nerd megan is the classic overachiever nerd—glasses, cardigans, always carrying like 5 books and color-coded notes. reader is the quiet emo kid who sits in the back, headphones on, drawing in their sketchbook and only speaks when forced. they got paired for a project and the rest is history
you first got close during an overnight mario kart tournament at the esports club. megan kept destroying everyone with rosalina and you were the only one who could keep up. after you both made it to the finals, she looked at you with wide eyes and whispered “you’re really good…” and you’ve been down bad ever since.
nerd megan is OBSESSED with your hands. like… she stares at the rings, the chipped black nail polish, the veins when you’re holding the controller and get distracted mid-game. sometimes she’ll just grab your hand and put it between her legs without saying anything. she has a whole private note titled “hands” that she will NEVER show anyone
nerd megan is extremely whiny during sex, especially when you’re inside her. she squeezes her eyes shut, voice all high and shaky: “ahh— it’s too big… wait wait— i can’t take it yet…” but the second you slow down she starts whimpering “no— don’t stop, please don’t stop, i need it…”
you’re usually the more dominant one, but megan can get surprisingly bold when she’s horny. she once climbed into your lap while you were playing elden ring, pulled her panties to the side, and sank down on you while whispering “keep playing… i just want to feel you.”
after sex she becomes the clingiest baby ever. she’ll curl up on your chest, still sniffling and trembling, and mumble stuff like “you always make me feel so satisfied… i don’t know how you do that…” while you play with her hair and call her cute.
you two have a secret code during games. if she dies in a boss fight she’ll say “i need healing…” which secretly means she wants you to fuck her. you’ve lost so many ranked matches because of this.
nerd megan has a massive corruption kink. she loves when reader fingers her in the library under the table, or makes her suck them off in the bathroom during lunch. she’ll be bright red and whispering “we’re gonna get caught—” while secretly getting off on the risk
your emo ass has a secret soft spot for megan’s nerdy rants. sometimes you be fucking and megan starts explaining the plot of the book she’s reading and you just keeps thrusting while listening like “yeah? what happens next baby”
bonus: you once fucked her on your gaming chair while she was wearing your hoodie and nothing else. she came so hard she knocked over your monitor. you both laughed about it for weeks.
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a/n ; as you can see its lazy writing, i didn’t even use proper capital.
Living in the same apartment, yet not on the same planet. Megan lives her life in sweet ignorance while Daniela is burning with passionate fire pining for her dorky roommate. Until Daniela decides to do something about it.
— An explicit Meizini long fic. Prologue. (MDNI)
content / warning(s): Alternative universe: where the girls are just... young women in the city! Nerd!Megan, a virgin and secretly a pervert with a heart of gold; Popular!Daniela, the fiery go-getter that is also secretly kinky. Service top megan, Power bottom Daniela, oblivious Megan with desperate Daniela lmao, voyeurism, vague exhibitionism, a fair bit of build up (long fic ahead), explicit and descriptive intercourse lol.
words: 4k, explicit content towards the end.
— ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• : Fill me in (Craig David)
Bright neon lights teleported Daniela Avanzini into the dimension of fun and whimsy, glowing all colors in the rainbow with different machines lowly singing different tunes that drowned in the sea of chatter, laughter and other noises too unimportant to distinguish. To the woman, it was like stepping into some sort of spaceship with familiar and unfamiliar games alike. Whole cabinets dedicated to play-pretend racing, others about shooting frighteningly fast zombies, then the familiar whack-a-moles, test your strength, test your speed kinda shindig. Among them all, surrounded by most people, were the gaming classics that never failed to gather a crowd of enthusiasts. Dares and challenges passed down in some sort of humiliation ritual or a test of might — competition brewing both in friendly and unfriendly terms.
Let us not fool ourselves, this wasn’t Daniela’s realm, opting more for clubs, bars and restaurants with her girls. Yet, there she was, walking through the varied crowd of teens and adults, in hopes of finding the tell-tale sign of the woman she was looking for.
One of the arcades surrounded by a small handful of people was Daniela’s destination, a crowd of people quite unlike her peers — a totally different subculture and fashion code. Donning geeky shirts, bags full of jingling trinkets from cartoons or anime (of course someone had a labubu) and all around an air that people were dressed for sport and comfort rather than… to look stunning. Daniela soon figured out why.
Among that small crowd was Megan Skiendiel in all her confusing glory.
Donning baggy sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, glowing with breathtaking beauty, sweating buckets and panting at the Dance Dance Revolution machine yet still smiling wide like she was born to be at that place around her fellow nerds. Without shame, she exclaimed for another round and went for it, pushing through exhaustion like this was a sport, pushing her own limits to win. She was fascinating in Daniela’s eyes. She had the makings of a popular girl, of an ‘it girl’ that could go clubbing with Daniela that very night, yet she was so focused in her world of games, comics and movies to care for it. So happy in her little realm, in her circle of friends where Daniela couldn’t find a spot to sit in. In a subtle way, it drove Daniela crazy.
The latina approached the crowd tentatively as she watched her favorite geek stomped away at the rhythm of infectious music, laughing along her friend as they both failed to move as fast as they knew they could, just living in the moment without a single clue that her roommate was watching her with adulation among the crowd. A gaze so filled with yearning need that went unnoticed through the entire song, even through the result screen where Megan emerged as the clear victor — soon engulfed in congratulatory pats, secret handshakes and future challenges. So oblivious, until she hopped off the metal pad and came face to face with the familiar woman. Eyes wide, blinking to process her before she smiled softly and politely. The smile she always had, this time mixed with a slight bit of shyness. “H-Hi, I… didn’t expect you here,” Megan said breathless, hands on her hips and arms akimbo.
Daniela didn’t expect herself here either, staring right at the woman who made her heart run miles. The woman who couldn’t imagine the amount of emotions she was bringing up inside Daniela by just standing there sweaty, worn out, but smiling ever so subtly, so politely, so… adorably shy at times.
It all started three months before this moment when Daniela and Megan became roommates. A brand new year for the two young women where they want to start over in this new city. New apartment, new roommate to split rent with and a lot of new opportunities to explore the new world around her. For the lore, for the thrill, to wash away past regrets and heartbreaks! Daniela walked into her new apartment and anxiously wondered if her new roommate was going to be someone just like her. A girl’s girl, she hoped, someone she could trust and maybe become close friends with. And if not, someone who minded their own business in a respectful manner! What she didn’t expect was to be roommates with, and I say this with utmost affection, a geek. A woman who walked in with a bright, if not slightly shy, smile and dangling charms on her backpack that told Daniela instantly that she had… interests that she didn’t know at all about.
Interest represented in posters, a dedicated spot on the shelf for figurines, a laptop that could handle intense gaming sessions, handheld consoles with small stack of games and, surprisingly, books. Or, er, that’s what they looked like. In contrast to Daniela whose room was only decorated with portraits of beautiful landscapes from her mother’s home country, medals and achievements hanging on the wall alongside it, photos with old friends and dance partners on the shelf and the vanity and overall a very chic, organized bedroom. Total contrast; while Megan’s looked like a den of nerdy interests, Daniela’s looked like something out of a catalogue for gifted children. Two very different worlds under one roof.
After settling in the first few days and getting the awkward pleasantries aside, Daniela found herself deeply curious about this girl. On the surface, Megan was debilitatingly sweet despite being socially awkward at first. Out of her mouth came silly jokes and references that never did land, but her body language was attentive to Daniela’s comfort. Opening jars for her, reaching the higher places of the cupboard, offering to carry heavy things for her, opening the door for her when they bumped into each other at the café and even pulling her chair back on the few occasions they got to eat something together at the dining room table.
Conversations over food were short, tentative at first, feeling around for what each other was like, to try and find some common ground among them. Despite bonding over a shared passion of dancing, love of cute puppy videos and comedy movies, there really wasn’t a lot of common ground above the shared opinions of the new city and their area.
That was fine, not all roommates had to be besties, Daniela thought. Yet there was this strange magnetism about this woman that kept her making moves to find out more about them. Daniela quickly found herself staring longer than intended, observing her do the little things. Watching her wash dishes, for example, fascinated by the woman’s shape and how the baggy clothes fell so chicly on her body; watching her put on her glasses to read the instructions on the box of her new headphones…
Was that creepy? Daniela sure hoped it wasn’t, especially because Megan never really found out. As sharp as a plastic ball, this one. Had the 6th sense of a dopey cat on catnip. The latina would straight up stare at the woman taking her clothes out of the dryer and the dope didn’t notice! Or, well, didn’t make a big deal out of it, but given the way Daniela was staring one would at least call it to attention. Puppy eyes filled with misty affection (that Daniela didn’t even know she had for Megan) was certainly… something to bring up. But nothing, not a thing.
Which would’ve come in handy that one time Daniella caught a glimpse of something she shouldn't have.
It was a month in and Daniela had just had her first sleepover at one of her soon-to-become-besties Manon’s house, meaning Megan had the apartment for herself over the night. Obviously the latina was ever so curious of how she’d find the apartment when she twisted the key and walked right in. Much to her surprise, it was nice and tidy like she left it! Except for maybe the whole ass Megan sleeping away at the couch with the phone hanging for dear life on her chest. Steadily breathing, so angelical, so adorable — until Daniela’s eyes landed on that morning wood. A hefty, thick slab of meat pulsing away against its fabric restraints. Daniela wasn’t surprised Megan had it (it was mentioned once and it really wasn’t a problem), what she was surprised at was the hefty look to it… and how much she liked to see it. Blushing mad red, she found herself just staring at it until Megan stirred awake. The sudden stiffness in Megan’s once-relaxed body pulled Daniela right out of her daze and right into staring at those wide, round eyes. A second to process it, another second to cover her boner, a third one to sit up right with reddened cheeks and a shy gaze looking somewhere else.
“S-Sorry about that,” was the mumble that came out of Megan, quickly getting up and heading to her room, leaving her phone behind in total embarrassment.
“N-no, you’re fine, g’morning,” Daniela quickly stammered out in response, not looking at her and just heading straight for her room. A comedy act for the fly on the wall, frankly. Both doors closed shut and both girls felt like they could be swallowed by earth and they would be totally fine with it.
The awkward hours after both came out of hiding to continue their daily routine were frankly adorable. Soft voices addressed each other with shy respect, apologetic even. Megan apologized first, saying she didn’t mean to fall asleep on the couch, Daniela apologized for staring so much at it; Megan forgave her, understanding it must’ve been a bit of a surprise for her, Daniela laughed at how silly it all was. It wasn’t like Daniela hadn’t seen her fair share of cocks, but… it was different when the one you catch is the very person you subconsciously lust for. They both returned to normalcy soon after, Daniela didn’t treat Megan any differently and Megan was still as cooperative a roommate as ever – but Daniela had to face facts soon.
As the second month rolled by and Daniela quickly made more friends with co-workers and other dancers from the area, things were becoming increasingly clearer for her. Among all the people she knew and all the bachelors that were waiting for the time to shoot their shot, there was not a single person she was drawn to. Going out to a house party? No one interesting to her. Going bowling with the girls? No one caught her eyes. Dinner with the crew? No one pulled her chair back chivalrously like Megan! Bar hopping? No one opened the door for her and her girls like Megan once did. Going out for a drive late at night? No one to enjoy speed like Megan does. A tinder date turned steamy one-night night? No one’s cock as thick as Megan’s and no one’s breasts as hypnotizing as hers—.
This probably was a problem now…
A problem she would not address but rather secretly bottle up within herself. Instead, there she was standing in front of a sweaty Megan who still smiled with a certain shyness. She had no idea how long she’s been staring at her, but she could tell that words were getting lost on the way to her parted lips, slipping out as nothingness even if she had something to say.
Megan, instead, approached a little closer and simply asked with confusion. “What’s wrong?”
A tiny, imperceptible gulp. “I lost… the keys to the apartment.”
“Oh!” Megan straightened up a bit, starting to tap around her pockets. “I think I have mine in my bag—. I’m actually just finished, do you think you could give me a ride home?”
A surprised nod came out of Daniela before she could even think of it. “Sure, I’m… I’m sorry,” she said in a softer voice, watching Megan briefly wave her friends goodbye and grab her bag. “I-I just wanted to do a quick work out before tonight’s outing.”
“Oh yeah,” Megan nodded, walking with Daniela through the busy arcade. “You mentioned that! You going out with… Manon and Lara, right?”
Daniela looked up slightly at Megan, somehow finding it charming that she made the effort to remember her new friends that she barely knew anything about. “Yeah, we’ll be going to the club and…” The sentence trailed off, like Daniela couldn’t bring herself to finish it. There was the insinuation that she was looking to get laid that night, but she just couldn’t say it! Instead, looking back up at Megan to see her reaction.
The reaction was just her carefully calculating to squeeze past a group of people without having Daniela move away from her path at all. Successful, she smiled proudly at herself and held the door open for Daniela and the other people walking out with them.
Dork, she didn’t even notice the way Daniela was looking at her, so busy being a stupid, sweet gentlewoman.
Finally slipping out of the arcade and bleeding back into society, Megan finally asked. “Are you going to stay over?” And only then she looked on over to Daniela, still smiling so sweetly.
“Y…Yes,” Daniela said, her heart not fully in it, feeling it quiver at such a sight. “What about you?”
Megan shrugged. “I think I’ll just order some pizza and game a little.”
Which wasn’t uncommon for Megan. In fact, it seemed like it was a ritual weekend night for the woman. Daniela didn’t really judge it, but she was sort of confused. Didn’t the girl just finish playing a game? Why would she play more? Whatever the case, the latina still couldn’t shake that. Briefly, she observed Megan go her same way and, like clockwork, she opened the car’s door for her before going to her own side. This woman kept puzzling her, so Daniela thought to ask something she didn’t ask in all the three months of living together. “You don’t go clubbing?”
Megan looked a little taken aback by it at first, hopping in and giving it some thought as she fastened her seatbelt. “Never tried it, doesn’t look like something I would enjoy.”
Daniela twisted the key, her car coming to life and rumbling away. “How would you know if you never tried it?”
“Because!” Megan raised her hands and laughed. “I don’t do well at parties, I just… feel like I might get lost and confused in a club.”
Slipping into traffic now, Daniela had to summon ungodly strength to not look away from the road, desperately wanting to see that lovely smile on Megan’s face. “C’mon, you should try it at least once.”
“Ah, you think so?” Megan scratched her head. “N-not tonight, right? I’d have to, like, get very pretty in a rush.”
Daniela had to also use her ungodly strength to hold back a yearning groan and a declaration that Megan was already so pretty. Gulp, a little laugh. “Yes, not tonight,” as much as that killed her inside. “Maybe next week?”
With a soft hum and a shaky sigh, Megan nodded. “Alright! But you better go with me, or I’m truly never gonna do it.”
And so Daniela’s heart leaped a little bit.
Soon enough they were walking up to their apartment, Megan with her key in hand, but Daniela had been so lost in her turmoil of thoughts that her body had automatically reached down to her purse and then —.
Clink-clanking away in that secretive little stash in her purse were the very keys. Megan noticed, looked at Daniela and simply laughed at the silly incident, opening the door just the same and leaving it open for a gobsmacked Daniela who understood what this Freudian slip revealed a lot more reality than she expected.
This was, indeed, a problem.
Unlucky for us, Megan didn’t know Freud.
Condensation dripped like sweat down her fingertips, hand loosely gripping the glass with vague disinterest while the other hand tapped away against the table in boredom. In her eyes, feigned interest but in her body language there was total annoyance, yet unnoticed by the company right in front of her. Too sweet to send him to hell, but not sweet enough to really believe whatever he was saying. Too sober for this shit, but not wanting a single drop of alcohol in her system either.
In front of her a copy-pasted manifestation of every dude ever in this new city, yapping away at the ‘grindset mindset’ he has and the stuff he has going for him in life. Didn’t help that he was shouting this over the loud, bass-boosted, earth shaking jams of the club. Ever so sweet, Daniela just looked at him as attentively as she could muster, trying to grasp onto his line of thinking but getting lost in all these weird words he was saying (what the fuck was looksmaxxing?). Oh, but in those moments where her mind drifted to better pastures, there she was. That good looking woman whose smile was more radiant than the sun. That kept her going, that kept her smiling with a little more honesty as the man proved to be the worst conversationalist in the world.
The table was empty otherwise, with Manon, Lara and the rest of acquaintances off to the dancefloor to bust out some sweet moves, but Daniela couldn’t drag this man out on the dancefloor ‘cause he wasn’t there to dance. He was there to “connect” with her, to really get to know her beyond her good looks — even though he certainly only approached because she was stunning. A beautifully tailored black dress that hugged her silhouette scrumptiously (Lara’s words) and coily hair that felt like a spiral staircase to the heavens (Manon’s words), altogether with heels that could kill a man (Yoonchae, a new friend, said).
Yet, instead of stunning people on the dancefloor with sensual dance moves or that hypnotizing rhythm of hers… there she was, not even able to stop a man from yapping. A man that would go on to stick with her through the rest of the night when the girls were about to leave the club to go on with their dates and, well, have a nice night together. The audacity-shaped-man was about to self-congratulatorily pat himself in the back for such a conquest, but Daniela simply told him that she wasn’t feeling too well and that she was wanted to go home. The man was confused, like his talking was surely to get her swooning, so he stupidly said.
“But you didn’t sip your drink at all.”
Squint, eyebrow furrow. Oh the doll wasn’t going to even bother with the man. She simply turned around and walked away, ignoring the mumbled curses that slipped out of his mouth. A great outfit wasted, amazing make-up to boot, on a mediocre man that felt entitled to a night of sex simply because… well, who knows.
The night proved to be such a disappointment, Daniela was standing right in front of her apartment without the sun just peeking out of the horizon. Alone, without company, heels hanging loosely in her hands in defeat. Embarrassed, she entered her own apartment to find its quietness and darkness like a tender, melancholic hug — a reminder that some days just won’t work the way she wants them to. However, in the silent resignation of her actions, she had been a stealthy lady.
Stealthy enough for Megan not to notice someone was home.
A glowing light that kept changing colors, moving and swaying, slipped through the crack of an open door — a thin line of mystery piercing through the darkness of the apartment. Daniela barely can make out where she’s standing, let alone where she’s going, but she slowly walked up to that glowing light with eyebrows furrowed in confusion and eyes squinting to make out what—.
A soft moan slipped right through the crack of that door, Daniela’s heart stopped when she recognized that sweet voice.
Thump, thump, her heart dropped as a thought raced in the enclosure of her mind. Yanked back into the world, she realized that the door left open was Megan’s. How silly, what else would it be right? Perhaps it was the daze of disappointment and yearning that had her mind in such a frazzle, but such a thing like this never happens. So a lot of things came to mind.
Was Megan secretly with someone in her room? Was Megan okay at all? Was Megan…
Daniela shook her head rather violently at the sudden thought, almost feeling guilty for thinking it. Yet, the only way to answer that pressing question was…
Sneakily, she peeked in through the crack, using every control of her muscles to avoid touching that creaking treacherous door. Unclear shapes, unclear noises, ‘till her eyes adjusted and focused on the private scene unfolding before her eyes. A delicious, intimate and – above all – solitary scene that had the hairs all over Daniela’s skin standing erect.
Speaking of standing erect. Megan’s cock certainly was.
Slender, lengthy fingers stroked that glistening, lubed up cock with reckless abandon. Desperation measured in speed, restraint calculated in the amount of silence that Megan nearly drowned in — still that tell-tale sloppy, wetness of a well-lubed shaft being given such delicious strokes. Daniela found herself salivating at the look of it, but such a fire within her intensified as she took in all of Megan. Lying there, so vulnerable, fully nude except for the headphones fixed to her head as her body arched and stirred. Her other hand caressing the already traced, lubed trails of her breast, pulling her nipple and flicking it before kneading her tit with neediness. The poor thing looked like she needed more than hand to help her, to massage those hefty balls or to fondle those lovely mounds, but Daniela could only watch in that moment where Megan had closed her eyes and drifted into her imagination and wild fantasies. Light sheen of sweat covered her milky skin, bits of her bangs stuck to her forehead with it, eyes only slightly opening with laser focus on her cock as she kept stroking. Daniela had focused so hard, she could see the drip-drop of lube fly out of the frantic stroking. God, she wanted to be there between her legs to stick her tongue out and—.
Stop. Daniela thought to herself, noticing how her free hand was absentmindedly tenderly caressing her own thigh as if to comfort herself. Desire speaking volumes on her conscious behalf.
Bated breath, free hand clinging to the fabric of her discarded sweatpants; Daniela held her own breath and whimpers, hand gripping the doorframe and begging to god to never move an inch. Megan finally let out a guttural moan, tossing her head back and stopping her stroking all together, firmly grabbing her shaft — Daniela almost gasped, watching the explosive strings of cream fly out and make a mess, Megan’s body spazzing quietly. That sweet, heavenly body squirmed, pulsing alongside the cock; each pulse shooting that warm, delicious cream that Daniela was salivating over but couldn’t touch. Oh, she yearned desperately to touch it, to feel it, to taste it—.
She was too far gone for this nerd. In any normal porno scenario, she would just burst through the door and slam herself down on Megan’s cock, passionately engulfing the dork in a kiss to signal the start of their fervent affair.
But the moment Megan's head whipped back down to observe her own cock, Daniela realized she had to wake up from her little fantasy and move from there before her eyes looked somewhere else. Fast and stealthy, she scrammed to her bedroom and, against her judgement, slammed her door a little bit too loudly to be stealthy. Yet, despite locking her door and pressing her back against the sturdy wood, Megan seemed to not notice – ears perhaps too focused on the lewd noises coming from whatever video she was watching with her headphones on.
A beat, another. Just like that, Daniela escaped being found out again. Daniela soon realized she had been standing there blushing for a whole minute before she finally peeled off the door. Reeling, all by herself, and feeling as warm and needy as she was last time she saw her — maybe worse.
A cold shower didn’t suffice. No matter how much Daniela let the water massage her scalp, sluice through her curly locks and run its cold shiver down her spine… nothing helped, nothing placated that burning fire within her. Washing away the wasted make-up, the scent of elegance and sin, Daniela nearly succumbed to the need to touch herself. A voyeur that had just watched such a scene, it was silly of her not to indulge in this golden opportunity. A part of her fantasy organically recreated before her eyes but… something stopped her, like she shouldn’t do this to her roomie. That was puzzling to her, too.
A secretly kinky woman like her would often just indulge in this kind of situation quietly, without shame of her sexual needs. Yet there she was, being so silly and considerate of her roommate. The object of her torment, who smiled at her so sweetly the next morning, who asked how the night was. All so sweetly, while pouring her a bowl of cereal before her own. The very girl who was oblivious to Daniela’s voyeuristic tendency.
Now it was evident, Daniela couldn’t deny it anymore.
THE Daniela Avanzini, the one who never yearned for anyone and always went forward to get her conquest… was desperately in need of Megan Skiendiel, who didn’t even notice.
Summary = Sophia Laforteza talking you trough it after you had a rough day with your baby.
Warnings = smut, fluff, sex, dirty talking, swearing, p in v, oral, multiple orgasms, humiliation kink, edging, overstimulation.
Authors note = I have this cute fluff story but its genuinely taking me ages, so i wrote this instead, enjoy !!
You had a very busy week, you've been taking care of your toddler Isabeau, she's the absolute sweetest, bur also a pain in the ass, especially when she's being fuzzy.
Its even worse when your girlfriend, Sophia, has to go to rehearsals for her preformance at coachella. You support her job with your whole heart and absolutely love that she doing somehting that shes happy with, but it definitly does hurt you that shes almost never there, for Isabeau or for you.
you hadn't really have 'alone time' with Sophia in ages, and your cunt just aches for her. She never calls when shes at dance rehearsals, its really hurts you, but you haven't even got the chance to speak up about it, or she stays at her friends house, or she just comes home at 3, sometimes you can even smel alchol on her.
this time was slightly different, ofcourse Isabeau wasn't co oparting again. But to your suprise Sophia had texted you, she started sweet, asking how you were, and how your daughter was, but the topic fastly changes when she started asking, what you where wearing, and if you could send some pictures.
Asking for cute pictures from your clothes fastky turned into asking for pictures without clothes. Normally you would just say yes, and just send some nudes, but something inside you flipped. You dicided to say no. She started whining and beging over text, telling you how you made her 'sexually frustrated', like you wouldn't know what she ment.
You told her that if she wanted to feel something, that she needed to come home and beg for it. Sophia stoped texting after that, not even an simple 'bye', but you know that she was coming.
You where already prepared, to suck her off, and just let her leave without geting after care, having to get yourself done after. But when she came home, you saw a glint in her eyes, she wasn't hungry for sex. No, she was hungry for you.
She kicks her shoes off, jacket already somewhere on the ground, and she starts walking to you. "Hey baby, home already?" you ask, trying to stay innocent, knowing the hell you aren't.
"Oh shut up, why didn't you just send those fucking pictures." She yelled at you, your eyes widen. "Wel uh-" you stutter, struggling to form a normal sentence. "Don't," she said, as she aggressively kisses you. "You're gonna make it up to me right fucking now."
She forces you on all fours, grinding her already hard cock against you. You where already wet, Sophia could feel it, but you weren't gonna admit it.
She ripped your skirt off, and caresed your ass before smacking it. "Mhh so beautiful, and only for me," she whispers against your hair while pulling it slightly. "Count." She demands as she slaps your ass, waiting for you to count.
"one.." you say, and she hits again. "T-two.." then again, "T-three.." it was kinda starting to hurt, but your weren't gonna give in, not yet. She slapped again, but this time you didn't count, you just breathed heavy.
"Mhh my princess all worn out?" She teased, her hands on your waist. She started teasing you with her cock. "You want this, you do huh. Always waiting for my cock.." she starts pushing in, inch by inch.
"M-more.." you mumble out. "Do you think you deserve that?", "Y-yes...?" You stutter, "Mhh and why is that so?", "W-wel cause your never here to take care of Isa, and me." You belted out, breathing still heavy. "Fuck you." She tells out as she thrusts into you, making you moan.
She keeps thrusting in and out, leaning over to gently lick your left titty. She sucked gently, making sure both tits where getting equal attention while she fucked your tight whole.
"S-sophia, Im gonna-" you moan out, before you get hit in your face by Sophia, it stang pretty bad, but your focus was fully on where you and Sophia connected. "That's not my name is it, princess?" She grounded into you, making you cry out moans.
"D-daddy, I-Im gonna- Oh my god!" You yell out, biting her shoulder. Suddenly she puls out, leaving you on edge. "W-what..?" You whined. "Shut up and fuck yourself." She demanded, but ofcourse, your stubborn ass had the nerves to disobay.
"And what if I-" you got cut of by Sophia, who was pulling her phone out of her Jean pocket that was lingering down her knees. "Do it, now." She demanded as she started filming you. Clipping your head and your two fingers that where circling your clit.
"That's my good girl.." she stopped filming and layed her phone on the night stand next to your bed, and you automatically stoped fingering yourself.
"Did I tell you to stop.." you kept quiet. "Answer me you whore!" She yelled, slapping you. "N-no.." you trembling. She got you in doggy style again, teasing you tight whole with her wet tip.
She plumbed her whole shaft into you, tears spring in your eyes from the pain, but the pleasure was still there. She moved her two fingers to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles in a teasing way. "M-mommy- I need to.." you moan, struggle to speak due to the heavy combination.
She took your words as a sigh to pull out, leaving you empty and needy. "W-what..." You moaned out, your hand coming to your wet cunt and you finished the job. It wasn't the same feeling as her filling you up, but it still was something.
The orgasm rippeled through your body, your eyes rolling back and your legs where shaking. You where satisfied but Sophia certainly wasn't. "What the fuck did you just do..?" She said, her voiced laced in anger and sexual frustration.
"I-Im sorry-" you whispered reaching out to cup her face. But she slapped your hand away. She smashed her cock into you and started pumping at a restless pace. Your worn out pussy clenching around her once again.
"P-pull out.." you tried to push her off, another child was the last thing you wanted, tears already start to spill at the tought of it. "Mhh let me fill this pretty pussy of yours, im gonna put another baby in you, how does that sound?" her thrusts where getting sloppy and you could feel her cock begging for release.
"N-noo.." your beging was soon cut off by Sophia, she came straight into your cunt. She burried herself into you as thick white ropes of hot cum spurt out of her senstive tip. The feeling of getting filled brought you over the edge as you came down with her.
She buried her face in the crook of your neck, she smelled the faint hit of parfum mixed with sweat. As her cock softens she slowly pulled out of you and you let out a breathy moan as her cock strokes it self past your clit.
Your mixed fluids slowly drip out of you, onto your thighs and to the bed. She collected her cum on your thighs with her fingers and slowly pushed back into you. "So pretty, all mine." she tilted your chin slightly so you'd look her in the eyes and she wiped a couple tears away.
"Im sorry baby," she started, like she actually ment it this time. "I'll promise I'll be there for you and Isa from now on, and maybe a new baby on the way." she cups your slightly bloated stomach, full of her cum.
"I haven't been the exact best parent, but i'ts gonna change." something in the way she said it made your thoughts switch up about her, what if she really was trying?
"Lets go to sleep, maybe there won't even be a new one on the way." you kiss her cheeks. "We'll find out soon enough." she teased as she presses a kiss to your temple and crashes besides you, her gaz softening at the sight of you dozing off.
