‷ [ lara x f!reader ] ⟠you thought winning the bet would be easy as hell, but damn, you've never been more wrong in your life...
cw: smut, grinding, strap (r receiving), cowgirl, language, pet names, use of yn (4), aftercareă»ă»ă»ă»wc: ~2k
there's two rules of a katseye weverse live: one being that manon is never, never allowed to do one by herself unless you want management and sophia to beat your asses later, and two, lara will always find a way to pull you onto her lap within the first minute or so.
which is why you're already wedged between her legs on the beat up dorm couch, manon on the ground beneath you and dani leaning over your shoulder, both girls yelling at the phone in spanish.
manon laughs from her spot on the ground. "someone said 'why they always gotta be touching,'" she reads out, "facts, i don't think lara can go like five seconds without touching yn."
there's a pause as what she says settles in--dani's struggling to hold a straight face and lara turns her head slowly to look at her. manon's eyes widen comically in realization, "WOAH! pause, pause, i didn't mean it like that," she bursts out laughing, a smirk spreading across her face as she leans just out of camera view. "...but i'm not wrong though." she whispers, the mic unfortunately still picking it up.
oh god. and this is why she's close to being banned from all lives.
user1: WTFF WHAT DID SHE SAY
user2: lmao look at dani
user3: yoonchae and sophia boutta have a heart attack when they see this
user4: media training who??
user5: new challenge how long can yn and lara go without touching
manon's still laughing. "how long can yn and lara go without touching," she squints and reads off that chat, "hold up guys, imma mute for a second," she says before muting the live and flipping the phone up to face the ceiling. the comments are moving by crazy fast with spam and people dying to know what you guys are talking about.
manon turns to face you and lara with an expectant grin, raising her eyebrows. you feel lara's chin rest on your shoulder, her voice right next to your ear. "oh i could go at least a week."
sureee. you twist your head just enough to look at her. "yeah right, you wouldn't last a day."
"i wouldn't last a day?" lara repeats, amusement evident in her voice, "you couldn't last an hour," she smirks.
"wanna bet?" you challenge, the words spilling out before you can even think.
dani and manon are smiling crazy big, watching you two go back and forth like it's the most entertaining thing they've ever seen. "bet," lara says, leaning back into the couch as manon continues the live.
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you should've known better. you really, truly should have.
it's been a week since that live and lara's become an absolute menace, finding ways to tease you all day, every day. she's developed an obnoxious habit of 'stretching' at completely random times--mid conversation, during dinner, brushing her teeth--always making sure her shirt rides up just enough to flash a bit of her clavin klein waistband and those abs, god those abs.
in practice, her body rolls have gotten so unnecessarily over the top you're surprised your choreographer hasn't said anything about it. or anything about you spacing out mid routine, trying to ignore the heartbeat between your legs, cursing yourself for even making this a thing.
you're honestly not sure how much more you can take, just for the sake of your pride. and fuck, lara's really good at this. she doesn't look fazed at all, which is so not what you expected.
but of course, that's only from what you can see. lara's been fighting her demons equally as bad, if not more. all because you're not playing fair either. you've suddenly become the clumsiest person in the world, dropping your phone, a spoon, quite literally anything, directly in her line of sight, bending over with a smirk as you take your sweet time picking it up. and no matter how many times you do it, the way her face drops will never get old.
it's been a week of whatever this is, this stupid back and forth, and your willpower's slowly fading. fuck her for being so attractive.
you're lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling and the concept of the bet, of pride, of anything except her is starting to dissolve. yeah, you can't it anymore.
before you can talk yourself out of it, you roll off your mattress, walking silently across the hall. you don't even knock, just push lara's door open and slip inside, closing it softly behind you.
she's propped up in bed, scrolling on her phone and she doesn't even look remotely surprised to see you. a slow smirk spreads across her lips, so infuriatingly cocky you want to walk back out. but you can't. "look who it is," she says, tossing her phone to the side, "what's wrong, hm? can't sleep?"
"i can't," you sigh, defeated.
lara exhales and it sounds halfway between a laugh and a scoff. you can hear the satisfaction in it, but also something else...relief? "told you so," she jokes as you cross the room, crawling onto her bed.
you swing your leg over her hips, knees locking around her sides as you crash your lips onto hers. it feels amazing--she feels amazing--and you almost want to say the wait was worth it. "fuck, i missed this so bad," you groan, grinding into her once.
"me too," she smiles, folding her arms behind her head.
what the hell?
you know lara's big on physical touch, her hands have never not been on you with any chance she gets. usually, they'd be all everywhere by now--your ass, hips, chest, face--anything except being tucked away. "what's wrong?" you ask, tilting your head.
"the bet," she says, like it's obvious. she settles back against the pillows, "i'm not touching you. i'm still in, but you lost, so..." she raises her eyebrow, her face full of arrogance, "...it's on you. do whatever you want, cause i'm not participating."
you're close to screaming in frustration. no way she's doing this now. you've never needed anything this fucking bad in your life. but you know what, it's fine, two can play that game.
you shift back, stripping all your clothes off, slowly, finishing with your bra as she watches you unclip it and drop it to the ground. lara's biting her bottom lip in restraint as you climb back up between her legs, finding the waistband of her shorts and panties beneath, yanking them down her legs in one motion. she helps you kick them off, but her arms are still placed stubbornly behind her head.
out of the corner of your eye, you catch the strap that's already laid out on her nightstand, like she'd been expecting this. waiting for this. and you'd walked right into her trap.
well, you're too far in to take anything back now. you pick it up and lara watches you as you fit it around her hips, your fingers brushing against her warm skin, making her abs clench. she doesn't move at all to help, just watches you as her breathing picks up.
once it's on, you're completely out of patience--being practically edged for a week was rough and you've been thinking of this singular moment more times than you'd like to admit. you're already dripping and she's done nothing but lie there like a goddamn statue so far.
no more waiting. you line yourself up, sinking down onto her immediately in one smooth, desperate motion, gasping at the feeling. you brace your hands on her stomach, your head falling back. "fuck," you breathe out.
you start to move, deliberately slow. you're trying to ignore the desperate heat between your own legs, fighting the urge to just chase your own release. but no, you need to focus on making sure she gives in, and you know this is the only way to go. if there's one thing lara hates the most, it's for sure being teased.
on any normal day, if you even tried this, she'd probably flip you onto your front and take you just like that. you look down at her, expecting some sort of reaction, but she's still lying there. arms behind her head. watching you, smug as hell. "that's it?" she taunts, but her voice is kind of strained, "c'mon baby, you can do better than that."
you moan, frustration and pleasure mixing and you see lara's jaw clench. her biceps are flexed and she readjusts, one hand coming up to shield her face. you slow into an even more agonizing pace, rising up and sinking down slower, slower, bottoming out each time. her strap's sinking so deep inside of you, it feels so fucking good and you let out a small whine.
that's the first crack in her composure. lara jolts her hips up into yours, trying to play if off, but her eyes screw shut for a second, arms twitching like they're fighting the urge to reach out to you.
"lara," you plead, though it sounds closer to a moan, your thighs trembling as you steady yourself with one hand on her abs.
her eyes fly open and her pupils are insanely dilated. "oh shit," she gasps, her hips giving another tiny, involuntary jerk. she's breathing heavier now, eyes still fixed on you. "you sound so good," she forces out, "shit, you look so good like this too."
you shift your weight forward a little and oh my god. the change in angle hits even deeper and you let out a loud moan the exact same second lara does as well. you can feel her flinch underneath you. every time you sink down, you let out another soft sound, a gasp, a whimper, her name. and with every noise you make, her eyes roll back even more. she'd probably finish just from your sounds alone.
you can feel how wet she is, the week of no contact making her desperate and sensitive, every one of your moans, every roll of your hips is too much. you whine again, louder this time, letting your head fall back, "lara, please--"
"oh fuck it," she says, her hands finally, finally, reaching to grab your hips.
she holds you in place as she thrusts up, burying the strap all the way in as fast as she can. the feeling's complete pleasure and relief. she's fucking up into you, her eyes drifting all over your body, your face, before they shut tight. "yn, i-you're so beautiful," she moans, "i'm so close, i can't--"
lara cuts herself off, arching off the bed, mouth parted and my god, if someone asked you to define gorgeous, you'd just point straight at her. she looks breathtaking like this, frozen in pleasure underneath you. it's that thought alone that makes you finish right after, clenching around her strap hard as your vision blurs out.
a week isn't even that long, but fuck. after all that wanting, after having her right there and not being able to do a single thing about it--this feels insane. you've been dying for her, for this, and it's making the whole thing feel about a million times better.
you collapse down on her body and her arms come up to hold you properly. about time. your heart's hammering and you can feel your pulse everywhere--your chest, your neck, your fingertips. you lie there for a while, not sure how much time has passed. a minute? five?
"i win," lara breathes out, interrupting the silence.
of course that's the first thing she says. you look and she has the biggest, cockiest smirk plastered on her face, her hair fanning around her head like an angel. "whatever," you laugh out, shifting to get off, but her arms tighten around you, pulling you back down against her.
"where'd you think you're going?" she murmurs, "stay. winner's orders."
you let out a sigh of defeat, dropping your head back down on lara's shoulder. yeah, she won the bet, but you're not salty about it at all. losing's never felt so much like winning when you're with her.
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so utterly, stupidly, disgustingly wrong. not even those words were enough to describe how absolutely dirty this was. megan knows better, she knows full well that you'd help her if she asked, but you weren't exactly free right now. you were out with daniela shopping, meaning your phone was most likely on do-not-disturb.
megan really had no other choice. she didn't want to rut against your sheets and risk getting them dirty, nor was she able to gather the courage to grab your pillow and pathetically hump it like a dog in heat. so she landed at the next best thingâjerk herself off with your panties pressed to her nose.
however, the pair she grabbed wasn't from your dresser. or the clothes left to fold in the dryer. no, she snatched them directly from your dirty laundry hamper and scrambled to sit at the edge of your bed, one hand fumbling with the buckle of her belt and the zipper of her jeans. the moment her bottoms were off, she wasted no time, her length already thick and pulsing with the need for any sort of touchâmore specifically, your touch.
but you weren't available, much to her frustration.
without another thought, she springs into action, fingers reaching out to wrap around herself, feeling how prominently the veins throb beneath the pads of her fingers.
"y/n," she mewls, eyes fluttering shut, mind racing with thoughts of youâyour body, your face, your fingers, everything.
she chokes on a gasp as her thumb brushes along the flushed head, fingertip spreading the pre-cum that collects right above the slit. she follows up the motion with a stuttered roll of her hips, eyes rolling to back of her head as she squeezes her length lightly, free hand bunching your dirty panties at her side.
her eyes snap open for a second to bring the undergarment up to her nose, inhaling the scent. it drags a long, whiny moan from between her plump lips as she starts pumping herself harder, faster, needing the release.
the image of your hand around her cock is enough to satisfy her right now, her mind flashing with the memory of how pretty you always looked on your knees, taking her into your mouth so beautifully. the thought has her hips bucking feverishly, her hand losing the rhythm soon after. thenâanother thought pops into her mind, the only clear idea in the sea of fog.
megan lowers the thin piece of fabric above her twitching cock, shaking with anticipation as she angles the gusset on her tip. then, slowly, experimentally, she rolls her hips. what follows not long after is a noise that could only be described as desperate.
however, her newfound pleasure is cut short at the sound of her door creaking open. thenâ
"meimei, i'm back!" you announce, twisting the knob of her door and pushing it open, your free arm weighed down by the multiple bags you'd acquired on your day-out with daniela.
you don't know what you were expecting to see when you walked inâmaybe an empty room or a tired megan sprawled out on the mattressâbut it wasn't... whatever this is.
she's perched at the edge of your bed, legs spread wide, one hand holding her hard cock, the other fisting the already-messy sheets beside her. however, the thing that catches you the most off-guard is the skimpy piece of fabric placed precisely on her aching tip. you gasp lightly, unsure on whether to be turned on or freaked out.
but really, what's the difference?
her eyes snap up immediately at the sound of your voice, eyes glossy and big, pupils dilated so wide they're almost completely covered in black. the only thing she can offer you with is a long, almost sad whine of your name.
"baby," she calls weakly, thighs trembling with how close she is to her orgasm. "baby, iâi didn'tâcouldn't help it, really. y'were so f-far away andâ"
you shut her up with one step forward, pushing the door shut with your foot. you almost feel bad for the poor girl, sitting there shaking like a kicked puppy. you set your bags down before continuing on, stopping once you're stood in front of your girlfriend, eyes locked on her hardened member.
"want'chu so bad," she admits through a breathy moan, stroking herself subconsciously.
you tilt your head. "mm, clearly," you purr, nodding down toward the now-sticky piece of fabric lying uselessly atop of her leaking tip.
she whimpers in embarrassment.
it was humiliating, and yet... her hips were still moving.
swatting her hand away, you wrap your fingers around her cock in place of her. she stills for a second, the touch sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout her body. you chuckle lowly, eyes fixed on the way her abdomen flexes from how sensitive she already was. you touching her only added to the intensity.
slowly, you begin to pump her, your fingers circling her weeping tip every time you reach the upper-half of her length. she was bigger than you'd ever seen before, and you've made that very clear any and every time she fucks you.
she gasps without missing a beat, hands reaching for the sheets and tugging harshly. "godâoh fuck...!"
you smile, almost sweet. "feels so good, doesn't it?"
megan doesn't answer with words, just nods stupidly, drunk off of your touch. it never took that long for her to go stupid over youâjust a few push to the right buttons and she was melting like putty in your hands. a string of mewls and incoherent, slutty moans rip from her throat every time you squeeze her just right, head lolling back.
her fast, shallows breaths are a tell-tale sign of megan's impending orgasm, and you bathe in the fact that only you're able to get her so close in such a short span of time. the next signs are clearer than the last: jumbled, inaudible murmurs of warnings and your name all piled into one sentence.
you almost feel bad at how disheveled she looks, so needy and desperate to cum.
"haaâmmh! m-mommyâgonna cum, m'gonnaâ!" her sentenceâthat you're not even sure could be called oneâis cut short by a guttural moan of her own, and you don't think you'll be able to last another second without having your mouth around her.
so you do just thatâsinking to your knees and ignoring the disappointed whine that megan manages, her orgasm slipping away from her with each passing second that you're not touching her. she's about to muster up the power to complain when your lips wrap warmly around her angry pink tip, hushing her with one long swirl of your tongue.
you take her in slowly, relaxing your throat further with every inch that disappears in your mouth. megan can't help but stare, eyes wide and full of ecstasy, jaw practically on the floor. she'd never get tired of this sight.
the soft brush of your nose against her navel makes the trembling girl shiver, her knuckles bleeding white with the force of her grip, throat hoarse with how loud she's been. she hasn't even realized until you start bobbing your head up and down that she's practically screaming.
however, she couldn't care less in the momentânot when your mouth is so warm and your throat is so tight. not when you're finally giving her what she's been craving since the morning when you left her with a mere peck on the lips. not when she's so close to emptying her load right down your throat and watch you swallow it so effortlessly. by now, she's fucking your mouth, one hand settled on your head to help you move quicker and more efficiently, pulling one pornographic noise after the other out of the noisy girl.
before she can even think to warn you, the pleasure overcomes her like a tsunami. all-consuming and quick. it hits her like a truck, sending her over the edge with one last bob of your head.
"shitshitshitâm'cumming, iâ" she couldn't finish the sentence even if she tried, too lost in the sea of pleasure as she shoots rope after rope of white-hot cum down your throat.
and, just like she had pictured not 5 seconds ago, you swallow her load like a champ, hardly flinching as you help the sensitive girl ride out her high. she looks spent the moment you finally take the chance to look at her, chest heaving and mascara stained by the sheen of sweat layered across her face.
by the looks of it, she definitely can't take anymore.
but with the way her cock begins to harden the moment you lean in to kiss her, you know you'll be here a while.
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warnings. smut, g!p manon, service top!manon, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, doggy && missionary, slight nipple play, multiple orgasms (2), slight cum play, vulgar language.
synopsis. after a particularly humiliating lunch with manon and some new friends, you cut her off for a weekâhowever, that serves to be a challenge when she's the only person who can fuck you right. you're reminded of that when you're alone in your house one night, needy and desperate, which leaves you with no other choice than to call her.
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if anyone saw you and manon together, not one mind would jump to the conclusion that you'd been fucking on and off for the past year. they'd just think you're touchy best friends.
which isn't exactly far from the truth, but it's not close either.
it's not a complicated situation, it's actually quite simpleâyou're friends with benefits. friends who laugh together over something stupid one moment and then fuck like rabbits the next. not that anyone had that knowledge except for some of your closest friends. oh, and megan because she forgot to knock on manon's door one time and saw the two of you going at it. likeâreally going at it. bed frame creaking, headboard knocking against the wall... you get the gist.
megan, however, did not, which led to a very awkward, yet very serious explanation. and ever since that day, she'd jokingly tease manon about it.
it never got under her skin as much as it did for you.
whenever your friends would bring up manon, you're entire body would short-circuitâyour thighs would close, fingers would twitch, and your mind would immediately cut to the memory of how good she fucked you. how deep she'd get. how loud she'd make you. and then, instinctively, you would call her over and beg.
however, today was different. you and manon were on... rocky terms, to say the least. you don't remember exactly what happened, but the last time you'd seen each other, an argument sparked. what went from something so little quickly flipped into something that left the two of you at each other's necksâshe'd been careless, maybe a little drunk, and joked in front of her new friends about the arrangement you two had. it didn't land. well, not for you, at least.
which is why you haven't spoken to her since last week, even though you've really, really wanted to.
it's hard not being close to her and enjoying quiet moments together, but it's even harder to find someone who caters to your needs in the way that she does.
you're sure anyone else could make you feel like manon doesâall floaty and full and cared forânot even yourself, or any stupid toy. not even the girl you kissed out of desperation last night because you really needed relief. nothing else worked to relieve the tension between your legs like manon could, and you're starting to realize that more the longer you stare at your unmoving ceiling fan.
it's cold in your room despite the fan not being turned on and the covers lying heavy over your half-naked figure. you gave up on trying to relieve yourself 5 minutes ago, coming to the conclusion that you needed help.
even if that help was coming from the girl you were still a little frustrated at.
so, with a defeated sigh, you roll onto your stomach and reach for your phone on the nightstand. the first person to pop up on your contacts after you unlock your phone is none other than manon, her smile all big and her hair messier than usual. you hated how she somehow looked the best whenever you were mad at her.
you grumble something under your breath before tapping on her contact, your core already pulsing with the need to be filled.
the line rings once.
twice.
three times.
you almost think she won't pick up, especially due to the late hourâ1:28 a.m. then again, you're almost confused as to why she isn't picking up because she always answers your calls.
you're about to give up when the line connects, a small crackle sounding through your phone.
"...y/n?" manon mumbles, clearly just having woken up from the raspy tone of her voice. "what areâmmph, what're you callin' this late for?"
a sigh of reliefâand desperationâpasses by your lips at the familiar tone of the girl, a chill running down your spine at the slightly frustrated undertones weaved carefully through her words.
of course she's still salty.
at herself, hopefully. you played no part in her bullshit.
"better question," you hum, pressing the phone to your ear. "why are you already catching an attitude with me?"
manon groans quietly on the other end of the line. then she coughs loud as fuck. "maybe because it's one in the morning and i have rehearsal at five."
you grin, laughing softly. "never stopped us before," you tease, though your facade is slowly fading with each passing second that you hear her voice.
"alright, byeâ"
"wait!"
she huffs a laugh. "what?"
"...i need you," you murmur, lips pouty like that'll help your case. "i need you now, manz."
a heavy, long breath spills into her phone speaker, shaking at the end. that's all you need to knowâyou've already got her wrapped around your finger. now you just need to be wrapped around her.
"yeah? and what exactly do you need from me?" she teases, voice all low and dripping with lust.
your thighs only clench together tighter, eyelids heavy with need and desire. you bite your lip, suppressing a moan. "need your dick."
she inhales sharply.
but she doesn't stop. no, why would she? her living purpose is to annoy the hell out of you and then fuck you good to make up for it.
"where do you need it?" she breathes, voice strained. her cock is already straining against her boxers.
you tsk, already irritated. but you know better than to give her an attitude.
"inside meânow just... get over here," you murmur, rushing the words out like you're embarrassed. and you kind of are because you know she has the stupidest grin on her face right now. "please."
"already on my way. be there in 5."
it feels like an eternity before you hear the low rumble of an engine pulling into the driveway, slowly dying down before the car goes silent.
you can hardly hear the door close with how loud your thoughts are, your entire body buzzing with the anticipation and desperate overflowing in your system. three knocks on your front door is all you need before you're jumping up from the couch and practically sprinting to the door. you unlock the door before slowly opening it, revealing manon's tall figure.
she's wearing a sweatsuit, head-to-toe dressed in black, hood pulled over her head, big glasses resting on the smooth bridge of her nose.
"hey," she says, voice barely a whisper. she offers a hand like she's waiting for you to shake it.
you stare at her outstretched arm for a second before glancing up into her eyes. they're darker thsn usual, glossed over with something you can't quite pinpointâbut it's none of the anger you saw last week. not even a pinch.
with a small smile, you take her hand, shaking it once before pulling her flush against your body. you kick the door closed behind her, shutting it completely once you push her against the wood. her lips quirk up into a cocky smile, hands sliding down your body and landing on your ass. she pulls you impossibly closer to her, groaning softly when your hips press into hers.
"shit," she breathes, lips still squished on yours. "you still mad from our fight or are you just this needy?"
you shut her up with another kiss. harder this time. filled with need and the frustration you've built up against her since last week. "both," you mumble.
she laughs into your mouth, though the sound breaks off into a loud groan when you grind your hips forward, pressing perfectly against the growing tent in her sweatpants. you sigh in small relief at the friction, your arousal seeping through your panties now. a low moan escapes your lips once manon matches your slow grinds, the warmth in your lower stomach already building.
her grip on your ass is tight, hungry, like just touching you would be enough to get her off. and it isâbut tonight's not about her.
"right," she hums, nodding slowly when she pulls away. "you need a hug or somethin'?"
you roll your eyes, hands finding the fabric on the front of her hoodie to shove her softly against the door. her smile only widens, dark eyes glimmering.
"more than that," you breathe, eyelids heavy.
her tongue runs slowly along her lower lip, leaning closer. she doesn't kiss you this time, just lets her breath fan across your lips in the way she knows drives you crazy. "then come get what you need."
oh, and you absolutely will.
you tug her hoodie off without a second thought, manicured nails scraping her abs in the process. she flinchesânot from pain, just from how quickly things flip between you two. one second she's cracking a smug smile, the next her breath's caught in her throat like it physically hurts her not to be inside you yet.
she tugs her sweatpants down to her ankles in seconds, kicking them off somewhere between your coffee table and the couch, and your panties are already halfway down your thighs when she groans, "fuck, you were serious."
without a word, you nod, dragging her down the hallway and into your room. she pushes you to sit on the edge of the bed the second you're close enough, lowering you onto your back with one gentle hand to your chest, eyes dark and narrow like she's trying to figure something out. maybe why you're still so stubborn. or maybe why you even came back to her. she doesn't think too hard on it, just flashes you a small smile and loops her fingers under the waistband of your shorts.
"you're soaked," she observes quietly, eyes locked on how the slick fabric of your panties cling to your folds, the outline of your cunt almost clear through the thin layer.
you just whine, hips lifting subtly. manon notices, of course she does. you're almost convinced she knows your body better than you do. and she proves that fact with a swift tug at the waistband of your undergarment, rolling them down your legs and watching as some of your arousal slicks the inside of your thighs. a low groan escapes her throat the moment she's able to really look at your dripping cunt.
your entrance is fluttering around nothing, clit puffy and pink and begging for any kind of attention, folds slick with nothing but need.
she bites her lip. "tell me what you need."
"you know what i need."
manon presses her lips to the inner part of your thigh, nose nearly bumping your core. her breath fans across your clit, sending an obvious shiver down your spine. she hums into your skin, moves higher, then presses another kiss just above your belly button.
her hands stay cemented to your hips, rubbing soft curls into your skin with her thumbs, creating heat and friction that you need elsewhere. you're about to whine again when her lips find your chest. she places an open-mouthed kiss atop of your bra, eyes heavy-lidded as she stares up at you through her lashes, the thick frame of her glasses obstructing your view of her glassy eyes.
you grant her permission with a small nod, and she wastes no time in looping her arms around your back and unclasping your bra. her fingers working carefully on the straps, sliding them off your smooth shoulders until they come off your body. she tosses the fabric behind her before repeating her motion from earlier, gently pressing her lips to your nipple again. without the restricting piece of clothing, the sensation feels euphoric.
manon doesn't tease for long. not because she doesn't want toâbecause of course she doesâbut because she doesn't want to waste another second leaving you unsatisfied.
her tongue flicks once over your nipple, now erect, and then she slowly drags her tongue up your neck. her lips find yours just as she crawls on top of you, hovering over you as she kisses you like she's apologizing for every little humiliating word that left her mouth last week.
simultaneously, her hand trails down to fumble with the waistband of her boxers, pushing down the restricting piece of fabric until it fell to her ankles. without breaking away from your mouth, she kicks the item off, cock springing out and slapping gently against her abdomen. her stomach tenses, shuddering lightly when the tip of her length brushes her skin.
"please," you manage, lips shiny with shared saliva, eyes just as glassy as you plead up at her.
and how could she make you wait any longer?
she bites back a cocky smirk, eyes flicking down to the small sliver of space left between your bodies, gaze following the way she wraps a hand around her shaft and aligns herself against your entrance. with a shaky breath, she pushes in, lips parting in a silent gasp at how tight you were.
"fuck," she hisses, eyes snapping to you.
your jaw drops at the stretch, the pleasure overpowering the small amount of pain blooming from how long you'd gone without her. your legs hook around her waist, heels tight on her lower back as you help her to slowly ease in.
dark brown eyes stay trained to your reactions the entire time, eyelids heavy with how warm and tight you feel around her. once your hips meet, she pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjustâbecause even after months of taking manon, you still haven't fully adjusted to just how big she really was.
your hips roll after a minute or two, pussy clenching around the intrusion. manon groans into your neck, glasses beginning to fog. her eyes flutter shut as she pulls out, dick glistening with the evidence of your arousal, before she slams right back in. your hips meet again with a loud, obscene slap of skin, followed by the lewd squelch of your soaked cunt.
"oh my god," you gasp, eyes squeezed shut, hands flying to manon's back. "needâfuck, need y'to go faster."
at the sound of your voice, she nods with a low grunt, dragging her hips backward and thrusting back in. this time, she slams back in faster, harder, the headboard banging against the bedroom wallâit's almost loud enough to drown out the filthy noises erupting from the back of your throat, pornographic moans and whines leaving you due to just good manon's dick filled you, her tip brushing your cervix with each brutal thrust.
your nails drag down her back roughly, back arched off the mattress, causing your nipples to press against the fabric of her tank top. "manon, fuck," you whimper, hips grinding upward.
"shh," she coos, lips directly at your ear. "i got you, baby girl, just lemme help you, 'lright?"
all you can respond with is some lame excuse of a nod, looking more as a mere tilt of your head. manon doesn't press you on it, just rolls her hips deep on one particular thrust, practically rutting against your cervix and making you squirm relentlessly.
her gaze drifts down your body, mesmerized by the way your stomach flexes every time she hits that one soft spot to the way your cunt swallows her length without any resistance. she slides in and out with ease, growling lowly at how warm you feel around her. she'd tried jerking herself off from time-to-time the entire week you went m.i.a. on her, but not even her hand could compare to how you wrapped so perfectly around her shaft, velvet walls squeezing her like a vice.
stray pieces of your hair stick to your skin, slick with a thin sheen of sweat on your temples and down your neck. "manon," you whine, the sound broken. "fuckâgonna cum! m'gonnaâ"
"do it," she replies without missing a beat, breath heavy in her chest, eyes clouded with lust. "shit. you gonna let me cum with you? gonna let me cum inside?"
your body has a genuine reaction to that. your pussy spasms around her dick with your impending orgasm, mouth opening wider to inhale sharply. fuck, you've never wanted something more than you wantâneedâher to fill you right now. and you're sure she clocks that by the way her lips rise in a satisfied grin, biting down on her lip as she doubles her effort with her thrusts, somehow becoming more rhythmic while also keeping her pace and roughness.
"wanted this so bad didn't you?" she huffs, nipping at the edge of your earlobe. "hmmphâyeah, i did too. fuck, i wanted this so bad, baby."
her words travel into your ear just as the first waves of your orgasm crash over you, hard and bordering overwhelming. not even seconds later, the pleasurable pressure of the thick ropes of manon's cum hit you like a tidal wave. it's hot. back-arching, jaw-droppingly hot. she fills you almost entirely, cock twitching between the comfort of your gummy walls.
manon doesn't stop the ministrations with her hipsârather, they speed up, if that was even possible, and you're mentally thanking yourself for not asking to come over to her place. god knows how many of the girls would wake up to come and complain, just for them to catch onto your secret. the thought immediately flees your mind at the emptiness you feel in your lower stomach the second manon slips out.
her hands drift down your body, one coming to keep your thigh spread as the other moves between your legs to the sensitive warmth she'd just filled. you whimper softly when her fingers drag down your folds, slick and sticky with mixed arousal. manon takes her time playing with you, circling two fingers tightly around your twitching bundle of nerves as her thumb dips delicately into your weeping hole, causing a broken gasp of her name to escape from your mouth.
she pushes her cum back into your pussy, mixing in with your own as she plunges her fingers deep, making sure it stays even just for the time she had left with you.
"on your stomach," the swiss girl then instructs, and without another question, you do just that. it elicits a low, approving hum from manon. "good girl."
her eyes travel down the expanse of your skin, locked to the delicate curve of your back and how beautifully the arch is. you slide onto your hands and knees instinctively, head hanging low as you push your ass up. she literally has to look away to hold herself back from handling you as roughly as her thoughts tell her to.
then she presses close again, cock sliding through your folds from behind and rubbing against your needy entrance. she circles the tip around your clit, earning a string of near-overstimulated whimpers.
you turn your head, eyes all soft and big. "pleasepleasepleâ"
she doesn't give you room to finish, just slowly slides the tip inside with a strained growl. "no talkin' right now. just sit there and take it, yeah?"
"...nnghâmhm!" you cry out, letting your head hang down again, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. the squelching sound of your wetness mixed with manon's echoes down the open bedroom door and into the empty house, bouncing off the windows in the room that aren't covered by the curtains even in the slightest.
your neighbor should be thankful for the show, at least.
the thought slips your mind the moment manon bottoms out, a whisper of a groan escaping her throat as she gives you time to adjust. it's not long before you're pushing your hips back, begging through a string of babbles.
useless syllables stay unused on the tip of your tongue, sounding more like an incoherent string of mumbles as your mind fogs with the mind-boggling sensation of the swiss girl's dick pounding in and out of you without much restraint. she's rhythmic with her thrusts, hitting the perfect spot every time like she's memorized your body and what you like.
large hands find your hips, one smoothing down the arch of your back and pressing down, deepening the beautiful curve and illiciting a breathy moan from your part. it allows her to slide in deeper, filling you to the brim as she fucks your mixed cum back into your cunt, the action messy and loud, enveloping the hot space with wet noises and broken moans. her free hand stays planted at your hip, guiding your body back harder into her hips, skin slapping like a metronome throughout the room, overpowered every so often by a squeal of her name.
"manon, manon, manon," you whine, repeating the words like a mantra, your mind unable to come up with anything else other than the girl.
she squeezes her eyes shut, head lolling back with a low breath of your name. "i got you, babyâhaahâmmh, jus' take it. all you gotta do f'me is sit there and look pretty. y'can do that, can't ya?"
you nod without any further convincing, cunt convulsing around manon's thick length as she twitches between your walls. it's a feeling you can't describe as anything less then mind-shattering, your entire nervous system short-circuiting with each pump of her hips against your ass, every one seeming harder than the last.
and before you know it, your orgasm is ripping through you againâmore euphoric than the last, definitely much more dizzying.
it's so strong that your elbows give out beneath you, sending your face directly into the pillows. your cheek smushes against the fluffy object, lips parted to let out one final, spent moan as you sink into the mattress, eyelids heavy with the sleepy aftermath of whatever the fuck just happened. manon doesn't continue with her thrusts to relieve herself, knowing full well that you're too sensitive to last even just one more rut of her hips.
instead, she slows down and pulls out of you with careful, thought-out precision, hand firm on your hip as she helps you roll onto your back once more.
your breathing comes to a gentle, even pattern soon after the fact, eyes fluttering open and shut, torn on whether to watch manon leave or let your body take you under the much-needed wave of sleepiness. you huff softly, blinking blearily as you watch manon dress herself, almost tripping over her pant leg and toppling over your dresser. it pulls a sleepy laugh from you.
even if the way she's leaving is a little shitty.
her eyes find yours at the quiet sound, lips pulling into a smile that was reminiscent of your ownâjust more alive and less tired. as she finishes up, she stops at your doorframe, glancing back at you as she flicks off the light switch, nodding over at you.
"told the girls you'd be at lunch with me tomorrow," she says, voice just louder than a whisper, careful not to fully wake you.
you nod, too tired to really comprehend her words.
manon grins. "i'll pick you up."
"mm'kay," you mumble.
"you still alive, y/n? gonna remember tomorrow?"
"...mhmm."
she doesn't buy itânot one bit.
but she knows you'll come to terms in the morning when you get her text, so she offers you one last quiet laugh before silently slipping through the crevice of your door with a small,
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you wake up to the sound of the hotel room door closing shut, then a quiet "fuck" that you could only assume was daniela at how loud the door was. you stir around before opening your eyes, blinking a few times before focusing on her. she has two bags in her hands as she walks up to the bed and sets them down before walking over to you.
"good morning, mrs. avanzini," she says softly with a small smile, pressing a kiss on your lips.
"good morning." you smile up at her.
"i got food. a little bit of everything." she opens the bags and starts setting food down on the end of the bed. "tostada, pastelitos de guayaba, arroz con leche, croquetas de jamĂłn." she lists off as she pulls them each out. "and coffee. decaf, obviously."
"you seem excited," you say. you can tell she is, her reaction was priceless when you showed her the plane tickets before the wedding and told her that you two would be going to buenos aires for the honeymoon.
daniela just smiles sheepishly at you. "is it obvious? i haven't had breakfast like this in ages. i'm just happy it's even available."
"i know." you smile. "it's cute."
her face flushes red at your words, glancing down at the bed with a smile on her face. she organizes the food and hands it to you with your drink.
"thank you, baby." you kiss her cheek softly when she leans down.
"of course," she replies, smiling at you.
she sits back down on the bed next to you, starting to eat along with you.
"so what do you wanna do today?" she asks.
"i dunno." you shrug. "we could go to shopping around town."
"shopping sounds fun." daniela nods, cleaning up the trash and putting it in the bin in the corner. "i wanna learn how to roll a cigar."
"dani!" you lightly smack her shoulder when she sits back down.
"what?!" she replies.
"we are here for our honeymoon, not for you to learn how to roll cigars," you tell her, rolling your eyes. "and how long have you rolled blunts for? its essentially the same."
"i know." dani nods solemnly.
"don't pout." you point at her, moving to stand up from the bed. "i'm taking a shower."
and daniela follows in behind you like its second nature, like a gust of wind guiding her wherever you go. she steps behind you in the fancy shower of the expensive hotel, and even without saying a word, her presence is known.
her arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you closer to her so your bodies were pressing against each other. she brushes your hair over your shoulder and presses a soft kiss on the skin.
"i love you," she murmurs softly.
your hand finds hers, intertwining your fingers with hers. "i love you too," you whisper.
"i'm so happy," she says quietly, putting her face in the crook of your neck. "no puedo esperar para pasar el resto de mi vida contigo."
"you're so lucky i know spanish now," you giggle while shaking your head. "all you used to say was the nastiest things with the sweetest voice."
"and you had no clue." she smiles against your skin, biting down softly. "you thought i was saying sweet stuff."
"well yeah. when you say it with that tone, obviously i would." you say, tilting your head to the side and leaning back against her.
"sorry." she kisses over the spot she bit. "i just can't contain myself around you."
"oh, i noticed that fairly fast." you shake your head. "you're quite obvious."
"i am not." she retorts.
"you are." you reach your other hand around and pat her head. "but it's okay, i love you anyways."
"uh-huh." daniela nods. "i love you too."
you turn your head to look at her, and she pulls her face from your neck, smiling at you. "you better," you whisper.
"i promise." she whispers back before kissing you.
-ËËâââââ
stumbling inside the hotel room, daniela's lips moved fast against yours. messy, with teeth clashing and tongues twisting with her hands planted on your hips pushing you inside. she kicks the door shut behind her, and moves one of her hands up to cup your face before pulling out of the kiss.
"i want you to strip and put on that new set i got you. and sit on the bed and wait for me."
the tone in her voice sends a shiver down your spine, but a sly smile grows on your face at the same time. "yes, papi," you say in a sultry voice, your hands grazing down her chest to the baggy jeans she was wearing. fingertips gliding over the bulge growing in her pants, and she twitches at the subtle sensation.
"fuck, i love how you say that," she breathes.
your smile grows bigger at her words, at how breathless she sounds and nothing has even happened yet other than a little kissing and touching. you spin around and start walking away to the bedroom, making sure to sway your hips, and closing the sliding doors behind you.
daniela lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, staring forward at the closed doors staring back at her with anticipation bubbling in the pit of her stomach. she's straining against her jeans now, and her hand moves down to palm herself through the material. letting out a little groan, her eyes close for a moment before she moves her hand away. she throws off her shirt and tosses it on the table, walking slowly to the double doors, and opening them.
her eyes land on you quickly. you're sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the dark red lingerie set she bought for you earlier in the day. it hugs your body just right, and daniela's eyes trail up and down, taking everything in.
"joder, eres hermosa," she says, shamelessly looking at you like she's won a prize. its that same look she gave you when you first stayed the night at her apartment. when she realized you were really hers, just like now. "i can't believe how lucky i am."
she walks over to you and gets on her knees in front of you and the bed, placing her hands on your thighs, hazel eyes peering up at you with lust and love in them. "let me taste you. please, mami," she says lowly, her hands gently squeezing your thighs.
your hand makes its way to her cheek, caressing her skin with your thumb as you slowly spread your legs, smiling at the way her pupils dilate at the sight. "go ahead, baby," you tell her.
daniela's hands immediately went to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down delicately until she peeled them off your ankles. her breath catches in her throat at the sight of your arousal sticking to the fabric as she tosses them aside, her eyes dark looking at you like she's about to devour you.
she inches closer to your core and sticks her tongue out and licks up your folds, moaning against you at the taste of you. she presses a soft little kiss on your clit, smirking when your hips twitch up and she wraps her lips around it, sucking on it gently.
"f-fuck!" you gasp, a hand grasping her hair in a tight grip the second she attaches to your bundle of nerves. "dani," you whine her name, nails digging into her scalp. she lightly smacks your thigh and you yelp. "papi, please."
her eyes stare up at you, dark as she continues her ministrations on your clit, humming against you like she's enjoying it â and she is. she eats you out like it's the first time all over again every time, tongue sloppily gliding along your folds and sucking on your clit like she'll die if she detaches from you. she always gets so into it, no matter what time it is. she devours you every time, like it's her last meal and she makes sure you feel all of it.
she brings one of her hands off your thigh down to her crotch, palming herself through her jeans and groaning against you, sending vibrations through your core that make you moan loudly. you instinctively tug on her hair, and she moans as you push her head closer to you.
"don-don't stopâplease!" your hips start to roll against her face, your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut at the sensations running through your body. "fuck, 'm gonna cum!"
the second you say it, daniela is pulling away from you, leaving you whining and pulling on her hair to try and bring her back to you. she grabs your wrist firmly to stop you, looking up at you with hooded eyes and your slick covering the lower half of her face.
"get on the bed," she tells you, leaving no room for argument.
you quickly nod, letting go of her and pushing yourself further onto the bed. she stands after a second, the tent in her jeans now obvious as she looks over you. she fiddles with her belt for a moment before pulling it off and tugging her jeans down her legs along with her boxers, kicking them off with practiced ease somewhere in the room. she wraps a hand around her shaft, letting out a small sigh at the feeling and starting to slowly stroke herself.
"fuckâyou're so pretty, baby," she says, breathless. "just for me, yeah?"
"only you, papi," you respond, smiling at how she's falling apart without even being really touched yet.
"fuck yeah," she breathes out.
she takes a couple steps up to the bed before sliding into it, resting her back up against the headboard. "c'mere." she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto her lap. you let out a quiet gasp feeling her prodding against your entrance as you hover above her, hesitant to move. which she notices quickly.
"don't be shy now," she says, leaning forward and whispering in your ear. "i can handle you at any point in time, cariño. be a good girl f'me and ride my cock, yeah?"
her words somehow manage to reassure you enough to move, grabbing the base of her cock and aligning it with your entrance before slowly sinking down on her. your hands instantly grab her shoulders, nails clawing into her skin as your lips part into a silent moan, your eyes squeezing shut at the stretch. her hands grab your hips, gentle but firm as you slowly go further down until she's burrowed deep inside you.
"fuck," you shakily breathe out. "you're so-soâfuck." you slowly rock your hips, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling. "god, dani," you whine quietly.
"i got you, baby," daniela whispers. her hands guide your movements, slowly grinding and rolling your hips in a rhythm that was different from usual. it was slow, sensual, and you both felt everything. heavy breaths and soft moans fill the dimly lit room, and daniela's eyes never stray far from you. "my pretty girl, you're so beautiful. just like that. go slow, baby." her voice is low and hushed, her eyes peering up at you like you're her whole world and more.
you look down at her, her pupils blown wide staring back at you but filled with adoration in them. your hands move from her shoulders to cup her face and you lean in, pressing your lips against hers deeply. she moans against your lips, not being able to contain herself anymore as her hips buck up into you. your lips glide against hers perfectly and messily, a mess of saliva dripping and tongues intertwining with teeth clinking against each other.
parting from the kiss, you rest your forehead on hers, doing your best to keep your eyes open solely because of the way she's looking at you. she's looking at you with so much love in her eyes, like you strung up the stars in the sky just for her, like you're a real-life goddess and she's blessed to even be in your presence. and you don't realize it, but you're looking at her the same way.
"i love you," daniela whispers, her hands still holding your hips and moving you up and down her cock. "i love you s-so much. so f-fuckin' much. god." her voice cracks and a broken moan leaves her mouth.
"say it again," you tell her, breathless. "please."
she repeats it in a slightly shaky voice, "i love you."
"again."
"i love you."
"fuck, again."
"i love you."
"fuck." your voice cracks, not even noticing the tears trickling down your cheeks until you feel daniela's hand wipe them away.
"i got you."
it's three simple words, but they somehow hit harder than all the other times you've heard them from her. your tears continue falling, but not out of discomfort or sadness â instead purely overwhelmed by the amount of love she has for you. you never thought you'd get this far with her, and it was hitting you all at once.
you tuck your face into the spot between her neck and shoulder, feeling her arms wrap around you and start slowly moving her hips as you practically collapse against her chest. your broken moans and whimpers fill the room along with daniela's heavy breaths and her hushed praises in your ear.
"i got you, princesa. lo estĂĄs haciendo muy bien. tan bueno. my good girl," daniela whispers directly into your ear, speeding up her thrusts slightly and letting out a moan. "i love youâshitâi always will, i swear." she presses a kiss on your head, and you let out a broken noise when she hits that sweet spot, curling further into her as best you could.
"don't stopâpl-please! please," you cry out into her neck. you feel the familiar knot tightening in the pit of your stomach, and your nails dig into her shoulders, leaving red marks as your moans become higher-pitched and desperate. you gasp out between choked moans, "oh my godâi'm gonna cumâ"
your words make daniela start going faster to bring you to your climax. "yeah?" she says, her breath hot against your ear. "go on, baby. let go f'me. i got you."
within the few seconds she says those words, you let out a long moan, your entire body shaking with your legs trembling and giving out. daniela pulls you closer to her, her hips still rocking slowly to drag you through your high. but you're not done yet.
"cum in me," you murmur into her neck, barley loud enough for her to hear while you start rolling your hips again.
"baby, i'm fine," daniela says quietly, but her breath hitches in her throat when you start leaving hot open-mouthed kisses along her neck up to her jaw. "i don't need to. don't over-overwork yourself." she stutters when you lift your hips and slowly go back down, your walls fluttering around her twitching cock.
"let me, please?" you pull back a little to look at her, a little pout on your lips as your hands trail down her chest. "i wanna feel you, please."
daniela folds instantly, nodding her head. "okay," she lets out.
a small smile forms on your lips and you lean in and kiss her passionately, hands cupping her face as you start rocking your hips again. she moans into the kiss, fingers pressing deep into your thighs like she's trying to keep herself cool and contained.
pulling out from the kiss, you look down at her with a smile splayed on your face. "don't get modest now. i wanna hear you," you say, slowing back down on purpose, grinding against her barely, just enough for her to feel you.
"meirda," daniela groans, her head falling back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. "te sientes tan bien." her words come out slurred like she's drunk, not even realizing she's speaking her spanish from the dizzying amount of pleasure rushing through her.
"that's what i wanna hear," you say with a smile. your hands land on her shoulders for support as you speed up, lifting your hips and slamming back down at a pace that has you both moaning and gasping. "feel good, baby?" you say between breaths.
"uh-huh!" daniela nods feverishly, moans spilling freely from her lips. "s-so good, mami." her hips buck up into you, and she lets out a whine. "keep doing thatâshit!" she hisses through her teeth when you clench around her, high-pitched and whiney.
you feel her twitching and throbbing inside you, and you feel another orgasm of your own approaching, making you start riding her with more desperation, moans falling from your mouth. "you gonna cum, baby? gonna fill me up?"
"yes, yesâ!" she nods quickly, her hips bucking again. "please, 'm so closeâplease mami," she gets out between moans and gasps. "let meâlet me fill you up, please. 'wanna so bad, please."
you lean in close, your lips hovering just inches in front of hers as you lowly whisper, "cum for me, baby."
and she does. with her eyes rolling to the back of her head and a long groan leaving her mouth, her whole body tensing up as she cums deep inside you. she slouches after, breathing ragged as she tries to open her eyes but feels utterly wrecked in all the right ways.
"you still with me, baby?" you whisper, thumb drawing circles on her cheek.
daniela lets out a low hum, nodding her head.
"you think you can give me one more?" you press a gentle kiss on her jaw.
her eyes open, and you're biting your bottom lip waiting for her response. she nods, hands still on your hips. "only for you, mami."
you smile at her. "that's what i like to hear."
-ËËâââââ
daniela wakes up to the feeling of gentle, soft kisses pressing on her face. she stirs around a little, a soft noise leaving her slightly parted lips as she groggily opens her eyes. when her vision focuses, she sees you. hair draped over your shoulders falling in front, your soft smile as you look down at her, your eyes gazing at her full of love.
"good morning, my love," you say softly, pressing a small kiss on her lips.
"morning," she croaks, her voice raspy from the night before.
"you okay?" you ask, pushing a strand of curly hair out of her face.
"i think you broke me," daniela mutters.
a giggle leaves your lips. "sorry," you say, patting her cheek.
"'ts okay," she replies, a small smile on her face. "i like being broken by you."
"how sweet of you," you lightly tease. "i ordered room service. just a little bit, though. i want to go out for lunch at this restaurant i saw." you add.
"okay." daniela nods. "just give me a minute," she mumbles. "maybe five minutes..."
"if you aren't up in ten minutes i will drag you out of this bed myself," you tell her, pointing a finger at her. you slowly get out of the bed, grabbing a random shirt of hers and pulling it over your head and make your way out of the bedroom.
daniela's head falls back down onto the pillow, a tired huff leaving her mouth as she stares up at the ceiling. she hears music start playing from the other room past the small crack in the doors you left, and a little smile forms on her face when she hears you quietly singing along to it. she gets up out of the bed and finds her boxers on the floor, pulling them on before walking out of the bedroom.
she stops when she sees you, sitting at the kitchen counter humming along to the music playing while eating the delicately plated food. her heart skips a beat or two, and she doesn't realize she's staring until you turn your head and look at her.
"you look dazed," you say, a teasing smile on your face.
"you're beautiful," is all she says in response.
your face heats up, and you look back down at the tray of fruit in front of you. she walks over to the other side of the counter and takes a grape, popping it in her mouth making you look at her.
"so...i didn't wanna ask right after last night but," daniela pauses, like she's trying to choose the right words. "why did you start crying?" she asks. "i didn'tâi didn't do something wrong, did i?"
you don't respond for a minute or two, surprised that she's even asking until the second part comes out and you realize she still worries about you and if she did something wrong to upset you. you shake your head, eyes looking down at the counter.
"no, you didn't do anything wrong," you say firmly, so she knows its the truth. "i just...i didn't think we'd ever get this far...and you look at me with so much love and you treat me with respect and make an effort into everything with us â for us. it just hit me all at once i guess." your voice gets quieter the more you speak. "i never would've thought me staying that one night would lead to this."
daniela reaches a hand forward, grabbing yours. "i get it," she says. "it feels like such a long time ago, right?" she smiles. "that little ass one bedroom in l.a., you texting in the middle of the night, me asking you to stay."
you look at her and see the smile on her face, making one grow on yours as well. "do you remember the morning after?" you ask. "how you insisted that you get me something for breakfast and came back with half the bakery?"
"yep." she nods. "first time i ever did that by the way."
"oh really?" you raise an eyebrow. "so i was special from the beginning, huh?"
"yeah, you were."
the sudden seriousness in her voice has a blush spreading on your face, and you shake your head, trying to look unfazed by her words. "wow. you're something."
"and yet you married me." she walks around the counter and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her.
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summary: she turns up at 1:32 a.m. like she never left, pulling confessions from your mouth before sheâs between your thighsâthen slips out before sunrise, leaving you with shaky legs, the taste of her still on your lips, and the ache of knowing she might never stay.
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The first time you slept with Daniela, it was a mistake. A half-remembered party, too many people, her laugh in your ear, and hands that didnât hesitate. You werenât friends. Barely acquaintances. Just two girls in the same scene who thought itâd be a one-time thing. No strings.
That was months ago.
Now, every time she had a day offâshe ended up at your place. No flowers. No real conversation. Just that damn car in your complex again, and Daniela stepping through your door like it was hers.
And stupidly, you let her.
You told yourself you could handle it. That it was just physical. That she wasnât your type anyway. Youâd never done the friends-with-benefits thing before. Never slept with someone without catching real feelings. But she was so magnetic. So casual about it all. You told yourself you could be, too.
But you were already falling.
â
She was on your couch again, legs stretched out, hair still wet from the shower she took in your bathroom. You stood across the room, arms crossed, trying to act like you werenât unraveling.
âYouâre here early,â you said.
She didnât look up from her phone. âWrapped early.â
âThatâs rare.â
A shrug. No smile. No acknowledgement of how long it had been. Like the last time she left without a word hadnât crushed you. Like nothing was out of the ordinary.
You sat on the far edge of the couch. Careful. Distant.
She glanced at you, eyes trailing your frame. âYouâve been thinking about me.â
You stiffened. âDonât flatter yourself.â
Her smirk grew. âYou only clean when youâre spiraling.â
âMaybe I just like clean counters.â
âMhm.â
God, she was impossible. Always so smug. Always assuming she still had you wrapped around her finger.
You pulled your knees up, curling into yourself. âYou could at least pretend to care.â
That gave her pause. She turned to look at you more fully, something quieter crossing her face. âYou know I do.â
âDo you?â
Silence. Weighted.
Then she moved. Fluid. Sure of herself. Her hand found your thigh, warm and grounding.
âY/N,â she said, softer, âIâm not good at this.â
âAt what?â
She didnât answer.
You didnât press. But something inside you cracked, anyway.
You sat thereâclose, not quite touching, both pretending the tension wasnât devouring you alive. Her hand brushed your leg again. Your breath caught.
You hated that she could still do this to you.
You werenât dating. Werenât even something as simple as lovers. You didnât know what you were.
But when she looked at you like that, you let her stay. You always did.
Even though you knew she wouldnât tomorrow.
Even though you knew she never would.
â
Days passed. No messages. No updates.
But your feed knew everything.
Photos from her Lollapalooza weekend hit like gut punchesâDaniela backstage with some radio host, laughing like they were best friends. Then with fans, signing autographs, perfect smile in full display. And the worst of them: a blurry party photo. Daniela, drink in hand, body angled toward a woman who stood just a little too close. Hands grazing. Flirting too obvious to ignore.
Like you were nothing. Like she hadnât been in your bed days before.
You told yourself not to care. You tried to pretend it was fine. That this was what you signed up for.
But the ache stayed.
It stayed when you passed the couch and remembered the sound of her voice. When you opened the fridge and saw the grape bag she left half-finished. When you caught yourself checking your phone like sheâd suddenly start caring again.
It stayed because you still wanted her.
Even if wanting her meant breaking your own heart over and over again.
Even if she never looked back.
â
You shouldnât be this restless.
Not at 1:32 a.m. Not after a long, exhausting day where your body shouldâve collapsed into sleep the second your head hit the pillow. But no. Your skin is buzzing like an open wire, heat pooling low in your belly, mind racing with thoughts you shouldnât entertainâthoughts youâve tried and failed to keep at bay. The apartment is quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlights bleeding through the windows. Your blanket is too warm. Your body, too aware.
And then your phone lights up.
dani (DO NOT FALL FOR HER FML): Hey
You donât reply. Not immediately.
Because she knows youâre awake. She always knows.
The air suddenly feels heavier. The silence, louder. You shift under the blanket, the cotton of your sleep shirt clinging slightly to the light sweat on your skin. The fabric rides up your thighs when you move, cool air kissing the bare skin between them. Your heart thuds once, twiceâthen settles into an anxious rhythm.
She hasnât been here in weeks. Her tour scheduleâs been brutalâdifferent time zones, back-to-back performances, nonstop fan engagements. Youâve seen the clips. Watched them in the dark like some kind of masochist. Replayed every fancam like it mattered, like it meant something to see her smiling somewhere that wasnât here.
Still, distance hasnât dulled anything.
If anything, itâs made it worse.
You think about her constantly. In the quiet moments. In the chaos. When your hand slips under the sheets late at night, chasing a high that never hits quite the same without her voice in your ear. Tonight was no different. Your thighs are still sticky with the evidence, your body still tingling from the release you gave yourself an hour ago. But it didnât help.
Because it wasnât her.
The cherry red Mustang outside your building was idling like it had nowhere else to be, windows tinted dark, engine humming with that lazy, arrogant purr you could recognize from three blocks away. No one else drove that obnoxiously flashy car like it wasnât practically screaming for attention.
Your screen buzzes again.
dani (DO NOT FALL FOR HER FML): Let me in.
Your eyes widen. A breath catches in your throat.
And thenâthere it is. The faint roar of an engine outside your building. You know that sound. The Mustang.
She didnât even wait for an answer.
You scramble up from the couch, smoothing your shirt, dragging fingers through your hair thatâs probably a mess. You barely make it to the door before she knocks, just once.
And when you open it, sheâs there.
Leaning against the frame like sheâs got all the time in the world, a red Mustang behind her still cooling down. Her camo puffer jacket is unzipped, revealing a fitted black croptop underneath. Red pants hug her hips, paired with that same camo âGâ cap sheâs been photographed in. Her dark curls are loose and glossy, framing her face like she just walked off a stage.
Sheâs impossibly good-looking. And she knows it.
She tilts her head slightly. âYou gonna let me in, orâŠâ
You arch a brow, heart thudding. âDidnât know you were coming.â
Danielaâs smirk is lazy. âDidnât know I needed an invite.â
You hesitate a second longer than necessary before stepping aside. The scent of her shampoo hits firstâclean and sharp. Then comes the weight of her presence, flooding your small apartment like it belongs to her.
She tosses her cap onto the entryway table, kicks off her sneakers, and shrugs out of the jacket like sheâs done it a dozen times before. Like this is normal. Like she didnât just crash back into your orbit unannounced.
âYou look flushed,â she says casually, eyes raking over your bare thighs. âRough night?â
Your jaw tightens. You say nothing.
Her gaze drifts toward your open window. âDidnât bother closing the curtains?â
âDidnât see your message .â
Daniela hums, low and amused. âThat so?â
She takes a step closer. Then another. Her body language is relaxed, but her eyes are anything but. They flicker across your face, down your neck, over the rise and fall of your chest under your thin shirt. You cross your arms.
âDid you drive all the way here just to make observations?â
âNo,â she says simply. Her fingers brush your hip like itâs accidental. Itâs not.
You know what this is. What it always is.
Except this time, she doesnât close the distance completely. Not yet. She leans in, just enough to make your breath catch.
âYou touched yourself tonight.â
Your lungs stutter around the air you try to take in. Her voice is lowâdangerous and steady.
You try to move. Maybe to deny it. Maybe to push her away. But your feet stay rooted, body betraying you like it always does when sheâs this close.
Her fingers trace the hem of your shirt. âWere you thinking about me when you came?â
Silence stretches between you, taut and charged.
You donât answer.
Yet.
But sheâll get it out of you.
She always does.
And God, part of you wants her to.
Daniela walks you backwards until your legs brush the edge of the couch. Her grip is firm, her presence even firmer. She doesnât push you downâno, she likes watching you obey without needing to be told twice. Her hands find your hips, fingers slipping just under the hem of your shorts like sheâs done it a hundred times before. Like your body is hers by default.
âSit,â she says, voice low, eyes unreadable.
You sink into the couch, heat blooming low in your stomach.
Daniela doesnât join you yet. She just stands there, hovering, letting silence stretch long and slow. The soft lamp light halos around herâshouldâve looked out of place in your dim apartment. But somehow, she fits. Too well.
âWhy didnât you text me back?â she asks, hands slipping into her pockets, jaw clenched just enough to show itâs not casual.
You look up at her, lips parting. âBecause I didnât want to seem desperate.â
Her laugh is quiet. Not mocking. Just knowing.
âYou came thinking about me, didnât you?â
You hesitate. Not because it isnât trueâbecause itâs too true.
Daniela steps forward. Drops to her knees between your legs, like the space there belongs to her. One hand settles on your bare thigh, thumb brushing up and down.
âTell me,â she murmurs, head tilting slightly. âWhat were you thinking about? When you touched yourself? What did you picture?â
Your mouth goes dry. Your pulse stutters.
âWas it my hands?â Her fingers graze your skin, trailing upward. âMy mouth?â
You suck in a breath. Sheâs not guessingâsheâs confirming.
âYou needed me that bad, huh?â she whispers, her lips so close to your thigh you feel her exhale before it lands.
Still, you say nothing.
âSay it,â she breathes. âSay you thought about me.â
You give in. âI thought about you.â
Her smile is slow. âGood girl.â
The praise makes your body jolt, a soft tremor running through your spine. Your head tips back as your thighs part, needy. She sees it, rewards it. Her hands slip under your shorts, thumbs dragging fabric down your legs like it offends her.
When Daniela sees youâreally sees youâshe swears under her breath. Her palms roam your thighs, your hips, slow and reverent. You shiver.
âThis was all for me?â
You nod. âYes.â
âLet me see.â
You lift your shirt, exposing your chest to her. Daniela leans in, mouth pressing hot kisses down your torso. Each one leaves a searing echo behind.
Her voice is low, almost a growl. âYouâre already soaked.â
You gasp. âI thought you were busy.â
âI was,â she says, voice dipping. âDidnât mean I didnât think about this. About you.â
Her lips trail lower. She kisses your inner thigh, again and again, teasing you open with nothing but her breath. You twitch beneath her.
âStay still.â
And then she licks you.
Her fingers slide into you without warningâdeep, slow, filling you until your head tips back against the couch. The stretch is perfect, the drag of her knuckles deliberate, curling just right until your mouth drops open on a sharp inhale.
âSay youâre mine,â she says, voice low and patient. Her thumb brushes against your clit in an unhurried circle that makes your thighs twitch. âSay youâre my toy.â
You shake your head, breathlessânot because you donât want to, but because the words feel like surrender, and youâre clinging to the last scraps of control.
Her fingers thrust again, harder this time, and her mouth ghosts over you. âYouâre my toy,â she repeats, slower, like sheâs branding it into you. âAll youâre good for is this.â
The sound you make is embarrassingâhigh, needy.
âSay it,â she murmurs, curling her fingers again.
âIâmââ you gasp, hips twitching, âIâm your toy.â
She hums in approval, but doesnât let up. âMy useless toy. Thatâs all you are, isnât it?â
Your eyes squeeze shut, the humiliation and heat tangling until you canât tell where one ends and the other begins.
âYesââ the word tears out of you, wrecked. âIâm your useless toy.â
Her smirk deepens against your skin. âThatâs right. Just something for me to use whenever I want.â
The way she says it makes you clench around her fingers, and she feels it. Her pace picks up just enough to make you gasp, but she keeps you right thereâbalanced on the knifeâs edge, unable to tip over.
Her fingers never falter, sliding in and out with that maddeningly perfect rhythmâdeep, curling just enough to make your hips twitch each time. Her mouth finds you again, tongue tracing tight circles that make your thighs tense.
âYou feel that?â she murmurs against you, her breath warm and heavy. âThatâs what a good little toy does. Just lies there and takes it.â
The words make your stomach flip, shame and desire twisting together until you canât tell where one ends and the other begins. You want to move, to chase the friction you need, but her grip is unyielding.
Your breathing gets faster, the telltale heat pooling low in your belly. She feels it immediatelyâthe way your walls clench around her fingers, the tiny gasp you canât swallow.
âMhm, there it is,â she says softly, almost like sheâs praising you. âMy useless little thingâs getting close.â
âPlease,â you gasp, not even sure what youâre asking for anymore.
âPlease what? Please make you come? Please use you until you canât think straight?â Her voice is velvet and venom at once, coaxing and cruel.
âYesâpleaseââ
Danielaâs mouth leaves you for just a second, long enough for her to look up, her lips glistening. âYou donât get to beg like that unless you remember what you are to me.â
âIâm your toy,â you whisper, desperate.
Her brow arches. âNot good enough.â
You swallow hard, shame bubbling in your chest, but the words come out anyway. âIâm your useless toy.â
The smirk she gives you is pure hunger. âThatâs right.â
Her tongue is back on you in an instant, this time harder, fasterâworking in perfect sync with the steady thrust of her fingers. The change in pace is brutal; it hits you like a wave, and suddenly youâre right back at the edge, teetering.
Your thighs clamp around her shoulders, but she forces them apart again, holding you wide open as she pushes you further. âDonât hold back now,â she says between licks. âCome for me.â
Itâs all you need. The coil inside you snaps, and the release rips through youâhot, blinding, unstoppable. You cry out her name, your body jerking under her hands, legs trembling so hard you think they might give out if she werenât holding you.
But she doesnât stop.
Her fingers keep moving, her mouth still on you, dragging every last aftershock out until youâre gasping, raw, twitching under the overstimulation.
âGood girl,â she murmurs, finally easing her pace but not pulling away entirely. âDid so well for me.â
Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, still feeling the faint, steady press of her mouth like sheâs not quite ready to let you go. Youâre breathlessâraw, tremblingâbut sheâs not finished. She wants more.
Because now itâs not just lust humming between you. Itâs something heavier, sharper.
Daniela doesnât comment. She doesnât have to. Her grip on your thigh tightens, her mouth lingers against you, and you feel the faintest smile against your skin.
She heard it.
And she knows exactly who itâs about.
Daniela barely gave you a second to breathe.
Your back hit the wall just outside the bedroom, her mouth on yours, hands roaming like she couldnât decide what to touch first. Her lips were soft but urgent, pulling sighs from your chest as she pressed against you. Every inch of her body screamed tension and wantâlike the weeks apart had frayed her nerves down to this very second.
You were tugging at her shirt before your mind caught up, desperate to feel skin, not fabric. She chuckled into your mouth, low and breathless, letting you pull it over her head. Her curls, tumbled out around her faceâmessy, untamed, perfect.
âEager?â she teased, voice husky.
You didnât dignify it with a reply. You shoved her lightly toward the bed, where she landed with a huff, propping herself up on her elbows. The moonlight from the window painted silver along her cheekbones, catching in her eyes as she looked up at you like she didnât want to blink.
âYou always look at me like that,â you whispered, crawling over her.
âLike what?â
âLike youâre trying not to fall in love with me.â
Her expression faltered. Just for a second. Just long enough to twist something in your chest.
She didnât reply.
You kissed her again, slower this time, tasting the silence she left behind. Your hands slid down from her waist to the band of her sweats, fingers hooking inside. She arched an eyebrow at you, but didnât stop you when you tuggedâslowly peeling them down over her hips. The soft fabric slid easily along her legs until you tossed them aside, leaving her in nothing but thin shorts underneath.
Her hands fell to your waist as you straddled her hips, gripping just hard enough to bruise. You rolled your hips forward, and the friction made your breath catch. You slid further down, until your bare core was pressing against the firm muscle of her thigh.
Warm. Solid. The perfect pressure.
Your breath hitched as you ground down again, her grip tightening on your waist like she wasnât sure if she wanted to hold you still or push you harder.
Her lips found your neck, warm and insistent. âTrying to take control now?â she murmured, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.
âIs that a problem?â you shot back, though your voice wasnât as steady as youâd hoped.
Daniela smirked, letting you set the paceâfor now. She let you grind against her thigh, the friction deliciously sharp, stealing your breath in ragged bursts. Every shift of your hips made the muscle beneath you flex, dragging another wave of heat through your body.
Her hands didnât stay idle. They roamedâsliding up your sides, fingertips skimming your ribs, palms slipping under your shirt until her warm skin pressed to yours. She touched you like she was learning you all over again, committing each curve and shiver to memory.
A gasp tore from you when she deliberately flexed her thigh under you, pressing up into your slick heat. âYouâre soaked,â she murmured against your ear, voice low and reverent.
You could only nod, burying your face in her shoulder, your moans muffled as you chased that high.
But Daniela wasnât about to let you take it so easily.
Her grip shiftedâquick, decisiveâand in one practiced motion she flipped you onto your back. The mattress dipped under your weight, and before you could catch your breath, her hands had pinned your wrists above your head. She slid her thigh between yours again, but this time she held you there, immovable, her weight pressing down in a way that made escape impossible.
âDid you really think,â she asked slowly, her voice a dangerous purr, âIâd let you come just like that?â
Your breath stuttered. âNoââ
âGood.â
She let go of your wrists, but her eyes didnât leave yours. Even as her hands drifted down, tracing the inside of your arms, she watched every shift in your expression like she was cataloging it. Her palms smoothed over your stomach, slow enough to make your skin prickle, before sliding down to your thighs. She kissed her way after themâsoft, deliberate presses of her mouth like she was worshipping you inch by inch, making you feel seen, claimed, treasured.
By the time her lips reached the tops of your thighs, your breathing was uneven. Then she dipped lower.
Her mouth found your center with an ease that made you gasp, the first slow, devastating lick pulling a helpless whimper from your throat. The sound made her grin against you, her breath warm and deliberate against your skin.
âYou taste even better than I remembered,â she murmured, the words dripping with hunger.
Your fingers twisted in the sheets, hips jerking forward as she buried her face between your legs. Her grip on your thighs was firm, almost possessive, keeping you spread open for her as her thumbs traced idle patterns along your skin. Her tongue moved in patient, calculated strokesâslow circles, teasing flicksâgiving you just enough to make your breath stutter, but never enough to let you fall. She wasnât rushing. She wanted to take her time, to pull you apart one shaky exhale at a time until all that was left was her.
When her fingers slid inside you, the stretch was perfectâcurling just right, just deep enough to hit that spot that made you cry out without shame.
âDo you do this for anyone else?â she asked suddenly, her tone almost casual, though she didnât pause her movements for a second.
You blinked, dazed. âWhat?â
âThis,â she clarified, her voice warm but edged with something sharper, more dangerous. Her lips brushed your inner thigh as she spoke. âTouch yourself thinking about someone. Ride their thigh like itâs the only thing keeping you sane.â
The image hit you hard, shame and desire tangling in your chest. Your answer came out on a gasp. âItâs always you.â
Her hands stilled for the briefest momentâjust long enough for the air between you to thicken, the tension to sharpen.
Then she moved again, harder this time, her fingers driving deeper, her mouth working in perfect sync. The sudden intensity made your back arch off the bed, your breath catching on a sound that was more cry than moan.
She didnât speak after that. She didnât have to. Her hands and mouth said everythingâpossessive, desperate, reverent. Like she had something to prove. Like she needed to make you remember who you belonged to.
Her fingers found that spot again, and this time, she didnât hold back. She drove into you, curling and stroking as her mouth latched to your clit. You came with a cry that sounded like her name, every muscle tensed, your body trembling as you came undone beneath her.
She gave you a moment to catch your breath, letting the aftershocks fade just enough for you to stop trembling. Then her hands slid to your hips, dragging your body lower on the bed until she was perfectly aligned with you again. Her fingertips traced along your jaw, light and deliberate, grounding you in the moment.
But she wasnât finished.
âSay it,â she murmured.
Your lashes fluttered. âSay what?â you asked, voice dazed, still trying to find air.
âThat you need me,â she said, her tone low and unwavering. âThat no one else gets you like I do.â
Your chest rose and fell, breath catching. âI need you.â
Daniela leaned in, her hand curling around your jawânot rough, but firm, making sure you couldnât look away. âSay Iâm the only one who makes you feel like this.â
Your throat tightened. âYou are. Youâre the only one.â
Her eyes darkened. âSay this is ours. That what we have⊠itâs not something you want with anyone else.â
Your voice cracked under the weight of it. âI only want you.â
Her lips crashed into yours, urgent and unyielding, like she couldnât stand another second without the taste of you. Her hand slid back between your legs, fingers stroking you in soft, coaxing passesâgentle enough to make your body shiver, steady enough to build that heat all over again.
It didnât take long. You came again, slower this time, your whole body curling into hers as she held you through it, keeping you close, murmuring things you were too gone to catch.
When your breathing evened out and you finally opened your eyes, she was looking at you differently. It wasnât just lust in her gaze anymore. It wasnât even pride.
It was fear. Wonder. And loveâlove she wasnât ready to say out loud.
â
Daniela didnât say a word when she helped you up from the bed. Her touch, still tender, was a stark contrast to the way sheâd had you moments agoâshaking, wrecked, clinging to the sound of her voice like it could save you. Your body was sore, humming with aftershocks, and your legs trembled as you padded barefoot to the bathroom. You flipped on the faucet to fill a glass, but the trembling in your hands was too much.
She was behind you in seconds, her arms sliding around your waist, the heat of her body pressing into your back. Her chin rested in the curve of your shoulder, and her voice came soft but steady. âLet me,â she murmured, taking the glass from your hands. She guided it to your lips, watching until you swallowed.
A single kiss brushed your bare shoulder. âYou should get some rest,â she whispered, but there was something in her toneâsomething already pulling away.
You turned in her arms, just enough to see her face. âAre you staying?â
Her gaze darted away. âI canât. My manager called earlier. They moved the flight. I need to be at the airport by six.â
You didnât check the clock. You didnât need to. It didnât matter if she was telling the truthâthe answer still sank like a stone in your chest.
âOh,â you said, and it came out smaller than you wanted.
Daniela stepped back, her hands falling from you. âI didnât think itâd get this late. I really shouldnât have stayed this long.â
You let out a laugh, dry and sharp. âYou barely stayed at all.â
She flinched. âDonât do that.â
You crossed your arms over your bare chest, the sudden chill in the room making your skin prickle. âDo what? Call it what it is?â
âY/N,â she said quietly, âI didnât mean for this to turn into a fight.â
You looked at herâreally looked. Her hoodie hung half-zipped, her curls slightly tangled from where your hands had been buried in them. Her lips were still swollen, her jaw faintly marked by the kisses youâd left. She looked wreckedâlike sheâd been ruined by youâand still, she was walking away.
âYou came here like you needed me,â you said, your voice rough. âLike it was more than just getting off. You looked at me like you meant it.â
Daniela shook her head. âItâs not that simple.â
âNo,â you shot back, sharper now, âitâs exactly that simple. You donât want to deal with the mess of what this is, so you pretend it doesnât mean anything.â
She was already reaching for her bag.
You followed her to the door, arms crossed tight over your chest, your jaw locked until it hurt. âIs this the part where you say, âIâll call you,â and then disappear for another month?â
Daniela didnât answer. She didnât have toâher silence was answer enough.
You leaned against the doorframe, watching her slip her shoes on, watching the slow, painful transformation of her turning into a stranger again.
âI think about you more than I should,â you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. âAnd youâre still leaving.â
She froze, one hand on the door.
âI didnât ask you to feel the same,â you continued. âBut donât lie and act like you didnât. Like tonight wasnât different.â
Her fingers curled tighter around the doorknob. âGoodnight, Y/N.â
That was all she said.
The door clicked shut behind her.
You didnât cryânot right away.
You stood there in the silence she left behind, the sheets still warm with her imprint, the faint smell of her perfume clinging to the hallway air like a ghost that refused to leave.
You touched the counter, the faucet, the back of the couch where sheâd kissed you. Every surface still seemed to hold her in it.
And still, she was gone.
You crawled into bed alone. You didnât bother changing the sheets. You didnât even bother closing the curtains.
The city glowed outside your windowâblinding, too bright for how hollow you felt.
She hadnât even looked back.
The days stretched long and thin, sharp at the edges. They didnât blend into one another; they draggedâjagged, rawâthrough your chest. It wasnât a heartbreak you could name yet, not when no one had ever said the word love out loud. But it hollowed you out anyway.
Daniela didnât text. Not the next morning. Not the next day. Not even a half-hearted apology or a random picture at 3 AM like she used to. Her name stayed pinned to the top of your messages, read receipts off, the conversation untouched since the night she walked out.
She didnât look back.
And you didnât chase her.
But you wanted to.
You replayed the night like a curseâthe sound of her voice in your hallway, low and distant. The way her fingers curled tighter around your waist when you were still trying to believe she might stay. The taste of her on your lips. The silence after the door shut.
You told yourself to get over it. That she was never yours to begin with. Friends with benefitsâthat was the rule, the deal. But every time you tried to swallow it down, it caught in your throat like glass.
You started sleeping on the other side of the bed.
Not because you thought sheâd show up.
Just because it still smelled like her.
You buried yourself in anything that wasnât herâcleaned the apartment twice in one day, caught up on work, deleted half your playlist. Tried to convince yourself that if you kept moving, the ache would slow.
It didnât.
On the seventh day, you opened Instagram and saw her tagged in a fan postâsmiling, laughing, caught mid-spin, like she hadnât ripped you open and left you hollow. You stared too long, thumb hovering over her name, like touching it might make her appear. Like the ghost of her would slip back through your screen and finally explain everything she didnât say.
But ghosts donât apologize.
So you muted her stories. Not because you didnât want to see her. But because you did.
You didnât tell anyone. You didnât know how. There was no label for the grief you were feeling. No box to tuck it into. How do you tell someone youâre heartbroken over a girl who never promised you anything, who never even called it love?
You werenât sure what hurt more: that she left, or that she never gave you the right to be mad about it.
So you bottled it. Shoved it down. Pretended to be fine.
Until Friday night.
The bar was too loudâsome rooftop place your coworker had dragged you to. Music pulsed through your ribs, laughter buzzed in your ears, and nothing felt grounded. You had a drink in hand and a smile on your face, the kind youâd perfected latelyâthe one that didnât even bother trying to reach your eyes.
You felt her before you saw her.
A shift in the air. That prickle down the back of your neck. And then you turnedâ
And Daniela was there.
Not across the rooftop. Not hidden in a corner. Right there. Ten feet away, half-shadowed by neon and cigarette smoke. Same curls, same sharp eyes, same leather jacket youâd nearly torn off her two weeks ago. She looked goodâobscenely good.
And she was looking at you like sheâd seen a ghost she wasnât sure she had the right to touch.
You didnât blink. Didnât move. Didnât breathe.
She took a step forward.
You turned on your heel and walked away.
Youâd made it halfway to the exit when her voice threaded through the noise.
âY/N.â
You stopped, your jaw locking so hard it hurt. Your hand curled tighter around your empty glass.
She caught up slowly, eyes searching yours like they were trying to find an old map. âI didnât think youâd be here.â
âClearly,â you said, and it landed sharp enough to make her wince.
Her lips pressed together. âI⊠can we talk? Somewhere quieter?â
You let the silence stretch, watching her squirm in it.
âYou donât get to do this,â you said finally, voice calm but cold. âYou donât get to walk out like you did and then act shocked that Iâve moved on.â
Her eyebrows pulled in, her mouth parting. âYou moved on?â
You stared at her for a beat. âDoes it matter?â
âYes,â she said, too quickly. âIt matters.â
You laughed under your breath, no humor in it. âNo, Daniela. What matters is you leaving. You walking out without looking back. What matters is you making me believe I was nothing more thanââ you shook your head. âForget it.â
âI didnât make you believe that,â she shot back, defensive, desperate.
âYou didnât have to make me believe it,â you snapped. âYou proved it.â
Her hands twitched like she wanted to reach for you but didnât trust herself. âI messed up, okay? I wasââ She broke off, glancing away before forcing herself to look at you again. âI was scared. I told myself it would be easier to leave than to stay and risk⊠whatever this was.â
âEasier for who?â you asked. âBecause it sure as hell wasnât for me.â
Her throat bobbed. âI know. And I hate myself for it.â
You folded your arms. âSo what now? You want to pick up where we left off? Sneak around again? Pretend itâs casual until it breaks me all over again?â
Her gaze didnât waver this time. âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo,â she repeated, softer now. âI donât want to pretend anymore. I donât want to act like youâre just⊠someone I can walk away from.â
Your laugh was quiet, bitter. âYouâre saying all the right words, Dani, but you already taught me how easy it is for you to walk away.â
âI didnât walk away because I didnât care,â she said quickly. âI walked away because I cared too much, and it scared the hell out of me.â
You swallowed hard, hating the way your chest tightened at her words. âYou couldâve told me that.â
âIâm telling you now.â
âThatâs convenient.â
âI donât expect you to forgive me tonight,â she said, stepping a fraction closer, enough for the smell of her perfume to cut through the rooftopâs stale beer and smoke. âBut I need you to know that I didnât stop thinking about you. Not once. Every night, Iâd close my eyes andââ she stopped herself, jaw tightening. âYou never left my head.â
You stared at her, your pulse in your throat. âAnd what am I supposed to do with that? Say thank you? Say it makes everything okay?â
Her voice was almost a whisper. âIâm asking you to believe me. Just this once.â
The hurt was still there, raw and waiting. But so was she. And you werenât sure yet which one would win.
Daniela didnât try to follow you after you walked away from the rooftop. She stood there, half-hidden in the neon haze, looking like she wanted to â looking like she was holding herself back on purpose.
It shouldâve felt like a victory. It didnât.
You didnât see her for another month. Not in person, anyway. But she was everywhere else.
Clips on TikTok. Interviews. Tour vlogs. She smiled the same way she always had â on cue, just wide enough for the cameras â but even through a phone screen, you could see it. That small delay before the laugh. The way her eyes didnât track with her mouth. The distracted glances toward the floor when someone else was speaking.
âidk she just seems off lately?â
âshe looks tired fr.â
âthis is the least happy iâve seen her in a vlog in YEARS.â
You didnât like knowing it, but you didnât like seeing it either.
Meanwhile, you changed.
You didnât realize how much until people started pointing it out â your coworkers, your friends, even your own reflection. The circles under your eyes were gone. You were showing up early to work, saying yes to plans again. You laughed without having to think about it first.
And maybe it wasnât because you were over her, but because youâd stopped waiting for her.
It wasnât until a Tuesday evening, stepping out of work, that you saw her again.
The red Mustang was impossible to miss â parked at the curb in front of the building, engine idling low, paint catching the last bits of daylight. Your chest went tight the second you recognized it. Same car youâd watched pull into your apartment lot more times than you could count. Same one youâd once thought of as hers in the same way you thought of her hands, her mouth, her voice â yours, until they werenât.
She was leaning against the driverâs side door, hair falling into her face, hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket. She looked up as soon as you stepped outside, straightening, like sheâd been waiting for this exact moment.
âY/N,â she said, her voice carrying easily over the hum of the street.
You slowed your pace but didnât stop until you were a few feet away. âDani.â
Her eyes swept over you â the way your hair fell differently now, the new clothes, the faint lip gloss that caught in the fading light. She smiled, but it didnât reach.
âYou look⊠good,â she said, like it cost her to admit it.
âYou donât,â you replied without heat, just honesty.
She flinched, like youâd pressed a bruise. âI know. The fans know too. They⊠they keep asking whatâs wrong.â
âThatâs not really my problem anymore, is it?â
She looked like she wanted to argue, but instead her voice cracked. âItâs not the same without you.â
You didnât answer right away. âYeah. Thatâs what happens when you walk away from people, Dani. They keep going without you.â
Her jaw tightened, but her eyes were glassy. âAnd youâre happier now.â
You didnât correct her. Because you were.
You shifted your bag higher on your shoulder and angled toward your car parked a few spaces down. She moved quickly, stepping away from her Mustang to plant herself between you and the driverâs side door.
âPlease,â she said, her voice low but urgent, âjust talk to me. Five minutes.â
âAbout what?â you asked. âSo you can explain why you disappeared? Or maybe so you can tell me youâve been miserable and Iâm supposed to⊠what? Feel bad?â
âI didnât come here to make you feel bad,â she said, shaking her head. âI came because I couldnât keep pretending Iâm fine. Iâm not. And itâs not because of work, or the schedule, or the travelâitâs because of you.â
Your laugh was short and disbelieving. âYou donât get to put that on me.â
âI know,â she said quickly. âI know I donât. But I canât stand watching you look better without me while Iââ Her voice caught, breaking just enough to draw the attention of someone walking past the lot.
You kept your gaze steady. âThatâs not my fault, Dani. You made your choice. Now you live with it.â
Her fingers flexed at her sides, like she was resisting the urge to reach for you. âIâm already living with it,â she said quietly. âEvery day.â
You unlocked your car and pulled the door open, stepping around her. She didnât try to stop you this time.
Not physically, anyway.
You could still feel her eyes on you through the windshield as you started the engine and pulled away.
⧠genre/au: g!p megan skiendiel x dom!reader [she/her]. friends w benefits to lovers. smut. loser sub!megan. praise & degradation. denial. edging?? overstim. size kink. breeding kink. [MDNI 18+]
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summary: it was supposed to be casual. it isnât. not with the way she touches you like she means it, falls apart like she needs it, and looks at you like sheâs already yours.
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Megan only ever came over on her days off. That was the ruleâunspoken, but heavier than anything either of them had said aloud.
The first time they met was at a party Adela had dragged Y/N to. Loud music, strobe lights, and too many unfamiliar faces. Megan had been leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on a lime soda like she didnât want to be there either. Adela introduced them. They clicked immediately. Neither of them thought it would go anywhere.
Megan had crashed at Y/Nâs place that night. It felt like a one-night thingâfoggy, impulsive, born out of convenience and too many drinks on Y/Nâs end. But a few days later, Megan sent a meme. Then another. Then a âbtw I left my hoodie at yoursâ followed by, âyou free this weekend?â
Soon enough, Megan was showing up whenever Katseye had a breakâoff-days disguised as âfamily visitsâ or âmental health rest.â Sheâd arrive at Y/Nâs door with a duffel bag, moving like she already had a spare key.
It was casual. That was the agreement.
No labels. No expectations. Just familiarity. Comfort. Her thigh pressed between Y/Nâs on the couch. Her toothbrush in the bathroom. Her clothes slowly started blending in with Y/Nâsâoversized sweatshirts slung over dining chairs, worn flannel pants in the laundry basket, that old Katseye rehearsal tee folded neatly in the drawer like it had always been there. It worked because it was easy. Because it felt good. Because neither of them wanted to admit how much they thought about the other in the silence that came after.
Megan never stayed more than a few days. Sheâd slip back into the Katseye spotlight without blinking, and Y/N would pretend they hadnât memorized every lyric from a demo Megan played half-asleep one night.
They never talked about it.
Not when Meganâs hands were on her hips. Not when she whispered Y/Nâs name like she was begging. Not when she kissed her forehead before leaving at dawn and murmured, âText me when you wake up.â
It was casual.
Except it wasnât.
â
Her name lit up your phone screen exactly at 1:47 a.m.
megs: u up?
You didnât answer right away. She knew you were awake.
Not just from the time, not just from the way you always were when she needed you. But because Megan had been here beforeâtoo many times now for either of you to pretend this was new. The knock on your apartment door came seventeen minutes later. No apology for the time, no excuse about dorm curfews or strict rehearsals. Just her, in that same black hoodie, eyes tired from choreography, voice lower than usual.
âHey.â
She didnât smile.
She didnât need to. Her eyes scanned you like a checklist. The tank top, the shorts, the bare legs. You leaned against the doorframe, one brow raised.
âCasual,â you said.
Megan nodded once. âYou said you didnât mind.â
You let her in, stepping aside as her fingers brushed the side of your armâdeliberate, but fleeting. Enough to make your skin burn. She moved like muscle memory, like she belonged here. Like she hadnât been denying that for weeks.
It always started this way. Brief touches. Half-formed conversations. Her fingers ghosting against your kitchen counter as she lingered too long in your space. You poured a glass of water and handed it to her. She didnât drink it.
âYou should sleep,â you said.
She gave a little shrug. âCouldnât.â
Your eyes dropped to her hands. She hadnât even changed out of her rehearsal hoodie, sleeves pushed up messily, faint traces of stage glitter still clinging to her wrist. She looked like sheâd come straight from the studioâhair still damp at the edges from sweat, mascara slightly smudged, and fingers twitching with leftover adrenaline. Whatever rush sheâd been in, it had led her straight to your door, like she hadnât stopped moving until she was in your orbit again. Still trembling a little.
âYou need to stop pretending this is normal.â
Megan flinched, almost imperceptibly. âItâs not a big deal.â
âThat you come here like this? Late. Needing something. Not saying it out loud?â
Her throat worked around the words she didnât say. You took the glass from her and set it down.
âTell me what you want, Megan.â
She hesitated.
You took a step closer.
Another.
Until her back met the hallway wall, and her breath caught in her throat. You didnât touch her yet. You waited. The silence thickened, coiled between you like tension on a string.
Megan blinked up at you. Her voice was soft.
âYou.â
You didnât let her look away when you tilted her chin up. âThen ask me nicely.â
She let out the quietest whimper.
âPlease.â
It hit you in the chest, that sound. Fragile. Unrehearsed. A whisper from someone whoâd been holding her breath for weeks, for longer than sheâd admit.
âGood girl,â you said, voice like velvet and ice. And that was all it took.
She kissed you first. Or maybe you pulled her in before she could breathe. Her hands gripped your waist like she needed grounding. You led her to the bedroom, backing her into the mattress with slow, certain steps. She sat on the edge, legs spread slightly, like she forgot how to close them around you.
You stepped between them, the air around you charged with something heavier than just lust.
âClothes off.â
She blinked, hands trembling again, but obeyed. Hoodie, gone. Shirt, bra. Every inch of her revealed like a secret you already knew but never got tired of seeing. You didnât rush her, but you didnât coddle either. When she paused, unsure, you tilted her chin again.
âYou want to act like this is casual, fine. But you donât get to lie to me while youâre in my bed. Understood?â
Her breath stuttered. âYes.â
âYes what?â
Megan swallowed. âYes, maâam.â
You smiled, slow and deliberate. She really was trying so hard not to fall apart.
Your mouth found the spot behind her ear first, the place that always made her gasp. And when it did, when her legs shifted just slightly against yours, you grinned.
âYouâre already hard, Meg.â
A breathy groan left her lips.
âYou always do this,â she mumbled. âYou know exactly what youâre doing.â
âAnd you let me. Every time.â
Her head fell back when you kissed down her neck, then down her chest, only to stop right before she needed you most. Her fingers twitched against the sheets, seeking something to hold onto.
âYou think this is casual?â
She didnât answer. Not because she didnât know, but because her throat couldnât form the lie.
âSay it.â
Her voice broke. âNo...â
âGood.â
Her breathing was shallow, chest rising fast as you hovered over herânot touching yet, but close. So close that the space between you buzzed with heat, electric and impatient. Her pupils were blown wide, lips parted in anticipation, skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat as she waited, trusting, exposed.
She was stripped bare in more ways than one. Her body was tense, every muscle taut with anticipation. It wasnât fearânot even close. It was the tension of desire coiled tight under her skin, a need so sharp it ached. She needed you like a fire needs air. And you hadnât even touched her properly.
Yet.
âLie back,â you murmured, voice low but firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
Megan obeyed without a word, legs sliding up onto the bed, arms reaching above her head with practiced ease. Like she knew what was coming. Like she welcomed it. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had. Youâd trained her wellâevery sigh, every whimper, every inch of her mapped beneath your fingertips, your mouth, your voice. She knew how to beg without words.
You stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, letting your gaze drag slowly over her like a caress she couldnât feel but definitely noticed. Her thick cock lay flushed against her stomach, already hard, leaking, twitching slightly with every breath she took.
âLook at you,â you said, voice soft but cutting. âActing like this is just a late-night thing. Just sex. But your whole bodyâs shaking for me.â
She turned her face into the pillow, cheeks flushed and red. Her thighs trembled, betraying the lie she hadnât even tried to speak. Her hips lifted just a littleâsubtle, needy.
You knelt between her legs, hands sliding up her inner thighs with a deliberate slowness that bordered on cruel. Soft skin under your palms, the heat of her body rising fast. She was so warm, so responsive, it made something deep inside you ache.
âUse your words. Tell me what you want.â
Megan whimpered, lip caught between her teeth. âYou.â
You raised a brow. âThatâs not good enough.â
Her voice cracked. âI want you to use me. Please. Make me yours.â
That. That was what you wanted to hear.
God, she was so easy to ruin. And she wanted itâwanted you to do it. Every inch of her was begging for it, even the parts of her she didnât know how to say out loud.
You gripped her hips and pulled her down until she was flush with the edge of the bed, legs hanging slightly, completely at your mercy. You didnât hesitate, not even for a second. Your mouth found her thigh firstâslow, teasing kisses that climbed upward, each one dragging a shaky breath from her chest.
When you finally licked a stripe up her cock, her whole body jolted.
âSensitive,â you murmured against her, letting your tongue drag slowly along the underside. âYou came all the way here like this? Hard and aching for me?â
She nodded, hand flying up to cover her face. âCouldnât stop thinking about you. About this.â
You smirked. âPathetic.â
But your mouth didnât agree. It was reverent. Devoted. Every stroke was intentional, slow, and meant to keep her right on the edge. You werenât in a rushâyou wanted her to feel it, to sit in the ache of needing more. You flicked your tongue just right, watching her crumble inch by inch.
She trembled beneath you, overwhelmed not just by the pace, but by how much of herself she gave without question. Her moans were soft, broken things, her hands fists in the sheets. You held her like she was already yoursâbecause she was.
Her hips twitched upward, chasing friction.
You pressed one hand to her lower stomach, grounding her. âDonât move unless I tell you to.â
She whimpered, nodding quickly. âIâIâm getting close.â
You didnât stop.
But you didnât let her fall either. Not yet.
You slowed. Just a little. Just enough to keep her on the precipice without letting her tip over. She let out a broken sound, fingers clawing at the sheets.
âNoâpleaseââ
You grinned, breath hot against her. âYou think Iâm going to let you come that easy?â
She shook her head. âNo. No, I justâI canât think.â
âGood girl.â
You kissed her thigh again, this time slower, more deliberate. Her whole body shook. She looked like she was unraveling, inch by inch, falling apart under the weight of needing you.
âPlease,â she whispered again, voice wrecked.
You let her fall this time.
It was a slow descentâone you crafted with precision. Her body arched, thighs shaking as you brought her to the edge and finally let her tip over. Her climax was raw, pulled from the deepest part of her, every gasp earned. She clung to your name like it was the only thing anchoring her.
You didnât stop.
You gave her seconds to breathe before you gripped her cock at the base and began stroking her slowly, deliberately, making sure she stayed right on the edge of breaking again. Her cock twitched in your grip, still hard, still leaking. You made sure she knew what it meantâthat she didnât get to recover yet.
âWaitâplease, Iââ
You didnât let her finish. You looked up, eyes dark. âThought you said you wanted me to use you.â
Meganâs back arched, breath catching in her throat. âI do. I do, justâplease.â
The second orgasm took longer. You dragged it out like you were carving each wave into her with your hands, your mouth, your voiceâstroking her until she couldnât stop trembling. You praised her through every second of it.
âLook at you. Still hard. That pretty cock of yours doesnât know when to quit, huh?â
Her moans fractured into whimpers. She didnât beg you to stop again. Her body was trembling, held together only by your hands.
Her voice was raw when she whispered, âI canâtââ
You pulled back just enough to speak, voice low and hoarse. âYou still think this is casual?â
She shook her head, eyes glazed, lips parted. âNo. Itâs not. Itâs you. Itâs always been you.â
You gripped her thighs tighter, dragging her down the mattress like she weighed nothing. Her arms reached for you, not caring how wrecked she looked.
âGood girl,â you whispered, finally sliding inside.
Her whole body shuddered.
And for the first time tonight, she looked at you like she was about to say something real. But all that came out was your name, soft and shaken, like a vow she didnât know sheâd made.
âMine,â you said.
She nodded. âYours. Always.â
And maybe that was the point.
Her body was already trembling, flushed and pliant, but still aching for more. You hadnât even begun to give her everything â not yet. And she knew it. You could see it in the way her hands gripped the sheets like a lifeline, in the way her cock twitched against her stomach, desperate and leaking precum with each shallow breath.
âYou still with me?â you asked, voice low and calm, laced with heat â firm, but soft around the edges.
Megan nodded quickly, too quickly. Her breath hitched again, and her lashes fluttered like she was fighting not to fall apart. âYeah. Justâplease⊠Please donât stop.â
You climbed over her slowly, deliberately, giving her time to process every movement. She watched you like you were the only thing that existed. Her pupils were blown wide as you straddled her hips, settling your weight on her lap with purpose. The soft pressure of your thighs against her made her whimper, and her hands instinctively moved to your waist, holding on like she needed to feel you to believe this was real.
You could feel the warmth of her cock, flushed and heavy, pressed perfectly against your folds â thick, needy, trembling. The heat of her pulsed through your skin.
âHands behind your head,â you ordered.
Megan obeyed instantly, arms folding above her crown like it was second nature. But her eyes never left yours. They tracked you hungrily â desperate, reverent, like she was memorizing everything. Like you were going to disappear.
You wrapped your fingers around her cock and guided it to your entrance. The head was slick and hot, and when you lowered yourself onto her â slowly, inch by inch â you both gasped. The stretch burned in the most delicious way, forcing a shiver down your spine. Your walls clenched around her as your body tried to adjust.
Meganâs head fell back into the pillow. Her jaw slackened, a groan tearing from her chest.
You paused halfway, breath catching. She was big â not impossibly so, but enough to make you wince a little, your thighs twitching as your body worked to accommodate her. There was a raw ache that made your stomach twist with pleasure.
Her eyes cracked open, voice cracking. âDoes itâdoes it feel good?â
You looked down at her, chest rising and falling. That voice â small, almost scared â like she was terrified you wouldnât like it.
You sank lower, rolling your hips forward, forcing a breathless moan from both of you.
âYouâre fucking huge, Meg,â you whispered, voice tight and ragged. âFeel that? Thatâs how deep you are.â
She whimpered, hands twitching above her head. Her hips jerked slightly under you, an involuntary reaction.
âPlease,â she breathed, eyes wet. âTell me itâs good. IâI need to hear it. Need to know Iâm⊠doing good.â
Your hands slid up her chest as you started to move, grinding your hips slowly, dragging her cock through your walls with delicious pressure. It was deep and slow â a rhythm that forced her to feel every inch of you, every squeeze, every pull.
âYouâre perfect,â you said, voice low but certain. âSo fucking perfect inside me.â
That broke something in her. Her arms dropped from behind her head, and her hands gripped your hips â too tight, too rough. Her nails dug into your skin hard enough to leave scratches, but you didnât stop her. The sting only heightened the moment.
You hissed. âFuckâeasy.â
But the pace didnât falter. If anything, you rode her harder.
Your thighs tightened around her, grinding faster now, your hands planted on her chest for leverage. Megan moaned helplessly, her head turning to the side like she couldnât take the intensity.
âSay it again,â she begged. âPlease. Just once more.â
You leaned in, lips grazing the shell of her ear. Your voice dropped.
âYou feel so good, baby. You fill me up just right. Stretching me open like you were made for it.â
She let out a broken sob, thrusting up into you without even meaning to. Her cock throbbed deep inside you, and you could feel her whole body tensing â struggling to hold back.
You rolled your hips again, slower this time, deliberate. The friction, the heat, the pressure â it made your breath stutter. Meganâs moans were a mess now, scattered and breathless, like she was being unravelled with every movement.
Her hands on your hips began to tremble, and she gripped tighter like she was afraid of slipping away.
You didnât. You rode her with full control â hips grinding in a steady, punishing rhythm that forced every inch of her cock to hit the deepest parts of you.
Her thighs were shaking beneath you, her body straining to keep up. But this was yours to take â and she was yours to break.
âLook at me, Megan,â you said, voice thick.
She did. Wide-eyed, teary, utterly undone.
âYouâre doing so good,â you said softly. âTaking me so well.â
She whimpered, legs trembling. Her hips bucked up weakly, overwhelmed, her cock twitching helplessly inside you.
You leaned forward again, lips brushing her flushed cheek, and whispered the words she needed to hear:
âCome when I tell you. Not a second before.â
Her whole body trembled at that, surrendering completely beneath you.
Meganâs cock pulsed inside you, thick and twitching, while you stayed seated on her, the stretch so full it made your stomach flutter with every deep grind. The sensation was intoxicatingâdeliciously overwhelming. Your walls fluttered around her, every small clench drawing out a whimper from Megan, whose cheeks were flushed red and eyes glassy with desperation.
You rode her slow, deliberate, savoring the way her body trembled beneath yours with every lazy roll of your hips. The friction hit your clit just rightâher pelvis slick with sweat and your arousal as you circled your hips in a slow, grinding rhythm that made Megan shudder under you.
She was perfect like thisâneedy, obedient, falling apart at the seams just because you were touching her, using her. Her whimpers were a symphony, each sound coaxed from her lips like a prayer she didnât know how to stop whispering.
âYou okay?â you asked, voice thick, breathless as you leaned over her, your palm flattening on her chest. Her heartbeat was rapid beneath your touch.
Megan nodded, but it was weak, her words tangled in a moan. Her fingers clutched at your hipsâtight, possessiveânails digging crescent moons into your skin. You welcomed the sting, loved it. It grounded you, made you feel how much she needed this. Needed you.
âYouâre doing so fucking good, baby,â you murmured, voice low against her jaw. You kissed her thereâslow, then sharp with teeth. She whimpered. âYou gonna let me cum on this big cock of yours?â
Her hips twitched up against you, helpless. You pushed her back down.
âNo,â you said, voice sharp. âYou donât get to fuck me. Iâm riding you. Understand?â
She choked on a breath, eyes fluttering. âYeah.. yeah,â she gasped. âYes, maâam. IâI know. Iâm yours.â
You grinned, pleased, and rewarded her with a harder grind, making her cry out. She was losing it beneath you, thighs trembling, breath shaky. She looked up at you like you were untouchableâdivineâand sheâd do anything to please you.
Each grind now was deliberate torture. You circled your hips faster, harder, clit dragging against the slick heat of her base. The pressure built unbearably fast.
âYou close?â she asked, voice barely there, reverent.
You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. âYeah, baby. Youâre gonna feel me. Gonna come all over this big cock.â
That did something to herâher grip on your waist turned frantic, rougher. You gasped as her nails raked your skin, hips locking to stay still just like you told her, letting you chase what you needed. You could feel her twitching inside you, her cock stretching you deliciously full. The way you clenched around her only made her shake harder.
âFuck, Y/N,â she whimpered, nearly crying. âPlease. Please let me feel it. Please come on meâ
You dropped your head back, pace turning desperate. âRight there,â you panted. âDonât move, donât fucking moveââ
Your orgasm hit like a shockwave hot, powerful, rolling through your whole body. You cried out, nails dragging down Meganâs chest as you shook from the force of it, clenching down around her cock like a vice. The slick wetness between you intensified, dripping down both your thighs.
Megan cried out in response, her cock twitching helplessly inside you, her own orgasm threatening to break through just from the feel of you losing control on top of her.
âGod,â she breathed, dazed. âYouâre unreal. Youâre so fucking good when you comeâI feel everythingââ
You collapsed forward, keeping her inside, your forehead resting against hers. You were both slick with sweat, shivering from the aftershocks.
âDonât come,â you whispered. âNot yet. Iâm not done with you.â
Meganâs breath hitched, and she whimpered like youâd just broken her wide open again. Her hips jerked up involuntarily, but you pinned her down, your nails digging into her sides.
You kissed her, slow but hungry, tongue sweeping into her mouth like a claim. She kissed you back with every ounce of desperation she had left.
Megan looked wrecked.
Her chest was rising in sharp, uneven gasps, lips parted with each desperate breath, and her glassy, ruined eyes searched yours as though her sanity depended on it. She looked like she was hanging on by the thinnest thread, trembling under your touch, her body laid bare in more ways than one. The evidence of your orgasm coated both of youâsticky, slick, and intoxicatingly warmâbut your need hadnât abated. Not even close.
Your body still pulsed with hunger. With the kind of ache that demanded more, that clung to dominance and pushed boundaries until they blurred entirely. And Megan, sweet, eager, submissive Megan, hadnât even come yet. That was by design.
She whimpered when you rolled your hips again, deliberately slow, deliberately cruel, her cock still buried deep inside youâtwitching, oversensitive, deliciously swollen. Each slick drag made her jolt. You knew the stimulation had crossed into pain, the way her back arched off the bed, her fingers digging into the mattress because she didnât trust herself not to grab at you again.
You were smug as hell. âLook at you,â you murmured, tilting your head as your fingers threaded through the damp strands of her hair. âShaking like a leaf.â
âIâI canât,â she stuttered, voice cracking as her hips bucked once, then stilled. âItâsâtoo much.â
But your hips didnât stop.
The grind was mean, slow and deep, the kind that made your clit throb where it pressed against her pelvis. The sensation made your breath catch, made your lashes flutter, but you didnât show weakness. Not when she was this undone beneath you.
Her whine was pitiful.
âYou donât get to tap out yet, baby,â you whispered, brushing your lips over her jaw. âNot when I havenât wrung everything out of you.â
Meganâs hands twitched at your hips. Her restraint was impressive, nails trembling just above your skin but never touching.
âIf you come without my permission,â you warned sweetly, âIâll edge you until dawn.â
A whimper. âPlease donât. Please, I wanna be good. Iâll be good for you, I swear.â
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. She flinched, oversensitive everywhere. Then lower, dragging your mouth down to her flushed chest where you sank your teeth into her skinâhard enough to bruise. Megan gasped, eyes fluttering, cock twitching inside you.
And then you moved.
Gone was the slow rhythm. You fucked yourself on her cock, riding her with reckless abandon, chasing the delicious friction against your swollen clit. Each bounce of your hips sent a wave of tight heat spiraling through your core.
The slap of skin against skin filled the room, but it was Meganâs breathy moans that made you feral. She was incoherent, her mouth forming broken syllables and pleas as you fucked her like you needed to prove a point.
And maybe you did.
âYou feel that?â you panted, leaning down, sweat dripping between your breasts. âFeel how deep you are inside me?â
âYes,â Megan gasped, âI feel everythingâfuckâY/N, youâre soâtight, youâre so fucking hot around me, Iââ
Your fingers wrapped around her throat, not to choke, just to hold her in place. âDonât you dare come,â you growled. âNot until I say so.â
She nodded frantically. âI wonât, I wonât, please just keep goingââ
You rewarded her with a long, grinding thrust that made your head spin. You were so full. Stretched beyond comfort but addicted to the burn. Meganâs cock was perfectâthick, long enough to press against the deepest part of you, and curved just enough to brush that spot with every grind.
And she knew it.
âSay it,â you commanded, your voice cracking under the weight of your own pleasure. âSay youâre mine.â
âIâm yours,â she cried, body jerking when you clenched around her. âIâm fucking yours. No one else, just youââ
You grinned. âGood girl.â
Meganâs eyes rolled back.
Your rhythm grew messy, chasing another high as your slick dripped down her thighs, the mess only fueling your pace. You were close. So close. And you needed her to know just how wrecked she made you.
âGod, Megan,â you groaned, leaning down to bite her earlobe. âYou fill me up so good. This cockâthis fucking cockâitâs perfect. No one else ever made me feel this way.â
She sobbed, clutching at the sheets with white knuckles.
âPlease come,â she begged, trembling. âI need to feel it. Please let me feel you lose it on me.â
That was all it took.
Your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. You dropped your head back, nails dragging across her abs as your hips stuttered. Every part of you clenched, muscles seizing as your pussy pulsed around her cock.
You rode it out, drawing it out on purposeâbecause you wanted her to feel it. Wanted her to know she had the power to ruin you.
And she did.
You collapsed forward, breathless, hips still twitching from aftershocks. Megan was frantic beneath you, her cock twitching, overstimulated and aching.
You caught her lips in a rough, hungry kiss.
âCome for me,â you breathed against her mouth.
She broke.
Megan let out a strangled moan, her entire body locking up as she came deep inside you. Her cum spilled out in thick pulses, warmth spreading between your thighs. She cried out again, nearly sobbing as her orgasm shook her apart.
You didnât move. You stayed there, letting her ride it out, hands stroking her sides while she trembled beneath you.
When the shaking finally stopped, you kissed her temple.
âGood girl,â you whispered.
Megan was still trembling beneath you, her arms loosely wrapped around your waist like she was afraid youâd vanish if she let go. Her hair clung to her forehead, damp with sweat, her lashes sticking together from the tears she didnât remember shedding. Her chest rose and fell in short, shuddering breaths, and you could feel her cock still twitching softly inside you, even after the last of her orgasm had faded.
She looked completely undone. Wrecked in the best, most beautiful way.
You didnât move. Not at first.
Instead, you leaned down slowly, brushing her hair back from her face, pressing the softest kiss to her temple.
âYou okay?â you asked, your voice lowâgentler now, stripped of the teasing edge you carried before.
Megan let out a sound that was half a laugh, half a broken exhale. âI think you just rewired my brain.â
You smiled, a breathy little thing against her skin. âIs that so?â
You shifted carefully, lifting yourself off her, and winced as her softened length slipped freeâfollowed by the slow spill of her release inside you. Megan groaned, as if the overstimulation clung to her even now. Her hands, which had started to fall away from you, clutched you again.
âWaitâdonât go far,â she mumbled.
âNot going anywhere,â you promised, and you meant it.
You grabbed the throw blanket off the end of the bed and covered the both of you, settling beside her, pulling her into your chest. Megan curled up instantly, one leg sliding over yours, fingers tangling in your shirt like muscle memory.
Silence settled, but it wasnât uncomfortable. Just charged.
You could feel the tension starting to shiftâlike the edge between sex and something more was wearing thin. Too thin to ignore. Her breath tickled your collarbone as she pressed closer, grounding herself in your presence.
Megan stirred after a while, cheek still pressed against your shoulder. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke.
âI know we said casual.â
You didnât answer.
âLike,â she continued, her fingers twitching against your ribs, âcasual-casual. No feelings. No strings. You get busy. I get busier. We keep it fun. That was the deal, right?â
You stayed still, letting her talk.
âI donât think Iâm sticking to it anymore.â
You turned your head slowly, catching the way she was looking at you. Hesitant. Guarded, but hoping. A flicker of fear in her gazeâfear of saying too much. Fear of losing you if she did.
âMegan,â you said softly.
âI know,â she rushed. âI know itâs messy. And I know I was the one who said I didnât have time for anything serious. But I keep thinking about you when Iâm on tour, or when Iâm on set, or when Iâm surrounded by people and Iâm still checking my phone hoping you texted first.â
Her fingers clutched at your shirt. âI hate that I care. But I do. So much. And itâs not just the sex. Youâre the only person who makes me feel like this. Like Iâm allowed to fall apart and still be wanted.â
You took a long breath.
And then, finally, you cupped her jaw, tilting her face to look at you. Her eyes were glassy again. Your thumb stroked her cheek, gentle, grounding.
Meganâs lips parted.
You leaned in, your forehead pressed to hers. âYou think I didnât almost cancel our first hookup because I knew I wouldnât be able to keep this light?â
âBut you always seem soâŠâ she trailed off, searching.
âIn control?â you offered.
She nodded.
âThatâs what I do when Iâm terrified.â
Megan blinked.
âIâm scared too,â you admitted. âIâve had serious before. It ended badly. I didnât want to fall for someone whoâd eventually walk away.â
Her hand lifted slowly, thumb brushing your cheek. âI wouldnât walk away. I swear.â
You leaned into her touch, and when you kissed her, it wasnât like the others. It was soft. Real. Full of every unspoken thing youâd both been holding back. Your lips moved together with a quiet urgency, like you were both learning a new languageâone without pretenses.
When you pulled back, you whispered, âThen letâs stop pretending.â
She smiled, tears still clinging to her lashes. âSo⊠weâre not casual anymore?â
You grinned. âNo, baby. We never were.â
You let your hands drift over her back, soothing the tension that still lingered there. And for a long moment, the room held nothing but the soft sound of breathing, the heat of bodies tangled up in something real. Something that couldnât be taken back.
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æ ➌ àŁȘ âż â ÛȘ contents. lara raj x fem! katseye member! reader, katseye au, nsfw, having a strap in while on live what could go wrong??
notes. ts is pretty nasty my apologies.. got the live idea from this post by @yameoto / and some of the user comments are inspired by the lovely @sillymommy6969
the phone is balanced high on the desk, angled just enough to frame lara raj sitting on the edge of presumably her gaming chair, with you delicately perched on her lap. body angled toward the camera like youâre just cuddled close, her arm wrapped loosely around your waist, the view ending just at just your covered upper midriff.
beneath the frame, lara is buried inside you. the strap fills you so deeply it aches, the base pressing flush against her, the thick silicone stretching you open around it. sheâs not movingânot reallyâjust a slow, deliberate roll of her hips now and then when she's feeling generous.
lara does some half-assed introdution, from the corner of your ear you can hear something about dance practice and 'wanting to check in' ahead of lolla. bullshit.
all you do is nod, and try to not to make any awkward facials as she grazes her nails over your thighs.
user01: awww lara sounds so excited
user02: is y/n sitting on lara's lap????? what.
user03: pls pls give some lollapalozza spoilers!!!
user04: why does y/n look so upset
user05: girl she's just tired
you bite the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, dead focus your gaze onto the comments, which does not help. because under the casual facade, sheâs moving again, inching her hips upward with just enough force to make you clench around her. each thrust is slow, deep, deliberateâsheâs fucking you without fucking you, just enough to make you lose a bit of focus.
lara laughs at something in the chat, throwing her head back, "you guys are ridiculous," she says, and at the same time, she snaps her hips sharply upward. and you almost roll your eyes right then and there, quickly catching yourself.
user06: why is y/n zoning out midlive?? đ
user07: why do i feel like i'm thirdwheeling
user08: is lara keeping y/n hostage or what.
"am i keeping y/n hostage? what are y'all even saying," she drags out the last phrase as if the eyekon in the chat had personally hate crimed her, "y/n loves me," she trails, "don't you?"
all while dragging the strap out inch by inch, only to push it back inside right when you were about to answer, so slow the stretch burns. slick coats and drips down her thighs.
you swallow hard, choking down a sound that would have been somewhat of a whine. your voice cracks when you finally manage a thin, almost sarcastic, âyeah. love you.â
lara smiles, patting your thigh in silent praise before glancing back at the comments. âsee?â she coos, rocking her hips just enough to make you bite back another whimper. âshe loves me.â as if it were something to prove.
user09: oh my ynlara you are so dear and real to me
user10: GIRLL SHE DID NOT MEAN THAT HHHH
user11: help lara is such a praise whore i'm shitting bricks
user12: y/n blink twice if you're being held at gunpoint
every time she pulls out, the stretch feels unbearable, a slick ache that leaves you fluttering around nothing. every time she sinks back in, the head of the strap presses so deep you can feel it in every fiber of your being. you grip the edge of the chair arm so hard your knuckles whiten, as your muscles strain with the effort of not squirming.
âyou okay?â she asks suddenly, tone dipped in fake concern, like sheâs talking to the chat. but her eyes are locked on you, daring you.
you do your best to nod, looking back at the chat and giving a lazy thumbs up as the both of you laugh at the same time.
lara gives one last slow thrust, bottoming out and holding there, letting you clench desperately around her as the orgasm washes over you while you bent under the set up phone so nobody would see you. laras long fingers reach out to gently stuff into your mouth so you wouldn't let out a noise.
âalright, i think weâve bored them enough,â she says breezily, scrolling with one hand while the other still cages you to her. waiting for a few more seconds, acting as if she were reading eyekons reactions, while she was waiting for you to regain yourself. before she taps your cheek, âsay bye, baby.â
you pull back up to wave, dazed, "see you at lolla."
user13: what's up w that authorative tone miss global pop sensation lara raj
user14: hope you feel better soon y/n!!!
user15: that sounded strained af
user16: BYEEE
â one new ( WEVERSE ) notification !
Y/n: eyekons i'm so sry!!! i know i looked ROUGH on last night's live
Y/n: i felt super tired cause we were rehearsing the whole prior day
Y/n: I know i barely said anything forgive me
â one new ( WEVERSE ) notification !
Lara Raj: guys. y/n loves me. the rumors are true
Lara Raj: I'M SO SERIOUS WHY DOES NOBODY BELIEVE ME
warnings. smut, oral, munch!dani, slight degradation, praise kink, bratty!reader, overstimulation, 7thmember!au, mami kink, vulgar language, fluff near the end.
synopsis. your girlfriend, daniela, is always playing fortnite. one night, you teasingly suggest adding a twist to her normal gameplay.
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letters. okay, first and foremost, this isn't my original idea!!! i was scrolling on my dashboard a week or so ago and came across a sturniolo fic (dk if it was matt or chris?) that had this prompt/idea, and grabbed inspiration from that !! i don't know the original writer off the top of my headâas i saw the fic a little while agoâso please inform me if you know <3
you'd always been aware of daniela's love for fortniteâand a little resentful of it.
it wasn't that you hated the video game in general. no, your minimal feelings of hatred toward the game are rooted in daniela not spending as much time with you at night. which, if you were being honest, would sound like a silly reason to hate the game if you were to say it out loud.
but you hardly ever saw her crawl into bed beside you every nightâsleep always pulling you under in less than thirty minutes into watching her play at her desk, the low light of her monitor almost comforting now that you'd fallen asleep with it so many nights in a row.
albeit, it didn't make much sense. daniela always whined about how tired she was on the ride back from rehearsal, muttering under her breath about how she'd immediately crash the second she stepped into your shared dorm.
and as much as you wished that were true, it never happened.
you're not mad at her. rather, you're a little annoyed. annoyed because she never really made the effort to ask if you were alright, or if you wanted to play with herânot that you ever really wanted to because you were so exhausted, but the effort still would've counted!
it all just gets a little boring at times.
like now. you're lying under the covers, narrowed eyes flitting across the tiny sliver of the monitor that isn't blocked by daniela's curls. her headset is snug on her head, mic pressed close to her lips. she mutters curses every now and then, yells at the screen at unexpected moments and wakes you just as you're about to nod off.
so, after the umpteenth scream that passes by her lips and out into the room, you make the reluctant decision to just sit and watch the girl play.
it's almost midnight when you get bored, eyelids heavy with restlessness and something else. you sigh softly, hoping to catch your girlfriend's attention. when she doesn't even flinch, you push the covers off of your body, crawling toward the edge of the bed and hopping off the mattress.
fuzzy socks drag silently along the hardwood floors of the room as you make your way to daniela's desk, arms wrapping around her shoulders the moment you can reach. your nose nuzzles into the crook of her neck, inhaling tiredly.
the latina takes one hand off of her controller, fingers coming up to push one of her headphone's off of her ear.
âthought you went to sleep,â she murmurs, voice almost a whisper.
you laugh. quiet. âcan't.â
she hums, eyes flicking back to the screen, grasping the controller with both hands again. âmmh, why's that?â
â...really?â you mumble, pulling away from her neck to really look at her.
your eyes drag over her side profile, jawline sharp and soft in the most perfect way, lips plump and faintly glossy, soft stray curls falling over her cheeks and framing her face. her eyes are illuminated by the light from her monitor, the hazel color of her irises highlighted.
she glances at you for a split second, cocking a brow in slight confusion.
âyou've been screaming the whole night,â you grumble, tapping her shoulder. âm'surprised the others haven't already broken down our door with complaints.â
daniela just smiles. âthey're used to it by now.â
you roll your eyes, resting your chin on her clothed shoulder, a t-shirtâthat's one-hundred percent from your side of the closetâhanging loosely on her frame. her eyes stay glued to the screen, fingers moving carefully on the controller as she kills a player, celebrating with a quiet hiss.
âyou gonna stay clinginâ to my shoulder the rest of the night or what?â she teases, teeth catching her lower lip moments later.
you don't answer, pupils flicking all around her face. the smooth expanse of her neck. clear. unmarked. your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek. conflicted. aroused. nowhere near tired anymore. you don't think she'd end the game if you pressed a few kisses to her neck. she'd be too focused to even notice.
still, you try anyway. lips soft on her skin.
she jolts. subtle. barely there.
âwhat are you doinâ now?â daniela purrs, trying to bite back a smile. she fails.
you're silent again, watching her like a predator examines it's prey. waiting for the perfect moment to pull her under your spell.
her fingers stutter on the joysticks, pulse pounding louder in her ears now. â...cariño.â
you pull away, and the ticklish sensation leaves almost as quick as it came, relieving daniela for a moment. a moment that's spent far too long in silence to be called normal. innocent. because you have something under your sleeve. an idea.
something that would make the video game exciting for both of you.
ây'know,â you murmur, trailing a finger up the soft skin of her arm lazily. âyou could make this more fun.â
she doesn't look backâjust lets out a short hum, already breaking. âwhat, you gonna hop on and run duos with me?â she teases, though her voice shakes. slightly. noticeably.
you snort. âhm, not quite.â
â...spit it out then, babe,â she whispers.
a beat of silence passes by.
then two.
on the third, your lips brush the shell of her ear, breath warm on her flushed skin. she shivers under the sensation, eyes drifting off screen for a second before she sets her focus back on the game.
âstrip fortnite,â you breathe.
that gets her attention quickly. she freezes, hands limp around the controller that's now resting in her lap, headset slightly askew. then she glances over her shoulder, lips curling up into a grin. throat bobbing when she swallows a little too hard. âoh?â
her gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, already blown with lust. âand what are the rules?â
âyou get a kill, i take something off. but, if you dieâŠâ you pause, letting the tension ring out in the air. âyou lose something.â
daniela blinks, eyebrows raised, eyes slightly widenedâthen she gives you the cockiest smirk you've ever seen, her nerves from earlier erased. âyou sure you wanna play this with me?â she murmurs, adjusting her headset to rest around her neck. âyou're gonna be naked before i even hit top thirty.â
you roll your eyes with a scoff, stepping backward. the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing you to sit. âtry me, dani.â
she loads up a new match before even finishing the last oneâas much as it hurts her to lose the eight kills she already hadâand quickly lands at seaport city, already aggressive and competitive as hell. she's not playing it safe tonight.
not when this is on the line.
less than three minutes into the first game, she catches someone by surpriseâgets a headset from behind and nearly jumps up from her chair, head snapping around toward you.
âc'mon,â she exclaimed, voice strained in an effort to contain her excitement.
you grin, hands trailing low. the latina's eyes follow your every moveâbut when your fingers pinch at the edge of your sock, she sighs in disappointment, the sound loud and exaggerated.
âyou didn't specify what you wanted me to take off, angel,â you tease, tossing the small piece of fabric to the side.
she shakes her head, turning back to the monitor. âyou wouldn't have listened anyway."
a small giggle sounds from your throat, and daniela just grips her controller tighter, jaw set, eyes locked on the screen, determined.
her second kill doesn't follow as quick as you think. it takes a few minutes into the round of daniela wandering around the map and organizing her layout, scanning the map, and searching for other players. then, the second you take your eyes off the screen, muffled shots reach your ears.
âtwo down,â she announces, glancing over her shoulder. âhoodie. take it off.â
you smile, stretching slowly. deliberate. letting the hoodie slide up and over your head, revealing just a tank top underneath, nipples creating a visible print in the thin fabric.
the latina lets her eyes roamâjust for a secondâand then forces herself to face forward once again.
third killâshe snipes someone from inside of a bush, smirk widening. another down. and now she's getting cocky. âshorts now, hermosa.â
but you? you tug down your last sock instead, giggling the whole time.
her brows furrow. âwhat the hell?â
you pout, feigning innocence. âwhat? it's a piece of clothing. i don't have to take off my shorts just because you tell me.â
she narrows her eyes. âyou literally saidââ then, with a defeated sigh, she spins back around. âyou're gonna be the death of me.â
there's less than fifty people in the game now, and daniela's kills are much lower than they usually areâbut that's just because the stakes are so high right now, and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of her.
her nervousness quickly serves to betray her as she walks straight into an ambush. some kid with a juice wrld skin guns her down with an smg before she can even build.
âfuck me.â
you laugh. âoff.â
she just huffs, sets her controller down on the desk. âwhat do you want?â
biting your lip, you hum. âyour shirt.â
you don't miss the flicker of hesitation in her eyesâalong with the swirl of lustâbefore she's moving, tugging the loose fabric over her head, jaw clenched. tosses it to the floor. she's topless now, her bare back pressing against the cool leather of her desk chair, all tensed and flushed and pissed in the hottest way possible.
she's not wearing a bra, which grants you the view of her chest. soft. bare. so empty without your marks to decorate her skin.
ânot so cocky now, are you?â you tease.
daniela just shakes her head and spins back to face the desk with a huffed laugh.
the next game loads, and she's even more feral than the last. lands at the same spot. doesn't even wait to get a decent gun before she's off, searching for kills desperately.
she shoots at the first player she sees, kills them, and doesn't even say anythingâjust nods over at you with a shit-eating grin. you roll your eyes playfully and slowly slip off your tank top, eyes locked on daniela the whole time. your own chest is bare now. exposed to your girlfriend's hungry eyes. she doesn't even hide the way her gaze drags down your body.
the latina lands one more kill in that round, leaving you to take off your last piece of clothing.
your panties.
she watches in the reflection of her second monitor as you slide your thumb beneath the waistband of the lace. real slow. the fabric peels down your thighs, thin strings of your arousal catching the light of daniela's monitor, and then you shimmy them off with a very unnecessary arch of your back, hair cascading over your bare shoulder.
and you hear it.
the small, broken little sound she makes.
her controller drops into her lap.
you smirk. soft. too sweet to be considered innocentâbecause nothing about any of this is anywhere near that territory anymore.
âyou're staring, avanzini,â you whisper.
she doesn't respond at firstâjust exhales, heavy, shallow, already wrecked. then she swallows. hard.
âgame's over.â
you hum, cocking a brow. âreally?â
she bites her lip, holding back a growl.
âyou're naked,â she comments, voice low. dangerous. âyou lost, and i won.â
silence overcomes the room.
thenâ
âso come get your trophy,â you purr.
and she does.
immediately.
she tosses the controller to the side, jumps out of her chair so fast she nearly trips over her own feetâand suddenly she's pinning you to the mattress, mouth crashing onto yours, hot and desperate and overflowing with need. her hands find your waist, your hips, sliding down to your thighs like she needs to touch everywhere at once to convince herself you're real.
âfuck,â she whispers against your lips, flipping your positions and pulling you into her lap. âyou knew what you were doing when you suggested this stupid game.â
you giggle under your breath, arms wrapped around her bare shoulders, hips rolling slowly into her lap just to tease. âwell, you're the one who never pays attention to me at night⊠needed to get it somehow.â
she bites your lip before you can say anything elseânot hard, just enough to make you gaspâthen kisses down your neck, breath shaky, lips hot. she sucks bruises into your neck like she's claiming you, hands sliding around and grabbing the backs of your thighs as she pulls you impossibly closer. chest to chest. skin on skin. nothing else between you now.
âyou could've told me,â she growls, voice rougher as she bites at your collarbone. âbut you just wanted to nag me, didn't you? thought it was cute?â
you nod without thinking, clit brushing perfectly against the fabric of her sweatpants, eyes wide and fake-innocent. âmhm.â
she flips you againâfast. your back hits the sheets, and she hovers over you, cheeks flushed and heart on fire. her curls are messy now, falling over her shoulders, lips red, and her eyes are hungry. âyeah?â she breathes, warmth fanning along your lips. âthen you'll take your punishment like a good girl, hm?â
and ohâyou will.
the latina doesn't even give you time to breathe, doesn't give herself time to overthink. because in a split second, her mouth is everywhereâyour neck, your chest, your stomachâhand gripping your hips, nails digging into your skin harsh enough to bruise. she drags her lips down your body like she's trying to memorize every inch, leaving faint prints from her lip gloss. her tongue traces along the inside of your thigh, kissing slowly just to wreck you.
âyou look so pretty, mi amor,â she purrs, voice soft, almost sweet now. âall warm nâ so ready for me.â
you whimper brokenly, hips jerking upward the second she blows onto your dripping cunt. a low, eager giggle spills from between her lips, and it only serves to make you even more desperate.
âbaby,â you whine, breathless.
she doesn't tease for much longer. she couldn't even if she tried. she's too worked up. you feel her sink between your thighs, one arm hooking beneath your knee, the other still holding your hips in place. the first stroke of her tongue is hot and deep and needy.
you moanâloud. back arching. hands fisting the sheets harshly.
and she just groans in satisfaction, hips grinding mindlessly into the mattress like she needs the friction, like just the mere taste of you already has her falling apart.
her tongue delves between your folds hungrily, the tip of the muscle prodding at your leaking entrance and causing a string of strained moans to escape from the back of your throat. your hands find her hair quickly, tugging at the soft curls as your back arches further off the bed. every moan from you only makes her more feral, until she's got both arms wrapped around your thighs and she's devouring you.
âdaniââ you gasp, head thrown back, body trembling uncontrollably.
âmmh?â she hums against youâthe vibrations going straight to your pussyâthen sucks gently, stimulating your clit teasingly until your legs are clenching around her head.
âyou'reâoh my god, you're soââ
you don't finish the sentence. you're unable to with the way daniela sucks so eagerly at your puffy bundle of nerves, the feeling both overwhelming and underwhelming at the same timeâbecause she wants to keep you teetering on the edge of euphoria until you physically can't take it anymore.
she teases your clit for a whileâuntil she sees the way your hips start bucking harder and she realizes you want more. you need more. and she lives to please. so, she flattens her tongue right on your cunt and shakes her head back and forth gently, eyes rolling back at the taste of your sweet arousal.
âso sweet,â she murmurs, the words muffled as she continues with her ministrations, tongue sliding deep into your entrance unexpectedly.
your grip on her hair only tightens when her tongue enters you, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cry out.
âfuckfuckfuck,â you whimper, breath shallow and unsteady. âmamiâdani, fuck, i'm closeââ
she doesn't hearâor, that's what it seems like, because she doesn't stop. doesn't even slow down. and part of you believes that she did hear you, she was just too determined to pull you over the edge of ecstasy.
her eyes flutter open, landing on the blissed out expression on your faceâbrows furrowed, eyes shut, lips parted. she smiles in satisfaction, pressing kitten-licks to your clit slower than before, the sensation a clear contrast to how roughly she was taking you just a few moments ago.
âdaniiâ!â you whine out, choking on a particularly loud moan, hips rolling in needy motions into her tongue. hazel eyes drag over your shaking figure, filled with lust and admiration and things she couldn't describe even if she tried, mind too fogged up with the taste of you.
your thighs flex around daniela's head, cunt clenching uselessly, practically begging for her to dip her tongue in again. and she does just that, answering your prayers with a slow, languid flick of her tongue, sliding deep between your gummy walls. when her nose bumps against your clit in time with the way she thrusts her tongue, you squeak out a moan that's in a higher pitch than any of the prior noisesâone that's definitely heard from the other rooms in the house.
âalready gettinâ so loud,â she slurs into the mess of your arousal, staring up at you through her lashes. âyou wanted my attention that bad?â
âmhmmâso bad,â you babble, eyelids reluctantly fluttering open to meet her intimidating gaze. your own eyes are glossed over in pleasure, while daniela's are full of desire.
a chuckle sounds from her throat, the vibrations from the muffled noise spilling directly into your twitching pussy. your knuckles bleed white with how tight you grasp the bedsheets, the small of your back aching lightly with how deep you're arching. daniela lets her eyes fall shut again, lapping at the wetness that leaks from your entrance, focusing on your pleasure and your pleasure alone.
you don't notice when one of her hands slip away from your thigh, moving lower and landing right beside your core. with a sly smirk, she slowly runs the tip of her index and middle fingers through your folds, collecting the build-up of your sweetness. a groan erupts from the back of her throat at the slick feeling of your lips, fingers almost flicking away with how slippery your cunt is.
then, with careful precision, she slips the two of her digits deep into your cunt, the action slow and deep, replacing the warm muscle of her tongue. the tips of her fingers reach deep, brushing against spots that she knows make you crazy.
âo-oh, fuckâyou're s-soâ!â you moan, the words nearly incoherent with how whiny your tone of voice is. daniela coos softly into your pussy, voice inaudible as she sucks on your clit.
your chest rises and falls in an uneven pattern, a thin sheen of sweat forming all along the expanse of your bare body, the room getting warmer with each second that the latina's between your thighs. she curls her fingers, gentle fingertips brushing the soft, spongy spot that has you screaming.
âmami, m'gonna cumâplease, p-pleââ you're cut off by your own moans, the sound breathy and needy, only pushing daniela deeper into the mission of making you fall apart. her fingers thrust deeper, harder. her tongue flattens over your clit and presses gentle kisses to the bud every other second.
âs'that right?â she purrs, nails digging deeper into the plush skin of your thigh, holding you open for her. you nod desperately, head pressing deeper into the pillows as you try to hold it, remembering only one thing:
don't cum without permission.
daniela wasn't exactly strict on the rule, it was just something she had said once in the heat of the moment. but still, it stuck with youâand you always wanted to please her, always wanted to be her good girl. tonight, however, you weren't sure if you'd be able to abide by that ârule.â you were too far gone, basking in the intense feeling of her tongue and fingers on your most sensitive parts.
but just as you're about to let go, she says it.
âcum for me,â she grants, and you do. hard.
stars flash behind your eyelids the second you let go, your entire body stilling with the intensity of your orgasm. it hits you like a truck, wrecking your entire body. your lips part wider in a silent cry, legs twitching around daniela's head as you cum, pussy fluttering around her lengthy fingers. her pace doesn't stop, and neither does the harsh sucks on your clit. not even when you come down from the immense pleasure.
the sensation in your core soon becomes overwhelmingâand you think, for just a moment, that she's still going because she wants to clean you. but when she doesn't stop, your breaths start coming in short, sharp gasps. your hands come down to weakly push at her head, tryingâand failingâto stop her from continuing.
âwaitâbaby, nonono!â you whine loudly, legs clamping tight around her head. you try to squirm away, but she just pulls you back in, tongue burying deep into your entrance alongside her fingers.
tears prick in your eyes. âtoo âuch, mami,â you cry, voice broken and hoarse with how loud you'd been tonight. she still doesn't listen, just lightly caresses the side of your thigh with her thumb.
âjusâ one more,â she says eventually, pulling her head up slightly from between your legs. and that's when you take the chance to look at herâreally look at her. you notice the wetness spreading along her lips, a mixture of her spit and your cum dribbling slowly down her chin. drops of the liquid collect on her chest and parts of her cheeks, illuminated lightly by the monitor that's still on in the corner of the room.
she grins. dazed. âyou're so pretty like this. all spread outâsuch a good girl,â she praises with a particularly harsh thrust of her fingers, the squelching sound obscene as it echoes in your ears and rings out in the room.
you're almost embarrassed now.
almost surprised, even, at how none of the girlsâespecially manon or sophiaâhaven't already come knocking at the door. but you know all too well what tomorrow will bring. probably a long lecture from sophia followed up by complaints from the other girls about how they'd gotten no sleep. but it wasn't entirely your fault, it was daniela's for paying more attention to a dumb video game instead of her very real, very loving, very horny girlfriend.
still, you let daniela eat you out like a starved womanâtongue lapping in sloppy licks into your twitching cunt, fingers getting even messier with uncontrolled thrusts. you don't really care, all you do care about right now is being daniela's good girl and cumming when she says so.
âyou're close,â she observes through a moan, eyes fixed on the way your walls clench wildly around her digits. âcome on, mi vida, let go.â
you're unable to provide her with an answerâa choked moan taking the place of your words instead, your entire body trembling with how much harder your second orgasm hits you. this time, daniela slows her motions, fingers pumping in a little deeper than before, dragging out your orgasm as long as she could. her tongue collects everything she can, moaning gently into your core at the taste.
âlo hiciste muy bien, cariño,â she coos, lips trailing soft kisses up the expanse of your stomach, dragging up your body until she reaches your own lips. she presses a deeper kiss on to your mouth, full of love and care.
a hum is all you can reply with, eyes fluttering shut, arms wrapping sleepily around her body and pulling her closer, bare skin flush against bare skin. you exhale deeply, spent, and daniela just smirks.
ây'know soph is gonna be on our ass tomorrow morning,â you mumble.
she shrugs. âcan't be that bad.â
ââââââ
â...avanzini llorente,â
âwhaâhey, what i'd do this time?â
your eyelids flutter open slowly, the stern tone of sophia's voice floating through the hallway and spilling into your and daniela's bedroom through the crack left in the door.
a sigh. âyou cannot do that again. likeâever.â
you blink, still bleary, push the sheets away from your body and look over at the window, curtains still drawn. even through the blackout fabric, you can tell that the sun's just started to rise, and as you look to your side, nobody's there. the sheets are warm beneath you, but as you reach over, the empty side is cold. faint echoes of voices continue in the halls.
shuffling off the bed, you snag daniela's shirt from the back of her desk chair, pull it over your head, and pad down the hall.
âit wasn't just loud,â sophia scolds, her tone firm and clipped. âit was obnoxiously loud. like i was in a movie theater. i had dialogue.â
daniela groans. âokay, butââ
âno,â sophia cuts her off. firm. final. then she continues, âlara literally texted me âare they filming a reboot of X in there.ââ
âthat i did,â lara says, deadpan.
you round the corner into the kitchen not long after, hair a mess, legs still weak, trying to blink the sleep out of your system.
daniela's standing there in her sweatpants and a tank top, looking like a kid who just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. the moment her eyes land on you, she perks up, a soft smile playing on her lips.
âhey,â she says softly, almost hopefully. âyou're awake.â
sophia doesn't even turn around. âdon't say hi to her. you need to focus.â
the latina frowns. âhey, waitâwhat about her? she was the one moaning like aââ
the filipina slams her mug down. âyeah, and remind me again who was the one that created that problem in the first place?â
and then, if it couldn't get any worse, megan comes in from down the hall, hair tousled, hoodie thrown on lazily, expression tired and mad at the same time. âi'm not even fully awake yet and i know far too much about your sex lives,â she grumbles, though there's a ghost of a teasing smirk on her lips.
she brushes past daniela to get a mug from the cabinet. âwe have rehearsal todayâyou do know that, right?â
right on cue, manon followsâwrapped up in a blanket like she was too comfortable to leave bed without it.
âyou two are way too freaked out to be living in a house full of people.â
meanwhile, you're still leaning against the wall, trying not to laugh as your eyes dart between the five girls. when you see the look on your girlfriend's face, you almost break.
her jaw is on the floor. offended. âokay, okayâpause. why am i the only one being attacked right now?!â
lara yawns. âbecause you sounded like you were in one of those wattpad fanfictions.â
megan chimes in, âand you were the one calling y/n âmi amorâ every five seconds.â
âyou said âgood girlâ three times. three,â manon adds, punctuating her words with pointing out three fingers.
you choke on a laugh.
and that's when daniela turns to you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, betrayed. âare you seriously laughing right now?â she scoffs.
âi mean⊠you did say all those things.â
âi hate all of you.â
letters. AYYYYY first katseye fic !!!! do we fw this đââïžđââïž
synopsis: you never liked physical affection â daniela avanzini practically needed it to breathe. you thought you two would never meet in the middle⊠until one quiet, sleepy night changed everything.
warnings: slight awkwardness, reader is touch-averse at first
a/n: mind u... i wrote ts while shitting
youâve never been one for physical affection.
not in a cold, distant way. not even in a âdonât touch meâ kind of way. just... youâve always liked your space. liked being warm and alone under your own blanket, liked silence and stillness and the quiet comfort of existing beside someone without ever needing to touch.
but daniela avanzini is the exact opposite.
if sheâs not hugging someone, sheâs about to. she clings without thinking-hooks her arm around shoulders, loops her pinky with yours when youâre walking side by side, rests her cheek on your shoulder on the van. itâs second nature to her, like breathing or blinking. affection spills out of her like sunlight through blinds, soft and constant and inescapably warm.
youâre roommates, her, you, and manon. and somehow youâve made it this far without daniela full-on cuddling you into oblivion.
somehow.
but tonight, the universe changes.
practice today was brutal. hours of dance drills, vocals, meetings, fittings. even manon, who normally insists on stretching and doing skincare no matter how exhausted she is, barely moves after dinner. sheâs curled up in her bed across the room, face lit by the dim glow of her phone screen. you hear a soft laugh from her side of the room, and then quiet again.
youâre in your bed, not asleep but definitely drifting. arms tucked around your pillow, your back to the room. thereâs a faint lavender scent from your diffuser. your muscles ache in that satisfying, sore way. itâs silent, peaceful, andâ
the mattress dips behind you.
you tense, brows scrunching slightly as the warmth of a body presses slowly against your back. your mind jolts fully awake. and then you hear her.
âhey...â comes danielaâs sleepy whisper, her voice all soft and airy and sweet like melted sugar. âcan i sleep with you tonight?â
you freeze. blink twice into the dark.
you barely register yourself nodding before she takes it as a yes anyway, already slipping her arms around your waist from behind. her face presses between your shoulder blades, still slightly damp from her shower. your heart does this little embarrassing stutter.
âyouâre warm,â she mumbles, and her arms tighten a little. âlike. really warm. sâperfect.â
you blink into your pillow. hard.
you donât move for a moment. you can feel your entire body working overtime not to react. your chest is tight. not in a bad way, not really. just... tight with unfamiliarity.
danielaâs breath brushes your back as she exhales. âyou smell like vanilla,â she murmurs after a beat, words practically slurred with sleep. âyour lotion?â
you nod slowly. âyeah.â
a sleepy, fond hum. âcute.â
you are going to spontaneously combust.
she nestles closer like itâs the most natural thing in the world, her leg sliding between yours like sheâs done it a thousand times. like you arenât about to unravel from the inside out. her arms curl up again, one tucked under your ribcage, the other splayed against your stomach. soft fingers, light and easy, resting like they belong there.
you whisper, âdani... what are you doing?â
she doesnât respond at first. sheâs quiet, soft breath steadying out. then, very gently, she whispers against your spine:
âjust wanna sleep with you. sâtoo quiet in my bed. can we cuddle?â
your stomach flips. âiâm... not really good at this cuddling stuff.â
âsâokay,â she breathes, not moving at all. âiâm good enough for both of us.â
you let out a tiny, embarrassed breath of a laugh. then, slowly, like testing the waters, you reach back and rest your hand on the arm around your waist. her skin is warm. her pulse beats under your fingertips.
she sighs, a little smile in her voice. âsee? already a pro.â
you donât say anything. just lay there, blinking into the dark, letting her hold you like youâre made of something worth keeping close. her body is soft where it presses against yours, all comfort and exhaustion and love in its simplest, most instinctive form.
minutes pass. the room grows quieter, softer somehow. manonâs phone clicks off with a gentle beep. you think sheâs already asleep, or pretending not to see this whole scene unfolding five feet away.
danielaâs breathing slows more. her face nuzzles into the space between your shoulder and neck, her breath tickling slightly.
âyou make me feel safe,â she whispers, barely audible.
your heart stutters again. you donât know what to say. you arenât even sure you can say anything. so instead... you shift a little, turning just enough that you can rest your arm across her. itâs clumsy, not like how she does it. your hand kind of awkwardly pats her back. but she melts instantly. you feel her smile against your skin.
âsee?â she murmurs. âtold you youâre good at this.â
and maybe... maybe itâs not so bad. being held like this. holding her back. letting the silence stretch long and safe between you, filled only by breath and warmth and the faint scent of her shampoo â strawberries and vanilla and something else you canât name, something that smells like her.
you donât know how long you stay like that before sleep finally tugs you under. but the last thing you remember is her arm tightening ever so slightly around you, like she's afraid to let go.
and the last thing you feel â before dreams and stillness and peace â is the softest whisper you almost think you imagined:
âgânight... i like you lots.â
a/n: i think i need to sleep too... itâs 4 am...
summary àȘâ⎠you text your dealer in the middle of the night for a resupply. to which she responds promptly asking you to stop by her place.
warnings/tags àȘâ⎠nsfw content, dealer!daniela au, f!reader, g!p daniela, unprotected sex, pulling out (womp womp), drug usage (marijuana), high sex, squirting, praise
wc àȘâ⎠2,3 k
minors dni
substance masterlist
hey...rewrote this because i wanted to...please take it đ€Č
sitting on the low couch of your dealerâs apartment, it was near one in the morning, as you saw your phone say when it lit up. you watched as daniela sat crisscrossed in front of her coffee table with everything laid out rather messily.
âthanks, again,â you say, the silence in the room making you feel awkward. you had been in her apartment before, but usually only for ten minutes to grab your goods and go. never long enough to sit down because she was usually good at having everything weighed and ready by the time you arrived.
but she had been lacking recently. claiming she forgot or coming up with some excuse so you could sit and talk to her. you noticed, obviously. you were smart. but you couldn't see any ill intentions she might have. she might just actually want to know you more, as odd as that seems.
âit's no problem,â daniela replies. the hood of her hoodie is over her head with her blonde hair bunching out on the sides, her hazel eyes staring intently at the scale while tapping her nail on it. âokay, here ya go.â she says when she's finished, taking the small tupperware container and pouring the buds into a small bag. she then grabs a sharpie marker, taking off the cap and holding it between her teeth as she scribbles the strain on the bag before handing it to you.
you don't even realize she's handing over the bag due to your staring, which you prayed wasn't obvious as you take in her features. despite the hoodie being the same one she always wore when you came by, or meeting in a parking lot, you couldn't help but think that she manages to look beautiful like this at one in the morning.
âyn?â danielaâs voice rings through your ears.
you're shaken out of your thoughts when you hear her repeat your name for probably the third time. âs-sorry, thanks.â you hastily take the bag. âi should get going now.â
âwait!â daniela lets out, shocked by her own voice that sounded like she was pleading. you were about to get up, but stopped when she said it. âyou can stay a bit, if you want. smoke with me, or something, i dunno.â she shrugs like she had no care if you did or not. but on the inside she was hoping you would say yes. scratch that, she was praying you would say yes.
you can't hide the surprise on your face, and daniela hopes this doesn't backfire in her face.
âwill i be charged for it?â you say.
ânah.â daniela shakes her head, a smile forming on her face. âyou're already here, aren't you?â
âyeah, i guess i am.â you smile back.
-ËËâââââ
an hour later, it's two in the morning, and you're still on the couch in danielaâs apartment. some random movie is playing â you're not paying attention to it, too high to even process what was happening on the screen. you thought she was lying, and bragging a little when she said this new strain was way better than the last batch she gave you, rolling two blunts with perfection. you were wrong, clearly. given how you didn't want to move off this couch, you would definitely say she was right.
your eyes drift away from the tv screen that you're not watching, trailing over to daniela who's been sitting beside you in silence for the past ten minutes. you can't tell if she's just really high, or if she wants you to leave and wonât say it. turns out, in reality? it's neither. your gaze falls down to her lips, rather obviously too, as much as you would deny it.
another thing you would deny is having a liking for daniela. yes, it might be a bit dumb on your part. but who could you blame? you were referred to her from your close friend manon, and she had become the only person you went to see for bud. unknown to you, but she was giving you discounts every time you got more. not like she would ever tell you that, though. she was nice to you whenever she spoke to you, she seemed genuine in asking how you were doing when you would stop by, she just had an energy around her that made you feel comfortable around her. incredibly comfortable.
âyou good?â
your eyes subtly widen when daniela suddenly turns her head and looks over at you, leaning closer than you would've imagined making your breath catch in your throat. you slowly nod. âyeah.â
daniela lets out a low hum while nodding, her low lidded red eyes glancing away for a moment before back at you. âyou don't have to go home tonight, do you?â
you're unsure what she's trying to get at with that question. but the words spill out faster than you can think about them. âno. not really.â you shake your head. âwhy?â
âcan i kiss you?â daniela asks without listening to your own question, focused on this.
âwhat?â you barely whisper out. you can tell she's serious by her tone and face, not even breaking a small smile as she waits for your response. âyes.â
a smile instantly lights up on daniela's face at your answer, cupping your face in her hands and leaning in and kissing you. her lips feel soft against yours, and she's going slow. slower than you anticipated she would kiss like. she's kissing you like she wants to take her time, like she cares about it.
danielaâs hands trail down from your face to your waist, grabbing you and pulling you closer to her gently. you take the opportunity to hook one of your legs over her legs, straddling her while hooking your arms around her neck. you feel her nibble on your bottom lip carefully, and a whimper escapes your throat as you part your lips for her to slide her tongue in. you then feel one of her hands graze over your hipbone, pulling on the waistband of your sweatpants before she sticks her hand inside, making you gasp against her lips when she makes contact with your damp panties.
âyou're fuckinâ soaked,â daniela murmurs against your lips, pulling away and looking at you with a cocky smirk. âyou wanted this to happen, didn't you?â she pushes your panties aside with two fingers, starting to rub slow circles on your clit.
âfuck!â you gasp, throwing your head back at the sudden feeling before nodding. âye-yes.â
âdirty girl.â danielaâs smirk turns into a smile as she pulls her hand out, like she's proud of herself for making you like this. she leans close to your ear before whispering, âyou want me to fuck you, baby?â
you nod quickly, not even caring about how desperate you must seem to her. âyes, please.â
daniela is practically grinning at this point. she swiftly grabs you by your thighs and moves you so your back is pressed against the couch and she's between your legs on her knees hovering above you. her eyes are red and glossy, and she's staring down at you like she just won some kind of big prize. and to her? you are. she had been waiting for this to happen about as long as you have, if not longer. not being able to contain herself anymore, she was grateful it was working out in her favor right now.
âtell me what you want,â she says, her voice low and slightly raspy from smoking as her fingers fiddle with the string of your sweatpants.
your face is flushed as you peer up at the latina, your eyes just as red as hers. âan-anything, please. do whatever you want,â you answer after a moment, barely being able to respond with the way she's looking at you. you can see the way her eyes light up at your response, but you're too far gone to even think about the possibilities.
âanything i want?â daniela asks aloud, before a devilish smile forms on her face. she leans down closer to you, one of her hands gripping your cheeks firmly to have you look up at her. âbe mine, and iâll make sure you feel so fucking good you won't even think of being with anyone else.â
a shiver runs down your spine at her voice, and you know she's serious about this now. âiâm yours,â you whisper.
âfuck yeah.â she lets out in a single breath. you would giggle or respond if you weren't so turned on and high right now, squirming around waiting for her to do something â anything.
daniela unties the string of your pants and tugs them down your legs along with your soaked panties, peeling them off your ankles and tossing them somewhere. she sits on her knees and throws her shirt off her head and then fiddles with the belt of her jeans and the button before pulling them down, and your eyes go wide. she's wearing a pair of white calvin klein boxers, and there's a rather evident bulge in the fabric.
âsurprised?â daniela laughs softly. âdon't worry, i won't hurt ya, cariño. trust me.â
and she tugs her boxers down her toned legs, revealing her lengthy, flushed, hard cock. precum dribbled from the red tip, a long vein that crawled along the side. you were practically salivating at the sight of her.
âlike what ya see?â daniela teases.
âshut up and fuck me,â you retort, not being able to contain yourself anymore. âplease, i need you so bad.â
your whiney voice has daniela kicking into overdrive. she grabs your legs and hoists them over her shoulders, holding her thick length in one hand and dragging it over your folds, collecting your wetness on it before carefully pushing in.
âoh my god!â your eyes roll into the back of your head at the feeling of her stretching you out and filling you up. she fills you perfectly, and you can feel all of her nestled deep inside you. she holds herself there for a moment, pushing your hair out of your face as you try to adjust to the feeling. âpleaseâŠdo something,â you breathe out.
daniela nods, slowly pulling out before thrusting back inside you, a low moan leaving her mouth at the feeling of your walls squeezing around her. âshit, you're fuckinâ tight,â she hisses. she finds a rhythm quickly, her hips snapping against yours as she fucks you hard and deep. like she's making sure you remember how she ruins you.
while you're trying to keep some modesty, not wanting to give the latina more of a reason to grin down at you like she's happy with your reactions and noises â you fail. the feeling of her pushing so deep inside you that she's practically rearranging your guts, her cock hitting all the right places that no one else could nearly reach has you becoming exceptionally loud, whining and moaning shamelessly as all thoughts leave your mind. âfuckâha-harder, please,â you beg, your voice whiney as you try to reach for her with your eyes screwed shut. âyou feel so goodâs-so big fuck!â
daniela curses under her breath at your words, speeding up and fucking you even harder while she moves one of her hands from your leg to grab your outstretched hand, letting you squeeze. âkeep talking,â she says through short breaths and moans. âyou like this? like me fucking you like this? youâve never had someone make you feel like this, ainât that right?â she smiles down at you, her dimple prominent as she gazes down.
you nod feverishly, barely even processing her words and struggling to respond with the moans and choked gasps coming from you at every thrust. ân-noâyouâre the on-only one to make me feel this goodâoh my god!â you gasp, back arching off the couch when her tip hits that special spot inside of you. âright thereâdon-donât stop, please dani!â you whine out her name, feeling her twitch inside you immediately after. âfuck, youâre gonna make me cum!â
âyeah?â that cocky smile makes its way on danielaâs face again, and she's angling her thrusts to repeatedly hit your g-spot. âyou gonna cum all over my cock, baby?â she says tauntingly, bringing her other hand down and starting to rub quick circles on your clit.
âyes!â you gasp with a nod. âplease let me cum, please, dani,â you sound desperate as hell, but you don't even care at this point. too needy for some kind of release, too far gone to even care how you sounded right about now.
âcum for me baby,â she says. âcum all over my cock like a good girl.â
your eyes roll back, your back arching with a borderline pornographic moan leaving your lips as your legs shake and you end up squirting all over her abdomen and legs.
âfuck yeah, baby.â daniela grins, her words interrupted by a particularly high-pitched moan leaving her mouth. âfuck, you're so goddamn tight, squeezing me like thatâshit!â her thrusts become sloppy as her hand moves from your swollen clit to push your shirt up, her hips stuttering when she sees you aren't even wearing a bra under your sweater. âfuck, baby.â she whimpers, suddenly pulling out and jerking herself off until she cums on your chest, letting out a deep groan as she does.
itâs silent excluding the heavy breathing between you two. your eyes are barely open at this point, and youâre fucked out beyond anything else. until daniela moves your legs off her shoulders and leans over you, her eyes softly staring at you.
âyou want me to take you to bed?â she asks you softly, moving your sweaty hair out of your face.
you meekly nod your head with a quiet hum leaving your lips. daniela carefully picks you up from the couch and walks over to her bedroom. she gently lays you down on her bed, going over to the other side and sliding into it next to you. you instantly roll over and curl up against her chest, and she drapes one of her arms over you and pulls you closer. she presses a soft kiss on your head, mumbling quietly.
âplease stay.â
your heart jumps out of your chest at her words. it sounds like a plea. like she means it.
SYNOPSIS â being famous means you'll have random people coming up to you and asking all sorts of things, some want pictures, some autographsâ and some want to flirt. so when daniela spots you with a girl trying to flirt with you, she gets possessive.
CONTENT :: dom!daniela , fingering
You were expecting a tranquil day, but maybe going to a bar full of people with the group wasn't a good idea. You can hear people snapping photos, some with flashes. some not, people start gathering to ask you for autographs and so on.
Obviously, you don't really mind when fans come up to you, but sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming. And although you're glad your bodyguard is always pendent on you, some fans easily sneak behind him and get their way to you.
When everything calmed down, you approached the bar, distancing yourself a little from your companions and ordering a drink to relieve stress. The strong taste makes your throat burn, lips curling in slight disgust. How can people like it?
As you look around the place, you feel someone tapping on your shoulder, snatching your attention from your drink. Another fan, you thought, putting your best smile for them. But they weren't there to ask for a photo or autographs, they were being quiteâflirty.
"Hey, gorgeous." She purred, keeping eye contact with you, something that made you shift in your seat uncomfortably. "Can I order something for you?" She offered, a bright smirk plastered on her face, her gaze wandering along your body.
"No, I'm fine." You say, dismissing her offer with your hand, gripping tightly the glass with your drink, trying to show her you already have one.
"Well thenâ" She sits in the stool next to you, man spreading as she takes a sip of her drink with a black straw.
"So," She starts. "you're famous?" Although she tried to make it sound oblivious, you can tell she already knows you.
"Yeah, I guess so." You smack yourself internally, I guess so? What kind of answer was that. Either way, you look around the place, trying to spot your friends who were a couple seats from youâyou fail.
Now you have to deal with this girl trying to flirt with you, unaware you're in a relationship. That's something you hate, having to temporarily hide your relationship with Dani. You can't tell a soul, and that means people that try to hit on you.
"Mhm..." She pretends to think, as if trying to guess if she knows you from somewhere. "Ain't you the pretty one from that K-pop group?" She narrows her eyes, intensively looking through you.
"Iâ"
"Yeah, she is." A very known voice speaks from behind you, a hand wrapping tightly against your waist, squeezing the flesh. Dani looks expectantly, daring the girl to say something flirty again. You try not to laugh as the she backs up quickly, Dani's death stare scaring her off.
"Well, good to know." She lifts her hands in defeat, getting up from her seat, taking a last sip from her drink before disappearing into the crowd.
Her hand only gets tighter as she watches the girl leave, an inner proud smile blooming.
"Where were you?" Is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, you look at her, confused by not knowing how she appeared out of nowhere.
"We went to the bathroom but I saw you looking for me." She explains, pointing to the bathrooms with her thumb, also looking over her shoulder, spotting the group.
You nod, shifting in your seat once again.
"What's wrong?" Dani asked with worried eyes.
"Nothing justâ" You trail. "You were kind of... possessive."
"And what about it?" Dani snorts, a soft smile creeping out. "I thought you liked it." She hits your arm with her elbow, that damn smirk on her face.
"I do!" You're quick to explain, turning around to face her more comfortably. "But what if she realized we're something?" You reveal you're main worry as you caress your elbows, trying to find comfort.
"She won't." She reassures you, a hand now placed on your shoulder, her thumb caressing the skin underneath. "And even if she does I couldn't care less."
"Of course you won't." You joke, giggles filling the air for a moment. You lean closer to her touch, resting your head on her waist.
Dani can sense how you're starting to destress slowly, but she has a better idea. "Come with me." She talks quietly, only loud enough for you to hear.
She leaves your side, you follow her with your eyes as she gets inside the bathroom, waiting for you inside. You get up from your seat, cleaning your clothes, then, you walk towards the bathroom, the cold knob against your skin when you open the door, closing it behind you.
She's retouching herself in the mirror, she applies some lipstick, a small 'pop' when she smacks her lips. "C'mere." She pats the sink.
You walk up to the sink, sitting above the marble, still unknowing Dani's true intentions. You try not to squeeze you thighs together when she gives you a very flirty stareâon the contrary, her gaze did turn you on.
There was a moment of silence, the background noise reigning in the scene. You feel her fingers drawing patterns on your knees, a ticklish sensation dancing around the area.
Her hand crawls up your thigh, stopping as soon as she feels the hem of your jeans on her fingertips, teasing you, making you crave for her touch, a possessive side of her blooming when she remembers someone was trying to flirt with youâsomeone was flirting with you.
"I think we shouldâŠ" She swallows. "I think we should start telling people we're dating." It completely shocks you how casually she said it. "I'm tired of seeing people hit on you and not being able to do." The jealousy, possessivenessâhowever you wanna call itâstarted to take ahold of her.
She goes further, sliding her hand through your jeans, putting pressure on your clit. Your breath hitches, a quiet gasp slipping through your lips.
She doesn't move her hand, instead, she only adds more pressure, an electrifying feeling dancing around your body, your entrance clenching around nothing. You bite your knuckles as she slowly unbuttons your pants, your eyes not moving away from her. She takes the hem of your jeans and pulls it down, placing a finger on her lips, advising you to be quiet. She kneels, now being face to face with the wetness that's spreading across your panties.
The fabric is annoying Dani so she decides to take it off, leaving you naked from your hips down. A little yelp slides through your mouth, her eyes piercing through you, eyebrows raising.
"Quiet." She whispers with a firm tone.
She's not playing around, she goes straight to business, no foreplay. Her fingers slide through your lips, opening your folds as your wetness sticks to her fingers, spreading them open to she the stripe between her digits. She looks at you asking for permission, to which you nod eagerly, a soft giggle leaving her mouth. She slips one finger in and groans when you clench around her. She teases you a little, pushing it deeper inside you but making sure to leave you hanging, waiting for more. Then she inserts another finger, mouth opening in surprise at how tight you are around her.
"Fuck, you're tightâ" Her voice breaks when she's knuckles deep inside you, you squeeze your lips shut trying not to make a sound.
Your mouth falls open, panting, head tilting back, your hands flying to Dani's hair, your muscles tense in a now pleasant way, your legs twitching slightly.
Dani starts to move her fingers slowly, letting you adjust to them, her thumb rubbing your clit at the same pace. It drives you crazy, and she knows it, she wants you to ask, beg for it, to moan her name when you tell her to go fasterâ because you really need her to go faster.
"Fastâ" You mumble, a moan cutting you off.
"What?" She couldn't hear you well, you're a complete mess on her fingers.
"Faster."
"Faster?"
"Faster, Daniâplease!" You correct yourself, words coming a little bit loud for her liking, but she couldn't care less, having you here being a complete mess for her, beggingâit was worth it.
She smiles proudly. "As you wish, princess." With that being said, her fingers start to thrust roughly, sticky noises echoing though the bathroom walls, your hand gripping the sink so tightly until your knuckles turn white, your left hand pressing against your mouth, keeping you quiet.
Her smile only grows wider as she watches you fight for steadiness, your legs trembling forcefully, your clit twitching under her touch, your hair is starting to stick to your forehead due to the sweat dripping down. It's impossible not to make a sound when she's fucking you oh so we'll, she's reaching places that you were unaware of, rubbing your clit the right way, that electrifying feeling running down your body.
You clench around her digits, taking a groan out of her at the sudden tightness. Her hand slowly slides down into her own pants, the same motion she's giving you being replicated behind her clothes.
The mere sight of her masturbating as she fucks you is enough to drive you to the edge, your orgasm closer and closer, eyes rolling to the back of your head in response. It's too much to handle, both hands are now gripping the cold marble, your lip between your teeth, drawing blood from them.
"Geezâ" You gasp. "M' gonna cum!" You hiss, your hips jolting, leaning closer to Dani's touch, addicted to the way she's making you feel. You look desperateâpathetic even, but it's all for her, all just for her eyesm
As you buckle against her touch, a rather loud groan escapes through your lips, body trembling fiercely, riding down your orgasm. "Oh my god..." You try to catch your breath, lifting your hips involuntarily, her lips giving your clit a little peck, to which your body responds by twitching forcefullyâoverstimulated.
"Good girl." Dani whispers, sending shivers down your core.
You hear her stand up, your eyes remain closed, taking a moment to process. The sound of the water rumbles, she starts to wash her hands, cleaning the rest of your wetness off her fingers, not wanting to raise suspicion with among her friends.
When you finally get over your orgasm, you look in her direction, she blows you a kiss. When she finishes washing her hands, she steals a little peck from your lips, to later give you a proper one, your hands placed on the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
"Come on, fix whatever you have to," She pats your the side of your thigh. "we gotta go back outside."
You whine at her words, wanting to stay more time alone with her, but the knocks on the bathroom door tell you maybe is a good idea.
You fix your hair, trying to make it look casual, as if nothing happened. Dani can only stare and admire you, and it makes her wet knowing her fingers were deep inside you seconds ago.
"Let's go." She extends her hand to you, guiding you out the bathroom, your head already scheming an excuse to tell the rest.
âïž explicit sexual content · oral sex · g!p power bottom!lara · multiple orgasms · spit play · anal fingering · overstimulation · aftercare (still horny) · 7th member!reader · barely any plot
Summary: In the same girl group, you and Lara are supposed to keep things professionalâbut behind closed doors, she fucks you like she owns you. It was supposed to be just sex. Except Lara wants more. (5.2k words)
The room still smelled like sweat and hairspray.
Rehearsal had just wrapped. Costumes were half-hung, half-forgotten. Makeup smudged, lashes uneven. Someoneâs heels were kicked off near the mirrors. But none of that mattered now.
Because Lara was staring at you again.
From across the dressing room, she leaned against the wall like she didnât care. Hair tied up but messy, damp at the edges from dancing. Her shirt was still riding up from their last number, exposing a sliver of taut, brown stomach, shimmering faintly with sweat. She hadnât bothered pulling it down.
You tried not to look. Or maybe you wanted her to notice you looking. It was always hard to tell.
Someone cracked a joke nearby, laughter filled the space, but the tension between you and Lara was quiet, separate. Charged.
You bent down to grab your water bottle, and when you stood up, she was closer. Just a few steps. Just enough to feel the heat of her body when she passed behind you, not touching, but near enough to make your skin twitch.
âCareful,â she murmured, just for you. âYouâre looking at me like you want something.â
You glanced over your shoulder. âYouâre imagining things.â
She smirked, voice low. âNo. Iâve already imagined it. Again. And again.â
Your heart skipped.
âLara,â you warned under your breath.
But she didnât back off. Her fingers brushed your lower back as she passed by. Just once. Light as air. Too casual to be scandalous. Too deliberate to be innocent.
You watched her disappear into the hallway toward her dressing room, her sweatpants slung low, waistband dipped just enough to tempt.
You told yourself you wouldnât follow her. And for once you really didnât.Â
Except when you got back home to your new dorm where each member finally got their own rooms, her knock landed soft against your door.
And when you opened it, she didnât say a word, she just pushed you inside, her lips already parting, eyes already burning.
Itâs dangerous, the way she looks at you, back resting against your headboard, one leg lazily bent, the other dangling off the bed like sheâs not even trying. Her strong gaze locked on you, dark and slow, heavy with hunger but not desperation. Lara doesnât beg.
She summons.
âTake it off,â she says softly, chin tilted like sheâs bored. Her tone is quiet, a murmur, a melody, but it lands on your skin like a command.
You peel your shirt off, slow, letting your bra drop behind it. She watches your every move, lips parted just barely, her breathing already shifting. Thereâs a raw kind of want in her eyes, but still no urgency. She drips with control even now, stretched out in her tank top and boxers like the queen of someone elseâs bed.
âSit on my face.â
You blink.
She raises a brow. âI said⊠come sit on my face.â
Thereâs heat in your stomach, but your legs move before your brain catches up. She guides you wordlessly, fingers on your hips, pulling you up so your thighs are bracketing her head. Her warm brown hands complements beautifully against your skin as she lays back, eyes glittering.
Even now, beneath you, she looks powerful. A dominant bottom to her core.
You hesitate for half a second, and she smiles. That smug, lopsided grin that knows exactly what sheâs about to do to you.
âDonât be shy, baby. I want to taste you.â
And then her tongue is on you.
A sharp gasp leaves your mouth as her lips part around your folds, licking slow and deep, like sheâs tasting something sacred. She doesnât rush. Lara licks like sheâs making a point. Her tongue flicks against your clit with a rhythm thatâs both cruel and delicious, building heat slowly, layering it like silk.
You brace yourself on the headboard, hips trembling as her moans vibrate into your core. And she moans sweetly, high-pitched, almost delicate. The kind of sound that shouldnât come from someone who acts like she could ruin you without lifting a finger.
âYou taste so fucking good,â she purrs between licks. Her voice is muffled but still smug, dripping with affection and heat. âGrind on me. Come on. Ride it.â
You do. You grind on her mouth, your thighs shaking, her nose bumping your clit in perfect rhythm. She doesnât stop, doesnât flinch, just licks deeper, fingers digging into your hips to hold you down even as you whimper.
And when you cum, it hits fast, messy, gasping, full-bodied. You moan her name, and she just keeps going, tongue flicking through the aftershocks until you beg her to stop.
When you slide off her, panting, your thighs soaked and trembling, Laraâs face is wet, her lips swollen, her eyes wild.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and grins, voice syrupy and wrecked.
âI could eat you for hours,â she murmurs. âBut I need your mouth now.â
You crawl between her legs, still catching your breath, tugging her boxers down to reveal her thick, dark cock, already hard and twitching against her stomach. Sheâs bigger than you remembered. Warm brown, veined, curved, leaking, a single drop sliding down the tip.
âFuck,â you breathe.
Laraâs voice is soft again. âI know.â
She spreads her legs just slightly, enough to give you space, but not too much. Sheâs inviting, not offering. Still holding the reins.
You lick your lips and lower your mouth to her shaft, dragging your tongue along the underside slowly. Lara moans, high and breathy, her hand tightening in your hair.
âYouâre so good at this,â she whimpers, voice so femininely soft, it makes your thighs clench again. âI love the way your mouth feels on my dick.â
You take her deeper, swirling your tongue around the head, and her hips jerk, the first time she loses composure. Still, her voice never stops.
âDeeper. Please. I want you to take all of me.â
And you do. You suck her slowly, hands working the base, watching her fall apart while still somehow holding on to that dangerous glint in her eyes. Even while moaning, Lara never really gives up control.
She doesnât have to move to dominate youâshe commands with her voice, her tension, the way she lets you worship her like a dark, divine heat.
When her abs twitch and she grits out a warning, you pull off with a wet pop.
âNo,â you whisper. âNot yet.â
Her cock bobs between her thighs, slick and aching. She watches you through half-lidded eyes, breathless.
âThen sit on it,â she murmurs, smiling. âI want you to ride me until I canât speak.â
Her cock is slick and flushed, lying against her stomach as you grind your soaked pussy along the length of it. It leaves a mess on her skinâthick, glistening trails of arousal coating the rich brown shaft. It twitches beneath you, responding to every movement, to the heat dripping from between your thighs.
Lara exhales like sheâs holding back something primal.
She doesnât say it, but her mind is burning. She loves how wet you are.
She can feel the slippery heat of you coating her, warm and silky and obscene. It makes her ache in the best way, cock heavy and pulsing, balls tightening as more precum beads at the tip.
You reach down, guiding her to your entrance. The moment the head of her cock presses against you, you both freezeâjust breathing, just feeling. Sheâs so thick. Youâre soaked, almost embarrassingly wet, but your body still stretches slowly to take her in.
Her mouth falls open when you sink down on her.
âFuck,â she whispers, voice breaking into a whimper.
She doesnât mean to make the noise so pretty. It just slips outâsoft, vulnerable, ruined. And you feel all of it. The way her cock fills you, smooth and thick and hot, stretching you open in a way nothing else does. You can feel the subtle curve pressing against your walls, the pressure building, the slick of her precum mixing with your wetness.
Sheâs drenched. Youâre wetter.
You bottom out, thighs pressed to hers, and just stay there for a second. She twitches inside you.
You can hear itâthe squelch of your pussy clenching around her, the slick sound of your fluids mixing. Itâs raw and filthy and perfect. Youâre full, and Lara is pulsing inside you, lips parted, brows furrowed like sheâs trying not to lose control.
Her voice comes out high and sweet, breathy and uneven. âYou feel so good inside. So warm. Youâre gonna fuck the cum out of me if you move like that.â
You start to grind, slow and deep, rolling your hips so her cock drags against your walls. Her moans start to break. Sheâs trying to stay dominant, trying to say something commanding, but her voice is laced with desperation.
In her mind, sheâs losing it. She loves how tight you are. How you drip all over her, make a mess of her cock. How you ride her like you were made to. She can feel you milking her already.
You lean forward, pressing your chest to hers, letting your hips rise and fall in rhythm. Every time you drop back down, her cock sinks in deeper. Your wetness coats her completely, the creamy slick sounds filling the room.
âYouâre so deep,â you pant. âItâs so wet. Can you feel how soaked I am for you?â
Laraâs nails dig into your ass, and she moans in response. Her eyes flutter shut for half a second, but she opens them again. Staring at you like she needs to memorize everythingâyour face, your pussy swallowing her cock, the way you tremble when her tip brushes your cervix.
You ride her harder, faster. Her stomach tenses. Your wetness starts dripping down her thighs, a mix of slick and precum and everything between. It feels endless. Messy. Perfect.
Your own orgasm starts to build againâtight and pulsing. Youâre grinding down, clenching around her. She feels it. She grips your waist harder, her voice suddenly trembling.
âFuck. Youâre gonna make meâshitâdonât stop.â
You donât. You want it. You want her to fall apart underneath you.
She tenses, thighs shaking, cock throbbing violently. And then she lets out a high, broken moan, so feminine it doesnât match how deep she is inside you.
She cums hard.
Her cock jerks inside you as hot, thick ropes of cum spill into your pussy, coating your walls with every pulse. You can feel itâthe texture of it, warm and heavy, sticky and spreading inside you. Some of it leaks out as you keep grinding, the sound of wet skin and slick fluids louder now, dripping down her shaft.
Sheâs still moaning, still breathless, but her voice drops into something low, shaky.
âI love how full you make me feel,â she whispers. âKeep going. I donât want you to stop yet.â
You donât. You chase your own orgasm, slamming your hips down harder, using her cock just as much as she uses you with her words. Her cum makes it easierâthicker, messier, and the pressure builds faster.
You cum with a cry, burying your face in her neck, pussy fluttering around her cock, pushing more of her release out onto her thighs and the sheets below.
Lara just holds you. Still inside you, cock twitching, still so hard itâs almost unfair.
She kisses your shoulder.
Your body trembles against hers, slick and flushed, still twitching around her cock as the aftershocks ripple through you.
Lara stays still beneath you, breathing heavy, one hand dragging softly down your spine. Her cock softens slightly, sliding out with a wet sound that makes you both gasp. You feel the warmth of her cum slipping out of you, thick and slow, pooling between your thighs and onto her stomach.
But she doesnât move to clean up.
She just pulls you forward, lips brushing your chest, fingers gripping your waist again.
âCome here,â she murmurs.
You shift upward, your pussy dragging across the soft curve of her abs, slick with both your wetness and her cum. She hisses through her teeth. Her stomach flexes as you move, and you feel the texture of muscle, taut and slippery beneath you. It glides against your folds, smearing the mess between your bodies as her fingers start to rock your hips, gentle at first.
Her lips move to your neck, slow, open-mouthed kisses melting into your skin.
She licks up your throat, then down, sucking lightly between each kiss. Her mouth finds your collarbone, then lower. She nuzzles your tits, tongue teasing one nipple, then the other, sucking until the soft bites bloom into bruises.
âYouâre so sensitive,â she whispers against your skin. âI can feel how wet you are. Still soaking me.â
Your hips rock harder against her abs, dragging your clit over the ridge of muscle, through the slippery, cum-coated heat. You whimper. Itâs overwhelmingâslippery, filthy, intimate. Her abs grind perfectly against you, the texture of her skin wet and hot, every inch of her body used to make you cum again.
And then, you feel it.
Her cock stiffens beneath youâfast and heavyâpressing up on your ass. The heat of her arousal is immediate, overwhelming.
Lara groans, voice cracking, low and dangerous.
âFuck this.â
She shifts under you so suddenly it knocks your breath out. Strong hands grip your thighs, flipping you onto your back in one motion. Her body covers yours. Her hand grabs the base of her cock and guides it back to your entrance without a word.
She slams into you.
Hard.
You cry out, fingernails digging into her shoulders as she drives her cock deep, thrusting into you without pause, without mercy. Her hips slap against yours, her balls heavy against your ass, the sound of skin meeting skin wet and rapid, each stroke driving the air from your lungs.
Your slick explodes around her, the pressure and speed pushing her cum from earlier out around her cock, making the whole thing sloppy, loud, so fucking wet.
Lara moans, high and broken again, but her voice is tinted now with something wild.
âI need you to take it,â she pants. âI need to fill you again. Iâm not done with you.â
You donât even hesitate.
âHarder,â you beg, voice barely audible between your gasps. âPlease, Laraâfuck me harder.â
Her teeth graze your shoulder.
âYou want more?â
You nod, legs wrapping around her waist.
She grabs your wrists, pins them above your head. Her hips roll deeper, rougher, dick dragging through every sensitive inch of you. The texture of her shaft is slick and relentless, stretching you again and again until you feel dizzy from the fullness.
Your body bounces with each thrust, slick running down between your cheeks, soaking the sheets. You canât think. You canât breathe. Youâre nothing but open heat and hunger and Laraâs cock pounding into you like sheâs trying to ruin you.
Her voice drops to a whisperâstill sweet, still feminineâbut now sharp with obsession.
âYouâre mine,â she says. âSay it.â
âIâm yours,â you gasp.
She drives deeper.
âLouder.â
âIâm yours!â
Her cock twitches inside you, and she groans, dropping her forehead to yours. Sheâs so close, you can feel it, her entire body trembling above you.
And still, despite the roughness, the mess, the overstimulation, you whisperâ
âMore.â
You feel her start to lose rhythm, hips stuttering, cock pulsing harder inside you. Sheâs close. So close you can feel her release winding up, her breath hitching, moans breaking into smaller, sharper pieces. You wrap your legs tighter around her waist, trying to pull her deeper.
She slams into you again, deep and punishing.
And thenâshe stops.
Lara lets out a guttural, frustrated growl as she pulls out suddenly, her cock slick and twitching, the head flushed and leaking thick, hot precum.
âFucking hell,â she breathes, voice shaking.
You whimper at the emptiness. Youâre drippingâher cum, your wetness, everything sticky and hot between your thighs. Her cock drags across your slit, and itâs too much, too slippery, too good.
She leans back, straddling your hips, one hand on her cock as she slowly rubs the shaft against your pussy, not pushing in, just grinding. Her slick skin slides along your folds, smearing your juices together, pushing into your clit with every slow thrust.
Sheâs panting, her brows furrowed in restraint.
âYou feel that?â she murmurs. âSo fucking wet⊠I could slide in with nothing but the weight of my cock.â
You nod, body arching for her, desperate.
But she doesnât give it to you. Not yet.
She keeps thrusting over you, cock riding the length of your slit, the mess building with every second. Youâre both soaked, the head of her cock shining with your slick, trails of arousal stringing from your folds to her shaft. You can hear itâobscene, sloppy, sticky friction filling the room.
She closes her eyes, breathes hard through her nose. Trying to calm herself. To delay the explosion. To prove sheâs still the one in control.
Then her eyes snap open.
She spits. Right into your mouth.
Your lips part without hesitation, and her warm saliva lands on your tongue, thick and heavy. You moan as you swallow it, tasting her, wanting more. She leans down, grabbing your jaw, her mouth crashing into yours in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
Itâs disgusting. Perfect.
Tongues sliding against each other, breath exchanged hot and fast, spit mixing and dripping from both your mouths. She moans into you, biting your lower lip, licking into your throat like she wants to devour you.
You kiss her back just as hard, pulling her closer until your bodies are flush again.
She growls against your mouth.
âIâm not done,â she says. âSpread your legs.â
You obey, thighs parting wide as she grabs her cock and shoves back into you hardâno warning nor any hesitation. She pounds into you, rougher than before, her breath ragged, sweat dripping from her brow onto your chest.
Youâre already soaked, but now the friction is loud, fast, uncontrollable. Her cock drives into you like itâs the last time, every thrust sending slick splashing out around her, coating your thighs, your ass, the sheets.
Her mouth is still on yours. She spits into you again mid-thrust, and you swallow it like itâs a promise.
âSay it,â she growls. âSay you fucking love when I use you like this.â
âI love it,â you moan. âI love your cockâpleaseâdonât stopââ
Your voice breaks as she slams deeper, her tip kissing your cervix over and over again. Your pussy flutters around her, clenching greedily, your body so full you feel her in your stomach.
Her teeth sink into your neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to mark.
âIâm gonna fucking cum,â she moans. âGonna fill you up again. You want it, donât you?â
Youâre already nodding before she finishes the sentence.
Your pussy tightens around her cock with every thrust, the walls fluttering, swollen and slick, straining to keep up with her pace. The noise between your bodies is deafeningâwet, hard, relentless. Every time her hips slam into yours, it forces a loud, obscene squelch of fluids pouring out around her shaft.
âThen fucking take it.â
And this time, she doesnât hold back.
Youâre so wet it drips down your ass, spreading into the sheets below in sticky pools of cum and slick and sweat.
And Lara is fully unraveling.
Her voice is nearly goneâwhat used to be teasing and dominant has broken into breathy moans, choked whispers. Her brows furrow, lips parted, spit and sweat clinging to her mouth. Her cock pulses inside you with each deep thrust, the base now soaked and glossy from your combined mess.
She gasps. âIâm gonna cumâfuckâIâm gonnaââ
You wrap your arms around her, hold her against your chest, and pull her in deeper. She lets out a long, sweet sounding moan into your throat, and then her cock twitches violently.
Hot cum floods into you, thick spurts shooting deep and fast, one after another, each push stuffing more inside until you canât hold it anymore. You feel it leak out around her, spilling in slow, white streams down your crack as her cock jerks inside you, uncontrollably pulsing.
But she doesnât stop.
She canât.
Instead, Lara drops her full weight onto you, pressing your body into the mattress with hers, her sweaty chest sliding against your tits, her face buried in your neck, mouth open, panting into your skin.
And she keeps fucking you.
Her hips move slower now, but deeper, grinding her cock through the mess she just poured inside you, pushing it deeper, sloppier. Every thrust forces more of her cum to spill out, warm and sticky against your thighs.
You whimper into her ear. âToo muchâfuckâLaraââ
She shushes you with a kiss to your throat, her voice hoarse, breath hot. âNo, you can take it. You can take all of it.â
Her thighs tremble above yours. Sheâs twitching, her cock raw and sensitive, yet still buried deep inside you, grinding with desperate need. Her sweat slicks your stomach. Her breasts slide against yours with every movement, the heat between your bodies overwhelming.
Sheâs not speaking anymoreâonly moaning softly into your neck, her breath broken, her lips trembling where they press against your throat.
You wrap your legs around her back, locking her in. She groans, thick and needy, her cock pulsing inside you.
âYouâre still hard,â you whisper, dazed, ruined, voice cracking with disbelief.
Lara doesnât answer. She only thrusts deeper, slowly, hips stuttering from overstimulation, still chasing something deeper, darker. But you feel how much sheâs trembling. Sheâs hanging on by a thread.
And thatâs when a thought hits you.
Youâre soaked. Her cum, your slick, sweat, it coats everything. Your inner thighs are drenched, your folds swollen, messy with the proof of how much you both needed this.
You slide one hand between your bodies, fingers brushing your own slit. Itâs slippery, dripping, warm, perfect. You drag your fingers through the mess, coating them in your mixed fluids, and reach lower, behind her.
She flinches the moment your fingers brush over her ass.
âF-Fuckâwhat are youââ
But she doesnât stop you. She doesnât pull away.
Her body freezes above yours for half a second, and you feel her cock throb hard inside you, twitching violently, her jaw slack with shock.
You tease her rim with your fingers, slow, slick circles, letting your wetness lube her up as her hole clenches under your touch.
She moans. Loud. High-pitched, feminine, and desperate.
Her face buries deeper into your neck.
âYouâre gonna drive me fucking crazy,â she pants, voice cracking. âYou donât know what youâre doing to me.â
But you do.
You press one finger insideâslow, gentleâbarely past the tip. She gasps, her whole body shuddering above yours. Her cock twitches again, thrusting instinctively deeper into your pussy. The feeling of your finger inside her, your walls squeezing her at the same time, and it breaks her rhythm completely.
Sheâs trying to keep fucking you, to stay in control, but her hips are grinding now, messy and frantic, her ass pushing back into your hand with each thrust. Your finger slips deeper, snug and slick, and her moans turn into whimpers.
âPleaseâdonât stop,â she breathes. âJust like that.â
You kiss her jaw, bite her neck, push your finger all the way in, then start to curl it slowly inside her. Her body is trembling hard now. Her cock drives in and out of you like sheâs lost in it, driven purely by nerve and hunger, every thrust squelching through cum and slick thatâs coating both of you, soaking the sheets below.
Your finger pumps in time with her hips, gently fingering her hole as she fucks you harder, more desperately. Her ass clenches around you, and she lets out another broken moan, buried in your skin, lost.
âFeels so fucking goodââ she whines. âIâm gonna cum againâshitâdonât stopâdonât stopââ
The overstimulation hits both of you like a drug. Your pussy is spasming, sensitive and puffy, unable to stop clenching around her cock as it slides through the mixture of cum and slick. Laraâs body twitches each time your walls squeeze down.
Sheâs beyond words now.
Her hips start jerking erratically, not from rhythm, but needâthe raw urge to keep you plugged, stuffed, marked. Every inch of her skin is slick with sweat, her scent mixing with yours, her cum mixing with your own arousal in a full-body mess.
She mouths your name again and again, lips dragging over your jaw, your neck, your ear. You feel her spit wet on your collarbone. You feel her cock throb inside you again, a second orgasm building under her breath.
âLara, Iâm gonnaââ you choke.
You can feel it building. Her body is a live wireâcock swelling, muscles tightening, everything slick and hot and shaking. Her thrusts get shorter, deeper, more erratic. You finger her faster, grinding your hips up into her at the same time, giving her everything.
And then she breaks.
Lara sobs out a moan as her cock explodes inside you again, spilling a second messy, hot load into your pussy, her hole clenching tight around your fingers as her entire body convulses.
Your back arches as you shatter.
Your pussy clenches violently around her, milking her through it, forcing more cum out of her twitching cock, both of you gasping into each otherâs mouths, kissing messily, biting, panting, crying out into the sweat-soaked dark.
She doesnât stop thrusting. Even as she cums. Even as she cries out. Even as her cock throbs inside your already-stretched, cum-filled cunt.
She keeps fucking you through it, through the overstimulation, sweat dripping off her face, hips grinding, trembling, body convulsing as you hold her, buried inside and out.
Sheâs panting into your ear now, voice thin and wrecked.
âIâm yours. All fucking yours.â
The room is heavy with heat.
The air smells like sweat, sex, and everything you poured into each other.
Youâre still wrapped around her, limbs tangled, bodies fused by slick and cum and whateverâs left of your breath.
Lara finally stops moving.
Not because sheâs spentâno, her cock is still deep inside you, warm, thick, twitchingâbut because she knows you need it. She rests her weight on you completely, her head tucked under your chin, hair damp and wild against your neck. Her breath fans across your collarbone, hot and uneven.
âI didnât mean to go that hard,â she murmurs, voice small and shaky.
You smile into her hair, fingers gently combing through it. âYou always say that.â
She lets out a soft, breathy laugh, but it fades quickly.
Her lips move against your skin again. Kisses. Gentle, open-mouthed. Soft at first. But with every kiss, she lingers longer. Mouth pressed to your chest. Then your jaw. Then the side of your throat. Each one slower, wetter, needier.
Sheâs trying to be good. Gentle.
But her cock twitches again inside you, and she gasps, half surprise, half frustration.
âGod, Iâm still hard,â she whispers. She sounds almost embarrassed. âYou really do something to me.â
You hum in response, rubbing her back. You can feel her sweat cooling on her skin, her thighs still trembling against yours.
She pulls back slightly to look at you. Her face is flushed, her hair a mess. But her eyes? Theyâre dark. Still hungry. Even as she holds you like youâre fragile, that look never softens.
Itâs not gone. Her need.
âEvery time I kiss you,â she says quietly, âit gets worse.â
You tilt your head, teasing. âThen stop kissing me.â
Her eyes narrow. She leans in and kisses you againâslow, tender, but deep. Tongue sliding against yours. Itâs supposed to be sweet, but the moment your mouths connect, the heat flares right back up between you. You feel her cock throb inside you again.
She breaks the kiss with a shaky exhale.
ââŠSee?â she says, her voice barely there. âI canât. I literally canât stop.â
You run your fingers down her back. âYou donât have to. Just⊠stay here.â
Lara nods, pressing her forehead to yours.
âI will,â she whispers. âIâm not going anywhere.â
She stays buried inside you, even as her hips settle. Even as her hands stroke gently over your skin. She kisses your shoulder, your chest, your cheek. Not asking for more. Just⊠burning.
Because thatâs what she is. Even in aftercare, Lara doesnât cool down.
She just simmers.
Lara shifts her hips now and thenâslow, subtle, like her body refuses to disconnect. Each movement pushes the mess deeper, making you shiver under her.
You stroke her back with one hand, the other gently resting against her waist. Her skin is hot to the touch. Still flushed. Still glistening.
âI should move,â she murmurs, not moving at all.
You hum in response, fingers curling lightly into her side. âBut you wonât.â
âNo,â she admits softly. âI donât want to.â
You lie there for a few more seconds. Her breathing evens out, her heart still hammering against your chest.
Then she speaks again quietly, like the words might come apart if she says them too loud.
âI hate that we have to pretend.â
You blink slowly, surprised by her honesty. Her voice is fragile now, stripped of her usual edge. Sheâs no longer the dominant bottom trying to wreck you. Sheâs just Lara, your sweet member, brown skin flushed, her body trembling against yours.
âI hate walking past you like none of this happened,â she says. âLike I donât think about you constantly.â
You feel her cock twitch again inside you, just a little.
âI know weâre in the group. I know weâre supposed to be professional. But I canât even stand next to you without remembering what you sound like when you cum.â
She lifts her head, eyes glassy but sharp. Her lips hover near yours.
âYouâre older. You know better,â she says, a faint smile tugging at her mouth. âBut you keep letting me fuck you.â
You raise your eyebrows, voice soft. âYou think I let you?â
That earns a low, breathless laugh from her. She kisses you once, sweet and slow, but her hips grind into you again, like her body needs to match the weight of her confession.
âI want more than this,â she says, almost a whisper. âNot just the fucking. Not just sneaking into each otherâs rooms after rehearsals.â
Her voice catches in her throat. Her cock pulses gently inside you.
âI want to take you out. Kiss your hand in public. Wake up next to you and not have to leave before anyone sees.â
Her forehead presses to yours, eyes closed now.
âAnd every time I say I wonât do this again⊠I end up buried inside you anyway. Because I canât stay away.â
You donât say anything at first. Your hands tighten around her, and her breath hitches again, like sheâs afraid youâll pull away.
But you donât. Instead, you lean in and kiss her temple.
âI think about you all the time,â you whisper. âEven when I shouldnât.â
Her throat bobs as she swallows, âI really donât want to be your secret,â she says, âNot anymore.â
Then, quietly, with a tremble in her voiceâ
âBut Iâll stay one, if it means I still get to have you.â
Her hips grind once more, slow and sticky. Not for climax. Just to feel close. To stay inside. To stay connected. Her cock throbs lazily, still half-hard, surrounded by the cum she filled you with. She moans softly into your neck, not even trying to hide how turned on she still is.
And even in this momentâraw, vulnerable, honestâyou both knowâŠÂ
â đđââË tear the petals off of you âč megan skiendiel
âč àŁȘ Ë synopsis megan meiyok skiendiel, a footballer girl at your school which is your friend. you both have secretly a crush on each other without knowing it. when a football match takes place, she asks you to come, and you honestly werenât prepared for what was going to happen here
there was something magnetic about her â the way her long dark and pink hair stuck to her forehead after a tough practice, the way her laugh cracked through the air during lunch, the way she moved with ease and purpose on the football field. she was confident but never cocky, always playful but serious when it counted. and you? you were quietly, completely, pathetically in love with her
she was your friend. thatâs what made it hard. thatâs what made it torture
you never expected anything. she had this kind of untouchable aura, the kind of person who could break hearts with a wink and never even know she did it. so when she invited you to her big game â specifically you, even though sheâd mentioned it in front of your friends â you went, of course. because it was Megan. and youâd show up for her, even if it meant sitting through a heart-stopping 90 minutes watching her sprint, sweat, and smile for someone who wasnât you
except she kept glancing at the crowd. at you
âwhy does it feel like sheâs looking right at you?â your friend whispered
âsheâs not,â you muttered quickly, cheeks warming
but she was
the match was tight. one point away from victory. her team was fighting tooth and nail, and the tension in the stands buzzed like static. you sat forward, gripping the edge of your seat. megan sprinted across the field with that familiar fire in her eyes, her focus razor-sharp
and then it happened
she made the shot. the last, impossible goal. the crowd erupted
your friends jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming. and then â then â megan turned around, chest heaving, sweat glistening, and pointed directly at you in the crowd
with that signature smirk
âthis oneâs for you, babeâ
everything stopped. your jaw dropped. your heart stopped and your face burned
âbabe? babe!â one of your friends shouted, grabbing your arm in disbelief. âoh my godââ
you sank into your seat, blinking fast, your entire body buzzing. your friends were howling with laughter and fake swooning around you, teasing you mercilessly. you couldnât even be embarrassed. you were in shock
when the match ended and the crowd started to thin, you were still sitting there, your brain whirring with a thousand questions. was she serious? was it a joke? did she really meanâ
then megan appeared
still in her uniform, hair a mess, grinning like a devil with a secret. she found you instantly
âthere you are,â she said softly, grabbing your hand. âcome with meâ
you didnât even hesitate
the two of you weaved through the lingering crowd until you reached the side of the field, and then around the corner toward the changing rooms. you heard your friends catcalling behind you, but all of it faded under the thrum of your pulse
inside, the changing room was quiet and echoey. she closed the door behind you
and before you could speak, before you could ask anything, megan stepped forward and kissed you
soft, sure, completely overwhelming
you melted
her hands cupped your face like you were something precious, and her lips moved against yours with a quiet urgency, like sheâd been waiting too long to do this. when she finally pulled back, you were breathless
âiâve liked you for so long,â she murmured, forehead resting against yours. âyou have no idea how many times i talked about you at training. my teammates are sick of hearing your nameâ
you laughed, stunned. âyou â you like me?â
âi love you,â she said, no hesitation
your chest swelled. âi â i love you tooâ
she kissed you again, quicker this time, smiling against your lips. eventually, reluctantly, the two of you untangled and stepped out of the changing rooms, fingers laced together
and there they were â your friends and hers, waiting just outside, smirking like cats who got into the cream
âtold you,â one of meganâs teammates said, elbowing another. your friend gasped dramatically and clutched their heart. âso thatâs what the âbabeâ was about!â
âïž explicit sexual content and kink-heavy themes ! · oral · g!p bottom lara · voyeurism · cum play · gag kink · dom!reader · masturbation · pretty disgusting · fluff after sex !
Summary: Your perverted roommate Lara thought she could keep getting off on your things in secret. But you knew. You always knew. Messy, filthy, and a little too tender for how this started. (5.9k words)
Living with Lara had always been a little strange.
You barely knew each other when you both signed the leaseâjust two broke 20-somethings sharing a too-small LA apartment to split rent. She was quiet, intense, and rarely home. When she was around, she kept to herself. Her room was always locked. Her eyes barely met yours at breakfast. She always smelled faintly of niche perfume and chocolate.
But things started to feel⊠off.
Youâd come home and your pillows would be rearranged. Sometimes the sheets were rumpled in a way that didnât match how you left them. Once, your favorite pair of sleep shorts felt damp, it is freshly laundered, but the scent was too⊠organic to be detergent. You knew what it was, even if you never said it out loud.
Part of you was disturbed. The other part? Curious. Intrigued. A little hot under the collar.
So you stopped locking your door. You left your bed made a little too neatly. You started playing a dangerous little game, and Lara had no idea.
It always started with the smell.
That soft, lingering scent of your shampoo pressed into the fibers of the pillow you left behind each morning. The faint traces of sleep, skin, and warmth. Lara told herself she wasnât going to do it again. Every time she slipped into your room when you were gone, it was always the last time. But here she was, again, with your pillow clutched in both fists, her cock already half-hard and pulsing in her boxers.
God, it was filthy. So fucking filthy.
She fell to her knees on your bed like she was praying, and ground down against the pillow. Slowly at first, just enough to let her cock slide against the softness. Her breath hitched.
She buried her face in the fabric. The smell of you was there. Faint, but real. It made her dizzy. She rutted against it harder, her hips stuttering as precum soaked through the cotton of her underwear. Wet. Sticky. Shameful.
âFuck, fuckâŠâ she groaned, low and hoarse. She imagined your voice. Your thighs. The way youâd look if you ever knew what she was doing. She humped harder, dragging her cock up the length of the pillow, then back down, grinding the head into the corner where she could really feel it.
Your name slipped from her lips like a confession.
It wasnât enough.
She sat back for a second, panting, slick staining the front of her boxers. She reached under your bed, her hiding spot, and pulled out a pair of your underwear sheâd stolen days ago. Black cotton. Worn. Slightly stretched.
She didnât even try to fight the urge this time.
Lara brought the crotch to her nose and inhaled hard, eyes fluttering shut. Her other hand gripped her cock through her briefs, jerking slowly, precum leaking freely as she moaned into the fabric.
âFucking hell,â she breathed. âYou smell soââ
She couldnât finish. She was losing it.
She stripped her boxers down just enough to free her cock, thick and flushed and twitching at the air. She pressed your underwear against the head and started stroking herself through it, slow at first, just enough friction to make her legs tremble.
Every inch of her was soaked in lust and guilt. Her thighs were sticky. Her abs flexed as her hips jerked, chasing the rush, rutting her cock up into the warmth of your stolen scent.
âBet youâd hate me if you knew,â she muttered. âOr maybe⊠maybe youâd let meâŠâ
That thought snapped something.
She threw your pillow down, shoved it under her hips, and laid flat over it. One hand working her cock with frantic, slippery strokes, the other fisting your panties to her face as she started to fuck the bed.
The sound of it was disgusting. Wet slaps. Her breathing was ragged. She was leaking all over your sheets. She didnât care anymore.
âGonna cum on your pillow again,â she gasped, gritting her teeth. âYou wonât even know, will you? Fuck, Iâmââ
She came with a loud, broken moan, hips stuttering violently as her cock throbbed and spilled hot cum across the fabric. Some of it soaked into your pillow. Some of it smeared down her shaft and onto your sheets. She didnât stop until she was shaking.
Then silence.
Her chest heaved. Her thighs trembled. She lay there, still gripping your ruined underwear, panting into the mattress as reality slowly bled back in.
She knew she should clean up. Knew this was the last time. Had to be.
But even as she wiped the worst of it off with a corner of the blanket, she was already thinking about next time.
You pushed open the apartment door with the flat of your hand, keys clattering in the bowl beside it. Your feet ached. Your shoulders felt like stone. The LA heat clung to your skin, and you barely managed to toe off your shoes before trudging inside.
Lara was already home which was a bit rare. She glanced up from the kitchen, a water bottle in one hand, her usual quiet calm wrapped around her like armor.
âHey,â you muttered, dropping your bag. âDidnât expect you to be back.â
âWrapped up early,â she said simply, voice low and unreadable.
You nodded, too tired to press. âLucky you.â
She watched you as you moved, not in a friendly way, not even in a concerned way. No, Lara watched you like she was studying you. Like there was something sharp under her skin she couldnât get rid of.
You didnât comment.
You headed straight to your bedroom, not bothering to close the door. Why would you? Lara never came in here. Not when you were home, at least.
You collapsed face-first onto your bed, arms splayed out. The pillow caught your face. Soft, warm from the sun through the window, andâ
Your brow twitched.
Wet spot. Cold, slightly tacky. And underneath that? The scent.
Musky. Bitter-sweet. Sharp.
You knew it instantly.
Sheâd been in here. Again.
You didnât move right away. You let your face stay pressed to the pillow, your cheek half-smeared in what was undeniably Laraâs dried cum. Your heart skipped, then thumped again. Not angry. Not shocked. Not even grossed out.
Turned on.
You turned your head lazily to the side, just enough to look toward the doorway.
And there she was.
Lara stood in your doorframe, water bottle forgotten, eyes locked on the way you were laying on that very same pillow she had fucked just hours ago. Her jaw was tight. Her throat bobbed. Her knuckles were white around the plastic.
You slowly let your gaze drift lower.
There. The outline of her cock straining against her sweatpants. Thick. Obvious. Twitching.
She shifted like she could hide it, but it was too late. You saw it. She knew you did.
You didnât say a word.
Just dragged your cheek slowly along the pillow, rubbing yourself against her mess like it meant nothing. Like it wasnât your roommateâs filthy secret from earlier. Like you didnât know she was standing there, half-hard and staring, desperate to know what you were thinking.
Then you looked at her again, your expression calm. Maybe a little smug.
âYou good?â you asked casually, voice slightly muffled.
She blinked. âY-yeah. Just⊠wanted to see if you needed anything.â
You let your eyes linger on her bulge for a second too long. Then turned away, nestling your face right back into the stained pillow.
âIâm good.â
And you let her stand there. Staring. Rock hard. Guilty. Aching.
And you smiled to yourselfâjust a little.
It was happening again.
You could feel it, the shift in the air, the silence of the apartment, the way the floor creaked under the exact same weight it always did when Lara thought you were gone.
She was careful, sure. But not careful enough.
You waited.
Back pressed to the hallway wall, phone on silent, bare feet sinking into the carpet. Youâd left your bedroom door half-open on purpose, your bed made just the way she liked itâpillow fluffed, your worn sleep shirt tossed lazily across the comforter, the one she always lingered around when doing laundry.
It didnât take long.
She stepped in like a thief, slow, shoulders tense, sweatpants riding low on her hips. She closed the door behind her with that same quiet reverence she probably used when entering sacred places.
You inched forward. Just enough to peek through the crack.
And there it was.
She knelt at the edge of your bed, already breathing heavy. One hand slid under the hem of your sleep shirt, lifting it to her face. She moaned.
Like it hurt.
She rubbed the fabric against her cheek, her lips, then lower, dragging it down her chest as her other hand fumbled inside her sweats. You watched her cock spring free, flushed red and soaked at the tip, already leaking against her knuckles.
She didnât even hesitate.
She climbed onto your bed, knees spread wide, thighs shaking, and dragged your pillow into her lap like she owned it. The second she grinded her cock along the surface, her whole body jerked.
âFucking Christ,â she hissed under her breath. âYou smell so good, babyâŠâ
You swallowed. Heat coiled in your belly. But you stayed silent.
Watched.
Lara rocked her hips, her cock rutting shamelessly into the pillow. She rolled her face into your shirt like it was your skin, drooling into the cotton. Her breathing went ragged. The room filled with wet soundsâthick, obscene strokes and soft, choked groans.
She was desperate.
âGonna fucking cum all over it again,â she muttered, almost drunk. âYou wonât even know⊠fuck, Iââ
Your hand hit the light switch.
Click.
She froze.
Turned.
And saw you.
You stood there in the doorway, half in shadow, half lit by the hallway light. Arms crossed. One brow raised. Your expression unreadable.
Laraâs entire body stiffened. Her hand dropped away from her cock like sheâd been burned. Your pillow was soaked beneath her, and your shirt was still clutched in her fist, damp where sheâd been grinding her face into it.
âIâfuckâthis isnâtââ she stammered, trying to pull her sweats up. Her cock slapped against her belly, still slick and twitching.
You stepped into the room slowly. âYou know,â you said softly, voice calm and cutting through her panic like a knife, âfor someone so smart, youâre really fucking stupid.â
Laraâs eyes widened. âWaitâpleaseâdonât be madâjust let meââ
âShut up,â you said, voice low. You walked closer, until you were at the edge of the bed, looking down at her.
She looked up at you like a sinner caught in the middle of confessionâflushed, humiliated, hard as hell.
Your gaze dropped to her cock. Still pulsing. Still aching.
Lara stared up at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted like she was trying to breathe but couldnât. Her cock twitched between you, flushed and slick, still leaking onto the pillow sheâd just been humping like some desperate pervert.
You didnât look away.
You watched her fall apart beneath you, every second of it. Her shame, her heat, the aching need she couldnât hide now even if she wanted to.
You grabbed her by the chin, firm but not cruel, and tilted her head up.
âI knew you were doing this,â you murmured. âThe smell. The stains. The way youâd look at me after, all flushed and guilty. Thought Iâd let it slide forever?â
Laraâs heart slammed into her ribs. You knew. Of course you knew. Lara had been so fucking obviousâlike a dog sniffing after its ownerâs laundry.
She swallowed hard. âI thoughtâI didnât know if youâfuck, I couldnât help it.â
âGod, donât stop. Donât leave. I donât care how disgusting Iâve been. Just⊠donât stop,â Lara pleaded in her head.
âI know,â you whispered, and leaned in. âThatâs why youâre gonna show me just how bad you need it.â
Her whole body burned. Shame, arousal, fearâit all blurred into a single, throbbing ache low in her gut. She let you push her down without protest, her legs parting instinctively. Her back hit the mattress, her ruined pillow cradled under her hips like some filthy altar. Your sleep shirt was still tangled in her fistâwet, crumpled, and clinging to her like a confession.
Her cock throbbed between you, smearing precum across her belly. You watched it twitch, watched her squirm under your touch.
âSheâs looking at it. Watching it twitch. Fuck, she sees everything.â
Then you dropped to your knees. Then finallyâfinallyâlowered your mouth to her cock.
And Lara broke.
She made a sound like something between a gasp and a sob, the air leaving her lungs in a jagged, helpless moan. The warmth of your mouth hit the flushed head of her cock, and she jerked upwardâinstinct, panic, needâbefore your hand slammed down on her hips, pinning her with terrifying ease.
âHoly fuckââ she choked out. Her eyes rolled back. Her vision blurred. Your mouth. Your tongue. She could feel every inch of itâwet, warm, realâdragging over her like you were claiming her.
âIâve dreamed about this. Jerked off to this. Fucked your pillow pretending it was your mouthâand this is better. Fuck, itâs better than I ever thought it could be.â
Spit and precum slicked your chin. She felt it sliding down her length, wet and hot and obscene. Her hands clawed the sheets. The other still clutched your shirt, trembling, like if she let go, sheâd wake up and this would all vanish.
Then you looked up through your lashes, eyes locked on hers, and Lara almost came right then.
âYou ever think about this?â you asked, voice thick, mouth still wet with her. You pulled off with a slick pop that made her cock jump. âWhen you were fucking my pillow? When you were humping my shirt like a little pervert? You think about my mouth on you like this?â
She couldnât speak. Not for a second. ThenââYesâfuck, yes, all the timeââ
âEvery night. Every fucking night. You had no idea what I did to your sheets. What I whispered into your shirt when I came in my hand like a loserââ
You smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
âThen youâre gonna remember this every time you look at my bed.â
Her cock twitched violently, leaking onto her stomach. She was shaking now, chest heaving, thighs tight. You hadnât even really startedâand she was already falling apart.
âSheâs going to ruin me,â Lara thought. And the worst part wasâŠ
She wanted you to.
Lara didnât move as you straddled her hipsâjust laid there beneath you, trembling, her cock throbbing against her stomach, wet with precum and guilt and need.
You stayed in that position, your thighs bracketing her, staring down like you were studying prey. Her shirtâyour shirtâwas still bunched in her fist. Her mouth hung open, lips pink and swollen from biting down every sound she hadnât meant to make.
You reached down.
Pulled your own shirt over your head slowly, your gaze never leaving hers. You dragged it up inch by inchâletting the soft fabric whisper across your stomach, your ribs, your chestâuntil it slipped free.
Lara swallowed like she was parched. Her hips shifted beneath you, cock twitching, desperate for friction, for contact, for anything.
But you werenât done.
You unbuttoned your shorts nextâslow, deliberateâand slid them off, letting them pool around your knees before you kicked them away. You were left in nothing but your panties: thin, pale fabric that clung to the heat between your legs like a second skin.
And soaked.
Darkness bloomed at the center, and Lara saw it, her breath catching like a punch to the chest.
âYou see what you do to me?â you said softly, grinding your hips forward just enough to drag your slick pussy over her bare cock. âYouâve been coming on my things for weeks. Now youâre gonna feel what youâve been missing.â
You didnât take your panties off.
Instead, you rolled your hips.
Slow.
Lara couldnât believe how soaked the fabric wasâso wet it clung to her like a second skin. She could feel everything through it: the heat, the slick drag of her folds, the shape of her cunt pressing down her cock with agonizing slowness.
You dry-humped her cock through the soaked fabric of your underwear, and Lara lost it. A sharp, wrecked moan ripped from her throat as your heat slid along her length, both of you soaked nowâher precum smearing hot and sticky across your panties, your own arousal clinging to her skin.
âGod, sheâs still wearing her panties,â Lara thought. That thin, damp barrier felt more intimate than skin. It made everything messier, dirtierâlike you were taunting her, using her cock for pleasure without even bothering to undress fully.
Laraâs hips twitched up before she could stop them, earning a sharp lookâand she stilled immediately. Fuck. She was at your mercy. And she loved it.
You ground against her harder.
Let her feel the curve of your pussy ride the ridge of her cock. Let her feel how wet you were. How ready. Your thighs tensed, jaw tight, but you held backâdragging it out, savoring every twitch and gasp beneath you.
Lara could feel her own precum smear against the inside of your panties, mixing with her arousal until it was impossible to tell who was wetter. The filth of it sent a pulse straight to her gut.
You ground your hips in slow, punishing circles, dragging your soaked core along Laraâs length until you were shaking. Every pass left her cock slicker, slick enough to slide in if she justâ
âNo. Not yet.â Lara knew you werenât done playing with her.
She felt like a fucking animal in heat, pinned beneath someone who knew exactly how to break her, and was taking her time doing it.
Sheâd touched herself to this fantasy a hundred times. But nothingânot even the sick, guilty thrill of stealing her pillowâhad ever come close to this.
âYouâve been fucking my pillow,â you whispered, fingers tracing down her stomach. âBut it didnât feel like this, did it?â
âN-no,â Lara gasped. âFuck, nothing like thisâpleaseââ
You rutted your hips harder, your soaked panties dragging over the angry red head of her cock, until it was messy, slick, so wet you could hear it, obscene little squelches each time your folds slid over her shaft.
It was too much and not enough. The friction, the heat, the denialâLara wanted to cry. Or beg. Or cum. Maybe all three.
You leaned forward, mouth to her ear.
âYou wanna fuck me?â you asked. âBeg.â
She choked on her breath. âPlease. Please. I need itâI need to feel you, Iâve been dreaming about it for weeks, please justâjust take me, Iâll do anything, I swearââ
You reached between you, cock warm and heavy in your hand, slippery with both your messes.
You lined her up against your soaked, still-covered entrance, pushing them aside with two fingers, just enough to bare the soaked, swollen heat between your legs and position yourself right over her, guiding the thick head of Laraâs cock along your folds.
It slides too easily. Wet. Sticky. Her precum is already everywhere, smeared along your inner thighs, tangled in the fabric between you. Your own slick coats her cock as you grind forward again, letting the head drag over your clit with deliberate slowness.
Below you, Lara chokes on her breath.
âSheâs not even inside me yet,â you think, âAnd sheâs already falling apart.â
Laraâs eyes were wide, nearly glassy. Her cock throbbed between her hips, guided by the grip of your hand, the tip slipping through the heat of your folds again and again.
âSheâs so wet,â Lara thought, dazed. âSo warm, and Iâm not even in her yet.â
Her thighs trembled. Her fists clenched the sheets, knuckles white. She felt like an animal, trapped beneath something bigger, smarter, more dangerous. Your eyes on her made her feel seen, exposed in a way she couldnât recover from.
She wanted to beg.
She wanted to cry.
She wanted to stay right here forever with your pussy dragging over her cock like it was the most natural, filthy thing in the world.
You hold yourself right above the head now, just barely touching, and look down at her. Flushed cheeks. Glossy eyes. Her mouth slightly open, waiting for permission that you never gave.
You were done teasing.
The ache between your legs was unbearable now. Wet, pulsing, soaked through fabric that clung to your folds like a second skin. You reached down and peeled your panties off slowly, the fabric dragging sticky and warm from your slick.
They were drenched.
The dark patch spread nearly from gusset to hem, glistening under the low light of your bedroom. You held them up, not just to remove them, but to show her. To make her look.
Laraâs eyes locked on them like she couldnât breathe.
âThose were just on her. She was grinding on me in those. Her pussy was dripping wet, and now theyâre in my faceââ
You leaned forward, let the soaked cotton brush across her cheek, then down over her lips.
âLick,â you said, voice quiet but sharp.
Her mouth opened like instinct.
Laraâs tongue slid out shakily and tasted you from the cloth, and the moment it hit her tongue she moaned, soft and high and ruined. Her eyes fluttered.
âGod, she tastes like heat. Like sweat and want and everything Iâve ever fucking dreamed about.â
She licked again. Sloppier this time, tongue dragging along the seam that had been pressed against your cunt not a minute ago. The fabric was still warm. Still sticky with your mess and the faint salty tang of her own precum.
Then she did something neither of you said aloud.
She reached up, took the panties from your hand with trembling fingers, and stuffed them into her own mouth.
You froze for a breath, then smiled.
âCouldâve just asked,â you murmured.
She whimpered around the soaked cloth, eyes glossy, cock twitching visibly against her stomach.
It made you ache.
You lined her up again, this time bare, and held yourself there, just hovering. The tip of her cock nudged your entrance, hot and slick with your mess and hers, and you felt your walls flutter in anticipation.
Then you sank down.
Lara screamed into your panties.
Muffled, desperate, her whole body tensing as your pussy wrapped around her cock in one wet, tight pull. She could barely see. Couldnât think. Couldnât do anything but feel.
The head stretches you open firstâthick, blunt, hot. Your body swallows her inch by inch, your walls clenching involuntarily as you take her in. You feel her hips jerk under you, and your hands plant firmly on her chest, pushing her back down.
âSheâs fucking me raw. She took my cock inside her with no barrier, nothing but the mess between us, and Iâm gagged with the proof.â
Her throat made a raw sound behind the fabric, hips twitching despite herself, her cock pulsing wildly as you seated yourself fully all the way to the base, until her hips met yours.
âSheâs so tight. So hot. So wet itâs leaking down my thighs. Iâm inside her. Iâm inside her.â
And your slick-stained panties sat heavy on her tongue like a brand.
You didnât move for a second.
You wanted her to feel it, all of it. The heat, the stretch, the grip of your cunt squeezing her cock, the taste of your desire in her mouth. You watched her chest heave, eyes fluttering as she blinked up at you, utterly helpless.
âKeep them there,â you said, voice dark and low. âDonât drop them.â
She nodded quickly, the cloth shifting in her mouth, eyes wide and pleading.
âSheâs tight. Sheâs so fucking tight.â The warmth around her cock was too much, soft and slick and pulsing. She could feel every little squeeze, every tremble, every slick drag of muscle and heat as you slid down her length.
Her brain was gone.
Nothing existed but your cunt gripping her like it belonged to you. Her cock felt too hard, too hotâshe wasnât going to last. Not like this.
You rock your hips slowly once youâre fully seated, adjusting to her stretchââfuck, sheâs thickââand the pressure inside you is perfect. You can feel her twitch with every shift of your body, her breath punching out in ragged gasps.
âGod,â you groan, dragging your hips back. âYou feel like youâre about to come already.â
âI-Iââ she stammers, voice still muffled.
You slam back down.
Her entire body jolts beneath you.
She nearly blacked out.
âShe just took all of me. Didnât even flinch.â
When you bounced once, slow but punishing, Lara cried out. Her cock was twitching wildly, so close to the edge she could taste it in her throat.
You began to ride.
Lara bit her lip until it nearly bled.
âSheâs riding me like she owns me.â
âSheâs using me. Sheâs fucking herself on my cock like Iâm nothing but a toy.â
And God help herâshe loved it.
You build a rhythm, your thighs burning, hips rolling in tight, grinding circles as her cock stretches you with every bounce. You feel her leaking inside you, more precum, slick and obscene, every thrust smearing it deeper.
Sheâs a mess.
You look down and watch the way she bites her lip, eyes fluttering like she canât take it anymore.
âI bet youâve never come inside anyone, have you?â
âNo,â she gasps, voice barely there.
âGood,â you whisper. âThen this is mine.â
That was it.
Lara broke.
Your cunt squeezed her so tight, so wet, her name on your tongue, your nails in her chestâshe could feel it rising too fast.
She was leaking already, could feel herself twitching inside you like her cock was begging to give out.
And when you said âThen this is mineââ
She shattered. She came inside you.
Hard.
Her body jerked once, twiceâthen went still beneath you, shuddering in the aftermath of release. Her cock twitched inside you, buried deep, hot pulses of cum filled you, spilled around her cock, smeared down her thighs and onto your sheets. You felt every twitch of it, every helpless jolt of her hips as she gasped under you, her body stiff and spent.
Her teeth clenched around the drenched fabric youâd stuffed into her mouth minutes ago. She was still gasping through it when you leaned forward.
Your fingers found her jaw, gentle now, a contrast to how youâd used her before, and you slipped two fingers between her lips to hook the soaked cotton loose.
You pulled your panties from her mouth slow, dragging them across her tongue with a slick, obscene sound. A silver strand of spit clung from the fabric to her bottom lip as she blinked up at you, dazed and blushing, completely undone.
Her lips stayed parted even after the cloth was goneâbreathing heavy, throat working, eyes glassy. You tucked the panties aside and wiped your fingers on her chest, watching her eyes flutter.
But you werenât finished.
Not even close.
You stayed seated for a moment, letting her feel the way her cum dripped out of you, onto her skin. Onto your thighs. Onto her stomach. You leaned down, breath brushing her ear.
You climbed off her slowly, letting her softening cock slip out of you with a wet, messy drag. She twitched at the overstimulation, eyes fluttering, breath shallow.
But you kept moving. You swung one leg over her chest and straddled her face.
Her whole body froze.
Lara couldnât breathe. You were on her now.
Knees on either side of her head, your thighs flexing, slick and strong, holding her still as your soaked cunt hovered above her mouth. Your scent hit her all at onceâraw, ripe, stained with her own cumâand she choked on a gasp.
âSheâs still wet. And itâs me. My cum is inside her. And she wants me to taste it.â
Her cock twitched, still half-hard and aching from the high she hadnât recovered from. Too much. It was too much, and she loved it.
Her mouth opened before she even thought to move.
You didnât ask.
You just lowered yourself onto her mouth.
Slow. Firm. Grinding your soaked cunt across her lips until they parted on instinct, until you felt her tongue twitch under the weight of your cunt.
You rocked your hipsâjust onceâto coat her face in slick and sweat and everything else leaking out of you.
âOpen,â you snapped. And she did.
âShe tastes like heaven and filth.â
Lara moaned into you, her tongue sliding along your folds, catching the slick mix of your arousal and her cum. Her face was soaked already. You were grinding on her like she was a toy. Like a seat. Like she didnât matter beyond the tongue in her mouth and the wet heat against her nose.
âIâm eating her out while sheâs still full of me.â
The thought made her hips jerk, her cock twitching helplessly against her stomach.
âIâm such a fucking pervert.â
But she didnât stop.
Didnât dare.
You rocked your hips harder, dragging your clit against the bridge of her nose, your thighs squeezing around her ears, holding her exactly where you needed her.
She was moaning into youâquiet, desperate sounds that vibrated against your cunt. You grabbed her hair for leverage and rode her face, rough and fast, her nose bumping your clit every time your hips snapped down.
âKeep your tongue out,â you ordered. âDonât stop.â
Lara obeyed.
She was drooling into you, slick smeared across her chin, your taste flooding her mouth. You could feel her whimpering under youâoverwhelmed, overstimulated, and soaked.
You were going to come.
âSheâs using me to get off.â
Laraâs whole body shook beneath you, but her mouth didnât stop. She licked, sucked, let her tongue get dragged against your folds as you rode her like she was nothing but a toyâyour thighs tight, your voice low and filthy above her.
âThis is all I ever wanted.â
She could taste itâher cum, your slick, the sweat on your thighsâand it made her harder again, painfully, shamefully hard.
âSheâs rubbing my filth into her pussy and making me drink it.â
She wanted to die like this.
You were so close.
Your rhythm broke for a second, thighs tightening, hands in her hair as you ground your clit against her mouth with frantic desperation.
âFuckâfuck, donât stopââ
Lara didnât. Couldnât. She was whimpering into your cunt now, tongue frantic and soaked and aching, as you used her face to chase your high.
And then it hit.
You came hardâhips jerking, thighs clenched, cunt pulsing against her mouth as you rode it out. Your cries were sharp, guttural, and you didnât lift off her until your body was twitching from overstimulation, your slick dripping down her cheeks.
Lara just laid there, covered in your cum.
Face flushed. Mouth open. Tongue still slightly out.
She looked ruined.
She was ruined.
And she didnât want to be anywhere else.
The room was still heavy with heat and sweat. Your skin was damp, your thighs trembling slightly from the aftershocks, but the rush had passed. You were no longer riding a high. You were just breathing.
Soft, slow.
You lifted off her face carefully, your legs shaky, and glanced down.
Lara was wrecked.
Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips swollen and glossy. Her chin and jaw were soaked with slick, a few trails of it glistening down her neck.
But her eyes were on you.
Wide. Quiet. Worshipful.
You didnât say anything. Just climbed off her and collapsed beside her in the mess of your sheets and ruined pillow. The second your head hit the mattress, you felt her shift beside you.
Then arms, tired but warm, slid around your waist.
She pulled you close. Pressed her face into your hair.
Held you like it was the only thing tethering her to the ground.
Lara was still floating.
Her cock was soft now, but her heart beat too fast. Her skin buzzed where you touched her. The mess between her legs didnât matter. The ache in her jaw didnât matter. The taste of you still on her tongue didnât matter.
You were here.
Pressed to her chest. Letting her hold you.
âSheâs letting me touch her.â
It was almost surreal. Youâd just used her like a toy, like something to fuck and ride and leave soaked. But now, you were curled into her arms, and she could feel your breathing even out against her collarbone.
She tightened her hold a little. Just enough to keep you there.
You felt it. The way she hesitated before hugging you tighter, like she wasnât sure she was allowed. You slipped your hand over hers, threading your fingers between hers, anchoring her to your side.
It was quiet now.
Just the hum of the AC and your joined breathing. The sheets were damp beneath you both, clinging in places where sweat and cum hadnât dried yet, but neither of you moved to fix it.
You were too wrapped up in her.
Lara still had her arms around you, her face buried in your hair like she was afraid to come up for air. You could feel the tremble in her chest, the way her heart hadnât quite slowed. Every few seconds, sheâd exhale a little too shakily, not from arousal anymore, but from something softer.
You pulled back just enough to see her.
Her eyes were already on you.
Big. Quiet. So fucking open.
Like sheâd never looked at anyone the way she was looking at you right now.
Your voice was quiet. Barely more than a breath.
âHey.â
She blinked, eyes darting over your face. âHey.â
You cupped her cheek, gentle this time. Not commanding. Not teasing. Just there.
She leaned into it.
âWhy didnât you ever tell me?â you asked.
âI didnât think youâd want me like that,â she whispered.
You smiled. âI didnât know I did⊠until I saw you like that.â
Laraâs throat bobbed. She looked like she wanted to say more, but nothing came.
So you leaned in and kissed her.
It wasnât rushed. It wasnât hungry.
It was slow. Warm.
A little messy, from the sweat still on your lips, but real in a way that made your chest ache.
Lara melted into it.
Her lips parted under yours, her hand tightening just slightly on your waist like she couldnât believe it was really happening. You tilted your head and kissed her deeper, just once, not with heat, but with feeling.
When you pulled back, she was blinking at you, lips pink, a little wet.
âWas that okay?â you murmured.
She nodded, then let out a tiny laugh. âYeah. More than okay.â
You smiled again and tucked your head under her chin.
She held you tighter this time.
Lara brushed her nose against the top of your head.
âYou smell like me,â she whispered, almost to herself.
You hummed. âYouâre welcome.â
She flushed, but she didnât let go.
You laid there like that for a long time. Legs tangled. Skin sticky. Her arms wrapped protectively around you like she was afraid youâd vanish if she blinked. And for the first time in weeksâmaybe everâLara felt still.
É . abstract. gamer-girl!lara's just a little mean... you kinda like that, though.
É . warnings / tags. smut. edging, fĂngering, overstĂmulation, Ă«xhibitionism. camera/streaming. afab!reader. ib this post!
"does my princess deserve to cum, chat?"
you're seated in lara's lap, legs parted, as her fingers gently pinch your clit, leaving you a whimpering mess. her eyes scan the new comments flooding the screen. some are begging to see your sweet release, others claim you could go longer, even chiding lara for being too kind.
gripping the armrest of the gaming chair, your head falls back onto her shoulder, your breath coming in shallow, whiny gasps. sure, your girlfriend's just a gamer, but she enjoys switching things up sometimes. playing with a couple of other things. she says it's to broaden her horizons. as skeptical as you are, you rarely find yourself complaining.
"mm, i don't know, baby⊠guess they're pretty fifty-fifty," she murmurs, lazily dipping a finger into your weeping cunt. you're so dizzy, your brain feels like mush. you can't even remember your own name.
live, the red dot blinks on the top of the monitor. you should be embarrassed, maybe, all these strangers watching you unravel in real time, but you're too focused on your fading, fading orgasmâone that feels far too close, yet not even.
you clench around her digits, pathetically trying to hump her hand, and she laughs. it's cruel enough to make you flush even more, but you're needy all the same. you'd let her do anything to you, seriously. as long as she's the one touching you like that, loving you like that (in her own sinister ways), you couldn't care less.
your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut. "lara, please, i can'tâ"
"stay fuckin' quiet," she scolds, pinching the inside of your thigh. "not a goddamn person is asking you." and yet, despite the abrasiveness in her voice, you find yourself choking out a breathy moan. because you like it, and she knows that. all three thousand active viewers know that, because you're twitching in her lap, a soaking wet mess.
it doesn't take a genius.
lara, on the other hand, it's taking everything in her not to drop you right onto the bed and fuck you into tomorrow. she won't, though. you'd be too pretty like that, too pretty for her to share.
"some of them think i'm being too nice to you⊠can't let 'em think i'm too soft." she's smiling, wide and teasing. her hand strokes your cheek, a touch of pity in her eyes. you're so desperate, begging for this.
you don't answer; it's rhetorical. it doesn't matter, either way. you're too fucked out to come up with a proper response. lara takes pleasure in this, that no one else could break you the way she does.
"well, pretty? how bad do you want it?"
your voice breaks, tears beading on your lower lash line. "bad," you plead. "râreally bad, please."
she sighs, a faux, heavy sound, like she's genuinely debating this. "okay, since you've been such a good girl. show them how a good girl cums, yeah?" lara's fingers curl inside you, hitting just the right spotsâand more. her other hand pulls on your nipple through the sheer fabric of your bra.
when you do cum, it's a messy, squirting release all over her thighs and hands. you're whimpering her name, like it's the only thing keeping you together. she talks you through it, whispering sweet nothings, because she might be mean, but she's not that mean.
"what a good girl," she drawls, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you pant quietly into the crook of her neck. as lara's eyes find the monitor's camera once more, you know you're not quite off the hook yet.
É . abstract. being lara raj's girlfriend includes...
É . warnings / tags. smut at the end, but mainly fluff.
â her posting you everywhere. there was no soft-launch. it was a very, very hard-launch. the second she knew she wanted you in here life, you were all up in her instagram.
â her singing you to sleep. lara's voice is angelic, best when you're curled up in the sheets with her, head in her lap, as she gently cards her fingers through your hair.
â you defending lara whenever you see hate comments on the internet. she thinks it's really cute, when you're hunching over your phone, brows furrowed in concentration, as you tell off some random person. she smiles, and insists you don't really need to bother, but it's hard not to.
â it's even more adorable, when you're pouting about it afterwords, huffing that people have the audacity to talk about your sweet, loving girlfriend like that.
â pet-names all the time, especially from her side. "angel," "baby," "cutie," "pretty girl." with no doubt, are you both one of those couples that call each other babe with every sentence, ironically... or not.
â always sharing clothes. she'd absolutely melt seeing you in something of her's, or conversely, feel so comfy in just your old hoodie.
â her sometimes getting nervous around you. lara doesn't get flustered often, but when she does, chances are; it's your doing. it doesn't take much, either. even just a simple compliment from you would do it.
â matching! you two love matching jewelry. earring, bracelets, necklaces, literally anything. lara would probably adore a tattoo, too, because that's how much she loves you.
â her never having a problem with p.d.a. if anything, she welcomes it. lara loves showing the world, that you're all hers. kissing, holding hands, cuddling; she just enjoys touching you in every way.
â on the contrary, if you're not the biggest fan of it, that's okay. she'll take whatever you give her, because at the end of the day, lara just wants you to be comfortable.
â her camera roll is filled with you, some to gush to her friends about, some only for her eyes. lara swipes through the various album, when she's away for katseye's reasons. if pictures aren't enough, then she'll call you, in hopes that you're free. (if you're not, you'll make time for her, anyways.)
â or, sometimes, you'll call her, needy and glossy-eyed, desperate for her touch. since she's not there to help you out, she'll talk you through it, her own hands slipping under the hem of her panties.
â sex that ranges anywhere from rough, to incredibly soft. if you need her to top you, tell you what to you, or fuck you until your limbs are rendered useless, just say the word. no need to ask.
â occasionally, you'll want to take on the challenge of being the dominant one, and she'll flash that bright smile, encouraging you to try your best.
â try, because lara knows, by the end of the night, you'll be under her, and you won't even remember your own name.
â loving each other so hard, because you're soulmates. and the best kind of soulmates? two best friends that fell in love.
