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u/lararaj • 17h • reddit
AITA for exposing my girlfriend?
i (F20) have been with my girlfriend for a few years now, and we’ve been veryveryvery happy.
until last week.
we were having dinner with some friends and the conversation shifted into “who fell first.” before i could say anything or even make a small noise, i see her stupid finger point straight at me with LIGHTNING speed.
everybody nods, nobody defends me.
truthfully, i think she’s projecting. so i decided to sit her down a few days later and tell her she’s a hypocrite and that SHE (!!) is obsessed. i bring up these points:
i mentioned i like a specific candy exactly eight months ago, and now she buys them anytime she passes by the store?
whenever she goes on walks, she texts me a picture of anything she sees outside, whether that’s a bird or a lamp post, because it “reminds her of me.”
anytime we are in group settings, she always ends up standing right next to me. arms brushing and all. i’ve actually tested this one out! i inch away from her sneakily, yet she always latches back onto me.
when i post a photo of myself, she’s always the first person to like it and comments AT LEAST twelve times. like are you just refreshing my page until i post something new? one time, i changed my profile picture and thirty seconds later, she texts me “cute pic btw.”
i rest my case.
however, when i dropped all this on her, she didn’t laugh. her smile dropped after every point i brought up.
she called me ridiculous, psychotic, and asked if i had a job or any hobbies for when she’s not around.
i called her cute and in love with me.
she stormed out and now it’s day 3 of silent treatment (except, every night she forgets to keep up her act and glues herself into my arms until she wakes up the next morning. then, proceeds to act like it didn’t happen and tries to gaslight me into thinking i’m imagining things because i’m the obsessed one).
my friends won’t pick a side because apparently we’re both “embarrassing” so i decided to bring it onto reddit.
so finally, AITA?
EDIT : my girlfriend has found this post. she says i conveniently left out some important details, like the fact that i immediately call her adorable every time she does all of this. she also said that this is further proving her point of me being the obsessed one because i keep a track of every single thing she does.
i disagree.
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daniel_456 • 16h
u the asshole for making us read this.
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unt1ldawn • 15h
i think you just wanted to brag🤨
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user0209_ • 15h
treating your girl like she a lab experiment lemme have her instead
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↳ lararaj OP • 15h
i disliked your comment btw in case you didn’t get the notification.
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u/meganskiendiel • 19h • reddit
AITA for refusing to move?
so yesterday, my girlfriend and i were having a movie night. just the usual, nothing new.
we’re sitting on the couch and we’re both focusing on the screen, watching whatever’s going on in the scene.
i move to put the volume down since it was too loud and our walls are thin, until i feel something drop on my shoulder.
i would describe it as heavy but she might see this post and kill me.
it was her head, her eyes were closed, clearly sleeping.
at first i thought it was cute, so i made myself comfortable and made sure she kept sleeping on my shoulder, stretching my arms out to reach for the blanket and cover her with it.
minutes passed and the movie ended. my girlfriend’s nap, unfortunately, did not.
i considered moving slightly, but as soon as i did, she somehow pulled me closer and frowned in her sleep.
so i stopped trying and just accepted that i was trapped.
my phone was just out of reach, sitting on the table, taunting me. i could see it but i could not get to it. eventually it died, i started getting thirsty and hungry, and my leg started feeling numb. i even forgot what having a leg felt like.
despite all of this, she looked so peaceful and beautiful laying on my shoulder, it’d be wrong to just wake her up.
so i stayed put.
after a few hours, she finally wakes up and i shoot up to my feet, wobbling to the fridge to get a bottle of water.
instead of thanking me for being her pillow for many, many, many hours, she immediately notices my pain and asks me why i was moving around like an old man desperately in need of a walking stick.
i explained that i haven’t moved this whole time because she was asleep.
she buried her face in her hands when i told her i was hungry and thirsty.
she genuinely got upset and spent the next hour just apologizing, even though this was entirely my decision.
i told her she just looked so comfortable and i couldn’t bring myself to wake her up, but she wasn’t satisfied with that excuse.
she’s currently making me sit on the couch and bringing me whatever i want while, still, angrily telling me to wake her up next time.
i told her it was worth it and i’d do it again.
that made her even more annoyed.
AITA?
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gnarly32 • 19h
you’re on the wrong subreddit??😐
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reddit_user7 • 18h
awww you’re just in love, this is actually really sweet, NTA.
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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h
no it isn’t. stop encouraging bad decisions. - the gf.
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↳ reddit_user7 • 18h
did you have a good nap though?
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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h
you’re focusing on the wrong part here - the gf.
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u/sophialaforteza • 21h • reddit
AITA for embarrassing my girlfriend in public?
my girlfriend thinks i embarrassed her in public, which is a dramatic way to put it, but everyone we know always sides with her.
it’s annoying.
for context (this is important), i haven’t seen my girlfriend ALL day. we were texting of course, but that’s not the same as being physically with her.
i was at the mall with some friends, just walking around and searching through stores for nothing in particular.
and then i saw an angel (my girlfriend).
but she wasn’t next to me, in front of me, or anywhere near me.
i spotted her from the top of the escalator full of people, and she was at the bottom.
not to be dramatic too but everything around me kind of disappeared.
so, obviously i got excited, is that a crime?
before i could stop myself, i yelled out “BABY!” to get her attention and she froze. she looked horrified. i was just really happy to see her.
i know i can be really loud sometimes but she said everyone around me flinched, which has to be an exaggeration. i think only 2 or 16 people turned around.
after i yelled, i also starting waving both of my arms above my head in case she couldn’t see me in the busy mall. she told me i looked like i was trying to swat away a fly?
the first thing she told me once she finally got to me was “why would you do that” and her face was bright red.
i still don’t understand what i did wrong…
she told me i do this every time.
i told her to give me examples.
she listed only 6.
according to her, i nearly ran into a family of four because i was too busy staring at her. i also waved at her and squealed loud enough for her to hear me through a restaurant window one time.
she says i make her want to melt into the floor whenever i do this, like god forbid a girl misses her girlfriend and gets excited to see her again?
she’s laying next to me, peeking at what i’m writing and told me to also add that it gets worse when we have to say goodbye to each other in public.
in her words, i wait until she’s completely out of sight to stop waving with a pout on my face, as if she’s leaving for war.
so, AITA?
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2online • 21h
yes YTA, why are you screaming across the mall to embarrass her??
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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h
okay but she actually smiled when she saw me
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↳ 2online • 21h
because she’s your girlfriend.
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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h
yeah she is :))
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luv4cats • 16h
did the journal factory explode?
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u/danielaavanzini • 14h • reddit
AITA for not helping my girlfriend?
my girlfriend has a habit of being stubborn when it comes to asking for help.
she makes all simple tasks way more challenging than they need to be.
if she’s carrying eighteen things at once, she won’t let me help, and once one of them falls out of her grip, she just looks me dead in the eyes and says “i got it.”
like today, we were coming home after some grocery shopping and i went to grab the bags out of the trunk. i INSTANTLY feel her nudge me away and say “no, i got it.”
i asked if she was sure and she said yes.
i asked three more times and she just said “daniela,” very firmly.
i took that as a threat so i stepped back and let her handle it because if i asked one more time she would’ve been offended.
impressively, she managed to grab all the bags in one go.
halfway to our house, a bag started slipping from her hand.
then i heard a box of snacks fall to the floor, followed by her very loud and annoyed groan.
i asked if she needed help. again, she said no. she clearly needed it but i let her stay delusional. a second later, we heard something else drop. she asked me what it was, but i didn’t know, i wasn’t allowed to touch anything…
“why is this bag ripping?”
“where are my keys?”
if i tried to answer anything, she would just shush me. there was nothing i could do.
at one point, she stopped walking and i finally thought she would ask for some help, she was holding six grocery bags by three fingers!! she looked overwhelmed but she kept going. the only thing i heard coming from her was “don’t look at me.”
i end up carrying the bags after she finally snaps and admits she needs help, but soon after, she asks me “why were you just standing there and not helping me?”
i try to keep my composure and tell her that she didn’t let me go anywhere near the bags.
she said i could’ve helped but instead i just watched her struggle.
i reminded her that anytime i volunteered to help, she’d shoot lasers out of her eyes at me.
AITA for listening to her and respecting her wishes??
EDIT: she would like everyone to know that the material of the bags was the issue, and if they had been stronger then she’d carry it no problem.
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user5566 • 14h
NTA, your girlfriend sounds exhausting.
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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 14h
she is (lovingly)
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soph778 • 13h
so where were her keys
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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 13h
in her pocket.
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u/manonbannerman • 18h • reddit
AITA for laughing at my girlfriend mid-argument?
i’m starting this by saying i love my girlfriend so much.
but right now she’s a little mad at me.
yesterday, my girlfriend tripped over her own shoelace. she’s completely fine but it made me laugh, which is a very normal reaction.
except i kept bringing it up and now she’s fed up.
she would tell me to pass the remote, i would respond by telling her to be careful and not trip again.
she asked me where her charger was, i suggested she might’ve tripped over it.
she said good morning, i asked if she remembered when she fell.
she asked me what the time was, i said it was time for her to watch her step.
as you can imagine, she was tired of hearing it and argued i was incredibly annoying, it made sense. she was telling me she was upset and actually made some good points that i agree with.
i swear i was listening.
but the way she said “i fell ONE time” reminded me of it again and i couldn’t help replaying the scene in my head with photographic memory.
i tried really hard not to laugh again, i looked away, i bit my lip, i even thought about something sad. predictably, i couldn’t hold it in any longer and let a short laugh out.
my girlfriend fell (haha) completely silent.
she asked me if i seriously just laughed, and i shook my head so fast it made everything blur for a second. she tried to keep going but i just kept laughing anytime she would bring it up again.
she got frustrated enough to throw a pillow at me and sat down with her phone pulled out.
i asked what she was doing and she said she’s waiting until i was done and ready to be mature.
she keeps muttering under her breath that laughing in the middle of an argument is very disrespectful.
i just wish she would stop reminding me of it, maybe then we could actually progress instead of me giggling again and sending us back to square one…
AITA? (i already know the answer to this, pls be gentle)
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tommy365 • 18h
YTA, i’d trip u over myself and then we’d see who’s giggling for the next six months
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↳ manonbannerman OP • 18h
MODS BAN THIS GUY
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user298 • 17h
she should plant banana peels everywhere to make YOU fall
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iheartreddit • 16h
you’re the asshole
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↳ manonbannerman OP • 16h
understandable have a nice day
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u/jeungyoonchae • 10h • reddit
AITA for missing my girlfriend’s “obvious hints”?
to put it bluntly, my girlfriend spent an entire day flirting with me and i didn’t notice.
she claims the signs were painfully obvious, i claim we were having normal conversations!!
to provide some background, we were spending the day together and she, for some reason, decided this was the perfect time to try (emphasis on try) being romantic.
her first so called “hint” was when she glanced over at me and sighed “i wish someone would cuddle me right now.”
i agreed and said “yeah that sounds nice” and continued doing what i was doing beforehand.
later, she sat closer and said “i would love to hold hands with someone.”
i replied with “i think most people would” and the silence was uncomfortably long after, i guess she didn’t like that one?
then she showed me a cute video of a couple going on a date on her phone and turned to me to say “this is so cute! if only my girlfriend would take me on a date like this.”
i nodded and told her she should communicate with her girlfriend about that (i’m the girlfriend btw).
i think that might’ve been her last straw because she straight up asked “are you actually this oblivious?”
she informed me she had been trying to flirt with me for the last two hours, that made me look around to see who she was talking about…
i don’t know how she expected me to know what she wanted, i’m not a mind reader??
she says she literally told me.
now she’s telling everyone i’m the most oblivious person in the world, i told her to tell me what she wants more clearly next time instead of implying things.
smut without plot ᅳ g!p daniela & g!p manon x fem! reader ᅳ blowjob, threesome, degradation, facial ᅳ 1.5k words (just a lil drabble) ᅳ not proofread.
you felt hands running through your covered body, hands that were firm, not rough, just sure, not asking for permission because it was already given. it was your nature to give whatever they asked of you, often, they asked for your body, to relieve stress, pent up tension or simply the needs of their overworked bodies, the girls were grateful and always made sure to take care of you back, in return, out of the kindness of their hearts or just because they were naturally gentle.
but they were hardly gentle in those moments, in your dressing room, with the sweet sweat of the last performance still clung to their bodies.
manon’s hands were all over you, traveling from your waist to your tits, cupping them through your bra, her lips on your neck felt like a claim, but you weren’t hers, neither would ever be, and daniela’s mouth on yours was a the living proof, her tongue invaded your mouth messily, she bit your lower lip before pushing you down by your shoulders, she was always the eager one, always too needy and impatient, by now you could recognize the difference between any of their touches, while manon was experienced and firm, daniela was in a constant hurry to get what she wanted, which you hardly minded, especially now.
“no time, c’mon…” her voice was an order, but it sounded like a plead, she was so pent up that could barely contain herself for longer. you obeyed.
you got on your knees, manon’s hands pushed your hair behind your shoulders calmly as daniela pushed her pants down her thighs, just enough to free her cock from her underwear. there was, in fact, almost no time. dani’s cock bobbed before your face, she wasn’t huge but it could intimidate, you wrapped your hand around her base and your middle finger couldn’t touch your thumb, she was the thickest, and the pink tip drooled on your tongue when you finally put her in your mouth. daniela let out a low growl in her throat, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the —now familiar— feeling of your mouth engulfing her length, inch by inch, you couldn’t take it all, but the small part of her you couldn’t take in was given enough attention by your stroking hand. it took a minute for daniela to get greedy, as she usually did, her right hand found your head, pushing down just slightly, making you gag a little, your eyes filled with tears of exertion before she released your head, letting you pull out a little and take a breath before going back to the previous pace, starting to bob your head up and down.
thats when you felt manon by your side again, you didn’t noticed she had undressed, but her zipper was open and she had put her boxers down along with her jeans, just halfway through her thighs, she was a little bigger than daniela, a darker shade, and wasn’t completely shaved. she brought your free hand to her cock, making you wrap your hand around it and start stroking.
“i need some attention too, don’t you think, slut?” you looked up at manon with daniela’s shaft in your mouth, doe eyes nodding at her as she gave a low chuckle, caressing your hair and covering your hand with hers, making you stroke her. you kept stroking dani too as you pushed back, going to manon, but before your lips could reach her, her tattooed hand buried its fingers in your hair a little tighter, pushing back, making you turn your head up. “open.” it was a murmured request that you obeyed by instinct, parting your lips.
she spat on your tongue.
and then thrusted her cock in.
manon was like this, with her, you had to take it all.
she reached the back of your throat, smiled at the noise you made while your eyes teared up until a fat tear fell down your cheek.
“you can’t take it all, hm? haven’t we trained you enough?”
you felt daniela growing impatient, she was usually like this, she tightened her grip around your hand, making you stroke her faster, her cock was all lubed by your saliva and her own pre cum, she took a step forward and slapped her heavy shaft against your cheek, just so you wouldn’t forget about her even with manon’s hard dick buried in your throat.
“such a good slut, taking her so deep…” dani whispered, you couldn’t hear her too clearly because her breathing was too heavy and the sound of your mouth sucking manon’s shaft was loud in your ears, but you understood her well enough, and by the way she made you squeeze her tip slightly every time your clever hand reached it, you understood the next words, too. “c’mon, we have no time, baby.”
her voice was urgent and you knew she was right, so you bobbed your head on manon’s cock a little faster, stroked daniela harder, they both moaned low in their throats, whispers about how good of a whore you were for letting them use you like this, groans and murmured praises under their breaths, all of this made you so wet that for a second you thought you could come untouched, with your knees bruising against the cold floor and the overwhelming feeling of pleasing them both at the same time.
daniela would come first, greedy and needy as she usually was, she started to thrust into your hand, using your hand to jerk herself off, she slapped her shaft against your cheek again and manon knew how to share, so she let go of your head and daniela thrusted in without giving you a second to breathe, her cock felt bigger against your tongue now and you knew she was so, so close, she was panting now, fingers tightening at the back of your head bordered on painful.
“fuck, swallow it all, every drop, you hear me?” she sounded dominant, but too taken by her own pleasure. your teary eyes looked into hers as you nodded as you could with her inside your mouth, seeing your submissive eyes so devoted to please her was her undoing, she threw her head back and came, hard, three or four hot jets of cum filled your throat and you almost choked, daniela’s thighs started to shake slightly when she pulled out, a long cuss word leaving her lips as she finally let go of your head.
you immediately coughed a little, trying to get oxygen back into your lungs, dani grabbed your chin, making you look up with your hazy vision, she squeezed a little tighter and you parted your lips again, sticking out your tongue, showing her you had swallowed everything, not a single drop to waste. daniela smiled, giving you a weak slap on the cheek, as if she was done with you, as if that was your reward.
“all yours, manz.” she whispered as she brought her pants up again, falling down the couch with her legs slightly open, relaxed posture, still breathing hard after her orgasm.
your eyes went back to manon, who now stroked herself so fast that her hand became a blur, you moved so you were closer to her, your mouth just before her tip without interrupting her own movements, she just wanted her pleasure at once, your hands found her thighs to stead yourself, you could see her losing control, wide pupils and out of breath as she looked at your face.
her free hand went to your cheek, almost gently, almost, she could have pushed you down her cock, she could have started fucking your throat, instead, she took a few strands of hair out of your face.
“i wanna mark your pretty face.” she pants, you could feel how close she was, so fucking close. “ask me for it, now, ask me to mark your slutty face.”
“cum on my face, please, baby.” you didn’t have to keep asking for it with your needy, sweet voice, it came faster than you thought, manon hissed low and the first jet hit your right cheek, the second your forehead, the third one just reached your lips, and the last and weakest one, you licked out of her tip, cleaning it with your tongue.
you looked exactly like all the names they called you, your face marked with cum. you didn’t mind.
“fuck, so beautiful. thanks, baby.” she murmured, strengthless, then took two steps to the couch to fall down beside daniela on the couch, they looked at each other and daniela chuckled with her eyes half closed, so exhausted.
“how long until the van leaves?” you asked, getting on your feet again, finding out your legs felt sore and your panties felt a little uncomfortable by how wet you were by now, with your face still covered with manon’s cum.
daniela lazily got her phone on the other side of the couch, the screen lighting up.
“five minutes… just enough for you to clean up.”
“clean up? you don’t wanna go outside like this? you look pretty to me.” manon joked and dani chuckled a little, making you roll your eyes and start walking towards the restroom, jokingly pushing manon’s head on your way, leaving them both behind as you got in the restroom.
five minutes to clean up, more 20minutes until the hotel… and they would have their way with you, again.
you messing around with the ‘outcast’ of the school..
heads-up: kinda rushed, violence involved, semi-public (?) sex (closet sex), dry humping, thigh riding, and english’s not my first lang.
— within the gritty school, there was unspoken rules where everyone collectively knew. people were forcefully divided to different types of groups, if they are lucky enough they could be in the same clique as you.
practically a bunch of girls gathered up, exchanging exclusive gossip, following your elegant footsteps, and hanging off each word you utter and spill it ‘accidentally’ in their vocabulary. it was so transparent that everyone worships you, one word against you from a brave soul and they’ll be begging to leave the school next day since even the teachers would turn their backs on them.
unfortunately, megan decided to be proudly herself without a care in the world of what others would say about her. her outfits was a sharp contrast to what others would wear, not so trendy, just.. so her. her raven hair may have a few strands into some ridiculous neon colour where people would undoubtedly make fun of despite getting straight-up ignored by her.
during sports, megan had such a fate to be destined in the same pe group as you. your (not very) subtle glances towards her didn’t go unnoticed, your shoulder forcefully bumping into hers with unneeded strength, or how you would giggle behind your palm to your girls that was so obviously about her.
could she tolerate it like those other losers who’d rather shrink up and cry into their pillows about it? maybe even vent it out to their online friends?
no and that’s what you hate the most about her.
how she was undeterred by your intimidation.
how she stood her fucking ground.
— already having a rougher day than usual, your idiotic friends kept trying to set you up with the most known jock around. who was a guy slow in the head and acts like his oily muscles would make up for it, and that foolish grin you want to slap off badly.
now you were blessed with sports.
of fucking course.
out of all days, it had to be on a friday.
standing poised in a line of awkward students rubbing their dirty shoes against the dried dirt, scraping the rubbery grass by to pass the time as the teacher’s monotone ranting droned on and on—you let a sigh escape you, earning a concerned look from one of your friends.
“girl, you good?” she asked.
you had an awful urge to roll your eyes.
“shut up,” dryly, you huffed.
at least she’s got a hint for now, her eyes snapping forward.
in the mean time, the teacher was listing off names to put into pairs and she had the greatest idea of all time suddenly.
“..and megan and y/n, please.”
the remaining girls’ breath hitched audibly, some even let out a dramatic gasp and the others simply paused in their conversations to get an ear piece of this.
“what?” both of you echoed, equally in sheer horror.
cautiously, you took a step forward and didn’t bother protesting as you approached her like she was some hazardous disease your fingers couldn’t bear to touch.
“really?” megan muttered, her voice painfully flat.
unamused, you didn’t entertain her colourless words. “shut up and just play, i can’t be bothered for your bullshit today.”
taking a ball, you mindlessly kicked it harder than intended towards her to play in a mind-numbing game of where she kicks the ball to you and you repeat the same cycle over and over before the teacher decides it’s enough.
“you’re shit at this,” megan remarked, shooting the ball besides you instead of at you.
your eyes narrowed, giving one of your girls who’s lurking nearby the ball to retrieve it for you—in which she did without a wore uttered.
“fuck you!” you gritted out and with all your might powered in your leg to your feet, you bashed the ball against your shoe and let it dash through the air towards her stupid face.
a sickening thud echoed though accompanied by a pained scream.
satisfied, a smile curled around your lips and you were about to utter something mocking to bash her soul further. “that’s—“
rudely, the teacher dared to interrupt you as she rushed to megan’s side. “y/n, what is wrong with you?” appalled, she gasped out.
you scoffed, your hands landing onto your hips as you stood there with a familiar scowl, analysing the situation critically. “uh, what?”
“take megan to the nurse’s office, immediately.”
you tried protesting, “me? oh hell—“
“now. y/n.”
with a grunt, you marched forward and roughly hauled megan up. “fine then,” and seamlessly your arm loosely looped around the injured woman’s waist, your gaze fixated forward as you both treaded towards the nearest building.
the moment, you two were inside, megan tripped away from your grasp and leaned against the wall for support. “you can go now,” she breathed, wiping her bloodied nose with the back of her hand lazily.
you didn’t like how she dismissed you like that.
“as if,” you insisted, “i’m trying to skip the lesson here, you’re my pathetic excuse so don’t act stubborn with me.”
“don’t bother skipping with me, just go.”
your scowl deepened, “what if i don’t?”
exasperated, megan massaged her temples absently. “then don’t, bitch.”
“don’t fucking call me that!” you exclaimed at her, approaching her with such aggression that it made the woman shrink back instinctively.
“you’re acting like one, so you deserve to be called one.”
and that did it.
next thing you know, your fist is acting upon your intrusive thoughts clashed against each other in your head. all set and ready to ruin that (unfairly so) pretty face up.
barely, megan dodged as she ducked down clumsily. “what the fuck!”
inhaling painfully through her nose, she clenched her fist and your vision blurred instead—a sharp gasp breaking through.
wincing through gritted teeth, you pushed the woman against the wall and tried grasping on her crinkled collar and she whimpered, squirming violently against you to resist your farm grasp upon her body.
“let.. let go!”
“who’s acting like the bitch now?” smugly, your lip curled into a smirk but it smoothened out when megan’s shoe shot out to bash against your shin.
you groaned.
your grip on her weakened drastically, losing your balance as you stumble back on your wobbly feet to crash against the opposite wall—sliding down that painted a pathetic sight of you, on the floor.
where she belonged, not you.
a ghost of a discreet smile drifts above you as she pushes off the wall herself, approaching you slowly, as if savouring the moment itself playing between you two.
“as i said, who’s the bitch now?”
that brought a raging fire in your system more than ever—it was abrupt, all your rationalities stopping to a halt, a hot.. suffocating emotion spurted within your veins, regaining you energy fuelled purely off impulsive thoughts on how to murder her.
extending your arms, you latched onto her shirt and yanked it down where she crashed down before you. heavy breaths escaped through your nose as you made your way on top of her, pulling your arm back to decorate her face with bruises that would make her be ashamed.
megan hissed, jerking her chin to another direction and effectively avoiding your punch that slammed against the floor instead.
“can’t even fucking punch, can you..?” she cackled breathlessly.
“you’ll regret that!” you screamed but megan bucked you off her body harshly, scrambling to her feet and dashed off.
you followed, chasing after her and your arms flailing about to get any sort of grasp on her escaping silhouette.
due to multiple failed attempts, you made a frustrated noise and lunged yourself at her with all your might—making you two land on the floor with a tumble of body forbiddingly tangled within each other’s embrace, and the dawn of darkness blinked upon you two, with a door clicking shut, the finality echoing through the stuffy air.
it pierced through your haze.
you blinked, once, twice.. and thrice.
megan choked, her hands lowering in the moment of being on the verge of strangling you when she realised the same thing.
you two were trapped.
with each other.
“fuck,” you muttered, pulling on your hair as you fell off her.
“your fuckin’ fault,” megan immediately slapped the blame on you, well technically.. it was your fault.
yet you denied it.
that’s the only thing you’re good at.
“shut the fuck up,” you spat.
“no,” megan shook her head almost violently, “you are a selfish, self-centred, narcissistic cunt. someone has to say it.”
“and someone has to beat the shit out of you,” you encountered sharply, getting right into her face.
megan’s eyes narrowed, leaning closer towards you, and your nose briefly nudged together but neither of you noticed the contact.
“you should back off.”
“me? i’m not a fucking pussy like you.” you laughed, the sound devoid of humour and too hallow to be considered anything joyous.
“oh, i’m familiar with pussy after all.”
that made you freeze, your words deliciously coated with venom stuck in your throat.
“whose?” you don’t know why you wanted to know.
so fucking badly.
“why would you want to know?” megan asked, her voice flat.
“because i do. now tell.”
who was the bitch? how did megan dare to be with someone?
let alone a woman?
you wanted to puke.
not out of disgust, spite.. out of something unfamiliar curling around your stomach.
“if i don’t?” the woman beneath you whispered, her voice low, taunting that got on your nerves too easily.
“i-i—i will..” you sputtered, getting cut off.
“do what, baby?” she urged, and now something you absolutely forbade yourself to think about now was looking so tempting now. so.. alluring, ready to lure you towards her.
“a little speechless now, aren’t you?” megan whispered, amused by it all, and her thumb traces your bottom lip.
you blinked, “n-no.”
“y-yes,” she mocked, gently tugging you closer as her fingers curl around your collar.
“fuck this,” you cursed under your breath, leaning in and smashing your lips with hers—greedy already as if starved upon her for way too long, as if you’re acting upon those fantasies that replays on a loophole at late nights.
pleasantly, megan hums against your lips and let you take the lead for now.
fully your thighs were sat on hers and your body pressing insistently against hers—your chests together and arms wrapped around each other.
she could sense your movement on top of her, straddling one of her thighs as your lips moved on her skin, trailing across her jaw before briefly nipping on her bottom lip to entice a mix of a grunt and wince that made you go dizzy.
“needy now..?” she panted, intently analysing each of your movements.
shamelessly, you agreed with an incoherent hum.
who cares right now?
you can deal with the consequences later.
megan gave you a look, it was unreadable as she notices with raised eyebrows when your fingers tucked those shorts down to reveal your soaking panties.
she bit her lip, a blush blooming across her pale skin. “you’re drenched.”
“great observation skills,” sarcastically, you murmured, your hips bucking against her thigh.
megan spreaded her thighs wider to give you more space and comfort to practically hump on her, slouching against the wall, ignoring the unease in her lower back.
“show me how much you want it,” quietly, she prompted and stubbornly crossed her arms—yet her dark eyes laid upon your writhing form clumsily grinding against her tensed thigh, the panties leaving a wet trail of arousal on her skin that nearly made her twitch, but.. she controlled herself.
“fuck, megan,” lazily, her name lolls off your tongue breathlessly, your face falling into the crook of her neck as you held her desperately, your lips mushed and pressing like a reminder on her.
gradually, megan’s arm wraps around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer. “mhm? does it feel good?”
you nodded, non-verbal yet the desperate move of your hips grounding against her thigh harder than before screamed it all.
firmly, she tapped your back with her index finger. “words, baby.”
you whined, either out of irritation or just being so turned on from that, at this point you don’t know anymore. “a-ah.. feels.. feels so good, so fucking good.”
“really? you about to cum?” her free hand trails down to your clothed abdomen to in between your legs. “already?”
frustrated by her teasing, you bit on her shoulder.
megan’s chest vibrated with laughter, her head thrown back and her neck showing—which was taken as an invitation for you to suck and bite on, to get away from such an overwhelming desire on the verge of flooding from your core.
“c’mon, cum for me then.”
that was one of the first times you ever listened to this loser.
moaning pathetically out loud, your eyes fluttered closed in bliss and your hips twitched forward, juices flowing through the thin fabric and undoubtedly some of them leaked on her thigh.
in silence, you panted hard to recover from the postal-orgasm bliss. megan rubbed your back, patting it soothingly to calm you down.
“you needed that, didn’t you? from a loser.. too?”
your lips thinned together, “shut it. don’t mention it.”
𑣲⋆ sophia can't get you out of her head, she wants you more than she likes to admit— it's a good thing she can't read right through you, because she's all you've ever wanted for months.
sophia laforteza x fem!reader ㆍ explicit sexual content ㆍ thigh riding ㆍ spit shot ㆍ mutual teasing ㆍ slight jealousy ㆍ not proofread [mdni]
❛ you can bet that i know what a girl wants
A/N || oh my god hi, i swear i'll write more i just need motivation and some really good reqs. kisses, brooklynn.
sophia was someone who got along with everyone but you.
she’d purposely go out of her way to avoid all interaction if she could— except you seemed to linger wherever she was.
it wasn’t that you'd done anything, she didn't even dislike you, there was just something about you that drew her in so immensely that she resented you for even igniting that type of reaction from her.
she had always been able to keep her composure, but you'd been interfering, and she didn’t like that very much.
the party lights were low— purple, blue, and red switching occasionally while people danced and cheered, some cups empty and some half full.
you walked along the unpolished floors, heels clicking under your feet.
sophia had already spotted you the moment you entered, she didn't even need to look— she did, of course, for 'confirmation', she’d convinced herself.
but it was for herself, no matter how many times she’d choose to deny the plain fact.
you danced against someone's body— sensually, meticulously, precisely curated just enough, so that you could catch her attention.
it’s all you wanted.
and sophia took notice, her eyes sharpening when she recognized the girl who stood too closely behind, watching her hands wrap around your front like you were right where you wanted to be.
you didn’t need to look up to see her staring, you could feel it, you always could. your hips swayed along to the music, hands reaching behind to wrap around her neck.
sophia's fists tightened around the unopened bottle she grabbed off the side.
with four quick strides she broke you off the other, hands tugging at your wrists to lead you elsewhere.
you followed willingly, a soft smile indicating that you were, in fact, exactly where you wanted to be.
her hands tilted your head back slightly,
“open,” she commanded, voice stern and free from anything unserious. you did as told, parting your glossed lips and watching as her fingers slid over the glass bottle. she turned the top off, her other free hand reaching up to firmly hold onto your jaw— perfectly poised fingers with the prettiest manicured nails resting on your face.
your breath hitched, her face was only inches from yours.
you could kiss.
you should.
sophia’s head tilted back, the clear liquid falling into her mouth with ease. she didn’t waste any time, she poured the liquid from her mouth into yours, her thumb rubbing part of your lower lip.
once she’d finished, her hand pushed your jaw closed, her head dipping down in order for you to hear her. “swallow,”
you did as told, your throat moving to indicate that you had, the girl releasing a satisfied hum. “you're a lot more open than i thought,” she whispered without explaining further, she knew you understood exactly what she meant.
“i think leaving you alone did me a few good favours,” you adjusted the straps on your tank top, straightening yourself out while she stood in front of you.
“favours?” she inquired, her eyes taking you in for longer than usual.
you grabbed the bottle and a small shot glass, your heels clicking against the hardwood floors with every shift of movement.
“lots of them,” you added on, sauntering down the hall and away from the girl who was standing there dumbfounded.
sophia moved just as quickly as you had, her voice calling out for you from behind, “what kinds of favours?”
you smiled even though she couldn’t see it, your hip pushing open a door — the room was dimly lit but nobody had occupied it yet.
you set the bottle and glass down on the small nightstand, turning to face a puzzled sophia.
“why are you asking me like you don’t know?” you asked, sophia thought about it for a moment, she wasn’t having your smart tone, “i don’t know. why don't you show me.”
you blinked, her words registering. “you want me to show you?”
“was i not clear enough?”
you pushed sophia back on a cushioned chair, “oh you were clear, alright.” your thumbs hooked into your belt loops, pulling your jeans even lower, shimmying them until your lace panties were in view— stark ruby red lace presented itself in front of sophia, the band being the only thing she was able to view.
her breath hitched, “what are you doing?”
you only smiled, “sorry, what was that about being clear?”
her lips parted slightly, head gesturing for you to continue. you straddled her lap, straightening up on your knees while sophia sank into the cushion, your waist touching her lips— almost.
sophia subconsciously leaned in closer, her fingers coming up to grab onto your hips with soft, firm hands.
“you want it?”
sophia nodded, “yea, i want it.”
“you need it that bad?”
“yes,”
you settled in her lap, hands stretching out to the bottle, popping off the loose lid. the liquid splashed into the small shot glass, her eyes paying attention to you rather than the clear drink.
“tip your head back,” you whispered, watching the girl follow your orders.
sophia let her head fall back, parting her lips without needing further guidance— a result of her 'newfound' infatuation.
the liquid poured down her throat, sophia swallowing as it went. your fingers rested under her chin, tipping it up to close her mouth, shot glass set back down onto the small table.
“i need it too,” your nail dragged down her body, stopping in the middle— hands bringing themselves to your body instead, fingertips unzipping and unbuttoning denim, hands helping the material off your waist.
sophia didn’t remove her eyes from you, bottom lip tucked under her teeth while she watched.
the jeans fell to the floor but you didn’t stop, your fingers slid the red lace right off your hips.
“open your hand,”
sophia offered an open palm, the fabric dropping right into them. “hold these for me?”
she groaned in response, you hadn't done much and sophia's mind was reeling— more than it should’ve been, she'd acknowledged, but she couldn’t find a reason to step back.
now bare, your body lowered onto sophia's thigh— skin to skin, your eyes taking in hers, your hips rolling and rubbing against her.
sophia brought her hands to your waist, adding pressure, enough to remind you that she was very much present but not enough to fix your pace.
you bit onto your lip, leaning forward, your lips ghosting by her ear. “what’s wrong, you're pretty quiet for someone who was acting all too cocky minutes ago.”
another shift, sophia’s head tilted back.
“hm?” you teased, the rolling only quickening.
sophia shook her head, “i asked, i’m just appreciating it. i want you to use me.”
your lips curved upwards, finger pulling at her lower lip, “you don't have to stay so quiet baby,”
sophia's breath caught, “you're right, move your fucking hips for me.”
you laughed at her words, hips moving forward, soft sounds spilling from even softer lips.
sophia didn’t avert her gaze, eyes stuck on the way your head tilted and the tank strap tipped off your shoulder.
obscene sounds filled the room, your hips bucked faster, chasing what you'd been dying for.
“please,” you whispered, begging for what she knew you wanted.
what you both wanted.
sophia kissed behind your ear, “aww look who needs it now” she teased, moving your hips with more intensity. you couldn’t take it anymore, your breath quickening every other second.
though sophia couldn't be cruel, she didn’t even have it in her to try. “go ahead,”
her words made your legs shiver, a leaking mess left on her thigh and a satisfied gasp escaping your lips.
“i need to show you again sometime,” you added, panting to regain your composure.
“you know where to find me.” sophia chuckled, while you sat on her trying to recollect yourself again.
content. g!p megan x fem!reader smut p in v dirty underwear kink degradation
if you don't like it don't read it :)
a/n: this was for a request but I lost all of them so I can't put it up 😐
You had noticed that your dirty underwear had started disappearing from your laundry basket and reappearing clean in your closet.
At first, you thought it was one of the girls — some kind gesture from someone who wanted to help you with the laundry. But after a few weeks, the pattern became unmistakable: only the underwear.
Then you caught Megan.
You had gotten back from an individual training session, noticed your bedroom door was slightly open, and there she was: Megan, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist down, one hand moving fast, frantic, between her legs. In her other hand, she was holding a pair of your black panties pressed to her nose.
And that's how you got here.
You on top of her. Your knees on either side of her hips, your hands dug into her shoulders. Her cock is inside you. There's no rhythm. Just chaos. Your hips go up and down nonstop, slamming against hers. Every thrust is rough. You don't give her time to breathe.
"I'm sorry," Megan says, the word repeating between her moans, between the sounds of your pelvis hitting hers. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."
"So dirty," you reply, your voice barely audible over the creaking mattress. "Using my dirty underwear to masturbate. Like a stupid teenager."
"I'm sorry—"
"Aren't you ashamed, mei?"
"Yes—"
"Are you sure?"
She doesn't answer. But her cock throbs inside you, and her hips push upward, looking for more, even though you already have all of her. Even though she can't take any more.
You're sweaty. Your hair sticks to your forehead. Your thighs are burning. But you don't stop. You can't stop. You see her from above, her eyes glassy, her mouth open, her hands gripping your hips like they're the only thing holding her up.
"Slower," she says suddenly, almost like a plea. "Please, slower."
"Slower?" you repeat, mocking her. Your hips keep slamming against hers, brutal. "The slut who masturbated with my dirty underwear can't handle me?"
"That's not it—"
"Then what?"
"It's just that—"
"Shut up."
She tries to obey. Her fingers squeeze your hips, her nails dig into your skin. Tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes, and her breathing becomes more erratic.
"Slower," she repeats, and this time it's a sob. "Please, Y/n. I won't last."
"I don't want you to last," you reply. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
You grab the underwear from the floor. The same pair Megan had pressed to her face thirty minutes ago. You wrap them around your hand and shove them into her mouth.
Megan doesn't try to stop you. The tears that had been forming at the corners fall down her cheeks. The fabric soaks her tongue. She doesn't dare spit it out. She doesn't dare move her head.
"No," you say, increasing the intensity of your thrusts. "Don't you dare cry now. This is what you wanted. This is what you were after when you stole my underwear."
"Mmph," is all she can say.
"You wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to punish you. Isn't that right?"
She nods. The tears keep falling, but she nods.
"Good," you say. "Now be a good girl and come for me."
You speed up the rhythm. You feel her cock throb inside you, feel her body tense, feel the hands that were on your hips fall to her sides.
The orgasm shakes you both at the same time. She moans against the fabric, and you scream her name against her neck, and the sheets get soaked.
You let your breathing calm down a little, then you take the fabric — now completely soaked — out of Megan's mouth.
You kiss her. With the taste of your own underwear still on her tongue. With her cock still inside you. With the tears mixing on her cheeks.
"Don't steal my underwear again," you say against her lips.
content. daniela x fem!reader smut dirty talk humiliation degradation pet play
for this request <3
if you don't like it don't read it :)
Daniela had been in front of the computer for three hours when you started getting desperate. You sat on the floor at her feet and rested your chin on her knee, letting out a sigh that she completely ignored. The sound of the keyboard was incessant, keys clicking one after another without pause, and her left hand went down to your head and she stroked your hair, distracted, before going back to the keyboard.
"Dani," you whispered.
"Mm."
You raised a hand to her thigh, sliding your fingers along the inside of her leg. The fabric of her training pants was soft, and you could feel the heat of her skin through it. Daniela didn't move, but her jaw tensed.
"No."
"It's not fair," you said, your voice a lament. "You've been ignoring me for days."
Her hand went back to your head, but this time she grabbed you by the hair and pulled your face away from her knee with a sharp movement that made you arch your neck. The pink leather collar you were wearing jingled as you did.
"I'm working, puppy," she said calmly, but there was a warning in it.
You stayed on the floor, looking at her. The hand you'd placed on her leg fell to your sides. You got on all fours. The carpet scraped against your bare knees. You crawled toward her shoe. You pressed your crotch against the top of it. The fabric of your shorts was thin, and you could feel the shape of the shoe against your cunt.
You started moving. Back and forth. The collar jingled softly with each movement.
"What the fuck are you doing, bad little puppy?" Daniela's voice cut through the air, but you didn't stop.
"Y/n."
You didn't stop.
Daniela pushed her chair back slightly. She saw you there, on all fours, rubbing yourself against her shoe like a dog in heat, your hips moving in a desperate rhythm. She stood up. She grabbed you by the collar and pulled you away from her shoe as if you were a dangerous animal. The leather tightened around your throat, and you coughed, your hands going up to your neck instinctively.
"What on earth makes you think you can hump my shoe?" she said, in a whisper that chilled your skin.
She looked down at your crotch. The fabric of your shorts was dark, soaked, stuck to your cunt. She gave you a little tap on the cheek. It wasn't a hard slap. It was a humiliating pat, while holding you by the collar with her other hand.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, venom in her voice. "Are you that needy?"
"I need attention," you babbled, the word coming out pathetic.
"Is this how you ask for it? Rubbing yourself against my things like a desperate bitch?"
She tugged on the collar again, just enough for you to feel the pressure on your throat.
"Good puppies sit and wait," she said, her eyes not leaving yours. "Bad puppies go to the cage."
She let you go. She sat back down. The keyboard started clicking again.
You stayed on the floor, shaking, on the verge of tears. One hand touched the collar, rubbing the red mark it had left on your neck, catching your breath.
Five minutes passed. The keyboard kept clicking. The desperation returned, more intense than before. The need burned inside you. You saw her left arm resting on the desk. The one she used for the mouse. Her forearm bare, moving back and forth.
You stood up. Your legs were trembling. You walked around her chair from behind, and then you hung onto her arm. You wrapped both arms around her forearm, hugging it against your chest, and pressed your crotch against her elbow. The bone pressed exactly where you needed it most. You started moving up and down, your cunt rubbing against it.
"Y/n," Daniela said, and this time her voice was dangerous. It wasn't a warning. It was a threat.
You could hear the exhaustion in her tone. The frustration.
"I can't take it anymore," you moaned, tears already streaming down your cheeks. "I need—"
"You need to be put in your place."
Her fingers left the mouse and grabbed your wrist. The force made you cry out. She pulled you off her like you were an insect, spun you around, grabbed you by the collar again, and took you to the other side of the room.
The cage was in the corner. It was made of metal, painted pink, just the right size for someone on all fours.
"No," you said, looking at the open cage, the cold bars, the darkness of the corner.
"I told you," Daniela said, and pushed you inside. "Bad puppies go to the cage."
"Dani, please…"
"Shut up."
She pushed you. Your knees hit the blanket, your hands landed on the floor. The bars were cold against your forehead. Daniela went to the nightstand drawer. She opened the second one and took out a huge vibrator. It was thick. Very thick.
"You see this?" she said, and pressed the tip of the vibrator against your lower lip. "This is what happens when you misbehave."
She lowered her hand. She pulled down your shorts in one tug along with your underwear, the fabric getting caught on your ankles. You were soaked.
Daniela spread your legs. It wasn't gentle. Her hands pushed your knees apart until your cunt was completely exposed.
"Look at the mess you made," she said, running her fingers through your center. "You soaked my carpet. You soaked my shoe. You soaked my arm."
She pressed the tip of the vibrator against your entrance without going in yet.
"I'm leaving you here," she said, staring at you. "Until I finish working. Understood?"
You nodded. Tears were already running down your cheeks, mixing with sweat.
Then she pushed. The vibrator went in all at once.
It was enormous. You could feel it in your stomach. The curved tip pressed against your most sensitive spot, and the wide base wouldn't let you close your legs. The walls of your cunt contracted around it, trying to adjust to the size.
Daniela turned on the vibrator and started increasing the levels. When she reached the fifth, your whole body tensed up, your back arched, and a moan escaped your mouth.
"Shh," Daniela said, and closed the cage door. The lock clicked. "I'll be at the desk. If you behave, maybe I'll take it out early."
She stood up. She walked to the desk. She sat down. The keyboard started clicking again.
You stayed on all fours, the vibrator buzzing inside you, the cold bars against your forehead. Tears fell onto the blanket, soaking it.
The vibrator was too strong. Too deep. You writhed on the blanket, legs trembling, fingers gripping the bars.
"Dani," you whimpered.
She didn't answer.
"Dani, please…"
"I told you," she said from the desk, not looking at you. "If you behave, I'll take it out early."
The orgasm started building. You didn't want it — you knew Dani would be disappointed. But you couldn't stop it. Your legs were trembling, your fingers gripping the bars, and you could feel the pleasure building in your belly.
"No," you moaned, your voice a sob. "No, no, no…"
Daniela didn't say anything. She didn't look at you. She just turned up the level again.
You came. The orgasm ran through your entire body, shaking you against the bars, making the cage rattle, and you felt the hot liquid gush out of you, soaking the blanket, soaking your thighs, soaking the vibrator that kept buzzing inside.
"Puppy?" Daniela said, her voice a whisper from the desk. "Did you come without permission?"
The vibrator didn't stop. The orgasm kept going. You writhed, moaning, crying, your nails scraping against the bars.
"Dani, no — I'm sorry — I didn't mean to—"
"You're being a bad little puppy today."
Hearing that, the tears fell down your cheeks even harder.
Daniela got up from the desk. She walked toward the cage slowly. She crouched in front of the bars and looked at you.
"Did you learn your lesson?" she asked, her voice sweet now, dangerously sweet.
"Yes," you sobbed. "Yes, I learned."
"What did you learn?"
"That good puppies sit and wait."
"And what are you?"
"A bad puppy."
"And what do bad puppies deserve?"
"The cage."
Daniela smiled. She reached her hand through the bars and stroked your cheek. Her thumb wiped away a tear.
"Good," she said. "Now sleep. I'll let you out tomorrow."
PAIRINGS: g!p daniela avanzini x fem!reader, g!p megan skiendiel x fem!reader, g!p daniela avanzini x g!p megan skiendiel (kind of?)
CONTENT WARNINGS: creampie, double penetration, oral (m and r receieving), 3 way kiss, threesome, spit roasting, making out,
WORD COUNT: 1,575
A/N: OK FIRST SMUT DONT be mean…………......fkdjkfsjkg ok sorry if this is shit I wrote this at 3am last night and YES the kiss scene is inspired by challengers ❤️
It was movie night with your roommates. You watched the screen in front of you, the TV playing some random rom-com your roommate, Daniela, had picked on Netflix.
30 minutes in, you were getting hungry. You stood up, your back now facing the TV. “Mm, I’m gonna get something to eat, you guys want anything?” You asked, running a hand through your flowy hair. “Nah, I’m good,” Daniela looked up at you, “Megan, what about you? You hungry?” She asked, looking at the ginger haired girl sitting across from her. Megan simply shook her head no, her thumb hovering across her phone screen.
You made your way over to the kitchen, skimming through the refrigerator until you found something appetizing enough. You picked up a bar of chocolate before closing the refrigerator door and then grabbing a soda out the freezer.
As you made your way back, you set down your soda on the coffee table in front of you, opening the chocolate bar and taking a small bite out of it. You sat back down in the middle of the couch, almost being sandwiched between Megan and Daniela. You definitely weren't complaining.
“That taste any good?” Daniela asked, her eyes lingering on your lips for a little too long. You hum, looking into her dark pools of brown. “Mhm, You want some?” You bring the chocolate bar to her mouth, a small grin on your face. “Well, don’t mind if I do.” She takes a bite out of it, licking her lips after swallowing.
At this point, the TV is completely abandoned, the movie in the background offering nothing but background noise. You set the chocolate down on the coffee table, laying back on the couch. Your hands wander, having one hand on each of your roommate’s thighs. A slight twitch ran through Megan’s body as you lay your hand on her thigh, a barely audible whine escaping her lips.
As for Daniela, it's almost like she encouraged it, her own hand trapping your hand underneath it. You rested your head on the Latina’s shoulder, the three of you trying so hard to actually focus on the movie. You tilt your head up, looking up at Daniela. You move your head closer to hers, faces just inches away.
You move even closer, so close in fact your lips are brushing against hers. She tugs a stray hair behind your ear, pulling you into a kiss. A whimper slips out of you, deepening the kiss. You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter, and you’re sure Daniela could feel how hot you were getting.
You pull away from her. And being the nice, sweet roommate you are, you turn to Megan, running your hand up and down her chest. You wouldn’t want her to miss out on all the fun. She whines as soon as you touch her, her body going stiff. You pepper her face with kisses, leaving small, sticky lipgloss marks on her cheek.
Megan was shy, inexperienced even. But that just seemed to turn you on even more. You pull her into a kiss, her hands instantly finding your waist and holding on for dear life. She grips your waist so hard it might even bruise, small little moans escaping her lips.
You pull away, leaning back on the couch. You look at Daniela, then you look at Megan. A smirk appears on your face as an idea pops in your head, the duo stares at you, waiting for you to do something.
“Kiss.” You order.
At first, they look taken aback, confused even. But, being your generous roommates, they obey.
They shift closer to each other on the couch, looking each other in the eyes. Eventually, they pull each other into a sloppy kiss. The sight is enough to make you go absolutely feral. But you stop yourself. After a brief moment, they pull away, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
You stand up, gesturing that the two follow you as well. You walk to your bedroom, opening the door and sitting on the end of your bed. They sit next to you, Megan on your right and Daniela on your left.
The three of you are so close you can feel each other's body heat, the only thing audible in the room being the sound of heavy breathing. Daniela tugs off her hoodie, her skin glistening from sweat. You were mesmerized. It's like you were in a daze. Megan followed right after, unzipping her sweater and taking it off.
You grab each girl's jaw, pulling their faces closer to yours. As they inch closer and closer to you, you open your mouth and pull them into a messy, sloppy kiss.
Megan whines, gripping the bedsheets underneath her as you slide your tongue across her lips.
She pulls away, leaving soft kisses on your jawline and neck. Daniela on the other hand, deepens the kiss, running her fingers through your hair.
Once she pulled away, you felt a feeling of emptiness. You wanted more.
Daniela runs her hand across your thigh, squeezing it. Her free hand playing with the hem of your tank top.
You take off your top, revealing your bare chest underneath. Megan’s eyes instantly go to your tits, her hands reaching out to caress them. You decide to lay back on the bed, giving your roommates more room to use you.
Megan moves closer to your chest, replacing her hands with her mouth. Your hand grips her hair as her tongue runs over your sensitive nipple, your fingers tangling in her locks.
A loud, pornographic moan escapes your lips, making the two girls even more aroused. Daniela plays with the waistband of your tiny shorts, you pull them down for her, exposing your bare pussy.
“Mmh, you didn’t wear panties? What a slut. Right, Megan?” Daniela teases, her fingers trailing down to your sensitive clit. Megan snaps out of her trance, nodding her head. “M-Mhm.. Yeah..” Her voice is shaky, almost like she's about to crumble.
Daniela gets up, walking in front of you and spreading your legs opens. “Fuck, baby. If only you knew how hard I am for you..” She gets on her knees, leaving small kisses on your inner thigh.
Her nose brushes against your clit, making you shiver. Daniela runs her tongue through your folds, sucking and lapping up your arousal. Megan pulls herself off of your nipple, not being able to control herself anymore. “Need.. Need to cum..” She whines, rubbing her dick through her clothed bulge.
You sit up, changing your position. You flip around on all fours, arching your back and guiding Megan to kneel in front of you. She pulls her sweatpants down just enough for her cock to spring out. Megan was such a loser, but she had a huge dick. Like at least 8 inches.
You wrapped your mouth around her aching tip, precum leaking already. Megan bucks her hips forward, her cock pushing further and further into your mouth.
Daniela pulls down her sweatpants and rubs her clothed bulge on your ass, rubbing her thumb across your inner thigh. “Oh my.. Fuck..” She pulls her boxers down and spits on her hand, lubricating her cock with her spit before shoving it into your glistening hole.
“So fuckin’ tight..” She slaps your ass, a red handprint marking your skin. Megan’s hands tangle in your hair, tears forming at her eyes. You could tell she was close by the way she was shaking. You felt her dick throb in your mouth, Every time she twitched, the grip on your hair would get even tighter.
Suddenly, you feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint the inside of your mouth and pussy. A small whimper leaves your mouth, you’re completely ruined. Daniela pulls out, breathing so heavy it sounds like she just ran a marathon. Megan lays down, and you lay right on top of her.
“Mm, you can go another round, right baby?” Daniela asked from above, running a hand down your back. “Yeah.. I can.” You sit up, positioning Megan’s dick from under you inside of your soaking pussy. “Fuuck.. So tight..” Megan whines underneath you, gripping the bedsheets.
Daniela rubs her thumb over her tip before shoving her dick into your pussy, above Megan’s. The way you grip their dicks makes it almost impossible to move, but that doesn’t stop Daniela.
She rams into you, her thick length making your brain foggy. You bite your lip, tears already swelling up in your eyes. Megan buries her face in the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses and tender bites.
Megan couldn’t hold it anymore. “M’so close..” Her hips bucked up, shooting a thick load into your hole. Daniela followed, shooting thick ropes of cum inside you.
“Man.. That was amazing..” Daniela pulls out once more, watching as the cum spills out of you. She walks over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and then coming back. She wipes down your body with the towel and cleans you up.
“Sorry baby.. Did we go too hard?” She asked, caressing your face as you laid on Megan’s chest, who was already fast asleep. “No.. That was like.. the best sex i’ve ever had.” Daniela chuckled, laying down next to you and pulling a blanket over the three of you.
Well, you learned one thing, you definitely need to have more movie nights with your roommates in the future.
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