𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 cw: g!p, orgasms, pet name(baby), forced kiss, making out, fingering, moaning, missionary, aftercare.
you’ve always been known as the rich and popular girl at school, who almost all of the boys would fangirl over— maybe even a couple girls.
recently your mom has been bugging you about getting a tutor to get your grades up. you refused repeatedly and told your mom you’d try harder— but she clearly didn’t believe you.
one day, while you were sitting at the dining table playing on your phone and waiting for your mom to finish cooking, the door bell rang. “y/n, go get that!” your mom said— you rolled your eyes at her but did as you were told.
you walked to the front door, opening it. you saw one of your classmates— daniela. she was a total loser and had no friends. but goddamn, she was smart as fuck.
daniela was holding a few textbooks in her arms, her glasses sitting perfectly on her face but she still had the audacity to push them up.
“uhm— i’m here to tutor you.” she said, her voice sounding like she was scared of you, but she was just shy. or maybe she was scared of you, who knows?
“i didn’t hire a tutor.” you said, laughing with little humor before starting to shut the door, but you were stopped by your mom who pulled the door open.
“i hired her.” your mom said, crossing her arms in front of you. “but mom, you’re a grown adult?” you snickered but your mom didn’t find it funny.
“she’s for you, y/n. go sit at the table and get to work.” your mom said, you were speechless. how could you mom go and do this behind your back?
your mom invited daniela in, you didn’t argue with your mom because you didn’t want to get grounded— after all, you had just gotten ungrounded for arguing with your mom.
you were dressed in a loose white graphic t-shirt over a black strappy tank top, paired with dark denim shorts.
of course, you would’ve dressed more differently if you were expecting a guest. but you weren’t at all. but you didn’t really care— it was daniela; the loser.
you sat at the table and daniela sat down next to you, setting down the textbooks. “y/n, i’m sorry for not telling you i was going to be tutoring you..” daniela whispered so your mom wouldn’t hear.
“i don’t really care— let’s just get on with it.” you said, waving your hands in the air then opening one of the textbooks.
daniela was explaining a question to you, but your eyes started to linger on her thighs. her skirt was shirt so it was slightly folded over since she was sitting down.
you bit your lip, finding the view attractive. then you looked up at daniela. finding her quite attractive as well. you bit your lip.
daniela then caught you staring, she cleared her throat to catch your attention again. you looked up at daniela then grabbed her hand.
“mom, we’re going to work in my room.” you said, daniela looked at you confused but didn’t protest.
you made it to your room and she set down the textbooks on your desk. “so— why did we come in here, y/n?”
she asked, but before she could even blink again, you pushed her down on your bed, laying on top of her.
you started to make out with her, she put her hands on your shoulders, about to push you off but you pulled away yourself.
“please, daniela.” you said, looking at her, your lips wet from the contact of hers. daniela nodded then pulled you against her, your lips meeting again.
the kiss was deep and wet, it was like you were in heaven. it was way better than any other boys. you could taste her cherry lip gloss against your lips, turning you on even more.
you kept moaning against her lips, trying to contain yourself so your mom wouldn’t here, but daniela’s lips were too fucking good to not.
your hand reaches to daniela’s skirt— but you feel something.. off?
you look up at her, daniela swallowing her spit hard. “daniela, what is this?” you say your hand not leaving her ‘pussy’.
daniela’s face is as red as a strawberry at this point, you can tell she’s really embarrassed.
“it’s okay, baby.” you say, understanding. you slip her skirt off slowly, seeing her dick. you bite your lip, it was so fucking attractive.
daniela pulled you against her then flipped you over. “y/n, i can’t control myself— you’re so fucking hot.” daniela said, kissing you again
she started to pull down your shorts then take of your shirt. you were already getting wet.
daniela then caressed her hand all the way down your body. her long slender fingers rubbing over your folds. moans escaping your lips.
daniela knew your mom was home, so she put her hands over your mouth— making sure you don’t get caught.
her fingers then slipped into your pussy, you almost screamed against her hand. she pumped her fingers in and out of your pussy, your legs starting to tremble.
“daniela..i’m gonna— fuck.” you said into her hand before you let yourself go, releasing all over her fingers. daniela smirked and licked her fingers clean.
daniela then started to stroke herself before putting her dick against your pussy slowly slipping it in. you moaned loudly but faintly against her hand again.
daniela started to pump her dick in and out of your pussy slowly, before increasing her speed. your hands landed on her shoulders your eyes rolling back into your skull, you never expected daniela to be like this.
your legs started to shake again, your body trembling.
you then came again, but daniela kept going— your legs were trembling and you felt a tear fall from your eye.
“fuck—“ daniela said then pulled out, stroking herself then cuming on your stomach, biting her lip as she watched her release cover your stomach.
daniela then pulled you into a hug, your body still trembling. she then turned over, having you lay on top of her, her hand running through your hair gently.
“i love you.” daniela; the loser, said.