says quietly. and for a second it sounds like she’s saying it for you.
you swallow, throat dry despite the last sip of your drink.
“well, it’s my turn now.” jake speaks up. louder this time, like he’s trying to remind you of his presence.
you lift your gaze to glance at him. he’s slouched against the wall where jimin previously was, arms folded behind his head with his eyes locked on you like he’s daring you to forget about him for too long.
“truth or dare, y/n?”
your leg is still touching jimin’s. just barely. but it’s there. she hasn’t moved an inch. you wonder if she can feel the way your breath hitches.
“truth.”
jake hums thoughtfully, but there’s a flicker of something in his eye. you can already tell it’s not going to be innocent.
“what’s the real reason you didn’t let me kiss you earlier?”
ning gasps. “oh, we’re doing this.”
aeri cackles into heeseung’s shoulder.
you don’t answer right away.
you feel jimin stiffen next to you.
and that’s what makes you smile. just a little. enough to stir the pot.
“i wasn’t drunk enough.” you say casually.
jake laughs before shaking his head. “liar.”
“it’s self control.”
“it’s fear.” he counters, tone teasing but sharp.
you open your mouth to snap back but jimin cuts in first.
“she’s not scared of you.”
everyone goes quiet for a moment.
you turn your head to her slowly. “you don’t need to answer for me.”
“i’m not. just calling bullshit when i hear it.”
your pulse ticks up. it only makes you want her more.
“damn.” ning mutters.
“what, you jealous or something?” jake leans forward, lips tugging into a smirk.
“she could’ve kissed you if she wanted to. she didn’t.”
you meet her eyes and you feel something in your chest.
“you two need to hook up already.” he raises an eyebrow.
“what makes you think we haven’t?” you smirk.
aeri lets out a squeal. “wait— what?!”
ning chokes on her drink. “you’re lying.”
jake stiffens, staring like he’s trying to do the math.
you don’t clarify. you don’t look away either. you just keep your eyes on jimin.
her expression is unreadable. her jaw clenches but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to smile.
her knee nudges yours. just slightly. you don’t move away.
“anyway. i have to pee. and i’m getting another drink.” you rise, leaving before anyone can say anything.
you make it down the hallway without looking back, and you pause in the bathroom. not to pee, but to breathe. just for a second. the mirror catches your expression, your eyes are half lidded, your lips are parted, and your eyes are red. you look exactly like you feel.
and then there’s a soft knock.
you already know who it is.
you open the door.
jimin’s there, hand still slightly raised like she was about to knock again. her eyes meet yours, calm, but it’s the kind of calm that hides something hotter underneath.
she doesn’t speak. she just tilts her head towards the door. like everyone else still isn’t partying. like they still aren’t upstairs. “come on.”
you don’t hesitate. you follow.
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the uber ride was mostly quiet. her place smells like her perfume and eucalyptus, the kind of clean lived in mess that makes you wonder how many people have seen this version of her. you doubt it’s many.
she tosses her house keys on the table and heads straight to the kitchen. “still want another drink?”
you shrug. “i could be convinced.”
she raises an eyebrow but doesn’t look at you when she pours. “convinced?”
you don’t answer. you don’t have to. she hands you the glass, brushing your fingers just slightly as you take it.
then she grabs the grinder from a drawer, pulls open a window, and wordlessly starts rolling.
you lean against the counter, watching her. “so you really smoke alone?”
“not tonight.” she doesn’t look up.
you smirk. “is that an invitation?”
she glances at you. “that depends. you still scared?”
you step closer. “you wish.”
she lights the joint, takes the first hit, and holds it in before passing it to you. the smoke curls between you and when you take it from her, her fingers graze yours again.
you take a slow drag, blowing it out the side of your mouth.
you hold her gaze through the smoke. her lashes are low and her eyes are dark.
“i wasn’t lying earlier. i didn’t let him kiss me because i didn’t want to.” you say, voice husky now.
her gaze drops to your mouth then flicks back up. “i know.”
“do you?”
“yeah. i was watching.” she leans back against the counter, joint balanced between her fingers.
you step in again, just enough to make her breath catch. “then you must’ve known i wanted you to say something.”
“i did. but i didn’t trust what i’d do after.” she admits.
you blink slowly. your smile is lazy and full of something that neither of you are trying to name.
“then you’re worse than i thought.”
her mouth twitches like she wants to laugh. “oh?”
“yeah. because i would’ve let you.” you take the joint from her hand and inhale. the smoke escapes your lips slowly, curling into the space between you. her eyes follow the trail then drag back to yours.
“and you still would?”
you take one more step. her perfume hits you but you don’t answer. you just hand her the joint again.
your fingers brush.
again.
“kiss me.” she says, low, like it’s not a command but a dare.
you lean in, but don’t touch her yet. just close enough that she can feel your breath. “what do good girls say?”
her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything at first. her eyes flicker between yours like she’s weighing the consequences of what comes next.
the joint burns between her fingers, forgotten.
you watch her.
she exhales shakily. “please.”
it’s barely audible but it shatters something between you.
you don’t give her a chance to take it back.
your mouth finds hers in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. it’s hot, slow, and deliberate. her free hand finds your waist, fingers curling in the fabric of your dress like she’s been waiting forever. the joint’s gone now, set carelessly on the counter as both her hands tug you closer.
you sigh into her mouth and it makes her press harder. like she needs to prove something. like she’s been holding this in too long.
as your mouth opens she forces her tongue into your mouth, exploring it like she won’t get another chance. you moan quietly, wrapping your arms around her neck.
she lifts you onto the counter by your thighs, breathing heavily as she kisses along the skin of your neck. you tilt your head to the side, giving her more access.
this was the side of her that you were begging to see.
“fuck, jimin…” you mumble as she bites into your neck before soothing it with her tongue, hands rubbing the plush of your thighs.
she exhales shakily at that, pulling down your dress to expose your collarbone and attack it next. “you finally got the name right.”
you smirked. but she doesn’t give you time to answer. not with words, anyway.
her mouth is already dragging lower, lips brushing over the skin of your chest like she’s memorizing every inch. her touch is careful, but her eyes are wild.
“you look so pretty like this. on my counter. waiting.” she breathes, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress now, slow and teasing, like she wants to savor every reaction.
your breath catches as her hand ghosts along your thigh, edging higher.
“waiting for what?” you ask, voice thick with anticipation.
her smile is slow and wicked. “for me to fuck you.”
you tug her back in by the collar of her hoodie, crashing your mouth into hers again. it’s messy and hungry, like you’ve both been starved. she groans against your lips and the sound vibrates right through you.
when she presses forward, you wrap your legs around her hips, pulling her in close until there’s no space left. her hand finds your hair, holding you still as her mouth works over yours like she needs to claim it.
"you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how long i’ve wanted you.” she breathes out.
she kisses your jaw, then your throat, then bites just below your ear. you gasp, arching into her without thinking.
“do you know how many nights i’ve fucked my hand thinking about you? about you in those little skirts, mouthing off like you wouldn’t drop to your knees if i told you to? i’d touch myself and imagine you begging. imagine you soaked just from hearing me say your name.” her voice is a whisper, but it’s ragged. like she’s finally letting herself admit it and can’t stop now.
you rock against her without meaning to, chasing the friction and it makes her curse under her breath.
“you’re not the only one. but i’m done thinking.” you admit, panting.
“yeah?” she breathes, hands moving again. bolder now. hungrier.
you nod, lips brushing hers again. “please.”
and this time, it’s your plea that shatters something. because the second she hears it, she drops to her knees.
her hands trail down the backs of your thighs as she does, dragging your body forward until you’re perched on the edge of the counter. you’re trembling under her touch and she looks up at you from her lashes. her pupils are wide, her lips are swollen, and her hair is a little messy from where you tugged it.
“fuck. look at you. so perfect.” she whispers.
you spread your knees slightly, letting her settle between them and her hands trail up your legs again slowly. then again, higher, teasing you with her lips.
your fingers plant into her hair, tugging gently and she hums like that’s exactly what she wanted. “you’re shaking.” she says.
“i’m not.” but your voice betrays you. your whole body betrays you.
she presses her mouth to the inside of your other thigh, holding eye contact as her tongue darts out against your skin.
“it’s okay. i’ll take care of you.”
you whimper. the anticipation alone is making you unravel and she hasn’t even touched you where you need it most.
her fingers hook around the sides of your underwear, sliding them down with agonizing slowness. when they’re off, she doesn’t look away. not even when she leans in and kisses your inner thigh again, dangerously close.
“you’re so fucking pretty.” she whimpered, more to herself than to you.
your hips twitch and she finally, finally gives in, dragging her tongue through your folds in one long, devastating stroke.
your head falls back against the cabinets with a soft moan and she groans against you like she’s already addicted.
she eats you out like she’s making up for lost time. like she’s starving and you’re the only thing that could satisfy her. her mouth is hot and her tongue is relentless, licking and sucking like she wants to devour you completely.
and god, she’s good at it.
“jimin—fuck, jimin—” you cry out, thighs trembling around her shoulders.
she moans at the sound of her name falling from your lips like that, then she brings her fingers into it too— slipping one inside you slowly, then another, curling them just right as her tongue flicks over your clit.
“oh— fuck!” you moan louder, covering your mouth.
she hummed. “no, princess. let me hear all the pretty noises you make for me.”
she’s driving you insane.
“does it feel good? you like my tongue, hm?” her voice is low, coated in need. every word vibrates against you, and it’s too much. too much and not enough. your hips rock into her face before you can stop them, chasing the friction and chasing her.
“yes— yes! fuck, jimin—“ you gasp.
she groans like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to hear. and it makes her move faster. her fingers curl deeper and her tongue flicks harsher with more purpose.
“that’s it. take what you need.” she coos, voice muffled by your cunt.
you’re melting. falling apart in her hands.
her grip is bruising now, one hand digging into your hip to hold you still, the other one still fucking you open perfectly.
“you taste so good, baby. how did i go this long without this? could eat you for hours. days.” she breathes against your clit, lips dragging over it again.
you don’t have an answer. you’re not even sure if you can speak. all you can do is moan and shake and hold onto her hair.
you’re so close, and she knows it. she can feel it in the way you clench around her and in the way your legs tense.
“don’t stop— please, don’t stop—” you gasp and that’s all she needs to hear.
she doubles her efforts, fucking you with her fingers and licking you until your back arches.
“fuck— fuck, jimin! i’m gonna—“ you choke.
and she doesn’t stop. if anything, she gets messier. hungrier. licking and sucking with so much desperation you almost can’t take it.
“cum for me. wanna feel you all over my face. need it— fuck, need you—“ she begs again, voice hoarse.
and you do.
you fall apart with a helpless moan, thighs clamping tight around her head as you cum hard on her tongue. she groans like she’s the one breaking, mouth still working you through it.
when it’s over, she doesn’t even pull away right away. she licks you clean with lazy strokes of her tongue and only when you twitch from the sensitivity does she kiss the inside of your thigh and rise slowly, one hand on your waist to steady you.
your chest is still heaving when you open your eyes. her lips are slick and her pupils are still wide, but her smirk is proud.
“told you i’d take care of you.” she muttered as her thumb traced slow circles into your hip.
you huff out a breathless laugh, trying to level your head but failing miserably with her looking at you like that.
“fuck you.” you mumble but there’s no hate behind it. your voice is hoarse.
“you just did. or should i say… you let me.” she grins, then leans in to press a kiss to your jaw.
you roll your eyes, reaching up to tangle your fingers in her hoodie and drag her down for another kiss. it was slow and deep this time with none of the earlier frenzy.
her hand finds your bare thigh again and just squeezes gently.
“unless… you want more?”
her voice is low and husky. it’s right against your mouth but you feel it everywhere.
you don’t answer right away. you can’t. your brain is still fogged from the way she just ruined you and she knows it. she’s watching you like she’s waiting to pounce on you, eyes flicking down to your parted lips then your still trembling thighs.
her hand slides a little higher on your leg. just enough.
you bite back a noise. “jimin…”
she hums like a warning. “mm, say it again.”
you breathe out her name softer this time. like a confession. “jimin.”
her lips ghost yours. not kissing you, just there. “you have no fucking idea of how obsessed i am with you.”
your fingers curl into her hoodie again. “then show me.”
“you sure?”
you nod. but that’s not good enough for her. not this version of her.
“use your words, pretty girl.”
you swallow hard. “yes. i want more. i want you.”
the look she gives you after that? it’s hunger. pure hunger.
“good. because i’m not even close to done with you yet.” she mumbled before pressing a kiss to your temple, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth. everywhere but where you need it.
her hand finally slips between your thighs again, but it’s slow and teasing. she just rubs lazy circles that have you twitching from the oversensitivity.
“gonna take my time with you now. wanna hear all those sounds again. wanna memorize every single one.” she whispered.
you breathe her name again desperately.
and this time when she kisses you, it’s with that same obsession you feel burning inside of your own chest.
and when you pull away she doesn’t take her eyes off of you.
the hoodie she’s wearing hangs off one shoulder now, fabric twisted from the way you tugged her closer.
“you’re staring.” you mumble, voice a little hoarse.
jimin just grins, leaning her weight against the kitchen counter as her fingers drag slowly along the edge of your dress. “can you blame me? you’re wearing this little thing and expected me not to stare?”
you roll your eyes but you can’t help the way your lips twitch. “you literally invited me over.”
“yeah. to smoke.”
her hand slips under the hem of your dress, teasing along the back of your thigh and stopping just before the heat between your legs. you suck in a breath, leaning into her instinctively but she pulls back with a look.
“oh, you’re mean. you’re acting like you didn’t invite me over to fuck me.” you breathe, chasing her mouth with yours but she dodges it. she leans in just enough to brush her lips against your jaw instead.
her lips hover there. just barely glazing your skin. “i didn’t say that. but you’re eager for someone who came here just to smoke.”
you let out a laugh, tilting your head to give her more access. “jimin.” you warn, voice somewhere between a plea and a threat.
but she ignores it. her fingers skim higher, knuckles brushing the damp heat between your thighs but never pressing. never giving you enough. she wants you squirming. and you hate how well it’s working.
“you wore this dress on purpose, didn’t you? wanted to drive me crazy.” she whispers.
you scoff but your body betrays you, hips shifting forward without thinking. “like i knew you’d be there. i wore it because i look good.”
“mm. you look perfect.” she hums, mouth brushing just below your ear.
her praise makes your stomach flip, but you refuse to let her see how much it affects you. especially after she had you falling apart on her kitchen counter.
“still staring.” you mumble.
“still wet.” she fires back, cocky and quiet as her hand presses against your bare cunt again. just enough to make your breath hitch.
you don’t answer. you can’t. not when she starts mouthing at your neck like she’s claiming you.
and when she kisses you again, it’s slow and deep.
“you gonna keep pretending you didn’t come here to get fucked?” she mumbles against your lips.
you pull back just to glare at her, breathing hard. “only if you’re done teasing.”
she smirks, picking you up like you weigh nothing and walking towards the hall. “oh, baby. i’m just getting started.”
you yelp in surprise as she carries you. her grip on you is firm. like she’s been waiting to do this all night.
“jimin.” you breathe.
“mhm?” she hums, nose brushing yours.
you blink down at her, heart racing. “jimin.”
her name sounds too soft on your lips. it’s too sweet for how filthy her hands feel against your thighs as she walks you through the hallway like it’s nothing.
her bedroom door swings open with the shove of her foot. the second you’re inside, she drops you gently onto the bed, standing between your legs as she tugs the hoodie off. her eyes are wide and her chest is rising with every breath as she looks down at you.
and then that smirk returns. her fingers push your dress up and up and up, baring your thighs and everything between.
“still wet.” she mumbles again, thumb dragging slow and slick through your folds while her eyes stay locked on yours.
you shudder. you hate how good she is at this. hate how cocky she gets when she knows she’s wrecked you.
“you talk too much.” you mutter.
she smiles, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee then higher. “and you love it.”
you don’t deny it. not when she’s sliding to her knees like she’s praying. not when she’s mouthing at the crease of your thigh. but she’s completely ignoring the place you need her most.
“fuck, you’re perfect.” she says, voice lower now.
you swallow hard, fingers twitching in the sheets.
and then she looks up at you, mouth inches from your cunt. “let me show you.”
her tongue just barely grazes you, hot breath ghosting your folds and lips brushing soft against your skin. it should be everything. it should. but it just isn’t enough.
your hand tangles in her hair, tugging gently.
“wait.” you breathe out.
she freezes instantly. her head snaps up, eyes wide with concern. “did i—?”
“no. no, just—“ you say quickly.
your thighs squeeze around her shoulders before you can stop them. she’s so pretty like this. on her knees for you, hands gripping your hips like she’s seconds from losing control.
but you want something else right now.
“i want you to u-use your dick, baby.” you mumble, not even meaning to sound shy.
her jaw clenches.
“you sure?” she asks, voice a little rough.
you nod, pulling her up by the hoodie bunched at her shoulders.
her weight settles over you, tugging her hoodie off and discarding it on the floor.
she kisses you like she needs to. like she’s been holding back all night and finally has permission to let go. and maybe she has, because the second her lips are on yours again her hands are tugging your dress up and off with almost no effort.
you let her. you want her to.
“you’re so fucking hot. always teasing me, acting like you don’t know what you do to me.” she mutters, eyes flicking over every inch of exposed skin like it’s the first time she’s seen it. and it is.
you lean back on your elbows with your legs still spread around her hips and you smirk. “and what do i do to you, jimin?”
her jaw clenches again, sharp and hungry, and you don’t get a real answer. not in words.
she pulls her sweats down, dick springing free, flushed and already slick at the tip.
the sight alone knocks the breath from your lungs. god, she’s huge. and she’s hard for you. all for you.
she strokes herself once, never breaking eye contact. “gonna let me stretch you out, baby? you want this now?” her tone is mocking but low with need.
you nod.
but you know she’s not satisfied. not when you’ve been running your mouth all night.
“use your words. you were loud enough when i had my mouth on you.”
you glare at her but your voice still cracks when you say it. “yes. i need you, jimin. want you to fuck me.”
she leans down and kisses you hard, like it’s a reward, like it’s a thank you, like she’s desperate to feel more of you. her hand slides between your legs again, spreading you open just enough, and then—
she pushes in.
you gasp, nails digging into her shoulders. the stretch burns but you want it. you crave it. she’s careful at first, slow and patient, watching your face the entire time like she needs to memorize it.
“there you go. taking me so well, baby.”she whispers, voice ragged.
you groan, eyes fluttering shut.
“eyes on me.” she murmurs.
and when you look up at her, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted. you can see the stunned awe in her expression as she bottoms out, and you realize she’s just as gone for you as you are for her. maybe more.
“you feel so good. so fucking tight— fuck…” she whimpers. her voice breaks at the end and she buries her face in your neck.
you feel everything. every inch of her, every tremble in her arms as she holds herself still inside you. like she’s trying not to lose it already.
you fingers thread through her hair, tugging gently and she groans at the feeling. her hips twitch forward.
“jimin.” you whisper breathlessly.
she pulls back enough to look at you again, lips still wet from the way she kissed you like you were hers.
“i’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that.” she says like a confession. like she’s ashamed of how bad she wants you.
you smile, but it’s slow and all mean girl again. “already?”
her breath catches. your hips roll up instinctively, grinding against her in a way that makes her hiss through her teeth.
her grip tightens on your thighs like she’s fighting for control. and losing.
"fuck.” she mutters, forehead pressing against yours now and eyes fluttering shut like she can’t handle you.
“awh. am i too much for you, jimin?” you coo softly, dragging your nails down her back.
she laughs shakily. “you have no idea.”
but then her eyes open again, and something shifts in them. she draws back just to thrust forward and the gasp that escapes your lips is immediate and involuntary.
you don’t even get a chance to say anything. her hips snap forward again— harder and rougher— and suddenly she’s pounding into you like she has something to prove. like she needs to ruin that little smile on your lips.
and maybe she does. because it only takes a few more thrusts before your smirk falters, lips parting with a moan as the pleasure catches up to you all at once.
“not so mouthy now, huh? where’s all that attitude, baby?” she mutters, breath hot against your skin as she fucks you into the mattress.
you wrap your legs around her, helpless against how brutal her pace is. and then her fingers find your clit again, rubbing in tight and practiced circles like she knows your body already.
“answer me.” she groans, voice low and strained.
“i— i can’t—“ you gasp.
“yes you can. c’mon, be a good girl. use your words.” her thrusts get deeper. rougher.
“jimin, please! ‘s so good— fuck!” you whimper, head falling back.
her name leaves your lips like a prayer. you can’t feel anything else except the way she’s filling you up so nicely.
“yeah? that’s what i thought. all that attitude just to end up a mess on my dick.” she pants, lips brushing your jaw, then your cheek, then your mouth.
you clench around her at the sound of her voice. it’s low, cocky, and desperate. and she groans at the feeling, pace stuttering just for a second before she fucks you harder.
“bet you’ve been thinking about this, huh? bet you touched yourself to the thought of me. acting like you don’t want it.” she breathes against your skin, hand sliding under your back to arch you up into her.
you can’t even form a real response anymore. just breathy, broken sounds. with her fingers on your clit, dick hitting that spot so deep you see stars, voice in your ear like she owns you, how can you?
“who’s making you feel good?” she demands, fucking you harder now.
you choke on a moan, head rolling back as your nails dig into her back.
“you are— fuck, jimin, you are—”
“that’s right. say it again.”
“you— fuck— only you! only you make me feel like this—“ you gasp, thighs shaking from how deep she’s hitting.
her lips crash into yours, messy and rough. like she can’t go another second without tasting you. and you let her. you give in completely.
she pulls back enough to speak, forehead resting against yours.
“you gonna cum for me again, baby? gonna let me feel you fall apart around me?”
you nod helplessly, everything tightening at once. your thighs, your core, and the way your fingers hold onto her.
“then cum. be my good girl and cum.” she whispers, barely holding it together.
and with one more thrust, you come undone, crying out her name like it’s the only word you know.
it makes her thrusts falter.
“babyy— i’m close— fuck, i’m gonna cum…” she moans.
“where do you want me?” her voice cracks when she says it, hips stuttering inside of you like she’s barely hanging on. you can feel how close she is. every twitch of her cock, the desperate way she’s gripping your hips, and the wild look in her eyes.
you cup her jaw, pulling her in until your lips are just barely touching. “inside. want you to cum inside of me, jimin.” you whisper.
her breath catches. her whole body tenses like she wasn’t expecting that.
“fuck—” she whines, burying her face in your neck. and then she’s cumming.
you feel it. the way she spills into you with a broken moan of your name, her body jerking with the force of it. her hips press down hard, as deep as she can go, and stay there as she trembles through it.
you’re both shaking. your arms wrap around her instinctively, keeping her close as she rides it out, soft whimpers spilling from her lips against your skin.
when she finally stills, she doesn’t move. just holds you like she can’t stand the thought of letting go. “still think i’m cute?”
you scoff breathlessly, rolling your eyes. “shut the fuck up.”
Synopsis: Karina degrades you for only being able to cum during doggystyle.
Pairing: gp!Karina/Yu Jimin x fem!reader
Charms: smut, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie
Stats: ✦ 1.2k words ✦ AO3 link
MASTERLIST
Karina has been tirelessly fucking you, shooting pools of her cum into your pussy. She’s in no rush to make you cum, using your cunt for her own pleasure because she knows you’ll let her do anything. You feel her cock pulse as she pumps yet another load into you, then she pulls out.
“Ok,” she says between breaths, staring down at you through half-lidded eyes, “flip over, slut, it’s finally your turn.”
You obey, flipping over onto your stomach, eagerly wagging your hips at her. “Only being able to cum doggystyle… shameless fucking whore.” She smacks your ass, leaving a mark and making you cry out.
Digging nails into both your cheeks, she pulls your ass up further for easier access to your creamfilled hole. You feel her length push through your soaked folds and she leans forward, breath hot on your neck. “Fuuuck… I’ve made you so ready for this cock, baby.” She moans, a hand reaching to pin your wrist, the other weaving fingers into your hair. Her soft lips kiss your neck.
It goes deeper than before. You grip the sheets, grunting into the mattress as she pokes to your stomach. Then, you feel Karina’s hands pull your hair harshly into her fist, tugging your head up and your mouth sends a helpless moan to the open air.
“C’mon.” Karina pulls out. Slams back in. “Lemme hear it all baby. Let me hear how much my cock tears up this pussy.”
With scorching hot friction, she fucks you til your creampied pussy starts spilling onto the bed. As the head of her cock bullies your cervix again and again, you moan at each rhythmic thrust. You instinctively crawl forward as she jabs into you, but she keeps you on her cock like she owns every shudder in your body, only tightening her grip even more and grinding your ass down on the base of her dick.
“I love how you moan like a bitch in heat every time I pound you from the back,” Karina pants, breathless from her reckless pace.
Her tits press against your back. In the crook of your neck, you feel drool ooze off her lips. You feel nothing but wet on wet skin as she feverishly pumps in and out of your cunt. You feel a familiar throb from her dick and she lets out a stifled groan against your neck, biting down.
You whimper, but can’t help trying to sneak in a petty comment. “Oh…wow. Going to cum before me? Wouldn't be the first time.”
Karina practically growls, huffing in anger. The hand in your hair goes from gripping harshly to shoving your head into the sheets. Her chest lifts from your back as she positions herself to fuck you mercilessly. Her hips slam against yours, pushing your body flat against the mattress. You wail, voice cracking as her cock punishes you.
“Why’s this pussy so wet, huh?” She snarls, taking her hand off your wrist only to hit your ass with the same punishing force. You don’t respond verbally, just with the sound of whining and pathetic moans. Karina starts giving you quick, shallow thrusts that force your pussy to make obscene noises back at her. “Don’t you hear that?”
“Y-Yes– It’s because I love your cum.” You whimper helplessly.
“Good girl.” She gives your ass a deceptively soft squeeze before driving her cock into you with savage precision. The sound of wet slapping grows louder again.
You slightly lift your hips, letting Karina grind her tip deeper and allowing your hand to dart beneath you. Eager to cum on her dick, you frantically start to rub at your clit. Having been used all night long, you feel your pussy tighten around her fast. “Fuck, I love that twitch. You’re so close, aren’t you? Slut.”
Karina’s cruel hand on your head forcing you to drool and moan into the sheets, the other digging nails into your ass, the slapping of her hips and the filthy squelching sound of your pussy clinging to her cock— it’s all too much. “Fucking cum on my dick already, whore.” Karina commands, striking your ass with her palm.
The climax hits you as hard as she beats it into you, and you feel your pussy convulse all over Karina’s cock. It’s been filling you up so much that it's the least your cunt can do for the girl’s needy dick. You sob and your pussy clamps down on her brutal cock. It punches all the way to the bottom, but all you can do is tremble and cum all over it. She pounds through the orgasm, forcing every spasm out of your body.
When the orgasm ebbs away. Karina slowly pulls out her still-hard cock and you feel her fingers drag through your folds, a thumb pulling you open. You can only assume she’s looking inside when you hear her laugh.
“Something’s missing.” Suddenly, her cock pushes in again and her lips graze your ear. “My cum.” She says darkly, inhaling deeply as if she’s coming home when she fills you again.
Your throat catches on a sob, but it only makes her chuckle against your ear, sending an invigorating shiver down your spine. As she starts sliding in and out you can’t help but press your hips back on her dick. Your soaked hand comes back to life, running circles around the bud of your clit. As you please yourself, your hips start to jerk, desperate for the burning friction of her fucking you.
Your legs are still weak from the previous orgasm, but Karina has made you her bitch—you just want to cum on her dick over and over again. “Greedy hole won’t just let me leave...” She mutters against the nape of your neck. Her hips hammer into yours, driving her cock to your core.
“Say you’re just my hole to fuck,” Karina demands, slapping your ass hard enough to make you jolt and clench your pussy. “Fucking say it.”
“I’m—ahhh— I’m your hole! I’m just your hole, mommy—“
You’re interrupted by a guttural groan from behind you. Her cock throbs and then Karina’s heat pours out deep inside of you. She buries herself to the hilt as she gasps, “Take it. Take my cum, slut.”
The moment the flood hits your walls, you break again. You scream in ecstasy against the mattress as the second orgasm rips through you. Your pussy milks her cock desperately while you gush your own juices all the way to the base of her length. Karina moans at the way you squeeze around her, sucking hungrily at your neck to leave a mark.
“My cum making you cum, baby? I knew I’d break you—you’re nothing but my little cumpdump.” Karina growls.
The aftershocks pulsate around her now overstimulated cock and she grunts when she pulls out. “Shit—it didn’t want to let me go.” She pants.
Your body feels like a ragdoll, heavy and limp. You can’t respond anymore, just heave for air. Karina gropes your thighs as she watches your cunt repeatedly clench at the abrupt emptiness.
“Pathetic. You’ll never walk straight again, not with a pussy made for my cock.”
Thinking about cockwarming g!p Karina during a Weverse live 🚬🚬
cockwarming karina in general.. ty for this wonderful idea 🙏
warnings: cockwarming.
— what karina had in mind after a long, busy day filled with schedules to the brim was maybe unwind a weverse live, bare face of no makeup, messy hair down, yes—but not her cock filling you up instead during it.
you were sat, perched innocently on her lap in the camera frame that was forbidding to go down any lower since you were sat snugly on her dick, walls hugging it too tightly even as karina’s fingers twitched in control as she was trying so hard not to gain any suspicions.
— answering most of the questions, karina remained weirdly quiet—which was not like her and all of her fans who took a tiny bit of interest knew that. so first of all, her not yapping her ass off felt incredibly wrong. meanwhile the woman was jus’ trying hard not to let out a strained whimper, her jaw stubbornly clenched as she tightly smiles at the lens.
“y-yeah, everyone.. today was so busy and m’ so tired,” she addressed some of the worried comments, smiling a little wider and her hands fisted in her tugged down sweatpants.
“yeah! she’s just.. busy,” amused, you noted with a lazy smirk tugged up and purposefully shifted on her lap which made karina wince and jerked her chin away so the phone won’t catch that.
snickering quietly to hide a tiny moan slipping through as you fluttered around her cock, karina bit her lip and continued grinning like nothing happened at all!
— karina was so, so painfully hard. on the brick of cumming from this alone but she didn’t dare to move. not to arouse such thing even though your pussy was clamped around her tightly.
she muted the live swiftly with a trembling finger and she leaned in, covering her mouth so nobody else could see what she was saying as she husked out through gritted teeth, “baby.. ugh, m’ gon’ cum soon, let’s end the live.. yeah?”
you rolled your eyes at her playfully, nodding.
“okay, guys.. we need to sleep soon. let’s wrap it up and we’ll have another live soon! bye bye!” you waved at the camera alongside karina with her awkward grin showing all 32 teeth and ended the live.
why would heejin lowkey make u suck her strap urghhhhh 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
💌: please ohmy god anonie how did you know ive been thinking about her recently..
heejin absolutely would make you suck her strap.
she wants you to get her cock (her words not mine) all wet with your spit n ready to fuck your cunt so of course she has to have you on your knees in front of her, mouth open n your tongue out as you wait for her to slip it inside, nearly whining because she’s such a tease.
heejin wants to see you drool for her, ‘s why she taps your tongue with her cock, pushing her hips forward just a bit so the head rests inside your mouth, pulling out when you try to take her deeper. it’s never a good idea to do that though. she’ll end up fucking your throat n ignoring your gags, her hand tangled in your hair as she forces you to deepthroat her cock.
the obscene sounds make her cunt clench but when you start to get a little dizzy, your eyes unfocused n drool spilling down your chin: that’s when she pulls out.
heejin slaps your cheeks n lips with her spitslick cock n loves to slip her strap in at an angle, moaning as the cockhead causes your cheek to bulge out. she wishes she could paint your face with cum but turning her sweet doll into a cockdrunk whore is just as good. after all, she can still spit on your face too :3
best friends who share everything… including their side chick.
𓊆박성훈 & 심재윤& 박종성 x fem reader𓊇 baby, is it me or are you doing something to me? when you smile, it’s shining, but for some reason, you’re lying inside. dangerously, you’re beautiful. you slowly came to me, my dilemma like a habit. ─ baby don't like it, nct127 ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱
𓆩♡𓆪 wow hi :< it's been a minute since i wrote + something so long + smut?! + foursome?!?!?! ... i'm super sorry in advance if this is so shit because yk i don't reread my smut and this is genuinely just 10k of filth hahsheahs and i miss u guys so much kisses kisses kisses :x
word count 10k
content advisory heavy infidelity/cheating, lowkey polyamory? possessiveness, side chick, jay is a football player, jake is a nerd, toxic relationship, moral ambiguity, hoes before bros or whatever, no one's a good person here, mentioned of underage drinking (1), kinda sunghoon biased i'm so sorry, non proofread!
smut advisory foursome (fmmm), very nasty mayne, different sex scenes, squirt, fingering, cum stuffing, oral, fellatio, pussy licking/sucking, lots of making out jesus, dirty talk, profanity, locker room fucking, creampie, cumshot, tit play, jake's in love with your tits and sunghoon can't stop kissing you, flirting, jay's gentler than the others, jake is lowkey a softdom/sub, sunghoon's a hard-dom and mean, use of slut, whore, cumdump etc. doggy style, side-fucking, missionary, creampie after creampie, car sex, hotel sex... might miss out some but pls.
growing up as a trio—jake, sunghoon, and jay always, and always made sure that no secrets are kept from one another. from highschool, and attending the same college, they stuck together like glue—rooming in the same dorm block, sharing the same late–night runs, copying each other’s work despite not taking the same major but shared classes.
they called themselves 02z (and sunghoon always thought that it was corny) and no matter what happened, the rule was simple: no secrets. everything got laid out on the table—the good, the bad, the ugly, and the embarrassing.
and they’d proven it time and time again.
like the time jake got stupidly drunk at a house party at the age of seventeen, and jay had to haul his half–conscious ass back through the window of his bedroom while sunghoon knocked on the front door and entertained jake’s father from finding out.
or the time jay accidentally broke the school’s window and to prevent him from getting suspended and kicked out of the football team, jake stepped forward and took the blame—”i threw it too hard to impress a girl, sorry.” he flashed that innocent puppy smile and accepted the week’s detention without complaint. jay never forgot it and paid him back by covering his shifts for two whole weeks.
but the real payment was the tighter bond between them.
“ride or die,” sunghoon had said once. and in a world where friendships were shallow and people stabbed each other in the back, the three of them were unbreakable. like a stream of water, it cannot be cut—
but even the strongest stream can be diverted when the faucet is turned.
——
funny enough—the first time jay saw you was during one of his football friendly matches.
it was a casual friday afternoon game, nothing serious, just the medic faculty versus the business for bragging rights and free drinks afterward. jay was on the field in his number 99 jersey, sweat already soaking the back of his neck under the orange sun.
his girlfriend, minji, was sitting in the small bleachers with a couple of her friends, waving at him every time he glanced her way. he’d blown her a kiss before the whistle, the perfect boyfriend move that made his teammates tease him later.
and you weren’t even supposed to be there for him.
you were merely just a friend with one of the strikers in his team—and had come along because he (martin) had begged you to at least pretend to cheer so he doesn’t look like a loser. you sat on the grass near the sidelines, knees pulled up in those pretty shorts and prettier top.
you weren’t attention seeking or loud, but jay found his eyes travelling to you more often than he’d like to. light, genuine laughter that cut through the noise of the field and scored him square in the chest. he almost lost the ball.
and if it wasn’t after the match that everyone gathered near the benches to talk about what happened and martin pulled you in to join the conversation. you, being youself—ever so friendly and talkative you, even prettier up close and funnier than most girls he know—chatted with the rest of the boys like you’d known them for months.
jay stood there, still catching his breath, tower slung over his shoulder, watching you. the conversation flowed naturally and he found himself grinning wider than he should, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved when you smiled.
“you played so well. even if your team totally got lucky on that last goal,” you commented, casually sitting next to jay on the bench. jay laughed, humming. “yeah? that never happened by the way—so it was probably your luck.”
you raised an eyebrow, amused, turning your body slightly toward him. “you think so?”
the way you said it made something in his chest tighten in the best way possible. most girls would either just giggle or try too hard, but you looked like you were genuinely enjoying the back–and–forth.
he leaned back on the bench, resting his elbows behind him. his jersey clung to his chest, damp with sweat, but neither of you care. for once, he was grateful his girlfriend wasn’t around.
“maybe,” he replied, that smirk tugging at his lips. “or maybe you’re bad luck for the other team. every time you cheered us, their defense fell apart. i saw it.”
you let out the laugh that got him almost distracted on the field earlier—and shook your head. “you’re so smooth, jay. do you use that line on every girl who watches your game?”
uh, oh.
his smirk faltered for half a second. he let out a quick, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck to play it cool. “of course not,” he said, chuckling a little too loudly. “that would be way too cheesy. i swear i’m not that kind of guy.”
you tilted your head, studying him with glint in your eyes. then, casually, almost too casually, you dropped it—
“i thought so! you kept blowing kisses to a girl earlier. i saw it.”
jay went quiet.
the easy smile on his face froze. his fingers tightened slightly around his water bottle as the words landed. he swore—he swore—he didn’t mean to come off as flirty or anything, but it just… came out naturally.
like it was just you.
for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. he hadn’t even realised you’d noticed that.
“yeah, well…” he started, voice trailing off. he looked away for a second, heartbeat drumming fast, searching for the right words that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete asshole.
before he could finish, you broke into a soft giggle and waved your hand lightly in front of him. “i’m just joking, hehe,” you said, mischievous. “relax. you don’t have to look so guilty.”
jay let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the tension in his shoulder easing as he laughed along. you were teasing him, but the way you said it so playfully made his tummy flip.
he finally met your eyes, watching the way your lips curved when you smiled like that. relax. you don’t have to look so guilty. then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out to you.
“put your number in,” he said, smoother and calmer now. “next time we play, you could be our lucky charm again.”
you’re not stupid. if anything, martin would’ve invited you to the next matches anyway. but you took the phone anyway—fingers brushed against his. you saved yourself as yn, followed with a little soccer ball emoji and handed it back.
“don’t blow me kisses though,” you teased lightly as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your shorts.
jay watched your back as you walked away, phone warm in his hand, your contact staring back at him. it’s harmless—it’s just a number and you’re just a girl who was easy and fun to talk to.
but the further you got from him, the more it’s clear to jay that he was going to text you tonight.
and the first turn of the faucet happened—quietly, and completely without anyone knowing, not even jay himself.
——
“oh my gosh, my player,” you moaned sensually, tipping your head back as jay lifted you up around his waist with ease.
his strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pressed you against the cool metal locker. the contrast between the cold surface on your back and the heat of his body made you shiver.
jay’s mouth was on yours instantly—hungry, deep, messy, and horny. he kissed you like he’d been starving from it since the first whistle was blown, tongue sliding against yours while low groans rumbled deep from his chest.
“fuck baby, you feel so good like this,” he rasped between kisses, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy. the thin fabric of his shorts was the only thing separating you, and you could feel every inch of him throbbing, already leaking like a little boy for you.
“my little reward.”
you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair as you rocked your hips against him, chasing the friction. “hngh—you did so well… how are you so good at everything?” another sensual moan slipped from your lips when he shifted and rubbed the head of his cock against your swollen clit.
“am i?” his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting lightly, leaving faint marks he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t stop himself from making. one hand stayed under your thigh, holding you up effortlessly, while the other squeezed your tit, thumb flicking over your perky nipple until you whimpered.
“look at you,” he murmured against your skin, voice hoarse with list. “so fucking wet and ready for me after i won. you like being my secret celebration, baby?”
you nodded eagerly, pussy twitching and clenching around nothing but the idea of jay’s thick cock inside. sensing that—he pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, thick and heavy, tip glistening with a bead of precum.
“i want you—fuck me, please,” you cry out, leaning to kiss him.
without another word, jay lined himself up and pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust—stretching you open, filling you completely. a broken moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, walls clenching tight around him. the guy buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly at how perfectly you took him.
“shit… so tight,” he breathed, staying still to let you adjust—but not for long before he started moving, sensual, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot. “oh god, yesyesyes, just like that,”
the locker rattled with every thrust. your legs tightened around his waist, heels dragging into his lower back as he fucked you against the cool metal, mouth never leaving your skin. he kissed, licked, and sucked at your neck and collarbone while his pace gradually picked up, turning deeper and harder.
“mine tonight,” he whispered roughly, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your wet, sensitive clit. you moaned louder, bud ticklish and feeling like you were going to squirt—which you did, just seconds after.
jay’s so good and gentle with how he’s treating you it’s making your chest flutter. “yours, jay, yours,” you gasped as the head of his cock knocked against your cervix—jerking your body upwards with each pound.
“my pretty little trophy… taking my cock so well after the game.”
your moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing softly in the empty, locked, locker room as he drove into you again and again and again—sensual, hot, sinful, and so fucking good.
jay’s breathing turned ragged, forehead pressed to yours as he chased both your highs, the wet slap of your skin and your shared gasps filling the air. the player ended up cumming—shooting ropes and ropes of warm jizz on your pretty little face, landing some on your head.
seeing how well you’re cleaning his cock—jay realised he was far from done with you.
——
for sim jaeyun, everything had its place, neatly stacked in order of importance.
first came his family—always. then his friends (sunghoon and jay at top, then the rest of the people he knows). layla, his border collie, squeezed into that top tier too. studies came strongly after that because he believed it’s 100% his future—
and finally, only then—way down the list—came fun.
and fun included his girlfriend, chloe. she was sweet, understanding, and never complained when he told her he had to study late or hang out with the boys. jake liked that about her—she knew her place in his priorities, and she respected it.
he never meant to rearrange that list.
“sorry we can’t do this at my apartment,” jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. “my girlfriend’s been staying over a lot lately and… yeah. i didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
you and jake shared multiple classes since the start of the semester, sitting in the same lecture halls but he’d never really talked to you. not until the professor paired you two together for a major project that counted half of the final grade.
now here you were—tucked away in a quiet, secluded corner of the library on the third floor. jake sat across from you, laptop open, highlighter between his teeth as he scribbled notes. you leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, a small knowing smile playing on your lips.
unlike the easy friendliness you’d shown jay, something about jake brought out a slightly different side of you—a bit more teasing, more… dominant? like you enjoyed watching the good boy squirm a little.
“that’s okay, jakey,” you replied, tilting your head, eyes locked onto his. “anywhere is fine at least we get it done, right?”
jake blinked, caught off guard by the nickname but didn’t comment on it. his cheeks warmed slightly, but he laughed it off. “yeah… exactly. studies first, you know? gotta keep priorities straight.”
you hummed, leaning forward on your elbow, chin resting on your hand as you watched him. jake had to do everything just from glancing at your cleavage sticking out from your shirt. the way your gaze lingered made the air between you feel a little heavier, more intimate—and jake figured this was why most girls wouldn’t want their boyfriends around a girl.
a pretty one at that too.
“that’s good. keeping everything in order like that, hehe.”
the words slipped out casually but jake’s ears turned pink anyway. he shifted in his seat, suddenly hyper–aware of how secluded this corner was—no one could really see the two of you back here.
he tried to steer the conversation back to the project, pointing at the screen as you scooted closer beside him. “so… for this second, i was thinking we could—”
“oh—you typed quantitative wrong here—”
you leaned in and pointed at the typo on his laptop screen. in the process, your chest brushed against his arm, soft and warm through your thin top that jake swore he felt the sponge of your bra.
jake froze.
his breath hitched, eyes widening for a split second as he felt the brief press of your chest against his bicep. a rush of heat shot straight through him and you felt the way he tensed up.
“oh—shit, sorry,” you said quickly, pulling back a little, though your voice didn’t sound even an ounce of guilt if he was being honest. “didn’t mean to interrupt you like that.”
his mouth went dry. he could still feel the ghost of the touch on his arm, and his brain was suddenly struggling to form normal sentences. “n—no, it’s okay,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks now matching the pink of his ears.
“don’t worry about it.”
you bit your lip to hide a small smile, watching the way composed jake was suddenly flustered. the good boy who kept his priorities straight was starting to crack a little. instead of moving back, you stayed right where you were—shoulders almost touching his, close enough that your perfume filled his nostrils.
you pointed at the screen again, this time more carefully, your nails tapping on the lcd. your voice dropped softer, with a hint of light dominant slipping through.
“see? right here. fix it, jakey.”
jake swallowed hard, nodding quickly as his fingers moved to the keyboard. but it was hard to focus on the project anymore—not when every time you shifted even slightly, he became hyper–aware of how close you were, and how dangerous his mind was playing at.
that damn cleavage and top.
maybe it was because jake met you during one of his ‘studying’ sessions, but you were quick to climb up his carefully built hierarchy. just like jay, you were easy to talk to, quick with your thoughts, and somehow jake liked… being told what to do. shamelessly.
“you’re so good at this,” you hummed softly, scooting your chair just a tiny bit closer until your knee brushed his under the table. “what’s something you’re not good at?”
you meant the project—but you also knew men like jake would divert the meaning elsewhere. something jake’s not good at is probably standing on his morals and keeping his priorities straight.
not when he’s easily swayed like this.
——
just two months after that, jake’s stacked priorities crumbled.
parked in a quiet, dimly lit corner of the campus parking lot at 11:49 p.m., the backseat of his car fogged up. he had a chemistry exam the next day—yet here he was.
“jakey…” you whispered against his mouth, voice low and teasing as you cupped his cheeks, fingers tapping against his skin. “you’re thinking too much again.” you continued, straddling his lap and brushing your lips against his.
“it’s late…” he breathed, even as his hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you down harder against the obvious bulge in his jeans. “test t’morrow… chloe… fuck, this is so wrong.”
you pouted playfully, rolling your hips and grinding against him in the meantime. “but you’ll ace the test tomorrow anyway, why bother?” you hummed, pressing your lips against him. jake groaned, head falling back against the seat. you purposely ignored the latter problem.
his morals screamed at him, but his body betrayed him completely.
clothes were pushed aside rather than fully removed—your skirt flipped up, panties pulled to the side, his jeans shoved down just enough. he had you on all fours, exactly how he liked it best: doggy style.
as all up for him to watch as it jiggles—yeah, fuck yeah. jake’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you from behind in one, full, deep thrust—instantly burying himself deep with a broken moan.
“shit—you feel so good, yn,” he gasped, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades for a second. the angle was beyond perfect—the cramped car, and your tight, wet, cunt while being so deep he could feel every clench around him.
“uh huh? what else?”
he started moving, savouring the way your back arched for him, the way you pushed back to meet every thrust, the way your ass jiggled when his pelvis slapped ‘em. “so tight, your pussy’s so tight, yn,” he rasped, picking up his pace. jake’s hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the space of the car. “i love it—love your pussy,”
jake’s cock was probably the longest you’ve had, reaching so deep your fingers, toys, and other boys had never been able to. “oh god, jakey, you’re so good,” you moaned aloud, palms flat against the fogged window.
“you’re ruining me,” jake groaned, one hand sliding up to push you down lower, chest pressed against the seat while your ass stayed up for him. “can’t stop thinkin’ about this—about you.”
his balls slapped against your wet pussy, dragging you velvet walls with each time he pulled out. you moaned sensually, gripping the edge of the seat as he fucked you faster, coming close. “then don’t stop, just do me all the time.”
that pushed him over the edge.
the boy’s grip tightened. he pulled you back onto his cock, deep with every thrust. the car rocked with his movements. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temple, morals completely shattered as he took you exactly how he loved—deep, rough, playful.
“want your cum, gosh—fuck, cum all over me,” you gasped, saliva leaking out from the edge of your mouth. your pussy squelched with every thrust, juices splattering on the leather seat. what a shame to the girlfriend, really.
he leaned over you, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other braced beside your head, pounding into you harder as he began chasing his end. “shouldn’t… i really shouldn’t…” he groaned, voice strained and broken.
“c’mon, be a good boy—give it to me, cumcumcum,”
the praise pushed him over—with a final moan, jake pulled out of your dripping pussy. he flipped you onto your back in one motion, trapping you between his knees. his hand pumped his slick, wet cock furiously, eyes dark and wild as he hovered above you.
you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes—lips parted, chest heaving, already arching your back and pushing your tits together for him. his abs tensed, jaw clenched tight.
“shit—i’m cumming—!”
thick liquidity, warm ropes of cum shot across your chest in messy spurts, painting your tits and collarbones white. some landed right on your nipple, dripping slowly down the curve which only caused jake to cum some more.
fuck, that’s so fucking hot—he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he kept stroking himself through it, milking every last drop until his cock twitched empty and his whole body shuddered.
you licked around your lips, smearing jake’s cum all over your pretty tits. it looked like you were lactating his cum.
“fuck… am i good enough, yn?” he murmured, chest heaving. “look at what you do to me.”
——
saturday night and sunghoon’s at a popular off–campus club with a group of his classmates. while he’s not much of a party guy, he came because one of them kept dragging him anyway, and he knew he couldn’t keep rejecting their advances for so long.
he’s sitting in the booth area, nursing drunks, bored, and detached while everyone else is loud and drunk. sunghoon doesn’t dance. doesn’t flirt. just watch.
that’s when he saw you.
you’re on the dance floor with your girlfriends, just being effortlessly sexy and attractive—the way your body swayed, hair sticking on your neck from the heat, the same curve of your smile that jay was starstrucked with.
and that damn black dress that hugged your curves just right.
sunghoon’s eyes locked on you instantly, he didn't smile when your eyes met his as well across the floor—just watching. instead of looking away shyly, you held his gaze for a few seconds, then your eyes travelled from the top of his head down to his shoes, and gave him a slow smile before turning back to your friends.
that was all it took for him.
sunghoon stood up, leaving his classmates’ drinks and stuffs on the table, and walked straight onto the crowd. he didn’t say anything at first—just slid in behind you, one hand slightly resting on your waist as he spun you around to meet him.
“hey,” he murmured, tall frame towering over you. “what’s that about?”
you tilted your head slightly, a playful, faux innocence smile playing on your lips. “what’s what about?”
his eyebrows furrowed just a fraction, but the corner of his mouth twitched—the tiniest hint of amusement and a thought of, wow, the audacity. his hand stayed on your waist, thumb pressing lightly into the fabric of your dress, holding you in place.
“that look you gave me,” he said, shrugging. “are you daring me?”
you let out a soft laugh that almost sounded like a scoff, eyes sparkling and laced with a kind of bratness that he never knew he was into. you didn’t pull away but instead stepped a little closer, letting your chest brush against his as you looked up at him through your lashes.
“and if i am?” you replied, sweetly. “what are you gonna do about it?”
morality had always been quite a blur to sunghoon.
he never lost sleep over it but rules, right and wrong, loyalty—they were just concepts that applied to other people. as long as it didn’t affect his image or his life or his close circle greatly, he didn’t care enough to draw hard lines.
and tonight, those blurry lines had just walked out of the club with him.
sunghoon didn’t say much as he guided you toward his black sedan by holding your hand in his. you glanced up at him, still wearing that same little smile. “you always drag girls out of clubs without asking their name?”
he unlocked the car with a soft beep and opened the front door for you. his eyes met yours—completely unbothered. “sunghoon,” he said simply. “and i don’t bring girls out anywhere.”
you let out a hum, but still slid into the front seat without hesitation. he followed right after, closing the door behind him. the inside of his car smelled strongly of his cologne, and as he started the engine, he didn’t bother with small talks. didn’t ask where you lived, nor did he offer to take you home.
sunghoon pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the city centre with his one hand occasionally brushing your thigh. you watched the streetlights flicker across his jawline and the way his expression said nothing eventhough the tension between you two in the car reeked with want.
“so… where are we going?”
“a hotel. closer than my place.”
——
the door had barely clicked shut before sunghoon had you pressed against the wall, mouth crashing into yours in a deep. hungry kiss. there was nothing gentle about it—his lips moved against yours with need, tongue sliding in immediately to taste you as one hand gripped your jaw, and the other pressed on your hip.
and you—you kissed him back just as greedily, fingers digging into his shoulders, tugging at his shirt like you wanted it off yesterday. “ngh—hngh,” you moaned into his mouth, tongue intertwining and sucking on one another.
sunghoon broke the kiss only long enough to pull your dress up and over your head at once, letting it drop to the floor. his hands were on you instantly—squeezing your tits, sliding down to grip your ass, yanking you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was through his pants.
“fuck,” he muttered against your lips, voice low. he bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue before kissing you again, deeper this time.
you moaned into his mouth, hands working frantically to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. the moment his bare chest pressed against yours, sunghoon groaned and lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you across the room, lips still on yours.
he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress dipping. before you could even catch your breath, sunghoon was crawling over you, shoving his pants and boxers fully down to free his thick, heavy cock.
and jesus—unlike jay or jake’s, sunghoon was packing.
“you’re so hot,” sunghoon licked his lips, hooked his fingers into your panties, ripped them down your legs, and spread your thighs wide open with his knees. he looked down at you for one brief second, then lined himself up.
“are you gonna fuck me? without even knowing my name?”
sunghoon paused, the corner of his mouth twitching into a cocky smirk. finally, he didn’t look cold. he pushed just the tip inside you, teasing, before answering.
“i know you, yn,”
your eyes almost widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across your features.
“how?”
he leaned down closer, one hand gripping your thigh as he slowly sank another inch deeper, stretching your tight cunt open. “i overhead your friends,” he murmured, hissing through his teeth as your pussy engulfed him.
you let out a soft moan, back arching as the familiar burn of being stretched came back to you. “fuck… you’re really something, hoonie.”
sunghoon bottomed out with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you. for a second, he stayed still—letting you feel and adjust every inch of him, his grip on your thighs tightened. you arched your back, eyes half–lidded as you looked up at him, that spark still burning bright behind your eyes.
“fuck me good, hoonie,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip as you began palming and playing with your tits, tweaking the perky buds. “make it worth me leaving my friends for you.”
“shh—shut up and let me do the work.”
that night, sunghoon fucked you for hours—the bed creaked loudly beneath as he fucked you deep and fast, hips snapping against yours with every thrust. his hands held your thighs spread wide, keeping you open as he pounded. the wet sounds of your bodies echoing in the hotel room.
“fuck—your cunt feels s’good,” sunghoon moaned, tipping his head against the headrest, jaw clenched tight. you hovered right over his hard, slick cock. sunghoon’s eyes never left yours as you sank down onto him, taking every inch until your ass met his lap.
a broken moan left your lips at the deeper angle. sunghoon groaned too, his fingers digging harder. “look at you,” he murmured, eyes roaming over your face, your bouncing, marked, tits, lips parted in pleasure with your tongue sticking out.
fuck. this is why sunghoon loved cowgirl. watching every lewd, pretty expression, every flutter of your eyelashes, your mouth opened to moan his name—because of this cock.
you started moving, rolling your hips in sensual circles, then bouncing on his cock with more force. his hands guided you, but he let you do most of the work, just like he liked it. his gaze stayed locked on your face the entire time.
“you’re so big, hoonie, oh jesus fuck,” you moaned eagerly, biting your lip. with each time you bounced on it, the head of his cock kissed your cervix sweetly and it felt so fucking good. he pulled you down closer by the nape of your neck, and kissed you deeply while you rode him.
“that’s it… just like that, baby,” he rasped against your mouth, kissing the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. “ride my cock like a good girl—let me see how pretty you look when you cum on me again.”
his free hand moved between your bodies to circle and pinch your perky buds. the combination made your rhythm falter, thighs shaking as you bounced faster, chasing the high.
sunghoon kept watching you—obsessed. he kissed you again and again, swallowing your moans, occasionally bucking his hips to meet your movements and driving himself even deeper.
“cummin’ soon, babe?” he murmured against your lips, now moving his hand to rub that sensitive, wet, clit. “cum on me—then i’ll fill you up.”
you could only moan his name as the pleasure built higher and higher, your hips moving desperately.
sunghoon, who never thought he’d ever cheat on sooha, let alone creampie another girl he just met raw—watched your face with almost possessive gaze. he had always been careful, even with someone who has little to no morals.
and you—who had literally never let anyone cum inside you before—were seconds away from letting him be the first.
your thighs shook as the orgasm crashed over you. “fuck—!” you cried out, clenching hard around him, hips stuttering as you came and squirted all over his cock. the feeling of your pussy pulsing and gushing around him pushed sunghoon over the edge.
thick, hot spurts of semen flooded inside you, filling you up the very first time. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper.
one night stand—this won’t ruin anything for sunghoon.
right?
——
“so,” jay started, leaning back against the railing with that smirk of his, “valentine’s next week. you guys already got plans locked in?”
jake nodded, smiling. “don’t even say it. i booked the restaurant last month because i know she’ll kill me if i forget. we’ll probs just have dinner together.” he shook his head, sipping his canned beer. “gotta keep the girlfriend happy, right?”
sunghoon took a slow sip of his as well, shrugging and unbothered as ever. “i’ll probably just take sooha out on a breakfast and shopping. i got plans that night.”
jay raised an eyebrow, turning to him with curiousity. “oh? what are you doing that night?”
he didn’t even flinch, just stared down at the small puddle of water around the can opening where his mouth kissed it. “bringing yeji out,” he said, absentmindedly swirling the alcohol in the can. “she’s been begging me to take her out. figured valentine’s night is as good as any.”
jake let out a laugh, completely buying it. “damn, she’s gonna milk you dry.” he commented, then glanced at jay from where he’s sitting. “what about you? something big again?”
“nah, think minji wants something intimate this time.” he hummed, looking out at the yard—people were chatting, dancing, and drunk to their heads. “maybe i’ll cook and we’ll spend the day at mine. who knows.”
“what a romance.”
the three of them continued talking easily—hopping from one topic to another—arguing whose girlfriend was more demanding, whose more whipped, and reminiscing about things they’ll never get back.
none of them even knew that they each shared the same secret—and little did they know, she was walking around the party downstairs right under their noses.
down in the crowded kitchen, you leaned against the counter, red cup in hand, while heeseung stood in front of you—close enough that his arm rested on the counter beside your waist.
“oh, i don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied, taking a small sip from your cup while holding his gaze. heeseung grinned, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice so only you could hear him over the loud music.
“good. because i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. you’re always so hard to catch alone.” his fingers lightly tapped the counter next to your hip. “what do you say? let me take you somewhere nice this valentines?”
you bit your lip, pretending to think about it—
but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“yn?”
sunghoon.
he was frowning. the usual expression on his face didn’t change much except for the tightness of his jaw, and the way his gaze flicked to heeseung’s hand near your hip.
heeseung turned his head, still smiling. “oh, hey man—”
sunghoon didn’t let him finish.
without a word, he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your waist and firmly pulled you away from the counter and away from heeseung. “come with me,” he said quietly, already leaving the kitchen.
you barely had time to shoot heeseung an apologetic smile before sunghoon guided you through the crowd, up the stairs, and into one of the empty guest rooms on the second floor. he closed the door—but didn’t lock it—the party noise instantly muffled.
“the fuck was that?” he asked, frowning and confused. “heeseung? really? you let him get that close to you?”
sunghoon took a step closer, towering over, eyes narrowed.
“i thought we had an understanding,” he continued, laced with unfair possessiveness. “you didn’t even tell me you’d be here—then i caught you with some dude flirting?”
before you could form a reply, his hand came up to grip your cheeks, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you couldn’t wait till i take you out on valentines?”
you looked up at him, a scoff escaped you—and a small smile tugged at your lips. “so you can have fun with sooha… but i can’t do the same with heeseung?”
his jaw tightened; and for a second, he just stared at you, thumb brushing over your lower lips. he let out a low, breathy scoff, almost a laugh—but there was no humour in it. “you’re really testing me,” he murmured, clicking his tongue.
“sooha’s my girlfriend. she gets breakfast and shopping because that’s what keeps everything quiet. you…” he paused, free hand slid down to your waist where he squeezed the flesh. “you get me at night. isn’t that better? i’m about to fuck you all night and you’re gettin’ jealous over some fucking breakfast?”
he tilted your head slightly, fingers digging into your flesh.
“don’t compare yourself to her. and don’t let another guy put his hands near you again.”
he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss, gripping your jaw tighter as he devoured your mouth. the kiss was messy and intense—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, low groans between you.
you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading into his hair and tugging hard, making him groan into your mouth.
“fuuuccckkk,” he grunted between the kiss—turning and walking you backwards until your legs hut the edge of the bed. without breaking the kiss, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you, body pressing into the sheets.
his hands roamed greedily—one sliding under your dress to grip your thigh, the other pinning your wrists above your head. “oh my, hngh,” you moaned softly, arching up into him as he ground his hips down against you. sunghoon bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue.
“always pissin’ me off—”
his phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand.
sunghoon ignored it initially, lips moving down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark as the ringing continued. “jesus—shut the fuck up…” he murmured, merely glancing at his phone. he assumed it was just one of his friends, or just anyone but—
“sunghoon, you in here—?”
jake’s voice died in his throat. jay stood right beside him, phone in his hand—both of them froze in the doorway, eyes wide as they took in the scene.
you lying on the bed, dress hiked up, lips swollen from kissing. sunghoon on top of you, one hand under your dress, his lips glistened from saliva, hair messy from your fingers.
for a long, suffocating second, nobody moved.
sunghoon’s head snapped up, eyes widening in genuine shock, his expression completely shattered—he was caught. fucking caught. by his own bestfriends. they weren’t supposed to fucking know that he’s not loyal to sooha. the same two guys he swore loyalty to since teenangers.
the colour drained from his face.
jake and jay stared, wide–eyed, stunned.
“...yn?” jake breathed out first, voice barely above a whisper, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay’s mouth opened, then closed—replaced by pure disbelief. instead of addressing the elephant in the room—which was sunghoon fucking cheating—your name came out first.
the realisation hit them both at the same time—how the fuck did all of them came to know you? if jay knew you because of his affair, and jake knew you too—and sunghoon too—then were they all having an affair with you?
they’d been secretly fucking the same girl for months—?!
you, still pinned under sunghoon, felt your stomach drop.
“oh my fucking gosh…” you whispered, eyes wide, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. you propped yourself up on your elbows, hand flew up to cover your mouth, but it was useless.
the shock, the absurdity, the fact that you had been playing all three of them without any of them knowing… it was all crashing down at once.
sunghoon finally pulled his hand out from under your dress and sat up slightly. he looked between his two bestfriends, voice strained. “look—this isn’t what it looks like.”
jake let out a broken, disbelieving laugh. “you’re on top of her, dude.”
jay’s grip tightened—he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time.
“you.. and sunghoon?” his voice cracked. “how long has this been going on?”
the room was thick and silent for half a second.
then it clicked.
sunghoon’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at jay—then slowly turned his head toward jake. the realisation hit him. “wait…” he muttered. “how the fuck do you know her?”
jake’s face went pale—he blinked rapidly and swallowed the lump in his throat. “yeah… how do you know yn?”
jay’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. his gaze flicked between you and sunghoon, confusion turning into dawning horror. sunghoon sat up straighter, but not off you. all three boys were now staring directly at you.
“how do you know jay?”
“and how the hell do you know jake?”
“you and sunghoon—?”
now the focus shifted entirely on you.
you were still lying on the bed, dress rumpled, lips swollen, heart hammering in your chest. three pairs of eyes—shocked, jealous, and confused—were locked on you.
“i—”
you tried to sit up, tugging your dress down with shaky hands. “i—i didn’t know? ah, i swear… it just… happened? i mean—”
you were clearly flustered, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. “i never thought—i didn’t know you guys knew each other—?”
before you could finish, jake reached behind him and closed the door with a soft click, locking the four of you inside. both of them walked closer to the bed, their expressions shifting from confusion to something more of—betrayal and disbelief.
jay ran a hand through his hair, letting out a short laugh. “wow… you’ve been fucking all of us?” his voice was low, eyes wide. “our own friend group?”
why didn’t they blame each other—? you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. you guys were the asshole cheaters in the first place! so they could cheat on their girlfriends, but god forbids a girl have fun with multiple guys?
“have you been playing us the whole time? jake asked. “letting jay fuck you, me, now sunghoon pinning you down like that?”
just as you were about to open your mouth, sunghoon squished your cheeks together and slammed his lips against yours roughly—teeth clashing and grazing your lips. you whimpered into the kiss, hands instinctively grabbing his shirt.
when sunghoon finally pulled back, you grasped for air. his thumb dragged across your botton lip. “there’s no point hiding anymore, is there?”
the tension snapped.
jay moved first, climbing onto the bed and grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. “c’mere, baby.” jake was right behind him, kneeling on your other side. sunghoon stayed where he was, between your knees, watching as his two bestfriends started touching you.
in seconds, your dress was being yanked up and over your head. hands were everywhere—jake’s mouth on your neck, jay’s hands squeezing your tits, sunghoon’s fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs.
you were panting, head spinning from the sudden overload.
“look at her,” jay murmured, voice thick as he pinched your nipple, eliciting a moan. “pretty little side chick… been taking all three of us like a whore.” jake groaned, kissing down your chest. “and we thought we were the only ones… fuck, that’s so hot.”
sunghoon gripped your jaw again, turning your face toward him. “open your mouth.”
the second you did, and he kissed you again—rough and deep—while jay and jake worked together pleasing your tits. jay’s hand wandered along your tummy—down to your bare, wet cunt.
his fingers slid between your folds, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. “shit, so soaked.”
“fuckin’ dripping for us already,” sunghoon said, moving to give jake a space to settle between your spread legs. “turn over,” sunghoon ordered, commanding as he grabbed your hips. “on your hands and knees now, c’mon.”
your body obeyed before your brain could catch up—which shocked jake a little since with him, you were never this obedient. you were flipped onto all fours in the middle of the bed, ass up, back arched, completely exposed.
jake gripped your asscheeks, spreading them wide enough as he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from your clit, all the way up to your dripping hole. “fuck, taste s’good,” he moaned, his cock beneath his pants twitched. he dove back in, licking and sucking messily while jay knelt in front of you. he tilted your chin up, hard cock already freed from his pants, thick and leaking.
“open that pretty mouth, baby.”
you parted your lips and he instantly pushed the head of his cock past them, sliding deep into your warm mouth with a satisfied groan. “oh, fuuuuck… your mouth always feels s’good…”
sunghoon stayed at your side, one hand already palming and stroking his cock while the other reached underneath to rub circles on your clit as jake french–kissed your pussy. “look at you,” sunghoon murmured. “what a slut… taking all taken men at once. this what you wanted, isn’t it?”
jake hummed against your pussy and you felt the curve of his mouth forming into a smile—the vibration making your thighs quiver. jay thrusted into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. “been screwing each of us behind the other’s backs…” jay groaned, pushing deeper until you gagged.
“greedy little girl.”
your muffled moan around jay’s cock was the only answer they needed.
jake was the first to pull back from between your legs, shiny with your juices. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swimming with pure need. “i’m going first,” he said, settling behind you. “been dying to fuck you again since the last time.”
sunghoon and jay didn’t argue. they simply shifted positions.
jake moved behind you, gripping your hips tightly and lining up his hard cock with your dripping entrance. without any warning or heads up, he pushed in with one deep thrust—bottoming out in a single stroke.
“oh, fuuuck…” he groaned aloud, head falling back as your tight walls clenched around him. “still so ’ tight… missed this pussy so much.” jake started thrusting—deep strokes that rocked your body forward.
at the same time, sunghoon knelt in front of you. he grabbed your hair gently but firmly, guiding your mouth to his cock. “open up,” he ordered quietly. you obeyed, lips parting as he slid his thick length into your mouth. sunghoon let out a groan, eyes half–lidded as he watched you take him inch by inch.
jay moved to your side, kneeling close enough that his cock was right next to your face. your hand instinctively wrapped around his length, stroking his wet cock while you sucked his best friend’s.
the room filled with wet, porno sounds—jake’s hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you from behind, the slick sounds of your mouth working sunghoon’s dick, and your hand pumping jay’s length. every now and then, jake would slap you ass—gripping, squeezing, and spreading and watched as your asshole twitched.
“aw, pretty baby,” jay grunted, wrapping his bigger hand around yours as he guided you through it out. “taking all three of us so well, mm? perfect girl.”
next to him, sunghoon scoffed. jake panted and runted like a dog—gripping your hips harder as he pounded into you. “oh—hah—you feel so good, oh fuck, i missed this so much—missed you so much.”
sunghoon glanced at jake before his hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he picked up his pace fucking your mouth. “that’s it… suck me just like that—how you’d do with all the other guys, babe.”
jay groaned, hips twitching into your fist. “yeah—? do you have other guys you’re fucking aside us, yn?”
you instantly shook your head as much as you could with sunghoon’s cock buried in your mouth, a desperate, muffled, “mm—mm” vibrating around him.
“right,” sunghoon clicked his tongue. the memory of you getting hit on by heeseung playing in the back of his head. if you were able to hide jake and jay from him for months—who knew who else?
every thrust from jake pushed you forward onto sunghoon’s cock, forcing you to take him even deeper down your throat. you were gagging around him, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth but you kept sucking.
jake’s rhythm started to falter. his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he fucked you harder from behind. “hah—i’m close, oh god,” he groaned. “wanna fill you up—i can fill you up, right? hngh—you’ll let me?”
he slammed into you a few more times, deep and desperate, burying himself to the hilt. now—jay and sunghoon never knew jake was someone who’s into this but who were they to judge? the contrast between how you were with jake, sunghoon, and jay made them want to laugh.
with jay, you’re treated as the princess of the princess—sweet, gentle, kind words—like you’re the girlfriend. with jake, you got to order and command—and he’s always so fucking into being called a good boy. with sunghoon? with sunghoon—you’re the brat that needed some punishment.
you nodded your head and that was all jake needed.
“hah—cumming—” he rasped. you felt the first hot spurts of his cum flood deep inside you. the puppy boy kept grinding into you, milking every drop as he creampied you, his cock twitching. a low whine escaped your throat, muffled.
when jake finally pulled out, a thick trail of his cum leaked from your cunt.
“next,” jake panted, voice hoarse as he moved aside.
they filled you onto your back.
the player immediately took his place between your legs, but instead of fucking you missionary, he turned you slightly onto your side. he lifted your top leg, hooking it over his hip, and instantly slid his throbbing cock into your cum–filled cunt in one thrust.
“ah—! jay!” you moaned aloud, followed by jay’s groan. the warmth from jake’s cum wasn’t helping the situation at all. it felt so fucking good. “she’s so slippery with your cum, jake… so filthy.”
he started fucking you from the side—deep, rolling thrusts that let him hit every sensitive spot. you’re beyond embarrassed at this point. your creamy pussy that gushes cum with each thrust, how exposed and bare and wet you were for the other two boys to see.
you wondered if this was the consequences of your actions.
jake moved up beside your head, still breathing hard. he groped your tits greeding—how he loved them—squeezing and kneading, pinching your sweaty nipples as he leaned down to kiss and bite along your neck.
‘hngh—yn, i love these so much,” he muffled, sucking and tugging at your boobs. “so soft, you’re so squishy.”
sunghoon shifted to your other side, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. his tongue slid against yours while jay continued fucking you from the side, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into your creampied pussy filling the room.
sunghoon kissed you like he couldn’t bear not doing anything while the other two boys had their fun. he was almost annoyed and pissed that they just had to interrupt him having you all to himself earlier.
“is this what you like?” jake murmured against your neck, his hands never stopping roaming. he groped your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, then slid one hand down to rub your clit in lazy circles while jay thrusted into you. “taking jay’s dick right after i filled you up… you’re so hot, yn.”
“hngh—jay, oh fuck, you’re so big—” you moaned into sunghoon’s mouth in which he instantly shut you up. jay groaned, picking up the pace, hips snapping harder. “fuck. i can feel your cum every time i push in, jake. poor sweetheart, do you like this, baby?”
sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to let you breathe, lips brushing yours. “answer him while he’s fucking you.”
your body trembled between the three guys as you answered: “yes, yes, yesyesyes—! i—i love all three of you, oh my fuck!” you cried out, chasing sunghoon’s lips as you began sucking his bottom lip. you moaned shamelessly into his mouth while jay’s cock dragged against your walls.
“we love you too.”
behind you, jay smirked—and jake couldn’t help from smiling.
“show us how much you love it, please?” jake murmured against your nipple, his fingers never slowing down—pressing and rubbing your clit. “squirt for us—make a mess all over jay’s dick.”
he began rubbing harder—and the pressure coiled fast. too fast.
before you knew it, your thighs started shaking uncontrollably. your back arched sharply as jake’s fingers and jay’s cock worked you together. “oh, i’m gonna—!”
you didn’t even get to finish.
with a loud, broken cry, you squired around jay’s cock. clear fluid gushed out of you, soaking jay’s hips, the sheets, and jake’s hand. your whole body convulsed, pussy clenching and pulsing violently.
“fuck—!” jay groaned, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. the feeling of you squiring all over him while still full of jake’s cum pushed him over the edge. without any warning, he buried himself deep and came—thick ropes of cum shooting right inside.
he kept grinding into you through his orgasm, pushing every drop deeper as your squirt continued to leak around his cock.
sunghoon watched the while thing, still kissing you through your high, swallowing every broken moan and whimper.
when jay finally stilled, panting against your shoulder, the room was filled with heavy breathing and the obscene sound of cum and squirt dripping onto the sheets. jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nipple while his fingers slowed on your oversensitive clit.
“good girl…” jay murmured, kissing your temple. “such a perfect girl.”
jay pulled out slowly, another mix of squirt and both their cum leaking out of your used cunt like whipped cream, jay smirked, giving your ass a squeeze.
“my turn.”
sunghoon didn’t waste a single second.
he moved between your legs, pushing them wide open as he settled on top of you in full missionary, his frame caged you in, eyes locked onto yours that always made your tummy flip. without warning, he slid two fingers deep into your cum–filled pussy, curcling them instantly.
“hah—hoonie—!” you gasped, back arching off the bed as he started fingering you—fast and deep, wet sounds loud and filthy as he stirred jake and jay’s cum inside you. “feel that, babe? he muttered. “so full already—yet so slutty for more.”
he pumped his fingers harder, scissoring them, pushing the mixed loads deeper while his thumb rub your swollen clit. your legs trembled around him, overstimulation making tears prick.
only when you were whimpering and gasping did sunghoon finally pull his fingers out. he brought them up to your mouth.
“clean ‘em.”
you obediently opened your lips, sucking his fingers clean of the messy mix of cum while he watched. then, he lined up his thick, needy cock—and pushed into you in one deep thrust, slow enough to let you feel every inch and veins of him.
a broken moan tore from your throat.
sunghoon bottomed out, holding your hips. “shit… so warm and wet,” he breathed, and began to move. his thrusts were hard and deliberate, hips snapping forward with every stroke, driving jake and jay’s cum even deeper.
he kept you in missionary the whole time—face to face, eyes locked, his body pressed flush against yours. one hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider. the other slid up to wrap gently around your throat, holding you there.
“open your mouth.”
you obeyed instantly, lips paring, tongue slightly out naturally.
sunghoon leaned in first. he gathered spit in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your tongue, watching with a smirk as it landed right on your tongue. jake moved in simultaneously, hovering above you as he spat directly into your open mouth, a thick string of saliva mixing with sunghoon’s. jay too—tilted your head upward gently before spitting into your mouth as well.
all three of their spit mixed together on your tongue—so fucking humiliating in the best way.
“swallow, baby, c’mon,” jay murmured, kissing your cheek. sunghoon tightened his grip on your throat just a little, you swallowed the thick saliva, throat bobbing under his palm. the taste of all three of them made your pussy clench hard around sunghoon’s cock.
“fuck, she just squeezed me,” sunghoon groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you harder. “such a nasty little cumslut.”
jake chuckled, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth as he palmed your tits. jay’s hand slid down to rub your clit as sunghoon pounded into you deeply—”nasty little girl, look at you,” jay murmured, caressing your hair.
“you love being used like this? who taught you to be so slutty, baby, hm?”
sunghoon’s eyes never left yours—your half–lidded, crossed, rolled to the back glossy eyes. he fucked you relentlessly, wet squelching sounds of his cock stirring the mixed cum inside you filling the room. his hand stayed around your throat as he fucked your cunt like a fleshlight, claming while jake had his fun with your tits, and jay continued teasing your clit from the side.
you were a complete mess—trembling, moaning, drooling… barely got to focus on the moving ceiling above. your tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust—a sight jake could cum alone.
sunghoon’s thrusts grew sharper, deeper, and more desperate. his grip on you throat tightened just a fraction as he groaned against your lips. “fuck… ‘m cummin’—”
he straightened up, canines digging into his bottom lip as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. the hardest he’s ever ejaculated. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded and washed over deep inside you, mixing with the cum from jake and jay before.
as usual, he kept grinding into you, pushing every drop as deep as possible while his cock twitched inside your overused, overfilled pussy.
at the same time, the two boys kneeled on either side of your head—jerking themselves off furiously above you, breathing heavily. “shit, shit, shit,” jay rasped, thick spurts of cum landing across your tits and collarbones.
“oh, gosh, yn, please,” jake whimpered, following just right after as he painted your face and chest with more warm cum. their softened cocks rested on your chest, with jay’s twitching again as it rubbed your nipple.
you lay there, panting, body covered in their cum—tits glistening like you milked out semen, pussy leaking a creamy mix of all three of them, throat marked from sunghoon’s hands and jake’s bites, lips swollen from jay’s kisses.
the room was silent except for heavy breathing and panting.
sunghoon pulled out—agonisingly slow—watching his thick cum drip and burst out from your stretched hole. fuck—what a sight, he thought. he wasn’t sure if this would be the last time. your pussy twitched and spasmed around nothing, thighs trembling with orgasm as you shivered.
jay leaned to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. jake’s softened cock caressed your other cheek as the owner pumped the mixed cum back inside your puffy pussy with his fingers. sunghoon pressed a soft, loving kiss to your lips.
“you’re our secret girl now.”
you lay between them—as the three sworn, soulmates bestfriends who used to swear they had no secrets finally agreed on one secret:
they would share their perfect little side chick—away from their girlfriends, and away from all the other guys out there.
pairing. g!p! sub! daniela avanzini x dom! sophia laforteza
contains. blowjob, teasing, degradation.
summary. daniela is usually confident and dominant with her girls… but not with sophia.
word count. 1k
author’s note. i know this is not you guys cup of tea, half of my followers only read x reader fics and half are meizinis lol, tbh, this isn’t my usual content or genre either, but i decided to give it a try… maybe you will like it, give it a try too.
it was only a break before the after party.
twenty minutes for a snack and some water after the long and tiring show, the girls should be just getting ready for the next round at one of manon’s friends house. but for daniela, things were different, because in a particular part of the last dance break, while the song played loud in their ears and the screams of the fans filled the stage, sophia made a wrong move.
a wrong move, or a very, very right move.
her position was just before daniela, and she wore nothing more than a tiny skirt with the black tight shorts underneath, the beat of the song barely reached daniela’s mind as she felt her cock grow hard in her tight pants in a matter of seconds, she focused on the choreography, she tried to focus on the sounds echoing so loud in her ears, on the crowd screaming at every move she made, on everything but the way sophia had looked so hot on all fours, her movements so suggestive, as if… daniela couldn’t think about that without having her dick throbbing.
she did either way.
daniela was not easily shy, she was confident, she was the type of girl who walked into a room and everyone looked, she never had a problem in flirting with a girl to get what she wanted, in real life or over social media, on a party or on a cafeteria, drunk or not, daniela knew how to do it.
but not with sophia.
for some insane reason, sophia always made the latina so… nervous. whenever they flirted on stage just to make the fans scream, in that one choreography where they had to be so close and stare in each other’s eyes for a few seconds, daniela could feel her heart pounding and her dick beating. she couldn’t bring herself to ask sophia if everything was really just for the fans' eyes, to make a move, even to stop it since they had so much to lose.
gladly, the older was everything that daniela was with those other girls, even a little more.
in a matter of minutes after the show ended she had daniela sit down on the couch backstage, lip between her teeth, hands hesitantly resting on the couch by her sides, lifting her hips just enough for sophia to put her pants down.
“where is that confident dani? hm? where is that girl who sleeps with a different chick in every city we pass through?” sophia teased as she grabbed daniela’s thick cock by the base, the tip was flushed red, the veins along the shaft pulsing slightly, so sensitive that had dani hissing under her breath.
“she’s gone, right? for me, you’re just like a stupid puppy, who goes all nervous and dumb the second i touch your cock, right?” sophia’s tone was so gentle as she started stroking dani’s dick between her long fingers, even licking her palm to lube a little and make it easier. her perfect face was so close to the throbbing shaft, her plump lips just an inch away.
“stop… sophi…” dani mumbled. if it was any other girl, daniela would just push her lips on her cock, make the bitch choke on her dick as she had done so, so many times… but dani respected her leader too much for that, and she felt so pathetic, like every word leaving sophia’s mouth were the absolute truth.
the older girl’s smile was sincere as she finally stuck her tongue out to lick the cock in her hand, from the base to the tip, big eyes staring at daniela’s hazel ones the whole time, her warm tongue flat as she gave kitten licks as if savoring an ice cream. daniela made a cute noise that made her bandmate smile even wider. sophi gave a last lick to the drooling tip before slapping softly the heavy meat against her cheek. daniela hissed, it looked so big like this, and even then, she couldn’t take charge. pathetic.
“dios, i love it when you do that.” she whispered, sophia did it again, she wasn’t so mean to deny her dani. “put it… put it in your mouth now.”
“say please.” the older answered.
“fuck, sophia…” daniela complained, still, she didn’t grab her leader’s hair, she didn’t force her head down, she didn’t demand, she didn’t take charge, she stayed still and said please. “please… please, fuck, please, sophi.”
that was enough for the filipina, she finally wrapped her lips around daniela’s swollen tip, swallowing it in her mouth and humming at the taste, daniela’s head fall back only for a second, she didn’t want to lose that spectacle of a scene, sophia bobbing her head up and down on her dick, wide eyes staring up at her, daring her to try to be in control even for a second.
“look at you… so hungry for it…” dani’s words slipped out her mouth before she could stop them. “little slut.”
sophia immediately pushed back and daniela knew she had ruined it, the pink cock slide out the older’s girl mouth with a pop, sophia’s hand started to move in a blur, making the soft, controlled moans and groans that were leaving daniela’s lips turn into sweet whines, desperate and overwhelmed. “little slut?” she repeated, her hand squeezed dani’s dick at the tip and then stroked faster at the length, milking her. “am i the little slut?”
daniela could only moan as she felt her orgasm so close, embarrassingly close, unbelievable close, her legs trembled and she squeezes her fists until her knuckles turned white.
“sophi! ah– sophi…” she came.
her cum painted sophia’s hands and her own thighs, three jets of hot liquid, daniela was panting hard, her face flushed, her skin sweaty, how could sophia make her come so fucking fast?
sypnosis ᯓ★ sophia can never resist her girl….and daniela takes advantage of that
warnings ᯓ★ clubbing, grinding, temptation, dom!sophia, neck kisses, semi-public sex, cum swallowing, cumming inside, g!p sophia, p in v, tit play, riding, bondage, oral(d receiving).
song choices ᯓ★ player’s prayer by lloyd, collide by justine skye ft tyga
sophia knew how weak she was for her girl; tonight was no exception.
the two girls decided to go to a club, trying to get some relief after being pop stars. daniela suggested the place, a club lara had gone to downtown. it was perfect; loud music, good drinks, sensual.
sophia agreed to meet her outside of their apartment complex at 8. daniela got ready in a black dress, and sophia wore a matching black suit.
now here they were, dancing in the crowd like there was no tomorrow.
daniela’s hands were on sophia’s cheeks, the two stars singing along to each other as the base dropped. the younger girl turned her back to sophia, kissing her hand before grinding her ass against sophia’s pelvis.
it caused the leader’s pulse to spike, heat pooling low in her abdomen as daniela moved her ass against her girl’s crotch again.
“fuck, mahal…”
sophia whispered, her eyes dilated like crazy as daniela came back up to kiss her. daniela smiled into the kiss, knowing the effect she had on her girlfriend.
“you like that, mami? like when i grind on you, hm?”
daniela teased her girlfriend, guiding her lips to her neck. sophia got the message, her lips immediately getting to work on the latina’s neck. her skin was so soft, her perfume engulfing the older girl’s surroundings.
they swayed to the rhythm, sophia’s lips now gone from the crook in daniela’s neck. her hands roamed the dancer’s body, daniela’s body fitting perfectly into sophia’s grasp.
and though sophia lips wasn’t on daniela’s neck, the latina wanted them to be somewhere else.
so she stood straight, turning back to face sophia. she kissed the older girl’s lips, her hand fisting her hair.
“meet me in the bathroom, amor.”
daniela whispered in her girl’s ear, voice full of seduction as she left sophia on the dance floor alone. the filipina’s breath hitched as she watched daniela walk away, her hips swaying in that sultry way she loved.
sophia adjusted her top, tying her hair in a perfect bun before heading to the restroom. the base quieted as she closed the door, daniela standing at the mirrors.
she was touching up her lipstick, the material causing a dark brown tint on her lips. sophia watched as her girlfriend rubbed her lips together, turning to face the older girl.
“you enjoying the view, soph?”
daniela teased, a smirk spreading on her face as sophia struggled to answer. she walked over to her girlfriend, arms wrapping around her neck. daniela kissed the leader, pressing into the tint in her pants. sophia broke the kiss, leading her to the largest stall before locking it.
sophia gestured to the bulge in her suit pants, prominent and quite large. daniela’s eyes widened, letting the older girl guide their lips together again. she hummed, tongue slipping into daniela’s mouth.
“i wanna taste you before i fuck you, baby…”
her words sent a shudder down the latina’s spine, sophia kissing down her body. she gradually made her way down daniela’s body, slipping one of her dress straps down. sophia toyed with one of the dancer’s hard nipples, sucking on it for a short period of time.
it got a loud whine to come out of daniela’s mouth, the younger girl’s hand flying to sophia’s hair for a bit of control. sophia continued her journey down daniela’s body, lifting the hem of her dress up. the leader looked up, a teasing smile on her face.
“so wet for me, dani. tell me, is this how you want me, amor? on my knees, pleasing you?”
daniela nodded, her need growing. sophia only chuckled, beginning to kiss her inner thighs before slipping the latina’s slick panties down and out of the way.
“w-what if someone hears us?” “let them hear how well i taste you, then.”
fuck, daniela thought. another moan practically ripped from the younger girl’s throat. sophia had licked a stripe up daniela’s clit, wet sounds echoing in the bathroom. the leader continued her attack on daniela’s cunt, licking and kissing at her sensitive spot. she let out a hum, causing vibrations to go through daniela’s clit.
“shit, baby..”
daniela herself whined, grinding her hips down on sophia’s face. the older girl gradually accepted it, her actions getting faster. she could feel her girlfriend’s climax, and wanted to get her there as fast as possible.
after a few more thrusts of sophia’s tongue daniela fully climaxed, body shaking from the pleasure.
sophia swallowed every drop, eyes locked with the latina as she did so. she stood back up, helping daniela fix her dress straps. sophia kissed daniela’s lips, arms around her waist.
daniela moved to turn around, ass pressing against sophia’s still pulsing bulge.
sophia spun the younger girl around, pressing a few tender kisses to her neck. daniela let out a sigh, arms wrapping around her girlfriend’s neck.
“is this your way of teasing me, amado?” daniela asked, tilting her head up to give sophia more access. the affection didn’t last long, sophia pulling away and grabbing her phone.
“i’m calling our uber to take us home- i wanna make you feel good in the right place.”
fast forward back to their apartment complex, sophia kept her promise to daniela. clothes were scattered on the floor, sophia’s hands tied to the headboard with one of her own ties.
daniela finally removed her girlfriend’s briefs, her member hard and pulsing. the tip was a dark pink, pre-cum leaking down.
the latina stroked sophia a few times from base to tip, preparing her cunt a top the leader’s cock.
“ready?”
sophia just nodded, eyes on daniela the entire time. once the latina sunk down it was practically heaven,
“o-oh…fuck, soph-”
the younger girl moaned out, hands playing with her own tits as she rode sophia’s cock. sophia herself let out a whine, her hips continuing to buck up and meet daniela’s hips.
the room was filled with wet sounds once again, skin sticky as sophia came close to climaxing.
“so close dani…lemme cum inside you..”
daniela nodded, head cocking back as sophia let go inside of her. breathing slowed down as daniela lifted herself up, leaning down to kiss sophia.
the filipina smiled into the kiss, flipping the two girls over.
“i think it’s time i fulfilled my promise to you, yeah?”
sophia aligned her dick to daniela’s entrance once again, looking up at her girlfriend.
“tell me when to stop, mahal.”
daniela nodded, eyes closing as sophia eased the tip of her length between daniela’s folds. after a few moments daniela was able to adjust to the size, and gave sophia a kiss as the green light.
and so, she pushed all the way in.
the sensation was fantastic.
“shit, daniela…”
sophia mumbled, pulling out a little before thrusting back in. daniela held onto the older girl’s back for leverage, feeling her muscles working as sophia slid her cock in and out of daniela’s pussy.
“feel how hard i am for you? you feel what you do to me, daniela? this, this is what you do to me.”
sophia spoke with a sense of possession in her voice, a sense that she knew daniela loved. daniela could only respond with a loud moan, hands clawing at sophia’s back.
the older girl angled her hips, speeding up her thrusts; she wanted the latina to come once more, she knew daniela had it in her.
“feel s’good around my dick, dani. wanna make you cum again..”
sophia’s voice strained, her dick hitting the dancer’s g-spot as she thrusted even faster. daniela’s mouth hung open, words unable to form at the level of pleasure she was feeling.
eventually, daniela came rather violently, body convulsing slightly as squirts of cum coated sophia’s length. she pulled all the way out, releasing on the sheets.
the two girls then got out of the bed, sophia putting the sheets in a dirty hamper and daniela running the shower.
after a nice, hot shower they got into their pajamas, cuddling up in bed as sophia put on ‘mona lisa smile’ on as daniela fell asleep in her arms.
daniela realising that sophia is g!p, how does she react when she sees the other girls monstrous cock
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it was no surprise that sophia only wore baggy bottoms. it was her style. even on stage she was always in jorts or a baggy pair of pants. non of the girls questioned sophias taste in style because they assumed she wasn’t comfortable. her casual wear was usually big baggy jeans and a crop top. during rehearsal practices all the girls wore short shorts yet sophia was the only one who wore oversized pants. it was never something that was brought up for discussion until daniela insisted on going to the beach on their trip to korea, buying all six girls matching bikinis to take cute photos.
sophia’s heart stopped in an instant. she had gone so far without having to come across something like this. a whole year of being in a group with these girls and non of them had found out about her secret. there was no way she was going to give up now. this resulted into her giving daniela a lame excuse that she didn’t want to go because she was too tired due to their recent performances.
daniela understood and didn’t go into deep thought about it. until the next day, the katseye girls had photoshoots to do in korea and, again, were all meant to wear matching booty shorts. the girls were put into pairs during dressing and makeup. lara and yoonchae. megan and manon. sophia and daniela.
“i’m so excited to wear the shorts they look so cute, after we have to take more pictures of us in them” daniela squealed to the filipino. sophia smiled back but daniela noticed the uncomfortable energy radiating off of the other girl. before she could ask sophia if she was alright, the black haired girl instantly stood up walking over to their stylist, whispering something into their ear.
the stylist instantly nodded handing sophia a different pair of shorts. not the leather, high ridden ones the girls were supposed to wear. but loose, oversized shorts. this confused dani, did sophia not like the shorts? why is it that sophia always wants to change the bottom half of her outfits?
there had been countless times where daniela and the other girls had begged their stylists for a different type of outfit, yet she’s never gotten her way. so why is it that whenever sophia asks she always gets what she’s asked for?
daniela watched the interaction from start to end. it was a harmless question to ask why megan always demands for a clothing change, however it seemed so pointless.
“fia”
“hm?” she replied adding on her last touches of jewellery
“what was that about? why do you decide to always change the outfit later minute” daniela joked but with a hint of curiosity in her. sophia immediately froze and daniela noticed this. enhancing her curiosity even more. her ears instantly began turning a lighter shade of pink, and her hands trembled to put on the necklace. daniela thought had she gone too far? what was so nerve wracking about the question she asked?
“i just- i guess- i mean yeah i tend to be yk..m-more comfortable in baggier clothing yk.. but i think they’re calling me again, gotta go haha” sophia uncomfortably trailed off obviously hiding something crucial.
daniela was determined to find out what this was, but now wasn’t the right time, so she didn’t push megan any further.
-
the photoshoot had ended and the girls had just arrived to their hotel room, rushing to get into the shower. sophia sat on her shared bed with yoonchae, waiting for her turn in the shower and began scrolling on twitter coming across the pictures they had taken.
she looked at everyone’s outfits but stopped at daniela’s. she had tight leather booty shorts, with black heals and a small strapped crop top which revealed a lot of cleavage. sophia immediately felt her dick growing in her jeans. fuck she should’ve worn her sweatpants. she swiped again and her cock throbbed. daniela was on all fours with her dark curly hair pushed to one side, ass spilling out her shorts, back perfectly arched. if it was even possible sophia felt her cock grow harder and yelped in pain, adjusting extremely uncomfortably.
she was startled at a knock on her hotel door and dropped her phone in fear.
“can i come in”
fuck. fuck fuck fuck. sophia thought
it was daniela.
she can’t have daniela see her with a raging boner. sophia quickly shuffled herself underneath the blanket of her bed, hiding her visible hard-on.
“u-uh yes!” sophia shrieked
daniela opened the door slowly, confused as to why sophia was already acting weird. only to find her under the covers with her phone in her hand, probably scrolling through tiktok.
“waiting for your turn also, manon is taking her sweet time it’s so annoying ugh” daniela complained, sophia hummed in agreement but still didn’t take her eyes off the phone. daniela was beyond confused now. did she piss off sophia in a way? there was only one way to find out.
daniela opened the blanket and tucked herself in beside sophia, leaning the side of her head against the headboard where her eyes where met with sophia’s side profile, she began observing sophia.
she was so stiff underneath and wanted sophia to loosen up. she assumed it was because of all the work done today. she began rubbing her hand in circles up sophia’s arm and shoulder. the innocent touch filled sophia’s mind with dirty thoughts. the latinas hands were so soft and warm, she envisioned how they’d feel wrapped around her thick cock.
no.
no.
she felt her dick growing harder again, pre-cum leaking out from the tip, leaving a wet patch against her jeans. sophia shot up removing daniela’s hands. this caused daniela to snap
“okay dude what’s your deal you’ve been acting so weird around me what’s going on soph? it just seems like you hate my touch and you’re avoiding me in a way”
sophia was taken aback. this was the last thought she wanted daniela to have
“no dani im sorry don’t think like that, i don’t hate you and i’m not trying to avoid you”
“then what is it sophia” daniela demanded sternly. the assertiveness in her voice made sophia dick pulse in her pants. she turned to look at daniela’s face, they were met eye to eye. sophia observed how the older girls brows furrowed in annoyance, and how the green in her eyes had darkened by a lot. her plumped lips were parted and sophia imagined how good daniela’s lips would feel on hers. the deepened colour in her eye made megan’s heart race exponentially. daniela looked beautiful mad at her.
sophia’s warm shaking hand reached out to grabbed dani’s cold hand, interlocking their fingers. sophia leaned in closer, their noses touching and lips so close. sophia could feel daniela’s hot breath against her own lips. daniela’s other hand rested at the back of sophias’s neck, acrylic nails slowly scrapping against the warm flash of skin sending a long shiver down sophia’s spine. the door lock opened and the two girls pulled away in an instant. yoonchae came up drying up her freshly washed hair with her towel, too distracted to notice what she had done.
“the showers free now sophia- oh hey dani!”
“hey yoonchae uhm i was gna head out now”
-
the next day was a soundcheck day. all the girls were getting glammed, putting their costumes on and daniela wanted to die. she still had to share her dressing room with sophia which meant it was going to be hard to avoid her today, after their awkward almost-kiss-clam-jammed-by-yoonchae.
however that still didn’t stop daniela from finding out why sophia was so shaken up. the latina got up from her desk after applying her lip combo, and watched sophia from the crack of the changing room.
was it a bit perverted, yes. did she care, not at all. sophia had the top half of her costume on and was still in her grey joggers. she kicked the joggers off leaving her in her boxers, daniela’s eyes couldn’t help but notice the thick budge coming from the girl. her eyes widened and instantly let out a shaky breath.
did sophia have..a dick? a huge fucking dick?
daniela’s light brown eyebrows furrowed in confusion and desire. she needed to get a closer look.
-
all the girls were messing about on stage and daniela had just finished fixing her costume and makeup. she made sure her shorts were too short, her crop top was too revealing and makeup heavy. she needed sophia’s attention. it was something she basically couldn’t live without.
she walked past the curtains meeting the 5 girls, keeping her gaze towards the back of soph’s head.
“damn latina mami” lara smirked biting her lip. that immediately caught sophia’s attention, causing her to spin around and meet the latinas gorgeous body. sophia’s dick twitched in her pants.
oh no. not here. not right now. sophia thought. she adjusted her position, making sure her semi-hard dick wasn’t so visible.
“okay avanzini you’re up” staff called
the music hit and daniela began dancing like she’s never danced before. on her last couple steps she swayed her hips to grab the attention of the filipino, aiming to seduce the girl, if she wanted her attention, she was going to have to earn it.
sophia looked in awe of daniela’s solo performance. she began breathing heavy and if her dick wasn’t fully hard before it definitely is now. the way she flipped her hair, arching her back ever so slightly. it was too much for sophia.
she got up and ran off of the stage set, quickly heading to the dressing room. she shut the curtain of the changing room and sat on the ledge, taking her dick out of her pants. it was painfully hard. she slathered the pre cum which leaked out her tip across the base of her cock, pumping it to the thought of daniela. she imagined her hand was daniela’s mouth. holding it against her plumped lips, the tip resting on her parted lips.
“fuck”
she imagined it slowly entering daniela’s mouth, sucking gently on the tip. using her palm to pump the thick length, pre cum shooting at the back of daniela’s throat, moaning against sophia’s tip.
taking it out of her mouth and gliding her tongue from the base to the top. sophia’s hips pushed toward, the thick head of her cock parting daniela’s lips-opening her mouth wide enough and sliding into the heat of her wet mouth; deep enough where daniela’s nose grazed against sophia’s pelvis, whining against the thick cock stretching her throat.
imagining daniela bobbing her head back and forth, gaging on it. a low groan escaped from her lips as daniela’s tongue skilfully swirled around the sensitive flesh. grabbing a chunk of dani’s curly locks, she began to move shoving her cock deeper into her throat with each thrust causing her eyes to roll back and a mix of drool and pre-cum leaking out her mouth dripping down her chin. her hips rocking steadily as she fucked daniela’s face, hand still tangled into the thick curls.
sophia began pumping it harder, slapping noises and her soft groans escaping the tiny room. she was about to cum. she looked around for something to release into but only daniela’s previous clothes were on the floor.
i shouldn’t she thought
fuck it
she grabbed daniela’s tank top, thrusting her dick against it, eyes rolling to back of her head as she squeezes her length lightly, her eyes snap open for a second to bring the undergarment up to her nose, inhaling the strong scent of daniela. with a loud groan, a long shiver ran down her spine and she shook vigorously, her cum being released onto the clothing piece.
daniela watched from the gap of the curtain. after sophia ran out she cut her dance short following sophia into their shared room. her core was drenched, thighs squeezing together. sophia was huge. almost like a good 6-7 inches if not more.
she has just watched her friend pump her load into her clothes. she should be disgusted. but instead she felt jealousy rising, she wished it was her sophia was releasing her load into.
she watched sophia catch her breath before sliding her wet cock back into her boxers.
fuck she was so wet, she needed sophia more than ever.
-
it was now night again. yoonchae, lara, manon and megan decided to go to a convenience store to fetch some snacks for the girls leaving daniela and sophia in their rooms.
daniela knocked nervously on sophia’s door. she was greeted sophia in her sports bra. joggers hanging low off her hips with her prominent v-line on show. daniela bit her lip at the sight, she felt heat rush to her lower stomach.
fuck it.
daniela pulled sophia into a hungry kiss, nails harshly digging into the flesh of sophia’s arms. sophia was thrown back in shock but eased in, kissing the latina back with the same amount of hunger.
daniela pushed sophia towards the bed and sat her down, kissing down the other girls neck. she could see the hard-on sophia had. she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around it.
daniela dropped to her knees and ran her thighs up soph’s shaking legs. her fingers entered the waistband and slowly began tugging down.
“ dani uh-“
“sophia i know”
“what?”
“i know about…it, fuck i need it so bad sophia”
sophia whines gently, hips lifting subtly, with one swift tug at the waistband of her joggers, she slides them down sophias legs and watched her dick spring free hard and throbbing.
daniela spat on the tip, leaving a gentle kiss on it and smothered it all over, lubricating the base.
“mm mahal”
she swirled the pad of her thumb around her tip once before bringing it up to her lips, making direct eye contact with sophia, forcing her to stare into the darkness of her green eyes, then sticking her thumb in her mouth and sucking on it.
she pulled her body up from the ground and took her own shorts off also rolling them down her legs. sophia intensely watched the movement as some of daniela’s arousal slicks the inside of her thighs. wrapping both her thighs around sophia’s legs, straddling her lap.
she grabbed her face and pulled her into a passionate kiss, the tip of her cock brushing against the wet folds of daniela’s pussy. sophia’s lips found her tits, kissing and biting around the soft skin, while massaging the other.
the tip of her dick coming in contact with her pussy: a small whine left sophia’s lips and used her other hand to align the tip to daniela’s entrance. daniela slowly sunk onto the thickness of the other girls cock and let out a sharp gasp. it stretched her out perfectly.
daniela’s tight hole clenched around sophia’s length, nails digging into her back.
“oh, fuck," the stretch that daniela felt was delicious, one that had her salivating
she wanted more of the other girls cock rubbing her walls causing her hips to grind against the thickness of sophia’s cock. arousal leaked out her pussy from watching sophia struggle from trying to not cum inside of the girl too quick
a mix of squelching sounds from daniela slapping herself against sophia’s dick, demanding her to thrusts into her cunt deeper.
“cmon sophia, deeper carñio” the pathetic gasps and whines sophia was letting out made daniela wetter. she began grinding deeper slapping her ass against sophia’s thighs causing mewls of pleasure and high-pitched whines to escape sophia’s glossy lips.
sweat began to drip down her forehead, inconherant slurred words spilled out, her teeth grinds together and brows furrowed intensely as sophia pounded into daniela using every muscle and last bit of energy she had in her to thrust harder into daniela’s tight walls.
the latinas abdomen muscles tensed, and she threw her head back, filling the room with her load moans. her cunt painfully squeezing sophia’s cock.
“mm sophia, fuck, i’m gonna cum” she ran her hands down sophia’s back clawing at it, marking her and her own.
“d-dani it’s too much, m’ gna cum” vision blurring to stars, sophia grabbed hold on daniela’s hips and pumped her load into daniela’s filthy cunt, it was enough to send her toppling over to the edge. daniela’s hole leaked of sophia’s cum and her own as they both collapsed onto each other on the bed.
“WHAT THE FUCK DANI”
out of shock daniela rolled off the bed in instant panic covering herself and sophia up.
“ON OUR SHARED BED???” manon screamed in disbelief, dropping the bag of snacks on the floor with a loud thud before slamming the door shut.
saeza notes: I don't like this one at all, but it's better to post it than let it rot in my drafts, right?
The car was in complete silence. You could only hear the roar of the engine and the wind hitting the windows from the high speed. Dani stared straight ahead and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
You could cut the tension with a knife inside the small space. You were both angry, and to be honest, you both had reasons to be. Just a few minutes earlier, you'd been having a good time at a party with friends. Daniela had gone to get some drinks, and when she was a few steps away from you, she saw a man standing too close, flirting with you. You pushed him away instantly, but in Dani's jealous eyes, that wasn't what had happened.
So she thought the best idea was to flirt with the first woman who crossed her path as "revenge." And that's how you ended up here: sitting, going home earlier than you should have, in complete silence.
Several minutes passed like that. Just the sound of the asphalt and the held breaths of both of you. You stared out the window, but you weren't seeing the scenery; you were seeing the scene over and over: that smile Dani had given that stranger. Your chest burned.
"So you're not going to say anything?" Dani said without taking her eyes off the road, a hint of irony in her tone.
"I wasn't the one who threw herself at that bitch," you replied almost instantly.
"No, but you were being a slut with that guy, weren't you?"
"Excuse me?" You let out, completely outraged, and for the first time, you turned to look at her. "If you weren't so stupid as to assume anything about me, you would've noticed I pushed him away."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Are you fucking kidding—? You know what? Pull the car over."
"What?"
"Pull the fucking car over." Your hand quickly went to the door handle, forcing Dani to stop right then, afraid you'd throw yourself out — because knowing you, you would. The moment her Mustang stopped, you didn't hesitate to get out and start walking.
Dani, seeing you were serious, got out behind you and started following you. "Have you lost your mind? You're going to walk home, you crazy bitch?"
"Anything as long as it's not with you."
"Come on, baby, get back in the car," she said, speeding up to catch up and grab your wrist. "It wasn't that big of a deal."
Something inside you broke right then. It wasn't that big of a deal. That phrase. Like what you felt didn't matter. You stood still for a second, breathing deeply, and when you turned around, your eyes were burning.
"You're unbelievable, you know that? It wasn't that big of a deal?" You shook your hand free from her grip and pushed her lightly by the shoulders, trying to release the fury that had been building up in your chest.
Dani didn't move. She let you push her. In fact, there was a small smile hiding at the corner of her lips. That made you even angrier.
"I just…" Dani said, stepping closer to you again.
"No, shut up. You act like an idiot, you flirt with some bitch in front of me, then you blame me and you just say 'it wasn't that big of a deal?'" What started as light shoves began to escalate, leaving her pinned against the side of her own car.
You had her against the driver's door. Your face inches from hers. You could feel her heat, her quick breath. And you hated that, even in the middle of your fury, you still wanted to bite her face off — that gorgeous, beautiful face.
Anger showed in your eyes, jealousy, everything, while your hands pressed against her shoulders. And then Daniela smiled. Yes, she smiled. That ear-to-ear grin, totally egocentric, as if the world belonged to her. And in that moment, you knew you had already lost. "You don't know how sexy you look when you lose your mind." And with that, she pressed her lips to yours.
The first contact was electric, a declaration of war. The kiss was punishing: a constant fight for dominance, bites, gasps, tongues clashing, all of it messy, needy. Her hands went up your hips and then she spun you around, bending you over the hood of the car, exposed in front of her.
The metal was cold against your stomach. The contrast with the heat of her body behind you made you shiver. You couldn't see her, but you felt every one of her movements.
You were infinitely grateful it was 2 a.m. and no one ever passed through those streets, because Daniela would hate for anyone else to have the chance to see you like this. She didn't even need to lift your skirt, since it was so short that in this position, everything was already on display. She moved your underwear to the side and ran a finger gently through your heat.
But she didn't go in. She barely brushed the entrance, went up to your clit, went back down. She left you wanting, your need right under your skin. And just when you were about to complain, she spoke.
"You're so angry, but your body knows what you need, you little slut," she said, giving you a hard slap that left her handprint red on your cheek. The hit felt like an electric shock straight to your crotch. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. You didn't want to give her the satisfaction. But she knew. "And now you're going to take all of this." Without any care, she pulled her cock out of her pants and started tapping it lightly against your pussy.
Each tap made your hips move back on their own, seeking more. It was humiliating but so perfect.
"Stop messing around, you useless fuck, because I swear if you don't put your cock in me right now, I'll get up and fuck any one of your friends—" You couldn't even finish the sentence because she entered all at once. All of her. Without warning. The air left your lungs instantly. She found your wrists and pinned them together behind your back, immobilizing you, just how she knew you liked it.
"Sorry, what did you say? I can't hear over all the squelching your pussy is doing. I see she really loves my cock, doesn't she?" And God knows she did. You'd never had sex as good as with Dani, and that's why you never really ended things — one of you always went looking for the other at the end of the day.
Each thrust made your breasts bounce against the hood. The sound of bodies slapping together filled the night. Wet.
"Fuck, Daniela, right th-there." Your legs started trembling and you could feel the knot beginning to form in your lower belly. You felt like you were in heaven. It didn't matter that you were on a road in the middle of nowhere, it didn't matter that a car with kids could easily pass by — all that mattered was Dani and her cock filling your pussy like no one else could.
You were close. So close.
But then you felt it: a wave of hot liquid filling you completely, overflowing down your thighs, and Daniela's stupid little whines. "Are you fucking kidding me, Daniela? You already came? You fucking premature ejaculator."
You broke free from her grip and straightened up instantly, looking at her totally outraged, while she still had to lean on the car for a few seconds to keep from collapsing from the orgasm. Her chest was rising and falling quickly. Her eyes were glassy. Pathetic. Beautiful. "You were so tight, sorry. But give me ten minutes and—"
"Ten minutes, my ass. Get in the car." Daniela, confused and still affected, got into the driver's seat. And before she could react, you were already on top of her, grabbing the base of her cock and lining it up with your vagina.
You brushed the tip against your entrance, biting your lower lip.
"Damn, you're hungry tonight, baby."
"Just shut up. You already proved your head is useless for shit, so at least prove your stupid penis isn't." And with that, you sat down in one go, making both of you moan in unison.
The angle was different. Deeper. You felt every inch expanding inside you. You stayed still for a moment, just feeling her pulse inside you.
Daniela quickly moved one hand to your hip to guide your movements, and with the other, she pushed up your top, exposing your nipple with the piercing that drove her completely crazy. She brought it to her mouth.
"Mmm, just like that. I bet that bitch you flirted with couldn't get you this drunk on her like I can," you said with fake sweetness, caressing her cheek, until you raised your hand and slapped her hard enough to turn her head slightly, but she didn't let go of your nipple.
Daniela just smiled, her mouth still full of your breast, but she got her revenge by thrusting her hips upward in a terribly deep stroke that rearranged your insides. And she kept going, matching your bounces, reaching places you didn't even know existed.
Your rhythm broke. You weren't bouncing anymore; she was pushing you from below, using you like a toy. And you loved it.
Your face, at this point, was completely wrecked: your eyes rolled back into perfect white, your brows furrowed in pleasure, and your mouth slightly open while droplets of saliva escaped from the corners.
Daniela let go of your nipple and reached for her phone. She opened the camera and started recording. The video captured it perfectly: your face clouded with pleasure, your breasts bouncing with their perfectly pierced nipples, and how her big cock disappeared into your small, tight vagina. On the sides of her base, you could see strands of semen from Daniela's earlier orgasm.
Seeing the phone there, recording every detail, made you feel even more exposed. More hers. More of hers.
"Tell me who you belong to. Who stretches out that perfect little pussy of yours?"
"You. Only you."
"Who?"
"Daddy."
"That's right. That's my pretty good girl. Come on, come for me. I want to record how pretty you look when you come."
Everything was too much: Daniela rearranging your insides so well, the sweet way she talked to you, and the fact that she was recording you. Everything pushed you over the edge. You came all over her cock, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a scream loud enough to wake someone in the nearby houses.
Your body shook several times. Spasms. Little pulses you couldn't control. And she kept thrusting, gently, lengthening your orgasm until there was nothing left.
"Look at the mess you made." Daniela moved her phone to show where you two joined more closely: you could see all the liquid you'd expelled, dripping down her thighs and now completely soaking the seat and the floor mat.
Your cheeks burned. But you didn't get off. You still had her inside you. She was still pulsing.
She gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head toward the camera. "How do you feel?" she asked, zooming in on your face.
"Terrible. Your penis is bland." And with that, she slapped you — not too hard, but enough to leave a faint red mark on your cheek. You just laughed, knowing it really pissed her off.
She loved it when you provoked her. And she knew it.
"Tell the truth. How do you feel?" she said again, tugging lightly on your piercing.
"I feel so good. No one makes me come as hard as you do."
And with that, satisfied, she stopped the recording.
You separated from her right then and fixed your underwear. "Don't think this changes anything. I'm still angry and I still think you're an idiot."
Dani just leaned back in her seat, with a tired smile, and started the car. In her eyes, there was something that looked like victory.
you headed back to Dani's house, both knowing perfectly well that even if you pretended to hate each other sometimes, neither of you was really capable of letting the other go.
──── ( 🦇 ) sophia, the poster child for teenage angst, accepts a party invite, hoping to shed her “virgin loser” image, only to find herself locked in a closet during a party game with the one person who makes her existence a daily hell: one of her bullies.
𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. alcohol, blowjob, breeding, creampie, deep throat, degradation, face fucking, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, nipple play, titsucking, riding, squirting, weed usage. (and more... there’s a lot going on.)
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the scratching of your pen against the lined paper was a small, predictable comfort. history drifted past you in the droning voice of mr. smith, dates and treaties blurring into a meaningless hum. you were more interested in perfecting the shading of your notes, the artful slant of your handwriting, than the intricacies of the french revolution. that is, until daniela’s voice, sharp and laced with a familiar brand of disdain, sliced through your concentration.
“did you hear that weirdo was invited to the party?”
your pen stills on the page of your notebook, hovering over a half–drawn diagram of the country republic’s social structure. you look up, your gaze snagging on daniela’s expectant face. she’s leaning closer, her eyes bright with a gossipy energy. beside her, manon snickers, a sound as brittle as thin ice.
you already know who they’re talking about. that weirdo. sophia laforteza. the label hangs around her like a shroud. sophia exists on the periphery of your perfectly curated world, a shadowy figure haunting the hallways. the girl with the perpetually messy black hair that seems to defy gravity, the intimidating height that dwarfs most of the other students, the clothes that are always several sizes too big, swallowing her whole; baggy jeans, oversized hoodies, combat boots that look like they’ve seen better days. everything about her screams… different. — her eyes, when you occasionally caught a glimpse, held a disconcerting intensity that seemed to pierce through the carefully constructed facade of your high school world. she was a study in contrasts, a stark outlier in a sea of carefully curated conformity.
you’ve never spoken to her. why would you? sophia is a black hole of social awkwardness, a potential reputation killer wrapped in a trench coat of angst. associating with her would be a strategic blunder of epic proportions, a direct hit to your carefully constructed social standing.
“who invited her?” daniela asks, her voice dripping with incredulity. “seriously? who would want her there? i mean, i don’t want to sound rude, but she has absolutely nothing to do with the party.”
manon chimes in, her voice dripping with a venomous sugar. “probably trying to be ‘inclusive.’ you know, the bleeding heart types. probably thinks she’ll suddenly blossom into a social butterfly if she gets a whiff of champagne and some decent music. newsflash: she’ll probably just lurk in the corner, scowling and listening to… i don’t know, funeral dirges or something. whenever i walk past her i can hear the music blasting through her headphones, it’s a miracle she hasn’t gone deaf or something yet.”
daniela continued, her voice dripping with thinly veiled disgust. “i heard lara felt obligated to invite her. you know, for… inclusivity or something. can you imagine? the after–party at the raj’s pool? sophia laforteza in a bathing suit? that’s a visual i don’t need.”
manon, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement, chimed in. “oh, please. she probably wears a burkini to the beach. or maybe a full suit of armor. you know, to protect us all from her… darkness.” she punctuated the last word with an exaggerated shudder.
a ripple of laughter, brittle and cruel, spread through their small circle. you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, but said nothing. you told yourself it was because you were focused on your notes, on the importance of maintaining your grades. but a small, nagging voice whispered that it was fear. fear of being ostracized, of losing your place in the carefully constructed hierarchy of high school.
manon’s voice, laced with a venomous edge, rose above the murmur of the classroom. “seriously, though, what’s her deal? does she think she’s some kind of tortured artist? all that black eyeliner and brooding? it’s so… pathetic. personally, i think that ‘smoky’ makeup, as she calls it, is kind of disgusting. i don’t understand how a dark eyeshadow applied in a way that makes you look like you were punched in the eye can look aesthetically pleasing, according to her.”
daniela nodded in agreement, her expression hardening. “and the poetry? have you ever read any of her stuff? it’s all death and despair and… ravens. I've heard that the literature teacher always congratulates her on her texts, quite the ass–kissing teachers if i may say so. honestly, it’s like she’s auditioning to be the next edgar allan poe.”
you had, in fact, seen some of sophia’s poetry. scrawled in the school newspaper, tucked into the margins of library books. it was dark, yes, but there was a raw, unsettling honesty to it that you couldn’t deny. a glimpse into a world of pain and longing that was both unsettling and strangely compelling. you quickly dismissed the thought, shoving it back into the recesses of your mind. it was dangerous to dwell on such things.
“i heard her family is loaded, though.” manon continued, her tone shifting slightly, revealing a hint of something akin to grudging respect, immediately followed by disdain. “old money. but they’re like, super weird. they live in that creepy old victorian house on the edge of town. you know, the one that looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie? i bet she must feel like she’s in a vampire novel or something like that weird stuff, i don’t know, she must feel like something out of a disgustingly cheap drama and romance movie.”
daniela wrinkled her nose, seeming disgusted just by hearing the nonsense manon was saying. “i figured. probably worships satan in the basement or something. i bet she sacrifices small animals. that white cat, you know which one i’m talking about, right? the one of the picture on her phone case, i bet she does weird things to her.”
you cringed inwardly. the casual cruelty of their words made your stomach churn. you wanted to say something, to defend sophia, to point out the absurdity and mean–spiritedness of their comments. but the words caught in your throat, choked by the fear of ridicule, of being labeled an outcast yourself.
you stifle a sigh. the casual cruelty of manon’s remarks makes you uncomfortable, but you’re not about to say anything. you’re not about to defend sophia laforteza. you’re not about to risk being tarred with the same brush.
instead, you turn your attention back to your notebook, pretending that the intricacies of french governance are far more fascinating than the petty dramas unfolding around you. you try to focus on the rise and fall of empires, the machinations of senators, the ebb and flow of power. but the words blur on the page. the image of sophia laforteza, standing alone in the school hallway, her shoulders hunched, her eyes downcast, keeps flickering in the back of your mind.
the party in question is the annual pre–summer break bash thrown by lara raj, the undisputed queen of the social scene. it’s the event of the year, a carefully orchestrated spectacle of wealth, popularity, and carefully curated appearances. an invitation to lara’s party is a symbol of acceptance, a validation of your place in the social hierarchy. and apparently, sophia laforteza, against all odds, has received one.
mr. smith cleared his throat, his voice booming through the classroom. “alight, settle down, everyone. let’s get back to the causes of the class topic.”
the whispers subsided, but the damage was done. the image of sophia laforteza, isolated and vilified, lingered in your mind. You tried to focus on the lesson, but daniela and manon’s venomous words echoed in your ears.
the bell rang, signaling the end of class. you gathered your things, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. as you walked out of the classroom, you saw sophia standing by her locker, her back to you. the black fabric of her oversized hoodie swallowed her frame, making her seem even smaller and more vulnerable.
you hesitated, a strange impulse tugging at you. for a fleeting moment, you considered approaching her, offering a simple greeting, a gesture of kindness. she definitely looked like someone who was uncomfortable socializing, but trying to give her a chance wasn’t a bad thing at all.
but then daniela’s words flashed through your mind: “it would ruin your entire reputation to socialize with her, a huge hit to social status if you think about it.”
you averted your eyes and walked past her, your footsteps quickening. the weight of your silence settled heavily on your shoulders. you told yourself it was the right decision, the only decision. protecting your reputation was paramount. but as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had betrayed something important, something within yourself.
the music vibrates through your chest, a dull thrum that matches the frantic rhythm of your heart. lara’s parties. you knew what to expect. chaos, glitter, questionable punch, and memories that would surface in the most inconvenient moments for years to come. this year seemed to be living up to its predecessors. you’re already a few drinks in, the world around you softening at the edges. laughter erupts around you like popcorn, and the humid air smells of cheap perfume and spilled beer.
you find yourself swept up in the throng of dancers in the living room. megan grabs your hands, pulling you closer. she’s always been a whirlwind of energy, a bright spark in the often-dull landscape of high school. dancing with her is usually just fun, a carefree release. but tonight, something feels different.
as the song shifts to a more seductive beat, megan starts to press closer. at first, you brush it off. megan is playful, a bit of a flirt. you laugh, bumping her playfully with your hip. but she doesn’t back away. instead, she nuzzles her face into your neck, her breath warm against your skin.
a shiver runs down your spine, a mixture of surprise and something… else. you pull back slightly, eyebrows raised in question.
“megan, what are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light. the alcohol makes it hard to focus, the words slurring slightly.
she just giggles, a sound that’s usually charming but now feels a little too knowing. “just play along.” she whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
play along? with what, exactly? before you can formulate a coherent thought, your attention is snagged by manon’s laughter, echoing across the room. you glance over and catch daniela’s gaze – a subtle, amused look that flickers towards the couch.
intrigued, you follow her line of sight. and that’s when you see her. sophia.
sphia, the undisputed queen of the shadows, the girl who wore black like it was armor, the one who always seemed to be on the periphery of everything. she’s perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa, a stark contrast to the swirling mass of bodies in the center of the room.
but it’s not just her usual solitary pose that catches your eye. it’s the look on her face. her eyes are wide, almost unblinking, fixed on the group of girls dancing. she looks…hypnotized. like a deer caught in headlights.
you open your mouth to say something, to perhaps offer sophia a way out of her awkward observation post. but megan tugs you back, her fingers digging lightly into your arm.
“don’t worry about her.” she murmurs, her voice low and persuasive. “come on, let’s have some fun.”
fun. right. that’s what you’re here for. and besides, you like joking around. you’re a little drunk. and… well, maybe a little harmless teasing wouldn’t hurt. you’ve seen sophia’s stoic exterior crack before, usually under the pressure of someone trying to be funny and you’ve always wondered what she’d do if you were the one testing her resolve.
turning back to megan, you grin. “alright.” you say, the word a little slurred. “let’s give her a show.”
you lean into megan, your arms wrapping around her waist. she responds instantly, her hands sliding up your back, her fingers tangling in your hair. the music seems to intensify, the beat pounding in your ears.
this is it. this is where the teasing begins.
you start to dance with megan, but it’s not the casual, silly dancing from before. this is different. this is deliberate. you move closer, your bodies brushing against each other. you make sure your movements are exaggerated, your laughter a little too loud, your glances in sophia’s direction pointed.
megan seems to understand immediately. she plays along with enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with the same mischievous glint you feel in your own. she dips you low, her hand lingering on your lower back. you laugh, throwing your head back, your gaze meeting sophia’s across the room.
sophia’s expression doesn’t change, but you can sense a shift in her energy. her eyes seem to widen slightly, her lips parting just a fraction.
you pull megan closer again, whispering something in her ear, something deliberately suggestive. she giggles, and the sound echoes in the suddenly charged atmosphere. you can feel the heat radiating from megan’s body, a heat that’s amplified by the alcohol and the thrill of the performance.
the song changes, and the rhythm slows, becoming more sensual. you and megan adjust accordingly, your movements becoming slow and deliberate. you trace the curve of megan’s jawline with your fingers, your eyes locked on sophia’s.
sophia is transfixed, completely still, her gaze glued to you and megan.
you lean in, your lips hovering just above megan’s. you can feel her breath on your skin, the anticipation building in the space between you. you pause, holding the moment, and glance at sophia one last time.
her cheeks are flushed, her knuckles white as she clutches the edge of the sofa. you can see a flicker of something in her eyes, something that looks like… longing?
then, you kiss megan.
it’s not a passionate kiss, not really. it’s more of a performance, a carefully choreographed act designed to elicit a reaction. but even knowing that, even being the one orchestrating it, you can’t deny the electric current that runs through you as your lips meet megan’s.
the kiss is brief, just a brush of lips. but it’s enough. when you pull away, megan’s eyes are wide, her face flushed.
you turn your attention back to sophia. she’s gone.
the sofa sits empty, the indentation of her weight still visible on the cushions. you scan the room, but she's nowhere to be seen. lost to the shadows once more.
a wave of conflicting emotions washes over you. relief that the potentially awkward moment is over. disappointment that you didn't get the reaction you were expecting.
you usually avoided parties like this — the kind where the air hung thick with the smell of cheap beer and desperation, where the music was too loud to have a conversation and everyone seemed to be operating on a level of inebriation you couldn’t even comprehend. but tonight, you were here. driven by a vague sense of obligation to your group friends who insisted you “needed to loosen up.”
the air is still thick with the cloying sweetness of cheap beer, the acrid bite of something stronger, and the nervous energy of too many teenagers crammed into a space too small. you’d come to this party with a vague expectation of… something. maybe a fleeting connection, a stolen kiss, or just a temporary escape from the crushing monotony of your everyday life. but so far, it had been a bust. you’d nursed a single beer for an hour, politely deflected awkward advances, and mostly hovered on the periphery, a silent observer in a chaotic scene.
then you find her.
sophia. the enigmatic girl with the perpetually shadowed eyes, the cascade of raven hair that seemed to absorb all light, and the quiet intensity that made her seem both fragile and fiercely independent. the “emo girl,” as the less sensitive —which, let’s be honest, was most— students at your school called her. you’d always been intrigued by her, drawn to the aura of mystery that clung to her like the scent of clove cigarettes. you'd never spoken to her, content to observe her from a distance, a silent admirer of her unapologetic individuality.
now, she was trapped in the heart of a swirling vortex of drunken revelry. a circle of your classmates, faces flushed and eyes glazed, were gathered around her, their voices a raucous blend of laughter and slurred pronouncements. you recognized a few of them — the jocks, the popular girls, the usual suspects who thrived on this kind of chaotic social interaction. they were playing a game, you realized, a game that seemed to involve dares and escalating levels of ridiculousness. the kind of game that always veered into uncomfortable territory.
they were clearly drunk. obnoxiously, aggressively drunk. empty red solo cups littered the floor around them like discarded battle trophies. sophia stood awkwardly in the center, her posture rigid, her arms crossed defensively. even from across the room, you could see the subtle tension in her shoulders, the way she unconsciously avoided eye contact. she was clearly uncomfortable, her lip twitching slightly, and from the way sophia was subtly wrinkling her nose, a barely perceptible twitch, you suspected there might be something else involved too — the cloying sweetness of weed hanging heavy in the air. she looked trapped, a dark butterfly pinned under the microscope of their drunken amusement.
something twisted within you. a strange, unfamiliar protectiveness, a surge of anger directed at the oblivious, inebriated group surrounding her. it was a feeling you couldn’t quite name, a potent cocktail of empathy and… something else. something that had been simmering beneath the surface for months, perhaps years, finally bubbling to the fore.
you didn't know why, but you couldn't stand to watch her be preyed upon.
without thinking, driven by instinct and a sudden, irrational courage, you started to move. you navigated the crowded room, dodging clumsy dancers and spilled drinks, your focus locked on sophia. the music seemed to fade, the noise receding into a dull hum as you approached the circle.
as you got closer, you could hear snippets of their conversation, punctuated by raucous laughter.
“…i dare you to…” guy with a backwards baseball cap slurred, his words indistinct.
“no way, man! that’s messed up!” another voice protested weakly.
“come on, don’t be a wimp! it’s just a dare! it’s not like it’s going to mean anything.”
you reached the edge of the circle, your heart pounding a ragged rhythm against your ribs. sophia’s eyes darted towards you, a fleeting expression of surprise flickering across her face before she quickly averted her gaze.
you don’t really know it, but she’s been staring at you all night since she set foot in the place and saw you talking to your group of friends; maybe it was your choice of the shorter and tighter dress for something “relaxed” like a party the whole school is attending and and she can’t help but drool morbidly over your body, or maybe it was because she doesn’t have a social circle and is relaxed by harmlessly looking at people in a way of wasting time… a very rare and disturbing one.
“hey.” you said, your voice barely audible above the music. you cleared your throat and tried again, louder this time. “hey, is everything okay here?” all eyes turned to you, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance flickering across their faces.
the group turned to face you, their expressions ranging from mild curiosity to open hostility. the guy with the jersey of the school basketball team, who seemed to be the annoying one of the group, scowled.
“what’s it to you, gorgeous?” he slurred, stepping closer. he reeked of alcohol and bad decisions.
“just making sure everyone's having a good time.” you replied, trying to keep your voice even. you met his gaze, refusing to back down. “what’s going on here?”
the ringleader, a hulking football player named jake, grinned at you, his eyes bloodshot. “just a little game, babe. sophia here’s about to take a dare.” he slurred the last word, his arm slinging casually around sophia's shoulders. she flinched.
you ignored him and addressed sophia directly. “are you okay?”
she looked up at you, her dark eyes wide with surprise. for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of gratitude in their depths, quickly masked by her usual guarded expression. “i’m fine.” she mumbled, her voice barely audible above the music.
but you saw the tremor in her hands, the way she avoided eye contact. you knew she wasn’t fine.
you didn’t believe her. “you don’t look fine.”
“she’s fine.” jake said, getting closer to sophia and putting his arm around her shoulders. “we’re just having some fun, right, sophia?”
his grip looked too tight, possessive. sophia flinched slightly, but didn’t say anything.
sophia remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor.
“looks like she’s a little uncomfortable.” you said, your voice hardening. “maybe you should let her go.”
the tension in the air was palpable. you could feel the weight of their collective gaze, the unspoken challenge in their eyes. this was their territory, their game, and you were an unwelcome intruder.
“how about you leave her alone, jake?” you said.
the ringleader’s eyes narrowed. “look, sweet cheeks, this doesn’t concern you. why don't you just go back to whatever you were doing?"
“actually, it does concern me.” you said, taking a step closer. “i don’t like seeing someone being pressured into doing something they don't want to do.”
a girl with bright pink hair and too much eyeliner, who you vaguely recognized from your english class, piped up. “oh, come on, it’s just a dare! don’t be such a wet blanket.”
“yeah.” another voice chimed in. “are you saying sophia can’t handle a little fun?”
the pressure was mounting, the crowd turning against you. you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. you glanced at sophia, her eyes pleading. she didn’t want a confrontation, but she clearly didn’t want to be there either.
the tension in the air thickened, palpable. the music seemed to fade into the background as the two of you locked eyes. you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, a strange mix of fear and defiance.
“alright, tough girl.” the ringleader sneered. “you want to play the hero? fine. maybe you should join our little game.”
he gestured towards the circle. “we were just about to play seven minutes in heaven. how about you and sophia go next?”
a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. seven minutes in heaven. the epitome of awkward teenage encounters. you glanced at sophia, her face pale. this was exactly what she was trying to avoid.
you hesitated. you hadn’t intended for things to escalate like this. but you couldn’t back down now. not with sophia looking at you with those pleading eyes.
“fine.” you said, your voice surprisingly steady. “we’ll play."
the ringleader grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. “alright then. in the closet you go.” he pointed towards a dark, cluttered space in the corner of the room.
he grabbed sophia’s arm, pulling her towards the closet. you stepped forward, gently disentangling her from his grasp.
“i’ll take it from here.” you said, your voice low.
he shrugged, his face still contorted in a sneer. “suit yourself. but don’t think you’re doing her any favors. she’s just gonna be even more awkward if you try to be all chivalrous.”
you ignored him, turning to sophia. “are you okay with this?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. we can just walk away."
she looked at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours. you could see the fear and uncertainty swirling within them. but you also saw something else, a flicker of… gratitude?
“it’s okay.” she said softly, her voice barely audible. “i… i guess i can handle seven minutes.’
you nodded, taking a deep breath. you had no idea what you were doing. but you knew you couldn’t leave her alone with those people.
the cheers intensified as you and sophia were ushered towards a nearby closet, a dark, cramped space filled with coats and forgotten backpacks. the ringleader set a timer on his phone, a smug grin plastered across his face.
he shoved you both into the closet, the door slamming shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. the sound of the latch clicking into place echoed in the sudden silence.
the door slammed shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. you could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and excited whispers from the other side.
you were alone. trapped. with sophia. in a dark, cramped closet. for seven minutes.
what now?
the air was thick with the smell of dust and mothballs. you could hear your own heart pounding in your ears, a frantic drumbeat in the oppressive silence.
“so…” you began, your voice sounding awkward and unnatural. “this is… uh… interesting.”
sophia didn’t say anything. you could feel her presence beside you, a palpable tension radiating from her.
“i’m (y/n), by the way.” you said, extending your hand in the darkness.
and then, silence. a long, uncomfortable silence. you could hear the muffled sounds of the party outside, but they seemed distant and unreal. you and sophia were trapped in your own little world, a world defined by darkness and awkwardness.
you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know what to do. you just stood there, frozen in place, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.
and well, you don’t know if it was an impulse or if sophia seemed to have really longed for this moment since she set foot in high school, but when you try to say something again you interrupt yourself when you notice a… change in her. her always grim expression was still dark and intimidating, yes, but now it seemed to have a glimmer of... desire? in it.
sophia pressed you up against the back wall of the closet, her hands finding your hips as she stepped in close. you could feel the heat radiating off her body, the swell of her breasts brushing against yours. she tilted her head, her eyes glinting in the faint light filtering in through the cracks in the door.
“alone at last. i can’t believe i could stand that idiot’s attitude for so long. i agreed to be with them only because they were doing rounds of alcohol, but i didn’t think they would be so talkative.” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper. “now, where were we, (y/n)? i seem to remember you mentioning something about seven minutes… you seemed pretty excited about doing it with me a while ago, didn’t you? i hope you’re not just words.”
her hands drifted up your sides, over the curve of your ribcage, skimming the sides of your breasts. she gripped your chin gently, tilting your face down to meet her gaze.
“i want to kiss you until you’re breathless. i’ve always wanted to do it, you know…” she breathed, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “i want to touch every inch of your body until you're trembling with need. i want to make you scream my name until you’re hoarse…”
sophia pressed herself against you, pinning you to the wall with her body. you could feel every curve and contour of her figure, the heat of her skin seeping through her t–shirt with a somewhat disturbing drawing of a metal band. she slid her hands up your sides, tracing the dip of your waist before gripping your hips possessively.
“seven minutes…” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper. “it isn’t a very long time. but i promise, i’ll make every second count.”
her hands slid higher, brushing over the swell of your breasts. she leaned in, her lips finding yours in the darkness. she kissed you deeply, her tongue delving into your mouth, claiming you, tasting you. one hand tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly, while the other slid under your shirt, palming your breast roughly.
sophia broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and aching for more. she nipped at your bottom lip before trailing her mouth down the column of your throat, her teeth grazing your skin. she sucked hard at your pulse point, no doubt leaving a mark for all to see.
her hand pushed your bra out of the way, allowing her to touch your bare flesh. she rolled your nipple between her fingers, pinching and tugging at the hardened peak. her other hand slid down your stomach, deftly unbuttoning your tight jeans and slipping inside.
sophia’s fingers found your clothed sex, and she rubbed at your core, feeling the dampness that had already gathered there. she groaned against your neck, her breath hot and heavy. “fuck, (y/n).” she breathed. “you’re already so wet for me. i’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping. i didn’t think you’d react like that to my touch. who knew you get excited so quickly and easily?
sophia’s cocky behavior was starting to suffocate you a little. honestly, you don't know if it’s because she’s always had that kind of personality and you giving her the chance to have some trust with you was enough for her to show her true personality with you or it was something simpler like the smell of marijuana affecting her system and making a clear change in her — whatever the answer, you just know that pushing the annoyances aside and getting sophia to do something was the only thing you were worried about.
“just shut up before i regret this. are you going to fuck me or something? by the way, i know this isn’t the best time to ask this, but do you have any lube or anything? i–… i’m not a real spit–lover so–”
sophia let out a low, sultry laugh, the sound sending shivers down your spine. her fingers stilled their movements, hovering just above your clothed sex. “oh, sweetheart... you don’t need lube for what i have in mind.” she purred, her voice dripping with wicked promise.
she withdrew her hand from your jeans, leaving you aching and empty. before you could protest, she spun you around, pushing you to kneel in front of her. in the dim light filtering in from under the door, you could see the hunger in her eyes as she looked down at you.
you would have protested if she had not given you the whim of fulfilling only your wishes, of course, if it weren’t for the fact that when you look up to try and give her a look, your eyes are met with a prominent bulge in her baggy jeans. you would have thought it was just a tent that formed on sophia’s pants since it’s loose fabric and it’s common for it to bulge like that, but that was definitely more than just fabric.
“uhm, sophia... do you…?”
sophia smirked, one hand coming down to palm the obvious bulge now pressing against her black jeans. “surprised, babygirl? don’t worry, it’s a surprise for everyone... until they get a taste, that is.”
she used her other hand to grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet her heated gaze. her thumb brushed over your lower lip, tracing it slowly before lightly pressing it and sliding it into your mouth, using the pad of her finger to playfully press against your tongue. “i didn’t take you for the shy type, (y/n). i always thought you were a little more... slutty compared to fucking, i don’t know, you have that vibe. but don’t worry, i’ll guide you through it. i promise, it’ll feel so good wrapped around your pretty little mouth.”
sophia deftly unbuttoned her jeans, shoving them down her long, toned legs along with her underwear. her hard cock sprang free, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre–cum. she wrapped a hand around it, stroking herself slowly as she watched you with a hungry gaze.
“go on, baby. get a good look. then put that sexy mouth of yours to work. i know you know how to do it.” she commanded, her voice a low and seductive growl, completely different from the typical soft and low tone that she always uses inside the institute.
“and (y/n), don’t forget to breathe through your nose. i want you to take every fucking inch of me.” sophia tangled her fingers in your hair, guiding your face closer to her hard, throbbing cock. the musky scent filled your nostrils, making your head spin with desire. she rubbed the leaking tip against your lips, smearing your skin with her sticky pre–cum.
“that’s it, baby. open wide for me.” she coaxed, her grip on your hair tightening. it doesn’t take long for sophia to start doing things her way, going from having a messy grip on your hair to holding it in a ponytail, keeping you in place without even having a chance to choose to do something else.
slowly, she pushed forward, the thick head of her cock parting your lips and sliding into the wet heat of your mouth. a low groan escaped her as your tongue instinctively swirled around the sensitive flesh. she began to move, pushing more of her length past your stretched lips with each thrust. your jaw ached as you struggled to accommodate her size, but the discomfort only seemed to fuel your arousal.
“fuck, your mouth feels incredible.” sophia panted, her hips rocking steadily as she fucked your face. one hand stayed in your hair, setting a brutal pace, while the other slid down to fondle your breast roughly. “i knew you’d have a talented tongue, (y/n). such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”
she pulled you forward until your nose was pressed against her pelvis, your throat stretched taut around her thick length. she held you there, letting you feel the heavy throb of her heartbeat, before starting to withdraw slowly. just before your lips slipped off the tip, she slammed back in, fucking your face with renewed vigor.
the wet sounds of her thrusts and your muffled moans filled the closet, a filthy symphony of lust and desire. sophia’s breathing grew ragged, her grip on you tightening as she chased her pleasure. she was close, so close, and you could only pray that you’d be able to take everything she had to give you.
with a hoarse cry, sophia buried herself to the hilt in your throat, her cock pulsing and twitching as she found her release. thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your gullet, filling your belly with her seed. she held you in place, grinding against your face as spurt after spurt of jizz pumped into you.
finally, with a shuddering gasp, she pulled out, her softening cock slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. a strand of cum connected the tip to your swollen lower lip before breaking, allowing it to drip down onto your chin. sophia swiped her fingers through the mess, pushing the sticky fluid into your mouth so she could taste the salty and sweet essence of her climax.
sophia leaned down, her face inches from yours, panting softly. she licked her lips, savoring the taste of your mixed saliva and her own release. “fuck, that was... intense.” she breathed out, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face. “you’re a natural at this, babygirl. i knew you’d have a talented mouth on you.”
she helped you up to your feet, pressing your body flush against hers. her hands slid down to grope your ass, squeezing the firm globes through your jeans. “such a good girl, swallowing every drop. i think you've more than earned a reward.” sophia purred, her voice dripping with lust and promise.
her lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, no doubt tasting herself on your lips and tongue. she kissed you deeply, passionately, until you were both left breathless and craving more.
sophia broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. she grinned wickedly, her eyes glinting with mischief and dark desire.* “i’m not done with you yet, (y/n). that was just the beginning. by the time i’m finished, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.” she promised, her voice low and full of sinful intent. “now, let’s get these clothes off you and see what i have to work with, hmm?”
again, sophia’s attitude was getting on your nerves.
“just hurry up. we don’t have much time.”
sophia growled playfully at your urgency, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “oh, i don’t plan on wasting a single second, babygirl. we might be short on time, but i’m not short on ideas…”
sophia chuckled darkly, amused by your eagerness. she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered. “don’t worry, babygirl. i’ll make every second count.”
her skilled fingers made quick work of your clothes, practically tearing them off your body in her haste. buttons popped and fabric ripped, the sounds of your disrobing mingling with your own panting breaths. in a matter of moments, you stood before her, bare and exposed, goosebumps prickling your skin from the cool air and the intensity of her heated gaze.
sophia took a step back, her eyes roaming over every inch of your naked flesh, drinking in the sight of you. a low, appreciative whistle escaped her lips. “fuck, (y/n)... you’re even more gorgeous than i imagined. curves in all the right places.” she purred, reaching out to trail a finger down the valley between your breasts, over your stomach, and dipping teasingly between your thighs.
she pushed your thighs apart with her knees, stepping between them to press her body against yours. her hands slid up your sides, over your ribcage, and cupped your breasts roughly. she squeezed the soft mounds, kneading them in her palms as she leaned down to capture one hardened nipple in her mouth.
sophia sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak before she bit down, sending a jolt of pleasure–pain straight to your core. her other hand slid down your stomach, fingers delving through the slick folds of your sex, stroking your most intimate places. “so wet already, babygirl? you’re going to be the death of me.”
sophia’s fingers found your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a teasing pressure that made your hips buck involuntarily. she chuckled against your breast, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. two fingers pushed inside your tight heat, pumping steadily, curling against that special spot that made your vision go white.
her mouth moved to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. she bit, sucked, and licked until the peak was red and aching, glistening with her saliva. all the while, her fingers never stopped their relentless assault on your sex, plunging in and out, stroking your walls, coaxing out your pleasure.
sophia’z own arousal pressed insistently against your thigh, hard and throbbing, leaking pre–cum that smeared against your skin. she rocked her hips, grinding her thick length along your leg as she fingered you, seeking her own pleasure from your body’s responses.
“fuck, (y/n).” she gasped, pulling back to look at you with wild, lust–crazed eyes. “you’re so fucking tight. i can feel you squeezing my fingers, greedy little thing. you want more, don’t you? want me to fill up this hungry cunt?”
“just fuck me already.”
sophia grinned wickedly at your desperate plea, her eyes flashing with triumph and dark promise. “as you wish, babygirl.” she purred, her voice a low, sinful growl.
she withdrew her fingers from your dripping sex, bringing them to her mouth to suck your essence clean. she let out a low moan, her tongue swirling around the digits. “mmmh, delicious. i could get addicted to your taste, (y/n)."
gripping your thighs, sophia lifted you up and spun around, pinning you against the wall of the closet. she hitched your legs around her waist, the head of her cock nudging insistently at your entrance. with a swift, hard thrust, she buried herself inside you to the hilt, stretching you deliciously around her thick girth.
“fuck!” sophia cried out, her head falling back as your tight heat engulfed her. she stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion, before she began to move. her hips rocked against yours, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace.
the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small space, mingling with your wanton moans and sophia’s grunts of pleasure. she gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, no doubt leaving finger–shaped marks on your skin as she pounded into you relentlessly.
“take it, (y/n).” she growled, her voice strained with exertion and lust. “take my fucking cock. this cunt was made for me, fits me like a goddamn glove. you’re mine now, understand? my perfect little fuck toy.”
sophia leaned down, sinking her teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, marking you as her own. she sucked hard, no doubt leaving a vivid purple bruise for all to see. her hands slid under your ass, gripping the cheeks roughly as she hoisted you up higher, changing the angle of her thrusts. she hit a spot deep inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids, your body seizing up in ecstasy.
“that’s it, babygirl.” sophia hissed, her voice rough and ragged. “come on my fucking cock. i want to feel this greedy cunt spasm around me as you scream my name. let everyone at this shitty party know who you belong to now.”
sophia’s words, dripping with dark possession and lust, pushed you over the edge. your body convulsed in her arms, your sex clenching and fluttering wildly around her pistoning cock as your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave. a scream tore from your throat, echoing off the closet walls as you came undone, your juices gushing out to soak sophia’s still-thrusting length.
“fuck yes, (y/n)!” sophia roared, feeling your release gripping her like a vice. she fucked you through your climax, prolonging your pleasure until you were boneless and spent, your cries turning to whimpers and soft mewls.
sophia snarled, a feral sound of pure, unadulterated lust. your desperate, wanton plea only spurred her on, driving her to fuck into you with renewed vigor. she could feel her own release fast approaching, her heavy balls tightening, ready to pump you full of her hot, thick seed.
“you want me to breed this hungry little cunt, babe? want to feel my cum flooding this tight fuckhole?” sophia growled, her voice a low, guttural rasp. she gripped your hips with bruising force, slamming into you with short, sharp thrusts that hit your cervix dead–on.
she leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss. her tongue invaded your mouth, dominating you, claiming you utterly. she swallowed your moans and cries, drinking in your pleasure like it was the finest wine.
“i’m gonna pump you so full of my fucking cum, (y/n). gonna mark this pussy as my property, make sure everyone knows who it belongs to. you’re going to be dripping with my seed for days, babygirl. a constant reminder of who makes this cunt feel this fucking good.” sophia promised darkly, punctuating each word with a hard, deep thrust.
her movements turned erratic, losing rhythm as she chased her impending climax. the closet is filled with the sounds of her grunts and growls, the slick, obscene noises of your coupling, and your own high–pitched keens of ecstasy. the air was thick with the musky scent of sex and the electric charge of your combined lust.
with one final, brutal thrust, sophia buried herself to the hilt inside you, her cock pulsing and throbbing as she found her release. thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, flooding your womb with his potent seed. she ground her pelvis against your ass, stirring her release inside you, making sure you took every last drop.
sophia roared, her head thrown back, tendons straining in her neck as she came. her body shuddered and jerked above you, lost in the throes of her intense orgasm. she filled you to the brim, and then some, excess cum bubbling out around her still–pulsing length to trickle down your thighs.
finally, with a shuddering gasp, sophia collapsed against you, her weight pressing you into the wall. she panted harshly, her breath hot against your neck as she struggled to catch her breath. you could feel her heart pounding in her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.
slowly, she lifted her head, her dark eyes finding yours. they were glazed over, hazy with the afterglow of her intense climax. a lazy, satisfied smirk spread across her face as she took in your own expression of blissed–out ecstasy.
“fuck, (y/n)... that was incredible.” sophia murmured, her voice low and rough. she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. it was a far cry from the frantic, desperate kisses of moments before, but no less passionate. she savored your mouth, your tongue, as if trying to memorize the taste of you.
“i knew you’d be a good fuck, but damn... i wasn’t expecting you to be this perfect.” she said, pulling back to brush a strand of hair from your face. her fingers lingered on your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline with a gentleness that belied her earlier roughness.
sophia’s fingers trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, before cupping your breast possessively. she squeezed the soft mound, her thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your nipple between them, coaxing it back to stiffness. her other hand slid down your stomach, feeling the way it fluttered and clenched at his touch, still sensitive from your intense climax.
“such a good girl, taking my load so well…” sophia purred, a wicked glint in her eye. she circled your belly button before dipping lower, fingers brushing through the slick, sticky mess of their combined releases. she brought her coated fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with a low moan of approval.
“we make quite the delicious pair. i could get used to this taste, to the feeling of your tight little cunt gripping my cock like it never wants to let go.” she said, her voice a low, sinful rumble. her fingers trailed back down, teasing your slit, dipping into your entrance to stir up the cum plugging you up.
“but don’t think we’re done here, (y/n). i’m not nearly finished with this sexy little body.” sophia warned, a dark promise in her tone. she gripped your thighs, spreading them wider, opening you up completely to her hungry gaze. she could see the way her thick seed was leaking out of you, trickling down to pool on the floor beneath you.
sophia’s cock, still buried deep inside your fluttering walls, twitched and began to harden once more. she rocked her hips, thrusting lazily into your sensitive sex, working her renewed arousal deeper. her eyes never left yours, watching your face as he stoked the embers of your desire back into a roaring flame.
“seven minutes isn’t enough time to ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. i want to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until the only thing you can think about is the feeling of my cock splitting you open.” sophia growled, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust that made your eyes roll back.
as much as you would love to continue, unfortunately you cannot. seven minutes in heaven is a game where everyone knows what you’re doing in the closet, and of course taking longer than necessary would take time and raise suspicions. besides, you couldn’t continue if you wanted to anyway since the group of boys were counting the time, clearly yearning for you two to go out to find out if sophia could finally stop being a “loser virgin” by being alone with a girl. “sophia, everyone would notice. we don’t have more time.”
sophia’s lips curled into a wicked smirk at your breathless protest. she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured. “notice? sweetie, i want them to notice. i want everyone at this party to know that this sexy little body belongs to me now.”
she punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, driving her hardening length deeper into your sensitive core. a low moan spilled from your lips at the sudden intrusion, your fingers scrabbling at her back for purchase.
"we can go to the dorms— i don’t know if you roommate is there.”
sophia’s eyes flashed with a dark, wicked gleam at your suggestion. she leaned back, gripping your chin to tilt your face up to her. her thumb brushed over your lower lip, tracing it slowly. “mmmh, i like the way you think. a private room, a bed big enough for me to fuck you properly... i could make you scream so loud, the whole building would know who this tight little cunt belongs to.”
she rocked her hips, grinding her thickness against your sensitive walls, already fully hard and ready for another round. her other hand slid up your side, cupping your breast roughly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. “but first…”
quick as a flash, sophia lifted you up and spun around, setting you on your wobbly feet. she kept an arm around your waist to steady you, not wanting you to fall. with her other hand, she swiftly tucked herself back into her jeans, not bothering to fully zip up. the bulge of her arousal was clearly visible, straining against the denim.
and well, you weren’t aware that sophia was an honest gentlewoman. she could have let you get ready by yourself while she finished arranging her own clothes, but seeing her pick up your clothes from the floor and gently place her hands on your body to dress you was something that surprised you.
she grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with her own, and began leading you towards the door. she paused for a moment, turning to press you up against the wall, and captured your lips in a last searing, hungry kiss. she licked into your mouth, her tongue stroking along yours, tasting you deeply. when she pulled back, you were both left panting.
“don’t worry, baby. i’ll make sure my roommate knows exactly what a dirty girl you are, getting fucked silly by a girl in my dorm room.” sophia purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “now, let’s go. i want to bend you over my bed and show you what a real girl can do.” sophia led you out of the closet, her grip on your hand tight and possessive. she pulled you through the crowded party, not caring who saw the intimate way she held you. in fact, she seemed to relish the stares and whispers that followed in your wake, a smug smirk on her face as she no doubt envisioned all the filthy things she planned to do to you once she got you alone.
when you reached the door of the closet, sophia paused for a moment, turning to face you. her hands slid around your waist, pulling your body flush against her own. she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as he whispered. “i can’t fucking wait to get you naked and spread out on my bed, (y/n). i’m going to take my time with you, explore every inch of this sexy body until i know it better than i know my own. and then, once i’ve got you dripping and begging, i’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name. the only thing you’ll remember is the feeling of my cock splitting you open again and again, claiming this pussy as my own.”
with that dark promise ringing in your ears, sophia grabbed your hand once more and led you out into the cool party air. the dorms were a short walk away, and as you walked, her fingers never left your skin, caressing and teasing, stoking the constant ache of arousal that seemed to be a permanent fixture now that she had touched you.
the dorm room was dark and quiet, save for the muffled sounds of the party still going on in the next building. sophia kicked the door shut behind you, pushing you up against it and claiming your lips in a searing, hungry kiss. her hands roamed your body greedily, squeezing and groping, as if she couldn’t touch you enough.
sophia took you to her room, letting you enter first while she took care of closing the door. her room had pearly white walls, decorated with photographs of bands or posters of the same. there was a bookshelf standing on one side of the room, filled with records or albums of various bands, even some collectible figures or decorative things. her desk was messy, as was her bed.
she walked you backwards towards the bed, her lips now over yours. when the back of your knees hit the mattress, she pushed you down, following you onto the bed and settling between your thighs. in a simple blink of an eye she managed to remove all the clothes from your body, only this time you weren’t aware of it and didn”t notice when you felt her smile against your lips. she sat back on her haunches, drinking in the sight of you splayed out beneath her, completely at her mercy.
“fuck, look at you... spread out like a feast, just waiting for me to devour every last bite.” sophia purred, her voice low and rough with desire. her hands slid up your inner thighs, pushing them further apart, baring you completely to her heated gaze. she leaned down, trailing open–mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, her tongue darting out to taste you teasingly.
“i want you to ride me, babygirl.” she commanded, hee voice a dark, sinful rumble. she sat back, quickly unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down her legs along with her underwear. her thick, hard cock sprang free, bobbing against her stomach as it leaked pre–cum.
sophia wrapped a hand around the thick length, stroking it slowly as she watched your face with a wicked grin. “i want to watch your sexy little body bouncing on my cock, tits jiggling in my face as you fuck yourself on me. i want to feel this greedy cunt squeezing me like a vice as you chase your pleasure.”
she tapped the swollen head of her dick against your entrance, coating it in your slick arousal. her other hand gripped your hip, squeezing the soft flesh as she held you in place, waiting for you to impale yourself on her.
“don’t be shy now, (y/n). take what you need.” sophia encouraged, her voice dripping with dark promise. “fuck yourself on my cock until you can’t take anymore. until the only thing you can think about is the feeling of my thick meat splitting you open, claiming this pussy as its own.
with a shaky breath, you reached down and gripped sophia’s thick shaft, lining it up with your entrance. you could feel the heat radiating off it, could see the way it throbbed with need. slowly, you sank down, taking just the tip inside at first. your body resisted, tight and unyielding, unused to such girth.
sophia’s eyes flashed with a dark, wicked gleam as she watched your face, taking in every micro–expression. she could see the way your brows furrowed, could hear the soft whimper that escaped your lips as you struggled to accommodate her size. she loved seeing you like this, loved knowing that she was the one causing such delicious discomfort.
“that’s it, babygirl.” she purred, his voice a low, sinful rumble. “take it nice and slow. let this greedy little cunt get used to the feeling of my big, hard cock stretching it out. you’re being such a good girl, taking me so deep…”
her words trailed off into a low groan as you sank down further, taking another inch of her thick length inside your fluttering walls. she could feel your velvety heat gripping her like a fist, squeezing and massaging her aching shaft. if took every ounce of her willpower not to grab your hips and slam you down, burying herself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
instead, she let you set the pace, watching with rapt attention as you slowly impaled yourself on her cock. Inch by tortuous inch disappeared inside your sex, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, you bottomed out. your ass rested against her thighs, her heavy balls nestled against your skin, and her cock pulsed deep inside your core.
“fuck, (y/n)... you feel incredible.” sophia groaned, her head falling back against the pillow as she savored the feeling of your tight, wet heat enveloping her completely. “i’ve never felt anything like this before. your cunt was made for my cock, fits me like a goddamn glove.’
she reached up, cupping your breasts in her large hands, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds. her thumbs and forefingers found your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive peaks until they pebbled and stiffened under her touch. all the while, she rocked his hips slowly, letting you feel every thick inch of her as she thrust up to meet your downward movements. her hands slid down your sides, gripping your waist possessively as she guided your movements, helping you bounce on her lap with increasing fervor.
“that’s it, baby.” she encouraged, her voice strained with pleasure. “ride my fucking cock just like that. use me for your pleasure, take what you need. i want to see this sexy body shaking and trembling as you come apart on my dick.”
sophia’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched your tits jiggle hypnotically with each roll of your hips. she leaned forward, capturing one peak in her hot mouth, sucking hard as her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. her hand slid around to grope the globe of your ass, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling you harder against her, grinding your clit against her pelvis.
you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core as you rode her with wild abandon. the wet, obscene sounds of your coupling filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and sophia’s guttural groans of pleasure. your slick arousal coated her shaft, dripping down to soak her balls and the sheets beneath you.
sophia’s grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh as she felt your movements becoming more erratic. she could tell you were close, could feel your velvety walls starting to flutter and clench around his throbbing cock. she thrust up to meet your increasingly desperate bounces, the head of her dick kissing your cervix with each pass.
“that’s it, gorgeous.” she growled, her voice a low, sinful rumble. “come on my fucking cock. i want to feel this greedy cunt gripping me like a vice as you scream my name. let me feel you fall apart, knowing it’s me who made you feel this way.”
one hand slid around to your ass, gripping the globe hard enough to leave finger–shaped bruises. the other hand snaked between your bodies, clever fingers finding your swollen clit. she rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles, timed with the sharp snaps of her hips as she fucked up into you.
“i’ve got you, (y/n).” sophia panted, her breath hot against your neck. “you’re being such a good girl, taking my cock so well. i’m going to fill this pussy up so fucking good, pump you full of my cum until you’re dripping with it. everyone will know this cunt belongs to me, that i’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”
with a few more powerful thrusts, sophia buried herself deep inside you and pinched your clit hard. the intense pleasure–pain pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. your sex clamped down on her cock, gripping her like a silken vise as you shook and trembled above her, your juices gushing out to soak her shaft and balls.
“fuck, (y/n)!” sophia roared, her head thrown back, tendons straining in her neck as your climax triggered her own. her hips jerked and stuttered, slamming up into you as she found her release. thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, flooding your womb with her potent seed. she gripped your hips, holding you in place as she pumped you full, making sure you took every last drop.
finally, with a shuddering groan, sophia collapsed back against the bed, pulling you down with her. she pulled you down to rest against her heaving chest, your bodies still joined intimately as you both struggled to catch your breath. one hand slid up your back, fingers splaying across your sweat–slicked skin as she held you close, stroking your back in soft circles that contrasted with her sharp touch from a few moments ago. the other hand cupped your face, tilting your head up to meet her heated gaze.
“fuck, (y/n).” sophia panted, her voice rough and low. “that was... incredible. i knew you’d feel amazing, but damn... i wasn’t expecting you to ruin me for anyone else.” she smirked, a wicked glint in her eye. “i don’t think i’ll ever be able to fuck anyone else without thinking about this tight little pussy squeezing my cock like it never wants to let go.”
she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. it was a far cry from the frantic, desperate kisses of before, but no less passionate. she savored your mouth, your tongue, as if trying to memorize the taste of you. when she pulled back, she brushed a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering on your cheek.
“please, stay the night with me.” sophia murmured, her voice a low, intimate rumble. “i’m not nearly done with this sexy body. i want to wake up tomorrow morning with you in my arms, still buried inside this perfect cunt. i want to fuck you all night long, until we’re both too tired and sore to move.”
her cock, still hard and ready, throbbed inside you at the thought. she rolled her hips, stirring her release deeper, and groaned at the feeling of your slick walls clenching around her. clearly this was just the beginning of the night…
Daniela has always wanted a big sister she could lean on after her mother passed away. And she got Sophia, thankfully. She was more than what she has expected but Sophia's also has this thing she can't ignore that suddenly, Daniela doesn't want a shoulder to cry on anymore. She wants to get her hands on the secret hiding in Sophia’s sweatpants, even if it means ruining the sisterhood she always wanted.
the first time they met was a tuesday night in late november, two years ago. daniela was eighteen, sitting in a high-backed leather booth at a restaurant in downtown manhattan that charged for water, picking at a linen napkin until it shredded into white confetti in her lap. her father sat across from her, radiating a nervous energy that made his tie look too tight, next to a woman who smiled so much it looked painful.
then, sophia arrived.
she was twenty-two then, wearing a black blazer that looked tailored and jeans that looked comfortable, a combination that shouldn’t have worked but did.
"sorry," sophia had said. she slid into the booth next to daniela, her thigh brushing against daniela’s in the cramped space. "traffic on the bridge was a nightmare."
she looked at daniela then. "hi. you must be dani."
"daniela," daniela had corrected automatically, her voice small.
"dani," sophia repeated, deciding right then and there that she knew better. she smiled, and her eyes crinkled at the corners in a way that made daniela feel instantly, inexplicably seen. "i’m sophia. i guess we’re stuck with each other."
under the table, sophia’s knee pressed against daniela’s. it was an accident but sophia didn’t pull away. instead, she reached for the water pitcher and poured daniela a glass before pouring her own.
"eat the bread," sophia had whispered ten minutes later, leaning close while their parents discussed wedding venues. "it’s the only thing here worth the price tag."
daniela had looked up at her, startled.in that moment, daniela decided that having a step-sister might be good.
that illusion lasted exactly eighteen months.
it died on a humid tuesday afternoon, six months ago.
she had come home early from classes, a headache throbbing behind her temples. the house was supposed to be empty. but sounds drifted from the end of the hallway, from sophia’s room.
daniela had approached the door with the innocent intention of saying hello. the door wasn’t latched. it had popped open a fraction of an inch, pushed by the draft from the ac vent.
daniela pushed it further.
she didn’t scream nor did she ran away. she froze, her hand still gripping the brass handle, her breath trapped in a lung that suddenly felt too small.
sophia was there.
sophia was on the bed, on her knees, her back to the door. her shirt was off, the muscles of her back showing under sweat-slicked skin—flexed as she moved. beneath her lay marquise, sophia’s girlfriend at the time, her legs thrown high over sophia’s shoulders, her toes curling into the air.
and then daniela saw it.
she saw the angle of sophia’s hips, driving forward. her cock.
sophia growled. "take it," sophia had commanded.
marquise had sobbed, a broken, wet noise of pure, overwhelmed pleasure.
daniela saw the connection then, the place where sophia’s body merged with marquise’s. it was undeniably huge.
sophia laforteza, her step-sister, was burying a cock deep inside her girlfriend. the sound of it—the wet, visceral slap of skin meeting skin, the squelch of friction—was obscene in the quiet afternoon.
daniela should have looked away. she should have been horrified. instead, a heat had flared in her stomach, scorching through her guilt. she watched for ten seconds. ten seconds of sophia’s ass flexing, of the wet, slapping sound, of the sheer, heavy reality of what sophia was hiding in her pants.
she had backed away silently, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs, and fled to her room.
that started the obsession.
that same heat was present now, simmering under daniela’s skin like a fever she couldn't break, as she sat at the kitchen island pretending to read a textbook on marketing principles.
it was 7:00 am on a sunday. the house was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock that seemed to mock her pulse. daniela wasn’t reading. she was waiting.
she heard the shuffle of footsteps before she saw her. the rhythm was familiar—slow, heavy, sleepy.
sophia emerged from the hallway, scratching her stomach. she was a beautiful disaster. her dark hair was a bird's nest of tangles, her eyes were half-lidded with sleep, and she was wearing a faded band t-shirt and grey sweatpants that had seen better days.
"morning," sophia rasped.
"morning," daniela replied. she didn't look up. not yet. she stared at the words on the page, willing her pulse to slow down, fighting the urge to look before she was ready.
sophia shuffled into the kitchen proper, yawning loud and wide. she stretched, her arms reaching up, her shirt riding up to reveal a strip of tan, taut stomach, the v-lines of her hips disappearing into the waistband of the sweatpants.
"coffee?" sophia asked, moving toward the machine.
"please," daniela said.
she risked it. she looked up.
and gods, it was a mistake. it was always a mistake.
the grey sweatpants hung low on sophia’s hips, the fabric soft and unforgiving. as sophia reached up to grab a mug from the shelf, the material pulled tight against her front.
there it was.
the print.
it wasn't subtle. it was thick and unmistakable.
her step-sister's morning wood.
daniela’s mouth went dry. her eyes traced the shape of it—the way the fabric tented, the weight that seemed to drag the waistband down. she remembered the sight of it in the flesh, the pink, veined reality she had glimpsed six months ago, and her thighs clenched involuntarily against the leather of the barstool. the image of that anatomy burying itself inside marquise flashed in her mind, overlaid with the domestic scene of sophia reaching for coffee.
sophia turned around, mug in hand, and caught daniela staring.
for a second, there was silence. the air grew heavy. sophia blinked, her brain catching up to her body. she glanced down, saw exactly what daniela was looking at, and a flush of pink rose up her neck, staining her cheeks.
she tugged her shirt down aggressively.
"sorry," sophia mumbled, clearing her throat. she shifted her weight, turning her hip away, trying to hide it. "i’m… a mess. didn't realize you were up."
don't hide it, daniela thought, the words screaming in her head, a desperate plea she couldn't voice. take it out. put it on the counter.
"you're fine," daniela said, forcing her voice to be light, sisterly, masking the vibration of want in her throat. "it's early."
sophia offered a lopsided, embarrassed smile. she walked over to the island, keeping the counter between them as a shield. she reached out and patted daniela’s head, her hand large and warm, her fingers threading briefly through daniela’s hair.
"you're studying too hard, baby," sophia said softly. "it's sunday. relax."
the pet name hit her hard. sophia meant it innocently. she meant little sister.
but daniela didn’t feel innocent. she leaned into the touch, just for a second, closing her eyes. she imagined that hand sliding down, past her neck, gripping her throat. she imagined the body attached to that hand pressing her into the marble countertop, ruining the domesticity with the same animalistic need she’d witnessed through the open door.
"i have a test," daniela lied, opening her eyes.
"nerd," sophia teased, pulling her hand away. "i’m gonna shower. don't burn the house down while i'm gone."
"no promises," daniela murmured.
she watched sophia walk away.
when the bathroom door clicked shut down the hall, daniela let out a breath that sounded like a sob. she dropped her head onto the textbook, the cold paper pressing against her burning forehead. this was unsustainable.
and she was going to make it worse.
***
two days later, the opportunity presented itself.
daniela came home from dance practice limping. it wasn't entirely a lie. her calf was tight—but she exaggerated the wince as she walked into the living room where sophia was reading.
"you okay?" sophia asked immediately, marking her page and looking up.
"cramp," daniela hissed, dropping her bag. "my calf is killing me. i think i pulled something."
"come here," sophia said, patting the sofa cushion. "let me see."
daniela sat. she pulled up the leg of her sweatpants, exposing her calf. sophia’s hands were on her instantly. they were warm, rougher than daniela’s, with calluses on the palms from the gym.
sophia began to massage the muscle. she was thorough. she dug her thumbs into the knot, her grip firm and bordering on painful.
"jesus," daniela gasped, her head falling back against the cushions.
"breathe through it," sophia instructed. "you need to drink more water, dani."
sophia’s hands worked their way up. from the ankle, to the calf, toward the back of the knee. e
daniela watched her through half-lidded eyes, the concentration on sophia’s face, the way her jaw set as she worked.
"higher," daniela whispered.
"here?" sophia moved her hands up, past the knee, to the lower thigh.
"yeah," daniela breathed. "it hurts there too."
sophia kneaded the flesh of daniela’s thigh. her thumbs pressed into the soft inner skin. it was dangerously close.
daniela let out a sound. it wasn't a sound of pain. it was a low, throaty whimper that belonged in a bedroom, not a living room.
sophia’s hands paused. she froze.
for a heartbeat, neither of them moved. sophia’s thumbs were resting just inches from the heat of daniela’s pussy. daniela could feel the warmth of sophia’s palms seeping into her skin.
sophia pulled her hands away abruptly. she stood up, clearing her throat, looking everywhere but at daniela’s exposed leg.
"i think… i think that's enough," sophia stammered. "put some ice on it. i have to… i have to make a call."
she fled. again.
daniela sat on the couch, her leg throbbing, her heart racing. she had pushed the line. sophia had noticed. and sophia had run.
but running was just a delay. and she knew that.
***
"movie night," sophia had declared, trying to force normalcy back into the house. she ordered pizza. she dragged a duvet onto the massive l-shaped couch. "mandatory attendance. no phones."
daniela had agreed. she went to her room and changed. she bypassed her usual pajamas—the flannel pants, the oversized shirts—and chose a slip dress. it was silk, midnight blue, and ended mid-thigh. it was technically sleepwear, but it was thin. paper thin.
when she walked back into the living room, sophia was already set up. she looked up, and her eyes widened slightly.
"aren't you gonna be cold?" sophia asked, eyebrows furrowing in that familiar, big-sister concern.
"i have the duvet," daniela said simply.
she didn't sit on the other end. she didn't sit next to sophia. she crawled directly into the space between sophia’s spread legs, turning her back to sophia’s chest, and settled down.
"personal space?" sophia laughed nervously, though she shifted to accommodate her, wrapping the duvet around both of them.
"i'm freezing," daniela lied. "you're warm. deal with it."
"brat," sophia muttered affectionately, though her voice was tight. she wrapped her arms around daniela’s waist, locking her in. her chin came to rest on top of daniela’s head.
the movie started—some loud action flick—but daniela felt nothing but the body behind her.
sophia was warm. solid. daniela could feel the slow, steady thump of sophia’s heart against her back. she could feel the roughness of sophia’s forearms where they rested across daniela’s stomach.
daniela waited. she waited until the movie lulled, until the room was quiet.
then, she moved.
she shifted her hips, digging her bottom back into sophia’s lap. it wasn't a large movement—just a wiggle, a settling—but she made sure to press her lower back firmly against the seam of sophia’s jeans.
sophia stiffened.
daniela felt the reaction instantly. the muscles in sophia’s arms tensed. her breath hitched, just a fraction of a second, before resuming a little shallower than before.
"comfortable?" sophia asked, her voice strained.
"mmhmm," daniela hummed. she let her head lull back against sophia’s shoulder, exposing her neck. "this is nice."
she did it again. she shifted her weight, grinding slowly, deliberately, against the junction of sophia’s thighs. the silk dress offered zero friction. daniela could feel everything—the heat, the hardness beginning to form.
sophia’s body was betraying her. despite the sisterly context, despite the taboo, the biology was responding to the pressure of a warm, soft body moving against it.
"dani," sophia warned. her voice had dropped. it wasn't the baby voice anymore. it was lower. dangerous. "stop moving."
"i can't get comfortable," daniela whispered. she turned her head slightly, her nose brushing the sensitive skin of sophia’s neck. she smelled the soap sophia used.
sophia inhaled sharply.
beneath daniela, the change was undeniable now. sophia was hard. a distinct, rigid pressure pressed against daniela’s lower back. it was exactly what daniela wanted.
daniela pressed back against it, bold and reckless.
sophia unraveled.
"okay," sophia said, her voice cracking. she abruptly unwrapped her arms and practically shoved daniela forward. "i need water."
sophia scrambled off the couch, hunching slightly, tugging her t-shirt down. she didn't look at daniela. her face was flushed, her jaw clenched tight.
"pause the movie," sophia muttered, fleeing toward the kitchen like the devil was chasing her.
daniela didn't pause the movie. she stayed curled in the warm spot sophia had left, wrapped in the scent of sandalwood and panic, and smiled into the dark.
the victory was short-lived, replaced by a gnawing, insatiable hunger. provoking sophia was one thing; seeing her was another.
later that night, long after the movie had finished and they had retreated to their separate rooms, the house settled into silence. daniela couldn't sleep. the memory of the pressure against her back was a ghost haunting her skin.
she heard it around 2:00 am.
the sound of pipes groaning. the hiss of water.
the shower in the hallway bathroom—the one sophia used because the master bath was being renovated—was running.
daniela lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan. don't go, she told herself. it's creepy. it's wrong. she's your step-sister.
she threw the covers off.
she crept down the hallway, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. the door to the bathroom wasn't fully closed. it never was; the latch was sticky, a defect of the old house. a sliver of yellow light cut across the floorboards.
daniela stopped outside the door. she told herself she just needed a glass of water from the sink. she told herself she was just checking.
she peered through the crack.
the shower curtain was translucent, a frosted plastic that blurred details but magnified shapes. the silhouette was there.
sophia stood under the spray, one hand braced high against the tiled wall, her head thrown back, neck arched in a curve that looked like agony.
the water was loud, but not loud enough to mask the sound.
breathing. ragged, broken gasps that tore from sophia’s throat. and beneath that, a wet, rhythmic sound. schlick. schlick. schlick.
daniela’s knees went weak. she gripped the doorframe to keep from sliding to the floor.
through the curtain, the shadow of sophia’s other hand was visible at her hips. it was moving fast. the silhouette of sophia’s cock—the thing daniela obsessed over—was a dark, heavy shape in her hand.
sophia was jerking off.
"fuck," sophia hissed, the word strangled. her hips snapped forward, bucking against her own hand, slipping on the wet tile.
daniela felt the heat pool between her own legs, instant and overwhelming. she pressed a hand to her stomach, over the silk of her nightgown, watching her step-sister. daniela watched, mesmerized, as sophia’s rhythm stuttered. the shadow arched, rigid and trembling. a low, guttural groan ripped from sophia’s chest—a sound of pure release and shame mingled together.
daniela backed away. she couldn't watch the finish. it felt too intimate, too raw. she turned and fled back to her room, diving under the covers, her heart hammering against the mattress, her own hand sliding down her stomach to finish what sophia had started.
***
the final push happened three days later.
it was 3:00 am. the house was dead silent. daniela lay awake, the sheets tangled around her legs, the air in her room stiflingly hot.
she couldn't do it anymore. the waiting. the games? the "accidentally" brushing hands in the kitchen? the looks sophia gave her when she thought daniela wasn't watching?
daniela got out of bed.
she walked down the hall. she reached sophia’s door. it was closed.
she turned the handle and it was unlocked.
moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of silver across the bed.
sophia was asleep. she was sprawled on her back, one arm thrown over her eyes, the duvet kicked down to her waist. she was wearing a tank top and boxers.
daniela approached the bed. her heart was beating so hard she thought it might wake sophia up on its own. she climbed onto the mattress.
the movement shifted the bed. sophia didn't wake. she let out a soft snore, shifting slightly.
daniela crawled over her. she straddled sophia’s hips, settling her weight carefully. she looked down at her sleeping step-sister.
through the thin fabric of the boxers, daniela could feel it. the ridge. it was half-hard, a slumbering thing, reacting to the warmth of daniela’s body settling over it.
daniela leaned forward. she placed her hands on sophia’s chest, right over her heart.
she began to grind.
she rolled her hips, pressing her center down against the bulge in sophia’s boxers. the friction was immediate. daniela gasped softly.
beneath her, sophia stirred.
the cock hardened instantly, responding to the pressure. it swelled, thick and angry, pushing up against daniela through the cotton.
sophia’s breath hitched. her arm moved from her eyes. she blinked, groggy, confused.
"wh… what?" sophia mumbled, her voice rough with sleep.
she focused. she saw the silhouette hovering above her. she felt the weight on her hips.
"dani?" sophia whispered.
"hi," daniela whispered back.
sophia’s hands flew up to daniela’s waist, her instinct to push her off. she gripped daniela’s hips hard, her fingers digging in.
"daniela?" sophia’s voice cracked, panic flooding in. "what are you doing? get off."
"no," daniela said. she ground down again, harder this time, rolling her hips in a circle.
sophia groaned, her head knocking back against the pillow. she tried to push up, tried to dislodge daniela, but daniela was heavy with intent.
"you can't be here," sophia gasped, her hips betraying her by twitching upward. "we can't… i'm your sister. get off me."
"step-sister," daniela corrected, leaning down so her hair curtained around them. "and you want this. i know you do."
"i don't," sophia lied, squeezing her eyes shut, turning her head to the side. "i don't. please, dani. don't do this."
"liar," daniela whispered. "i saw you."
sophia froze. "what?"
"in the shower," daniela murmured, her lips brushing the shell of sophia’s ear. "i heard you saying my name. i heard you touching yourself."
sophia went rigid. the fight drained out of her, replaced by pure, unadulterated shame. "you… you heard?"
"i heard everything," daniela said mercilessly. "and i saw you. with marquise. six months ago. i saw what you can do."
sophia gasped, a wrecked sound. "you saw?"
"i saw how big you are," daniela whispered. "and i’ve wanted it ever since."
daniela reached down. she grabbed the waistband of sophia’s boxers.
it sprang free. heavy. thick. veined and pulsing in the moonlight.
sophia let out a whimper, trying to cover herself, but daniela pinned her wrists to the mattress.
"look at it," daniela demanded. "it wants me."
"it doesn't matter," sophia begged, thrashing her legs, trying to buck daniela off. "it's wrong. please, baby. please get off. i can't… i can't control it if you stay."
"i don't want you to control it," daniela said. "i want you to lose."
daniela lifted her hips, the silk nightgown bunching at her waist. she was wet—soaking wet. the scent of her arousal hit the air, mixing with the musk of sophia’s sleep.
she didn't impale herself yet. instead, she lowered her pelvis slowly, just enough for her damp heat to graze the length of sophia’s exposed cock.
she began to rub.
"oh god," sophia choked out, her head rolling back.
daniela slid up and down, slick friction against rigid muscle. it was agonizingly slow. she teased the head, letting her juices coat it, hearing the wet shlick sound as she moved.
"is that good, big sister?" daniela taunted.
sophia’s hips jerked up, chasing the contact, betraying her words. "stop. please stop."
"you're leaking," daniela observed, watching a bead of pre-come pearl at the tip. she smeared it with her own wetness. "you're so desperate."
sophia was unraveling fast. the friction was too good, too taboo. her breath came in ragged pants.
"no!" sophia bucked harder, trying to dislodge her. "not like this. not on you."
daniela smiled. she stopped rubbing. she positioned herself.
sophia saw it happening. "no. no, dani, don't sit. don't you dare sit."
"watch me," daniela said.
she sank down.
it was a shock. a splitting, filling pressure that stole the breath from her lungs. she gasped, her head falling back.
"fuck!" sophia roared, her back arching off the mattress.
sophia’s hands moved from pushing to gripping. she tried to lift daniela off, but her fingers slipped on the sweat and silk, instinctively flying up to grab onto daniela's breasts for leverage as her hips bucked involuntarily. her thumbs pressed into the soft flesh, a desperate, bruising hold.
"get off," sophia gritted out, her teeth clenched, sweat instantly beading on her forehead. "i'm coming. get off now!"
"no," daniela sobbed, adjusting to the size. she began to bounce, feeling sophia's hands tighten painfully on her chest.
it wasn't gentle. she slammed her hips down, forcing sophia deeper inside her, trapping the orgasm.
"stop!" sophia groaned, her hips bucking up to meet the thrust despite her protests. "dani, i'm gonna fill you up! stop!"
"do it!" daniela screamed back, leaning down. "you're so weak, sophia. look at you. you can't even hold it."
"no!" sophia cried, her grip on daniela's breasts tightening until her knuckles turned white.
but it was too late. the sensation of being sheathed in wet, tight heat, combined with daniela’s relentless bouncing and the mocking words, shattered sophia’s control.
sophia tensed. her whole body went rigid. a guttural roar tore from her throat, her neck tendons straining.
she came.
she bucked upward, hard, burying herself to the hilt and holding there, pouring herself into daniela in pulsing, heavy waves. she shook with the force of it, completely undone, completely ruined.
"daniela," sophia sobbed, the name broken. "oh god. what did you do?"
she collapsed back onto the pillows, panting, her chest heaving, eyes blown wide and unseeing. her hands slid from daniela's chest, falling limp to the mattress.
daniela slowed. she felt the warmth of sophia spending herself inside, felt the twitching of the aftershocks.
"i won," daniela whispered, breathless and triumphant.
sophia looked up at her, dazed, her defenses obliterated. "you… you have to get off. i'm done. i can't."
"you're not done," daniela said.
she stayed right where she was, sophia still buried deep inside her, softening slightly but still thick.
"dani… please," sophia begged, her voice weak. "it's too sensitive. i can't take anymore."
"shh," daniela hushed her.
she began to move again. but this time, it was a slow grind. excruciatingly slow. she rotated her hips, churning against the sensitive, spent head of sophia’s cock.
sophia let out a high, thin whimper. her toes curled. "stop. it hurts. it's too much."
"it feels amazing," daniela corrected. "look at you. you're getting hard again."
it was true. despite the exhaustion, despite the release, the relentless, wet friction was waking sophia up. she twitched inside daniela, swelling back to full size.
"no," sophia gasped, shaking her head. "no, no, no."
"yes," daniela said.
she picked up the pace. from a grind to a bounce. squelch. squelch. the sound was louder now, wetter with sophia’s spend mixed in.
"i'm gonna break you," daniela promised.
she rode harder. sophia was trapped in a sensory nightmare of pleasure. every thrust was an overload. she couldn't push daniela off; she was paralyzed by the intensity.
"dani!" sophia sobbed. "i'm gonna die. i can't—i can't do it again."
"you will," daniela panted, sweat dripping down her neck. her breasts bounced freely, mesmerizing in the moonlight. "you're gonna give me everything."
she leaned forward, pressing her hands into the mattress on either side of sophia’s head, trapping her completely. she drove her hips down, again and again, a piston of demand.
sophia’s eyes rolled back. her mouth fell open in a silent scream. she started thrusting back—short, jagged, involuntary movements. her body was a slave to daniela’s rhythm.
"that's it," daniela praised. "be a good girl."
the degradation pushed sophia over the edge.
"fuck!" sophia shrieked.
the second orgasm hit her like a seizure. it was dry and painful and blindingly intense. her hips snapped up, locking against daniela, her entire body vibrating as the pleasure tore through her for the second time in minutes.
she slumped back, utterly destroyed. she couldn't move. she couldn't speak. she could only breathe, ragged and shallow.
daniela finally slowed. she ground one last time, savoring the twitch of sophia’s spent muscle, then climbed off slowly.
the wet sound of their separation—a loud, sticky shlck—echoed in the silent room.
daniela lay back on the bed, spreading her legs, exposing everything to the moonlight and to sophia. she was a mess of fluids and sweat, glowing in the silver light.
"come on, big sister," daniela challenged, her voice dripping with venom and honey. "you had your turn. now show me what you really wanted to do to me."
sophia sat up slowly. her hair was wild, her eyes dark circles of void. she looked at daniela—really looked at her—and something in her face changed.
she crawled down the bed, dragging her body over the sheets, and settled between daniela’s legs. her shadow fell over daniela, blotting out the moon.
"you think you won?" sophia growled, her voice a low rumble of thunder that vibrated in daniela's bones.
"i know i did," daniela smirked.
sophia grabbed daniela's thighs, her grip bruising, possessing.
"be careful what you wish for, baby," sophia whispered.
and then she lowered her head.
***
it had been two weeks since that night and to the untrained eye—specifically, the eyes of their parents, who had returned from their anniversary trip with sun-kissed skin and oblivious smiles—everything was normal. sophia was still the helpful older sister who fixed the wi-fi and carried the groceries. daniela was still the diligent student stressing over midterms.
but beneath the surface, every room held a ghost of what they had done. the couch. the hallway wall. the rug in the den. it wasn’t an accident anymore.
it became a habit.
***
sunday morning. 8:30 am.
the kitchen smelled of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon. the morning sun sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. it was the picture of domestic tranquility.
daniela stood at the stove, flipping pancakes. she was wearing a silk nightgown that ended mid-thigh, a robe loosely tied around her waist.
ten feet away, at the round glass dining table, their parents sat. her father was reading something on his tablet, spectacles perched on his nose. her step-mother was scrolling through her phone, occasionally commenting on the weather.
"dani, honey, don't let those burn," her step-mother called out cheerfully.
"i'm watching them," daniela replied, her voice steady.
she wasn't watching them. she was gripping the handle of the spatula so hard her knuckles were white.
because sophia was there.
sophia had walked into the kitchen a minute ago. she hadn't gone to the fridge. she hadn't gone to the coffee machine. she had walked straight to daniela.
the kitchen island was their cover. it was a massive slab of granite, tall and wide, effectively cutting off the view of anything below daniela’s waist from the dining table.
sophia stood directly behind her. to the parents, it looked like sophia was just grabbing a plate, or maybe waiting for breakfast. she was leaning in close, her chest pressing against daniela’s back, effectively boxing her in against the counter.
"morning," sophia whispered, her lips brushing the shell of daniela’s ear.
"morning," daniela breathed, staring blindly at the batter bubbling in the pan.
sophia didn't move away. instead, daniela felt sophia’s hands slide under the silk of her robe. they were warm, large, and calloused. they bypassed the fabric of the nightgown entirely, skimming up daniela’s bare thighs.
"sophia," daniela hissed.
"shh," sophia murmured. "they're right there. don't be rude."
sophia’s hands found daniela’s waist. she gripped the hip bones, anchoring herself. then, she stepped closer.
daniela felt it. the pressure of sophia’s morning erection pressing against her buttocks through the thin fabric of her boxers. sophia wasn't wearing pants. just an oversized t-shirt and boxers.
"you're not wearing anything," daniela whispered, panic flaring in her chest.
"neither are you," sophia countered.
she was right. daniela wasn't wearing panties. it was a choice she had made an hour ago, a silent invitation she hadn't expected to be accepted now, with an audience.
sophia used her knee to nudge daniela’s legs apart. daniela complied instinctively, widening her stance, bracing her hands on the cool metal of the stove.
"don't move," sophia commanded softly.
she used one hand to lift the back of daniela’s nightgown. she did it slowly, carefully, keeping the movement hidden behind the bulk of her own body.
daniela stared at the pancakes. flip them, her brain screamed. just flip the pancakes.
she felt the head of sophia’s cock nudge against her entrance. it was hot. wet with pre-come.
"sophia, no," daniela whimpered, the sound lost under the hiss of the bacon grease. "not here. they'll see."
"they won't see anything," sophia whispered, biting daniela’s neck. "unless you make a noise."
sophia pushed.
it wasn't a thrust. it was a slow, agonizing slide. she entered daniela inch by inch, stretching her open. the sensation was overwhelming—the fullness, the heat, the sheer audacity of being penetrated ten feet away from her father.
daniela’s knees buckled. she caught herself on the edge of the stove.
"stand up straight," sophia hissed against her neck. "look natural."
sophia sank to the hilt. she held there, filling daniela completely, her hips pressed flush against daniela’s glutes.
"daniela?" her father’s voice cut through the haze.
daniela jumped, her internal muscles clamping down around sophia’s length. sophia let out a sharp exhale, her grip on daniela’s waist tightening bruisingly.
"y-yeah?" daniela called back. she didn't turn around. she couldn't. if she turned, they would see sophia buried inside her.
"is there enough coffee for a second pot?" he asked, oblivious.
"yes," daniela said. her voice sounded thin, reedy. "yes, i think so. i'll… i'll check in a second."
she didn't thrust. that would be too loud. the wet sound of skin slapping skin would give them away. instead, she ground. she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, churning deep inside daniela.
it was torture.
sophia’s hands moved up. one hand stayed on daniela’s hip, holding her in place. the other slid around daniela’s ribcage, slipping under the front of the nightgown to find her breast.
daniela gasped, biting her lip.
sophia found the nipple, pinching it hard, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
"quiet," sophia warned, feeling daniela’s body tense. "don't make a sound. unless you want them to know exactly what your big sister is doing to you."
"i hate you," daniela whispered, tears of overstimulation pricking her eyes.
"you love it," sophia corrected. "you're so wet. soaking my boxers. god, dani."
she picked up the pace. the grind became a shallow thrust. in. out. in. out. every movement scraped against daniela’s most sensitive spots.
"hold it," sophia commanded. she withdrew almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, teasing the entrance. "not until the pancakes are done."
"you're sick," daniela panted.
"i'm hungry," sophia said. she slammed back in—one deep, sudden thrust that made daniela’s toes curl.
"daniela, is everything okay?" her mother asked. "you seem a little flushed."
sophia stopped moving. she stood perfectly still inside daniela, her hand squeezing daniela’s breast possessively.
daniela took a deep breath. she forced a smile onto her face. she turned her head slightly, just enough to be seen in profile.
"i'm fine, mom," daniela said, the lie tasting like ash and sugar. "just… the stove is really hot."
as soon as their parents looked away, sophia resumed. faster now. sophia’s breathing was ragged against daniela’s neck.
"i'm gonna come inside you," sophia whispered, her voice rough. "right here. while they drink their coffee."
she thrust deep—once, twice, three times.
daniela shoved her fist into her mouth to stifle a scream. the orgasm hit her like a train, a silent, shuddering release that made her legs shake uncontrollably.
sophia followed her seconds later. she tensed, her forehead dropping onto daniela’s shoulder, her hips locking forward as she poured herself into daniela, pulsing and twitching in silent, hidden ecstasy.
they stood there for a long moment, daniela trembling, sophia anchoring her.
then, slowly, sophia withdrew. the loss of fullness was an ache. sophia smoothed daniela’s nightgown down. she kissed daniela’s cheek—a chaste, sisterly peck that made daniela want to scream.
"pancakes look great, dani," sophia said aloud, her voice steady, casual, perfect.
she grabbed a plate and walked around the island to the dining table, sitting down opposite their father as if she hadn't just fucked his step-daughter against the stove.
the habit didn't stop at the kitchen.
***
tuesday night. 11:00 pm.
the house was dark. the only sound was the aggressive hiss of the shower in the hallway bathroom.
daniela was already inside. the water was hot, scaldingly so, turning the small room into a steam box. she stood under the spray, letting the water hammer against her back, washing away the day.
she heard the door open. she didn't flinch. she didn't cover herself.
she heard the slide of the glass door.
"room for one more?" sophia’s voice cut through the steam.
daniela turned. sophia was already naked. her body was a landscape daniela had memorized—the broad shoulders, the dip of her waist, the ink of her tattoos dark against her wet skin. and lower, the part of her that was always hungry for daniela.
"depends," daniela said, wiping water from her eyes. "are you going to behave?"
"never," sophia growled.
she stepped into the spray. the shower was cramped. there was nowhere to go but against each other.
sophia didn't hesitate. she spun daniela around, pressing her palms against the tiled wall.
"hands on the wall," sophia commanded. "spread your legs."
daniela obeyed. she braced herself, spreading her feet wide, the water sluicing down her back.
there was no foreplay this time. no slow entry to keep quiet. the water was loud enough to drown out everything.
sophia stepped in close. daniela felt the heavy, wet slide of sophia’s cock against her glutes, seeking entry.
"take it," sophia said.
she grabbed daniela’s hips, her fingers digging into the flesh, and thrust.
it was forceful. primal. sophia rammed inside her in one smooth motion, aided by the water and the residual wetness of daniela’s own desire.
"fuck," daniela gasped, her head falling forward, her forehead resting against the cool tile.
the sound was different in here. the squelch was louder, wetter. slap. slap. slap. sophia’s hips collided with daniela’s ass with roughness that shook daniela’s frame.
"you're so tight," sophia groaned, leaning over daniela’s back, biting down on her shoulder. "every time. like you've never done this before."
"i only do it for you," daniela panted, pushing back against the thrusts.
"you better," sophia snarled.
she reached around, her arm wrapping across daniela’s chest, her hand finding daniela’s breast. she pulled daniela back against her, changing the angle, driving deeper.
this was the dynamic they had settled into. in the day, it was secretive, and risky.
sophia pounded into her. the steam swirled around them, thick and suffocating. the water washed over them, mingling with sweat and fluids.
"say it," sophia demanded, thrusting hard enough to make daniela’s toes curl on the slippery floor. "who do you belong to?"
"you," daniela cried out, her voice echoing off the tile. "i belong to you."
"that's right," sophia said. "my sister. my girl."
she accelerated. the rhythm became frantic. daniela’s hands slipped on the wall, scrabbling for purchase. sophia held her up, anchored her, and drove into her with relentlessness.
when the climax came, it was explosive. daniela shattered first, her knees giving out, held up only by sophia’s arm across her chest. sophia groaned, buried herself deep, spending herself inside daniela for the second time that day, washing her clean and filling her up all at once.
***
it was friday night again. family movie night.
the ritual was sacred to their parents. everyone on the oversized l-shaped sectional. popcorn. a blockbuster movie loud enough to shake the walls.
their father sat on the far left. her mother sat next to him. then there was a gap. then sophia.
daniela walked in, carrying the extra blanket. she was wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts. she stopped in front of the couch.
"sit down, dani, the movie's starting," her father said, eyes glued to the opening credits.
daniela didn't sit in the empty spot. she looked at sophia. sophia looked back.
daniela climbed onto the couch. she crawled over sophia’s legs. she didn't settle next to her. she turned around, facing the screen, and sat directly on sophia’s lap.
"comfy?" sophia whispered, her voice tight.
"chilly," daniela lied.
she threw the heavy fleece blanket over both of them. it tented from daniela’s shoulders down to sophia’s knees, creating a cavern of darkness that hid everything from the waist down.
to their parents, it looked like two sisters cuddling for warmth.
daniela wasn't wearing underwear. neither was sophia.
daniela shifted. she reached down under the blanket, her hand brushing sophia’s thigh, finding the hem of sophia’s shorts. she pushed the fabric aside.
sophia was already hard. of course she was. she had been watching daniela walk around in that hoodie all evening.
"dani," sophia hissed, barely audible over the movie’s soundtrack. "what are you doing?"
"watching the movie," daniela whispered back.
she lifted her hips. she reached back, guiding sophia’s cock. she lined it up.
"don't," sophia warned, her hands gripping daniela’s waist through the hoodie. "they're right there."
"i know," daniela said.
she sank down.
it was slow. agonizingly slow. daniela impaled herself inch by inch, her eyes fixed on the screen where a car chase was unfolding. her mouth fell open in a silent gasp as sophia filled her.
"fuck," sophia breathed, her head falling back against the couch cushion.
daniela settled completely. she was sitting fully on sophia’s lap, impaled to the hilt. the fullness was incredible. she felt stretched, full, complete.
she waited a moment, letting them both adjust. then, she began to move.
she bounced. tiny, microscopic movements. just enough to create friction. just enough to make sophia twitch inside her.
"you're a brat," sophia whispered, her hands under the hoodie now, sliding up daniela’s ribcage. "you're trying to get us caught."
"i'm trying to get you off," daniela countered softly.
she ground her hips in a circle. squelch. the sound was muffled by the blanket and the explosions on tv, but they both felt it.
sophia’s hands found daniela’s breasts. she squeezed, hard. her thumbs circled the nipples through the thin fabric of a bralette.
"you like that?" sophia murmured, talking down to her. "you like riding your sister while mom and dad are right there?"
"yes," daniela whimpered, biting her lip.
sophia began to thrust upward. it was a subtle movement—a flex of her hips, a tightening of her pussy—but it drove her deeper into daniela.
"i should punish you for this," sophia whispered, her lips grazing daniela’s ear. "i should flip you over and fuck you properly."
"do it," daniela dared her. "do it right here."
the movie got louder. the climax of the film was approaching. the noise gave them cover.
sophia took it.
she thrust harder. daniela bounced faster. the friction built rapidly, fueled by the adrenaline of the proximity.
"oh god," daniela gasped, her head falling back onto sophia’s shoulder.
"quiet," sophia commanded, her hand sliding up to cover daniela’s mouth. "don't you dare scream."
sophia drove into her, relentless and deep. she was hitting that spot, that perfect, sensitive spot that made daniela see stars.
"i'm gonna come," sophia warned, her grip on daniela’s waist tightening until it hurt. "i'm coming."
"please," daniela begged into sophia’s hand. "please, soph."
the car on the screen exploded. the room shook with the bass.
daniela clamped down. she rode sophia through the orgasm, her body shuddering violently under the blanket.
sophia groaned, a low, guttural sound hidden by the chaos of the movie. she thrust upward one last time, lodging herself as deep as she could go, and threw her head back. she gripped daniela tightly, anchoring her, as she released, flooding daniela with warmth, silent and hidden and devastating.
they sat there for the rest of the movie. daniela resting her head on sophia’s chest, listening to her heart slow down, soaked and satisfied in the danger they had built.
sodani · r18 · g!p, blowjob, creampie, p in v, cheating · 2.1k words
summary: sophia has always belonged to daniela in the dark, even if she belongs to leon in the daylight. daniela knows the deal: she is the dirty secret. the one sophia uses to get what her boyfriend can’t give her: mindblowing sex. call it cruel, being loved for your cock and ignored for your heart, but daniela has been in love with sophia for so long that she’s stopped keeping score. she knows she’s being used. she’s just learned to like the taste of it.
“you missed it, didn’t you? bet leon never makes you gag like this.”
daniela liked to say sophia’s mouth felt like home, which was a lie, but it made sophia feel wanted—needed, which was the only thing that really mattered.
the car still ran, heater blasting their faces in the dead cold outside, and sophia’s lips worked up and down daniela’s cock that made all of daniela’s arguments about “good girls” and “bad girls” irrelevant.
sophia would always be a bad girl, and daniela would always be the reason why.
daniela leans back against the driver’s seat, engine humming, heater blasting a fake summer warmth into the frozen night. she watches sophia below her, lips wet and eager, and a swell of possessive pride tightens her belly. leon thinks he owns sophia, but daniela knows better— sophia’s mouth is hers in the dark, her body gifted to dani’s hunger whenever she wants.
“fuck, that’s so good. keep going.” daniela’s hand tightened in sophia’s hair, yanking her down exactly the way sophia loved, forcing her nose into daniela’s pelvis. sophia gagged and tasted her own spit, felt it slide down her chin, and her cunt throbbed just at the sound of daniela’s moan. she tried to breathe, and just kept going, because stopping wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.
unbeknownst to sophia, daniela is catching herself thinking, here, sophia is hers. leon can't even imagine this.
daniela’s hips bucked and sophia let herself be used, jaw aching, tongue flattened, hungry and empty in places she’d never be able to explain to anyone except daniela.
maybe not even to her.
“you fucking love my cock,” daniela growled. “you missed it, didn’t you? bet leon never makes you gag like this.” daniela grips sophia’s hair in one hand, still pulling her down until her nose brushes the rough denim of dani’s jeans, forcing that pretty mouth open wide.
sophia made a strangled, helpless noise. she didn’t care if the whole block heard—her mother’s porch light was on, but she’d be inside by now, insomnia and a pill or two knocking her out.
the world was narrowed to daniela’s hands in her hair.
she felt the twitch; then daniela’s cock hit the back of her throat, and a rush of come forced sophia to swallow, to breathe through her nose or die.
daniela shuddered, voice thick and low, “i’m coming, i’m coming—soph, oh fuck—” and sophia felt the first hot spurt and then another, salty and thick, coating her tongue and throat until she nearly coughed. she blinked tears, kept swallowing, greedy for every last drop.
after, she rested her forehead on daniela’s thigh, the car’s dashboard lights etching blue into her cheekbones, her breath coming fast and ragged.
daniela stroked her hair—rough, then soft, then rough again, thumb tracing over the point where skull met nape.
sophia looked at her, smeared-mascara, lips glossy-wet. daniela’s cock twitched beneath her hand, already half-hard and getting harder.
before sophia can think, daniela’s hand curls around her throat and guides her up, pulling sophia to straddle her lap. sophia settles onto daniela’s cock, gearshift nudging her hip, and daniela watches the arch of sophia’s spine, the way her eyes flutter shut. daniela slides a hand between them, brushing sophia’s wet folds before wrapping fingers around the shaft, stroking until she spills a low hiss against sophia’s thigh.
daniela’s mouth was on sophia's immediately. “you’re such a fucking cockslut, you know that?”
sophia whimpered, her cunt pulsing in time with her heartbeat. she let daniela’s fingers push her panties aside, let daniela’s other hand cup the back of her head and slam their mouths together so hard sophia felt teeth.
her skirt bunched at her hips; the first press of daniela’s cock was blunt, awkward, a little painful, and then not painful at all.
daniela gave no warning, just impaled her in one sharp, practiced buck and sophia cried out, clinging, her nails digging half-moons into daniela’s shoulder. the stretch was brutal and necessary, and she rocked down, greedy, bottoming out on the second stroke.
daniela groaned before rutting up again, forcing sophia’s gasps to shudder through both of them.
the car window fogs instantly.
sophia tried to slow down, but daniela’s hands set the pace—hard, and fast. her vision blurred. she tasted blood or maybe just the ghost of daniela’s kiss. she let it happen: the grinding against her clit, daniela’s voice in her ear saying filthy, perfect things.
“you’re so fucking wet. you’d let me fuck you anywhere. wouldn’t you?”
she nodded desperately. her breath hitched with every pulse of pleasure, her mind whiting out as daniela drove up into her, relentless.
the fog on the windows turned to steam, streaked with the wild slap of sophia’s hand as she scrabbled for purchase on the dash, on the glass, on daniela’s shoulder. her thighs were slick with arousal, and daniela’s cock felt impossibly thick inside her, bruising and perfect, all the places leon never reached.
she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe except for daniela’s name, chanted over and over like a spell.
“oh god, dani, fuck, i’m—” the words fractured as she went under, hips bucking, cunt squeezing so hard she saw sparks behind her eyelids.
daniela’s hands bruised on her hips, forcing her to ride out every last spasm of her orgasm, and then—before sophia could recover—daniela slammed up into her with one last violent thrust and sophia didn’t even realize she was crying until her vision blurred, salt and tears stinging her lips and jaw.
daniela’s hands locked her in place, nails digging through the thin cotton of her shirt, and every thrust made the car groan in echo, a private fever behind fogged glass.
the seatbelt buckle bruised sophia’s thigh, but she didn’t move away, didn’t want relief. she wanted this, the way daniela’s cock push against her insides and made her forget leon’s soft, mumbled fucks in the dark.
daniela broke the kiss, lips parted, eyes glassy and wild. “look at me,” she ordered, and sophia did, even through the blur, even as her body tried to shut down, overwhelmed. “you like my cock better, huh? better than your pathetic boyfriend’s?” it wasn’t a question, not really, but sophia still answered.
“yes,” she said, thin and desperate, and it fractured sophia, the truth of it. "yes, dani."
daniela’s gaze darkens with triumph every time sophia cries out her name. she wants sophia to remember that her body belongs here, in dani’s grip, not tucked safe in leon’s innocent arms.
“louder,” daniela hissed, voice guttural, every syllable a punch to the gut.
sophia’s cunt claws at dani’s cock, squeezing, and daniela’s own breath hitches as she drives in harder, ribs rattling.
“yes,” sophia gasped, “yes, yes, yes, please,” syllables tumbling out, each thrust driving the words out of her. the car rocked, seatbelt clips clacking against the door as daniela pounded her, the wet slap of cunt on cock filling the cramped air.
sophia clawed at daniela’s shoulders, the shirt damp with sweat beneath her fingers. her head hit the roof of the car, once, then again, but daniela didn’t slow, just drove up, fucked her through it, grinning all the while.
sophia’s slick dripped down her thighs, pooled on the leather. leon had never gotten her this wet. leon couldn’t. only daniela could.
she rode it out, gasped and moaned and begged for it, desperate to make daniela come, desperate to feel used up, ruined, made new again by daniela’s attention, her cock, her words.
it had always been this simple: the world split into before and after, sophia hungry in the before, wet and wanting in the after.
leon never stood a chance.
daniela’s hands clamped tighter on her hips. the thrusts went off-pace for a beat, then got sharper, meaner. “you want it?” daniela grunted, spit-slick lips right at sophia’s ear. “gonna fill you up, soph. where do you want it?”
inside. it was always inside. leon only ever asked because he’d learned somewhere it was polite. sophia never asked because she never wanted it anywhere else. but somehow she still managed to choke on the word, to let daniela say it first, her voice a rasp through grit teeth.
“gonna come in you, babe, fuck, you gonna fuck you full—”
sophia clawed at her own thighs, thighs gone slick with sweat, tried to ride out the pleasure but her whole body wanted to seize and shake apart. daniela’s palm found sophia’s breast, her shirt and bra already shoved up, nipples raw and peaked, and she pinched, hard, rolled the nub between two fingers until sophia squealed, the sound muffled in the windshield fog. “inside,” sophia gasped.
“want it inside me—please, please, dani—” her voice broke, the words shredded by another orgasm splitting her in half, cunt fluttering wild around the thick cock.
daniela’s eyes nearly rolled back at the clamp of it, her own breath ragged. “god, you’re—fuck—you’re squeezing me—” the heat pooled, then exploded; sophia barely heard the pressure burst in her, all of it: heat, slick, the scrape of denim under her knees, the taste of salt in her throat.
the car creaked, springs shrieking, barely holding together as daniela hammered up into her, riding out the aftershocks.
sophia’s vision spotted; her hands clawed blindly, wild with need, until finally—finally—it broke. “i’m coming,” daniela gasped into sophia’s neck, desperate and vulnerable, voice gone ragged. “fuck, sophia, i’m coming, oh god—” the words tumbled out. the grip on sophia’s hips tightens as daniela unloads deep inside her.
sophia rocked on her, frantic. she wanted it, wanted it so bad.
she ground down and held it and rode every pulse, every aftershock, until daniela’s hips stuttered and her body went limp and hollow. sophia followed, cunt twitching around the cock still hard within her, and she said nothing, just let herself be wrung out.
they kissed, soft and sharp, mouths slick with spit and sweat and hunger. sophia waited until daniela’s breathing went normal, until the other girl blinked herself back into the world, then slipped her hand down, thumb stroking the raw patch of neck where she’d marked daniela, and finally rolled off.
the car was silent. every window fogged and dripping with condensation; they’d been here too long, but sophia didn’t care. she pinched her nipple, smiling at the pink heat she left behind, and reached for her phone. no hesitation. she thumbed in a message, smile turning sly, already checking for leon’s reply.
daniela watched, cock still out and leaking, still hard in the cold air, jeans and briefs bunched useless at her thighs. “so that’s it?” she said, voice pitched low, but sophia was too busy fixing her hair in the visor mirror to look up.
“don’t be dramatic,” sophia said, smoothing a smear of mascara, her skirt bunched up around her waist, no panties in sight. “you know i’ll be here tomorrow.”
daniela’s whole body ached. it wasn’t just the after glow, but the pulse of everything she wanted and couldn’t have, not really, not ever. she blinked, tried to joke, but the words stuck. sophia’s thumbs flew. text, text, text. leon’s name right at the top. daniela’s own name didn’t even make it to the lock screen, not even a courtesy notification.
sophia snapped the visor shut, caught daniela’s eye in the mirror, and smirked. “next time wear something i can rip off,” she said, and then she was out, skirt still bunched, legs bare to mid-thigh, not a trace of shame. the door slammed and she was halfway up the walk to her own house before daniela finished tucking herself away, cringing at the slick mess cooling on her thigh.
she watched through the windshield. sophia didn’t even pause at the door, just unlocked it and stepped inside, phone at her ear, already somewhere else.
the car smelled like both of them—sweet, sour, sharp—and for a minute daniela just sat, shivering, not sure if she was going to cry or jerk off again.
instead, she just turned the key, the engine coughing awake, and rolled home in the blue hour before dawn, not thinking about sophia, not at all, except her hands kept finding the ghost of sophia’s heat on her body, the rough points where nails had dug in, the dull ache in her ribs where the seatbelt had dug when sophia straddled her, taking everything.
at home, the silence was so complete it seemed hostile. her mother’s car was gone; her father was sleeping, or pretending to.
daniela crept to her room, peeled off sticky jeans and briefs, and lay facedown on the bed, shoes still on. it was easier to breathe when she pretended it didn’t matter, when she told herself she was just sophia’s favorite fuck toy, her secret, the one she used up until the shine wore off and then gently set aside. she thought about the way sophia’s hair stuck to her cheek, the smirk that said she knew exactly what daniela wanted, and about leon—always leon—waiting behind every text, every call, every fucking post-it note on a locker. she wondered if sophia even liked her, or if it was just the feeling of being wanted, of bending someone, anyone, to her will.
☆彡 Synopsis: Sophia Laforteza has the nerd wrapped around her finger and unlike other queen bees, she was popular due to her sweet and friendly personality (including the fact her parents are apart of the school board).
☆彡 Warnings: p in v, creampie, praising, Sophia being a tease, Dom Sophia, Sub Reader.
☆彡 GP Nerd reader x Popular Cheerleader Sophia
☆彡 REQUESTED BY: @marvelfan300
☆彡 A/n: Instead of making Sophia mean, I decided to switch things up a bit to see how it goes.
It started with a simple greeting exchang. Sophia would be standing by her locker every morning with her friends Daniela and Lara when you'd walk by, ear buds tucked in, hand stuffed in your pockets, and would greet her with a simple and an almost inaudible "good morning." It wasn’t a big deal, everyone says good morning right?
But to Sophia it meant the world that you'd talk to her, considering the fact you always kept to yourself. Daniela and Lara would tease her about her little crush. She never denied which spurred her on to strike up small conversations with you. While she sat at the front, you sat at the back. When class activities were given, she always took carried her chair and desk to the back, her friends following suite. When you'd stare at her, not knowing what to say, she'd give you a sweet smile, "I didn't want you to be left out. You're part of our class after all."
That was your downfall. Her smile. The way her eyes sparkled whenever she saw you and little by little both of you fell in love until you started dating. That was the junior years.
Now you're both seniors and have been going strong since then. Lara ended up dating a new transfer kid named Manon and Daniela dated your neighbor, Megan.
Sophia was still popular, partially for her looks, and the other part for her extroverted persona. She loved making everyone feel included, always stood up for others. On the other hand, you were still a nerd who loved spending the afternoon in a library. Sophia had passing grades thanks to you. One thing she hated was the actual school work and with those cute little Boba eyes of hers, she had you completing her homework before due date.
Sophia Laforteza knew how much of a puppy you were for her love, how whipped you were for her and always used it to get what she wanted.
Today the school was going against another in basket ball. Sophia, as usual, was dressed in her cheer captain uniform, hair tied with a little white ribbon, and her eyes sparkling with excitement. You sat with Manon and Megan, both of them chatting animatedly about something you were not even focusing on.
The game went by in a blur and your school won. Once you heard the cheers, you snapped out of your daze of admiring Sophia and how pretty she looked. While everyone went in the locker room to shower, you waited outside. One by one you saw the students leaving, but Sophia hadn't come out. Did she slip and fall?
As if sensing you were thinking about her, Sophia sent you a text to head inside the locker room. You immediately went in, looking for her. "Sophia? Are you okay?"
She looked up from her phone and smiled. "Hey baby, I need your help taking off my uniform, the zipper's stuck," she pouted, getting up and turning around to show you her zipper which was indeed caught up with some strings from her top.
"Okay um...turn around please."
Sophia hummed and leaned against one of the benches, arching her back and pushing her ass against your crotch. "S-sophia what-what are you doing?.." your breath hitched, hands freezing up in place.
She looked back at you, an innocent smile on her face as she wiggled her ass even more, pressing more firmly your crotch. Your hard on was visible through your jeans and it made her wet. God you were such a hung nerd. "I'm not doing anything baby," she cooed, standing up and turning around to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you down into a heated kiss.
You whimpered as she guided your hands to your ass. "Squeeze them baby," she whispered, nipping at your bottom lip. Her ass was plump and soft, the fabric making your feel a bit jammed up.
Sophia's hands trailed down your chest straight to your button. She slowly popped them open and tugged down the zipper, pushing her hand in your pants and squeezing your cock- hard, twitching and leaking. "You're already so hard for me, baby?"
"Y-yes! Only for you," you squeaked. Sophia let go of your cock and stripped her skirt off and panties off. She shivered as the cool air hit her cunt, which was already wet and puffy.
You practically drooled at the sight. She was like a goddess, all spread out for you. You were about to kneel but she stopped you. "I need you inside me baby. Put that fat cock in my pussy, please," she whined, using her fingers to spread herself open. You nodded and walked forward before slowly pushing in, both of you groaning at the feel.
Just by the mere feel of her pussy wrapped around your dick had you almost cumming but you held back. "Move baby...fuck me. Give it to me," she mewled as you began fucking into her with wild intensity. Her tits bounced in her jacket, her eyes rolling back. "F-fuck you're such a god damm beast-oh fuck that's the spot baby! Yes! Yes!"
You loved when Sophia was vocal. It made you feel a sense of pride. "You're doing so good baby...so good. Keep hitting that spot!" You were repeatedly hitting her g-spot, making her toes curl and eyes roll even further. Small spurts of squirt escaped her cunt as you continued ramming your dick in. "Gonna cum baby!" Sophia came hard, her body shaking and shivering. Once you felt your high approaching, you pulled out and came on her stomach, small whimpers escaping you.
It took you both a while to catch your breath and when Sophia did, she gathered your cum on her fingers and brought it to her lips, sucking them off while maintaining eye contact. "Can't let the kids run free," she giggled.
"Sophia...why are you so dirty?" You groaned, putting on back your pants. Sophia changed out of her uniform and into her regular clothes before walking out hand in hand with you, walking past the janitor who's mouth was agape and eyes wide. "He heard us oh my god just kill me now." You mumbled with a red face. Sophia shrugged before smiling.
"Atleast his job isn't boring anymore."
Oh his job was definitely not boring, considering the fact that both of you weren't the only kids he's heard.
could you please make g!p gf daniela who is extremely possessive of the reader, the reader knows about dani's jealousy and LOVES making her jealous just to have his dick buried deep in her womb while calling her mommy, daniela is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet but when she gets jealous she becomes someone else, fucking the reader until she can't walk while her crucifix necklaces dangle in the reader's face :3 the reader secretly likes dani's jealousy, thank you in advance!
g!p daniela being an overly possessive gf over you 😵💫..
warnings: pussy slapping, degrading language, spitting, mommy kink, rawdogged and yhis is just so dirty. sorry in advance… IDK WHAT POSSESSED ME.
— you test daniela’s patience too much, knowing it’s already so frayed and thin from how many stunts you pulled before. you always knew the consequences too, the delicious consequences of being filled to the brim with her thick cock stretching your inner walls lovingly and hitting your deepest spots with an unsettling ease.
you were desperate for daniela’s overwhelming jealousy, you really were. so you did everything and anything you grasped the knowledge of, being a bit too close to your friends right in front of her—ignoring the intense, unwavering gaze burning on your back when you leaned to their embrace, laughed a little louder at their jokes.
in public, nobody knew about how her possessiveness could go. everyone automatically assumed that she was such a sweet, caring girlfriend who didn’t mind anything! the first part was right, she took care of you very well but the rest? she was strict, she never let you play around with her.
and today, you did. you pushed her buttons shamelessly, dismissed her so casually in front of her own friends and let them tease her relentlessly about how you treat her badly.
— so tonight, she’ll make sure you will feel her cock lingering inside you even tomorrow.
you were spread wide for her on the bed, wrists tied above your head with a bruising force she didn’t care for to attend towards, she was panting hard—her chest heaving as flashbacks replayed in her mind.
“so, you decided to be a slut for everyone today?” daniela snarled onto your face, harshly slapping her dick against your pussy which made you yelp helplessly.
“hm?” daniela caged you between her body, her cock sliding between your dripping folds and her hands dropped down—rubbing furiously against your clit, even slapping it numerously and ignoring your cries of pain.
“i-i’m sorry..” you gasped out and her hands reached out, cradling your chin in her hand with a mocking sweetness as she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over your parting lips.
her gaze trails down to your mouth and she pauses, assessing the heated situation quietly. “open.”
“w-what?”
“open. your. fucking. mouth.” daniela emphasised through gritted teeth.
you obeyed, your lips parting wider as if on an instinct to please the woman above you.
she leaned closer with an intention stuck in her dirty mind, she spat in your mouth.
it was meant to be vulgar, whole on degrading, a reminder, yet you found yourself oddly liking it.
it was.. too intimate, terrifyingly so.
“hm,” she hummed to herself, not needing to say any word as her thumb grazes against your bottom lip.
her heavy, crucifix cross was such a mockery as it hung above you while she positioned her painfully hardened dick against your pussy and pushed it entirely without foreplay or whatsoever because in her eyes.. you didn’t deserve it tonight.
you let out a loud whimper, silenced efficiently by her lips latching on yours greedily.
daniela grunted lowly, her hips snapping forward like a broken record, each thrust rough and desperate to convince herself. “who’s stupid, stupid.. slut are you?” she whispered against your bare neck.
“you.. mommy..” you choked, restricted heavily as your back arched to meet her thrusts and for her to take you even deeper.
her cock felt so good, so fucking good. filling you so full, its thick presence a guarantee to stay as a lingering, dull reminder for tomorrow.
idk if this will be too much but… 7th member reader who’s in the maknae line (not a minor but still younger than g!p sophia). sophia is veryyy caring and gentle to reader, more than for the others, she’s like a older sister which leads reader to be completely comfortable around her and it makes much easier for sophi to be a perv for her aka grope her or check her out but act like its nothing. one day they’re cuddling casually while watching a movie and sophia starts to dryhump reader and push her sweats down to fuck her but reader gets kinda confused because they’re like sisters? so sophia just says its kinda of a payment for everything she does for reader and convinces reader that its okay because of that. its kinda of dubcon i guess, if you’re not comfortable with that, pls just ignore it! love your writing btw 💘
warnings ; g!p sophia x sub fem reader, dubcon/non, mentions of sophia engaging in sexual activity with reader asleep, manipulation, p-in-v RAW
ur all fine baby, i love dubcon :o
You’re quite literally a lamb, and Sophia is precisely the wolf in sheep’s clothing. She’s just so gentle with you—even the first day meeting; ginger pets and words of encouragement. Of course, she took the unspoken mantle of an older sister to you. You’re young—though too old to be as naive as you are :eee. Not like she minds really, at all, in fact 😝😝
So you barely mind any mind to the groping, it’s just Sophia being playful and teasing you softly like good older friends/sisters do—which is exactly why she gets away with nimbly pinching your nipples, just shy of it straying from joking; cuddling with her hands delicately squeezing your ass, each palm having a full, or when she grips your thighs to wrap around her hips, the position so perfect she can practically feel the warmth of your folds seeping to her cock through her boxers—which is another thing she somehow gets away with, clad in just her boxers and convincing you to be in your panties, lying about this being a common thing in her culture to grow closer and bloom long years in friendship; it’s prudently done, of course.
She’s also prudent when she slightly humps into you once you’ve fallen into a deep enough slumber; on the rare occasion when she’s truly down bad, and worse than the pervert she commonly is, she’ll slip your panties just low enough, and base her cock to slide through your folds, bottom lip tugged between teeth as she plays with your pussy with her tip, precum smearing your slit and clit—it makes her fucking crazy, especially that she can feel you’re also wet; you must subconsciously want her, obviously.
Tonight was nothing out of the usual—at least for you; Sophia behind you and an arm draped over your waist, her hand splayed against your hip—normal. The hard-on inside Sophia’s pants is far from normal, no, fucking tedious beyond belief; she’s sure it’s leaking, and definitely a fiery red from the way her cock is throbbing from base to tip. She really can’t take it anymore, not tonight—she needs her cock jammed inside you until you’re choking on her. Groaning against your shoulder, your lips part too late to ask the matter—her hips already lilting into your ass, grunting each time her cockhead grazes over your slick, thin-clad panties, palm pressed against your stomach until it finds your breasts, squeezing fucking hard. Your eyes grudged from the sockets, so confused and alarmed—concerned even. “Sophi—“
“Shh, it’s okay—doing so well, sweet girl, helping me through a stressful day; just like how I always help and take care of you, right? You can take care of me now too, take care of each other like I’ve been doing for years.”
raspy and rushed, hardly coherent as she’d like—but rutting into you has left her a little pussy drunk; she’s already here and doing it, she might as well experience the whole. kicking off her sweats, cock strained against her abs—begging to be rammed between your slick walls, more praised murmurs meet the slot between your shoulder and neck, guiding her tip to your entrance, biting her lip and slapping your slit just a bit with her cock’s heavy head.
god shes sweet though :(( praising you when you mouse out an obligated agreement, kissing your face as she settles you into missionary, on her knees to fuck into you—her cock bouncing you back against the mattress with each hard, slow, and deep thrust. Yanking you by your ankle, spreading you open more and hoisting a leg over her shoulder—pressed skin to skin to you; devouring kisses, holding both legs over her shoulders while watching her cock disappear in and out of your cunt; eyes hazy and stilled, she knows you’re dumbfounded and frozen in shock. But your body is wanting her, enjoying her—pussy holdfast with her cock; so tight there’s little room for her to move in range.
It feels too good not to come inside you, filled up to the bone—cum spilling out of you as she has to fight to pull out from the clamping. Sweet murmurs of how good you were—are, how you took care of her so well, and you finally took responsibility as well to take care of her; such a sweet and mature girl, her lips chaste on any patch of skin she can find.
A messy Valentine baking date goes wrong in the cutest way—flour everywhere, chocolate on cheeks, laughter nonstop. Sophia wipes chocolate off your lip with her thumb and kisses you anyway. Nothing is perfect, but everything feels right.
♡ No trigger warnings
♡ Non GP reader
In every group, there's always that one member that takes on a motherly role, the one that everyone else turns to when things get hard. Sophia Laforteza was that member for KATSEYE; the mother of the group.
In every interview, whenever that one specfic question was asked, everyone knew the answer without thinking too hard about it.
"Sophia alway takes care of us," Lara would say and the others would agree.
She just has that motherly touch to her, one that made even you feel so comfortable and at home. She even adopted some of those maternal traits like cooking for them, holding them whenever they feel scared, doing little acts of service for them.
Your mind often drifted to the future. You knew she'd be such an amazing mom and some nights the two of you would lay awake, talking about nothing and everything (marriage and kids being one of them).
You were no stranger her way of persuading you to do things she wanted. Her greatest technique? Puppy eyes.
Valentines day rolled around and it was a rare occurance for KATSEYE to have a day off. Normally you'd want to spend the day cuddling and watching movies with Sophia but today she had other plans.
"Mahal. I've decided what I wanna do today." She said proudly, standing infront of you in nothing but your t-shirt and her panties, her hair loose and face free of make up. God what a sight.
"Yeah? And what do you wanna do baby?"
"Bake."
"Bake?"
"Yeah. I got a mixer for my Christmas present last year and now's the perfect time for me to use it."
Between the two of you, Sophia was the master in the kitchen. Unlike her, you'd burn something simple as fried egg.
You stared at her for a few seconds before finally agreeing to which she immediately jumped for joy. "You're the best!" Come come. You'll be my little assistant chef," she tugged you along to the kitchen. Her excitement was so adorable, you saw a little bounces in her step, almost like a child pulling its mother to the toy store.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen, Sophia placed an apron on herself and on you, then she added the signature chef hat to herself. "Okay! We have every ingredient we need. I stocked up last week. What kind a cake are you craving?"
You thought for a moment, making exaggerated 'hmm' sounds before looking at her with a mischievous little smile. "Some Filipina cake. Preferably one that belongs to the leader of a certain girl group."
"Diyos ko! Hindi ka pwedeng magsabi ng mga ganyan, y/n!" She exclaimed with a red face.
You had no idea what she said though it sounded like she was scolding you?
"Ah! I know! Chocolate cake! You and I both love Chocolate don't we?"
"Yep."
With an excited little laugh, Sophia brought out everything- ingredients and utensils. She eagerly opened her new cake mixer, recreating those unboxing videos in her own unique style, eliciting a laugh from you. God she was so damn adorable.
She instructed you on the first steps towards baking which you followed carefully, looking at her in between for approval. When she gave a little hum with a quick peck to your cheek, you made a small happy noise before continuing.
Sophia did most part though. Only tasking you with the mixing and melting. You grabbed the flour bag and opened it, accidentally knocking over a bowl of chocolate which spilled on your lips and clothes.
"Oh my love, my Clumsy little love," she sighed, wiping the chocolate from your face before kissing your lips.
"Hm..sorry.."
"No need. We have tons of chocolate. Don't be sad baby." Sophia always knew just what to say to cheer you up. It was as if she knew you inside out and it never failed to make you all giddy every time.
You successfully opened the flour and poured it out, before taking some and smearing it on her nose playfully. "Hey! No playing assistant chef!" But her words fell deaf when you smeared flour on her cheek. She huffed before grinning, throwing a handful at your face.
"Oh you're so dead."
Sophia let out a squeal when you picked her up, tickling her and kissing all over her face with your flour smeared lips and cheek. "Ahh! I give up! Mercy! Please!"
Once you finally set her down, she huffed before turning away from you, biting back a smile as she continued to mix her ingredients together. You had pre-heated the oven before, at the correct temperature. She placed the pan inside and closed the oven door. "Now we wait."
Sophia and you cleaned up the mess made, cracking jokes and giggles here and there. The mess on the floor and the counters were a testament to how much fun baking had been and even though she knew you didn't do it perfectly, it was still done, with much love and patience from her side, you had successfully learned how to bake today.
The cake was done shortly after and you helped Sophia take it out of the oven. Both of you stood there, eagerly waiting. She cut it open and immediately the smell wafted through the air, making you both moan in satisfaction. The smell alone was enough to tell how good it would taste. You fed her the first bite then ate from the same spoon. "Its tasty," you moaned, closing your eyes as the flavors exploded on your buds.
"Wow...I'm such a good cook," she smirked, playfully bumping her hips with yours.
"Yeah yeah keep glazing yourself."
The two of you sat down that evening and devoured the entire pan of chocolate cake, watching some cheesy romantic series that she picked out. The joy in her eyes and her face was enough to make you want to do it all over again. Baking was hard, but loving Sophia was easy and for once, you opened up your heart to cooking and definitely try frying an egg tomorrow.
