it was always the same routine on tuesdays. megan would show up at your house after school looking like she hadn't slept in three days all limbs and nervous energy and that stupid puppy dog desperation that she couldn't seem to shake.
she looked like she was constantly on the verge of crumbling her shoulders hunched as if she were trying to make herself smaller though she never quite succeeded. she was a loser plain and simple clumsy sweaty and completely incapable of holding herself together when you were in the room.
you watched her from the doorway leaning against the frame with a practiced air of bored indifference. you looked every bit the queen bee you were your hair perfect even after a full day of classes your expression one of mild amusement mixed with something sharper something almost cruel.
you were wearing a tiny white tank top that showed off the sharp lines of your collarbones and a pair of baggy boxers you had stolen from megan's apartment the week before. you liked the way they felt against your skin a constant private reminder of the girl currently squirming on your bed.
"you're late megan" you said your voice smooth and cold as ice. megan flinched at the sound of it her head snapping up. her face was already flushed a deep pink her eyes wide and watering slightly. "i-i know, sorry… the bus was just-“
"i don't really care about the bus." you cut her off walking into the room with slow deliberate steps. you didn't sit down immediately instead you circled the bed like you were inspecting a piece of property. you noticed how megan's breathing had already begun to quicken how her thighs were pressed tightly together shaking almost imperceptibly.
you knew exactly what was happening. you knew about the missing underwear in your own drawers the damp patches on the hoodies megan borrowed the way megan couldn't seem to keep her hands off herself whenever she thought you weren't looking.
megan was already unraveling. she looked pathetic sprawled across the duvet with her fingers digging into the fabric. she was already hard the unmistakable bulge straining against her jeans. she looked like she wanted to cry and beg at the same time her lips parted as she let out a whimper that sounded painfully needy.
"you're already making those noises" you noted stopping at the edge of the bed. you looked down at megan with undisguised disdain. "you're such a mess. do you ever actually control yourself?"
"baby.. i-i try" megan whined her voice cracking on the last syllable. she sounded so small so helpless. "it's just... when i'm here y/n. it's hard."
you let out a soft mocking laugh. you sat down on the edge of the mattress not touching megan yet just letting the girl suffer under your gaze. you could see the sweat beading at megan's hairline the way her chest was heaving. the power dynamic was delicious the way you held every single piece of megan's composure in the palm of your hand.
"well you're not doing a very good job of trying" you said. you reached out not to comfort her but to hook two fingers under megan's chin forcing her to meet your gaze. megan's eyes were glassy completely undone. "you're shaking like a leaf. it's embarrassing."
"please" megan whispered the word barely audible. she didn't even know what she was asking for only that she needed the torment to end or perhaps for it to escalate into something she could finally lose herself in.
your smile didn't reach your eyes. you liked this the way megan crumbled at the slightest provocation. you liked knowing that you could break this girl apart just by speaking to her. slowly you shifted sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel between megan's spread legs. you could feel the heat radiating off megan's body the desperate energy that seemed to fill the space between them.
"if you're going to be this pathetic about it" you murmured your fingers moving to the button of megan's jeans "then i guess i'll have to show you how to actually handle it."
you didn't rush. you took your time undoing the denim savoring the way megan's hips jerked upward at the contact. when the fabric finally gave way revealing how badly megan needed you you felt a surge of satisfaction. you wanted to see every reaction every gasp every shameful sound. you wanted to milk every drop of desperation out of her.
you leaned forward your breath hot against the sensitive skin of megan's inner thigh. you watched as megan's head fell back against the pillow her eyes fluttering closed as she let out a broken keening sound. you knew what came next and you knew exactly how you were going to make megan beg for it.
you didn't rush to finish what you had started. you wanted to prolong the agony to watch megan squirm under the weight of her own need. you peeled back the fabric of megan's underwear with agonizing slowness exposing her completely to the cool air of the room. megan looked so exposed so vulnerable her hips twitching involuntarily as the air hit her sensitive skin. she looked like she was begging without even saying the words her entire body arched toward you.
"look at you" you whispered your voice dripping with mock pity as you reached out to trace the length of her. "you're already leaky. you're such a filthy loser aren't you?"
megan couldn't even answer. she could only let out another broken whimper her fingers tangling in the bedsheets as she tried to anchor herself. you finally closed the distance your tongue flicking out to taste the salty heat of her. you started slow teasing the tip swirling around the sensitive head before taking her fully into your mouth.
the reaction was instant. megan's entire body convulsed her back lifting off the mattress as a strangled scream died in her throat. she sounded like she was breaking apart. you kept your rhythm steady and relentless using your tongue to stroke and your lips to create a tight sucking pressure that made megan's toes curl. you could taste how desperate megan was the saltiness of her sweat mixing with the slick heat of her arousal. "y-y/n... please... oh god y/n please" megan sobbed out her voice thick with pleasure and shame. she was completely lost her eyes rolled back as she surrendered everything to you.
you didn't stop. you increased the pace your hand wrapping around the base to provide a steady punishing friction while your mouth worked feverishly above. you wanted to milk every single ounce of pleasure out of her. you wanted to see megan reduced to nothing but raw sensation. you could feel the tension building in megan's thighs the way her muscles were coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
you shifted your grip using your free hand to cup megan's balls kneading them gently between your fingers as you continued to suckle. the dual stimulation was too much for megan; she began to thrash beneath you her hips bucking wildly. she was close so close her breathing coming in short ragged gasps that sounded more like hyperventilation than anything else.
"that's it baby.. give it to me." you commanded against her skin your voice muffled but clear enough to send fresh waves of electricity through the girl above you.
megan finally broke. with one last desperate cry that sounded almost like a plea for mercy she came. she shuddered violently her entire body seizing up as she spilled over your tongue. you didn't pull away; you stayed right there swallowing every drop milking the last of the tremors from megan's body until the girl finally collapsed back onto the pillow panting and completely spent.
but you weren't done yet. you pulled back slowly strands of saliva connecting them in the dim light. you looked up at megan's flushed wrecked face with a cold satisfied smile. megan looked like she had been through a war her eyes unfocused and her lips swollen.
"that was just the first time" you murmured wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. you leaned up pressing your face closer to megan's letting her see the hunger still burning in your own eyes. "i told you i was going to teach you how to behave. now we're going to do it again."
you moved higher positioning yourself so you could look megan directly in the eyes as you prepared to take her again. you wanted to watch the exact moment megan lost herself for the second third time. you wanted to see her face painted with the evidence of how badly she needed to be owned.
you didn't give her time to recover. you knew her body was still hypersensitive from that first climax and you intended to exploit every single nerve ending. you reached down again her fingers finding the slick evidence of her release before you pressed your mouth back against her. this time you weren't gentle. you wanted her to feel the full weight of your control. you focused on the cock that was already twitching and leaking from her earlier release. you used your tongue with a more demanding rhythm licking and swirling around the head with an intensity that made her hips buck involuntarily against your face.
"stay still, puppy." you commanded when she tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. you grabbed both of her wrists pinning them to the pillow above her head with one hand. it was a display of dominance that made her whimper but she didn't fight you. she couldn't. she simply laid there helpless beneath you her chest heaving as she stared up at you with pupils blown wide with need.
you watched her unravel. you watched the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed hard and the way her thighs trembled violently. you shifted your grip moving your hand down to cup her balls while your mouth worked feverishly. you wanted to taste every drop of her desperation. you pressed your tongue harder against the sensitive tip swirling it in circles while your thumb applied steady pressure to the base. you wanted to see how much more she could take before she completely snapped.
you watched her eyes roll back as soon as your tongue found that sensitive spot again. she was already close this time her body reacting to your touch before you even fully engaged. her hips began to grind against your mouth seeking more friction seeking more of you. you didn't give it to her freely. you pulled back suddenly leaving her gasping and desperate the sudden absence of your tongue making her whimper like a wounded animal.
"please," she choked out the word barely audible as she arched her back trying to force herself against you. "please y/n don't stop."
"did i say you could speak?" you murmured against her inner thigh before moving back up to face her again. you wanted her to understand that every second of pleasure was a gift you chose to give. you returned to her cock taking the swollen head back into your mouth but this time you used your teeth. you grazed the sensitive underside with the faintest pressure sending electricity shooting through her entire frame.
megan's legs fell open wider her thighs shaking so hard they could barely support her. you could feel the heat pouring off her. you increased the suction making it deep and punishing your throat working to draw every ounce of feeling out of her. you wanted her to feel like she was drowning in you. you wanted her to forget everything except the way your mouth felt wrapped around her.
your hand moved in perfect sync with your mouth stroking the length of her with firm deliberate motions. you watched her face through half lidded eyes. she looked wrecked. her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and her mouth hung open as she struggled for air. she was completely at your mercy and you savored every second of it.
"that's it puppy, break for me." you commanded between slow, kitten licks.
she couldn't hold it back. the tension in her body coiled tighter and tighter until she finally snapped. her hips jerked upward with violent force as she came again. she cried out your name as she spilled over your tongue the release so intense it seemed to shock her system. her entire body went rigid before melting back into the mattress. she was sobbing now small broken sounds of pure overstimulation.
you didn't pull away immediately. you stayed connected to her milking the last of the tremors through slow deliberate strokes of your tongue until she finally went limp. you pulled back slowly letting the saliva string between you as you looked down at her ruined expression. she looked pathetic. she looked perfect.
you leaned down whispering against her ear while your hand continued to stroke her softening cock. "you did so well. so obedient." you could feel her shudder at your words.
the voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of her arousal like a blade. megan jumped so hard her chair scraped violently against the linoleum floor. she scrambled to close the tab, her fingers fumbling and clumsy, but she wasn't fast enough. the librarian, a woman with glasses perched on the tip of a nose that seemed permanently wrinkled in disgust, was already standing over her.
"what exactly do you think you're doing on this computer?" the woman asked, her voice carrying across the quiet room. megan could feel the heat flooding her cheeks, a burning shame that made her want to crawl under the desk and die.
"i-i was just-i wasn't " megan stammered, her voice cracking. she felt so small, so pathetic. she couldn't even form a coherent lie.
"this is a public facility for educational purposes, not for... this kind of filth" the librarian said, gesturing vaguely at the screen before megan could fully hide it. the whispers started almost immediately. she could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her, judging her, seeing right through her cheap hoodie and her messy hair to the sick girl underneath. "you're making everyone uncomfortable. you need to leave. now."
"please, i'm sorry, i'll just-”
"you're banned, young lady. don't let me see you in this branch again."
the walk to the exit felt like a mile long parade of shame. megan kept her head down, her bangs falling over her eyes to shield her from the stares she knew were burning into her back. she felt exposed, raw, and utterly rejected by the world. she was a freak. she was a loser who couldn't even browse the internet without getting caught being disgusting.
she wandered aimlessly through the streets for hours, the humiliation simmering in her gut like acid. she needed a place to hide, somewhere where the rules felt less rigid, somewhere where she could disappear without being noticed. that was when she saw it the small, dimly lit sign for the community library two blocks over. it looked abandoned, almost forgotten, which was exactly what she needed.
she slipped inside, hoping to remain invisible, but then she saw you.
you were standing behind the desk, sunlight filtering through a stained glass window behind you, making you look like something from a dream. you were laughing at something a patron said, a soft, genuine sound that made megan's breath catch in her throat. you looked so kind, so untouched by the ugliness she carried inside herself. you were organizing a stack of books, your fingers moving with a gentle grace that seemed impossible.
megan froze. she felt like she had been struck by lightning. she wasn't thinking about the porn anymore, or the shame, or the librarian who had screamed at her. all she could think about was the way your hair tucked behind your ear when you leaned forward. she felt a new kind of hunger stirring in her something deeper and far more dangerous than what she had been looking at on that computer screen.
she found a seat in the furthest corner of the basement stacks, a place where the shadows were thick and the air smelled of decay. she opened a notebook, pretending to study, but her eyes never left you. she watched you for hours. she memorized the way you walked, the way you bit your lip when you were concentrating, the way you smiled when you thought no one was looking.
she was a loser, she knew that. she was a stalker in the making, a girl who couldn't function without the proximity of someone who didn't even know she existed. but as she watched you, megan realized she didn't care. she would become whatever she needed to be to get closer to you. she would learn everything about you. she would haunt your digital life and your physical one until you had no choice but to notice her.
it started with the search bar. she found your tumblr first, a private little corner of the internet where you posted blurry photos of sunsets, quotes from old movies, and occasional selfies that made megan's vision go hazy. you looked so soft in them, so unguarded. she would spend hours scrolling through years of your posts, memorizing every caption, every reblog, every tiny detail of your digital existence. she felt like she was getting to know your soul, even though she had never said a single word to you.
she became a ghost in your notifications, too. she never liked your posts that would be too obvious, too dangerous but she would reblog them to a burner account she'd created just for you, an account with no profile picture and no followers. she wanted to consume you without being seen. she wanted to hold your thoughts in her hands without you ever knowing she was there.
then she found your private story on instagram. she couldn't follow you, of course, but she had become an expert at finding the crumbs. she'd find the people who tagged you, the friends who posted you in the background of their stories. she'd zoom in until her phone screen was nothing but pixels, studying the way you laughed in a group photo, the way you looked when you were tired.
it was pathetic. she knew she was a loser. she would sit in her dark apartment at three in the morning, the only light coming from the blue glare of her phone, jerking off to photos of you that she'd saved to a hidden folder. she'd record herself doing it, too shaky, desperate videos where she whispered your name like it was a prayer. she'd watch them back over and over, a sick kind of feedback loop that made her feel both electrified and utterly disgusted with herself.
"you're so pretty" she'd whisper to the empty room, her breath fogging up the screen. "you're so perfect. you don't even know how much i need you."
she started imagining conversations with you. she'd practice what she would say if she ever worked up the courage to approach the desk. she'd rehearse the way she'd ask for help finding a book, hoping your fingers would brush against hers. she'd imagine the way you'd look at her if you knew if you truly knew what she was doing, what she was thinking, what she was recording.
she knew you'd be horrified. she knew you'd call the police, that you'd see her as the freak she was. but the thought didn't deter her; it only made the yearning more intense. she wanted to be seen by you, even if it was with disgust. she wanted to be part of your world, even if she had to be the monster under your bed.
one rainy tuesday, she saw something new. a post from a friend of yours, a photo of a party you'd been at. you were wearing a dress that clung to your curves, your hair loose and wavy, a drink in your hand. you looked radiant, alive, and so painfully far away from the girl rotting in the basement stacks.
megan felt a surge of something dark and possessive twist in her gut. she wanted to reach through the screen and pull you into her darkness. she wanted to take that brightness and smother it until the only thing you could see was her.
she opened her camera app, her fingers trembling as she set up the phone against a stack of books. she needed to record this. she needed to capture the feeling of this hunger, this desperate, aching need that was consuming her whole. she wanted to watch herself lose her mind over you, over and over again, until there was nothing left of her but the obsession.
she pressed record, the small red light blinking like a heartbeat in the darkness.
the red light of the camera was the only thing keeping her grounded as the darkness of the basement stacks pressed in on her. megan's breathing was shallow and ragged, echoing off the old book spines like something broken. she positioned the phone carefully between two heavy encyclopedias, angling it so it caught the way her face looked pale, flushed, and completely undone and the way her hand moved.
she didn't even bother changing out of her oversized hoodie. she just needed to feel you. she opened the photo of you from the party the one where you looked so untouchable in that dress and propped it up on her laptop screen right behind where the camera could see her. she wanted the video to show them together: her pathetic reality and your perfect, distant light.
"please... please look at me” she whimpered, though she knew you couldn't hear her. she knew you'd never hear her.
she started stroking herself, her movements clumsy and frantic. she wasn't graceful like the girls in the videos she used to watch; she was desperate, like she was trying to claw her way out of her own skin. every time she closed her eyes, she didn't see darkness she saw your smile, the way your lips parted when you laughed, the way you looked when you were focused on a book at the library desk. she imagined those hands, those gentle, volunteering hands, touching her instead. she imagined you seeing her like this, not as the quiet girl in the corner, but as this starving, needy thing that existed only because you did.
she let out a choked, wet sound as she picked up the pace, her hips jerking up. the camera captured everything the sweat beading on her forehead, the way her eyes rolled back in shame, the way her fingers trembled against herself. she felt like a loser. she felt like the smallest, most disgusting person on earth, but the disgust only made the arousal sharper, more dangerous. she wanted to be ruined by you. she wanted to be seen in her worst state and still be wanted.
as she neared the edge, she leaned closer to the lens, her voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "m-mine.. ah.. mine..”
when she finally came it was messy and uncoordinated, leaving her shaking and gasping for air in the silence of the stacks. she stayed like that for a long time, slumped against the cold metal shelf, her chest heaving while the camera continued to record her unraveling. the white liquid all over her tummy just sitting there waiting to be taken care of. she felt hollowed out, drained of everything except the single, burning point of her obsession.
slowly, she reached out and stopped the recording. she didn't delete it. she never deleted them. she transferred the file to her hidden folder, a digital trophy of her own degradation.
she sat there in the dark for another hour, staring at the frozen image of you on her laptop. the hunger hadn't gone away; it had just settled into something deeper, something more patient. she couldn't just watch anymore. she couldn't just be a ghost in your notifications. she needed to hear your voice. she needed to see your eyes lock onto hers in real life.
the next day, she didn't go straight to the basement. she waited until she heard the bell chime at the front entrance, the sound that signaled your arrival. she stood near the circulation desk, pretending to browse a magazine, but her heart was hammering so hard she thought it might bruise her ribs.
when you finally walked up to the desk to check in a book, she saw the way your sweater sleeve slid up your arm as you reached for the scanner. she saw the small mole near your wrist. she saw everything.
"hi, do you need help finding something today?" you asked, your voice soft and professional, tilting your head slightly.
megan froze. she had practiced this moment a thousand times in her head, but hearing your actual voice real, warm, and directed at *her* made her brain short circuit. she felt like she was drowning. she looked up at you, her eyes wide and glassy, looking every bit the pathetic, lost girl she truly was.
"i... i'm looking for..." she stammered, her voice barely audible. she couldn't finish the sentence. she couldn't tell you she was looking for a way to ruin you, or a way to make you love her. "i'm looking for something... quiet."
you gave her a small, confused smile, the kind you give to the strange patrons who don't quite make sense. "the reading rooms in the back are pretty quiet. would you like me to show you where they are?"
"yes," megan breathed, the word coming out like a sob. "please."
as you led the way through the stacks, megan followed close behind, close enough to smell the faint scent of vanilla and old paper that seemed to cling to you. she watched the sway of your hips as you walked, her mind already spiraling back to the videos, back to the dark apartment, back to the way she wanted to scream your name until her lungs gave out.
megan felt like she was walking through a dream that was slowly turning into a fever. the silence of the library felt oppressive now, amplified by the sound of her own pulse thundering in her ears. she watched your back, the way your shoulders moved under that soft sweater, and she felt that familiar, sick twist of need in her stomach. she couldn't let this moment end with just a polite smile and a direction to the reading rooms. she needed to plant something. she needed to make you remember her.
"wait," she blurted out, the word too loud, too sudden in the quiet space.
you stopped and turned around, looking at her with genuine concern. "did you forget something? or did you need help finding a specific section?"
megan felt her face burning. she looked down at her hands, which were shaking visibly. she forced herself to reach into her hoodie pocket and pull out a small, crumpled piece of paper. she had spent three hours last night writing this, her handwriting shaky and uneven, but she had tried to make it look casual. like something she'd just scribbled down.
"i... i found this.” she lied, her voice cracking. she held out the paper like it was something sacred. "it fell out of a book earlier. i think it belongs to you?"
it was a complete fabrication, a pathetic little trap, but she needed to see your reaction. she needed to see if you would take something from her.
you took the paper, your fingers brushing against hers for a split second. the contact sent a jolt through her so violent she almost gasped aloud. you unfolded the paper, your brow furrowing in confusion. it wasn't a note it was a polaroid. she had taken it months ago, from a distance, when you were sitting on those concrete steps during your lunch break. it was blurry, slightly underexposed, but it was undeniably you. you were looking off to the side, caught in a moment of quiet contemplation, looking beautiful and utterly unaware of the lens that had captured you.
megan watched your expression shift in real time. first came the confusion, then the recognition of the setting, and then something else something colder. the way your features hardened, the way your smile vanished completely.
"where did you get this?" you asked, your voice dropping several octaves. it wasn't soft anymore. it was flat. dangerous.
megan felt the air leave her lungs. she knew she had fucked up. she knew she had pushed too far, too fast, but the pathetic part of her the part that lived for the crumbs of your attention couldn't stop herself from leaning in.
"i just... i saw it and thought it was pretty" she stammered, her eyes darting around the empty aisle. she tried to force a weak, watery laugh. "i didn't mean to scare you. i just thought you'd want it back. you look so nice in it."
you didn't laugh. you didn't soften. you stared at her with an expression of pure, unadulterated revulsion. it was the look you'd give a bug you were about to crush under your shoe.
"this isn't mine" you said, your voice trembling slightly now, but not with fear with anger. "and this isn't how you act in a library. you need to leave, miss. now."
the fact that you knew her name sent a fresh wave of terror through her. you had noticed her. you had finally noticed her, but it was exactly what she feared. you hadn't noticed her as a person; you'd noticed her as a threat.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to"
"leave." you repeated, stepping closer, forcing her to back up against the cold metal of the bookshelf. "before i call security. i don't want you here anymore."
megan stumbled backward, her heart breaking even as her arousal spiked from the confrontation. she felt exposed, humiliated, and utterly rejected. she turned and ran, not toward the exit, but deeper into the stacks, needing to hide, needing to disappear before the entire world saw what she really was.
she made it to the basement, to her dark little corner, and collapsed onto the floor. she pulled out her phone with trembling fingers, her vision blurred by tears of shame and frustration. she didn't open her notes. she didn't open her camera.
she opened her private folder. she opened the video of herself from last night, the one where she had whispered your name like a prayer. she pressed play, letting the sound of her own desperate begging fill the silence of the basement. she needed to drown out the memory of your disgust with the memory of her own obsession. she needed to remind herself that even if you hated her, you were still the only thing that mattered.
she curled into a ball, the blue light of the screen washing over her pale face as she watched herself unravel, over and over again, while the ghost of your rejection burned in her chest.
—
the weeks following the incident at the library felt like living inside a fever dream. you couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on you. every time you walked to your car after a late shift, every time you turned a corner on your way home, your skin prickled with the sensation of being watched. you had reported her, of course. you had told the head librarian, you had told security, you had even mentioned it to your parents. but the police said there wasn't enough evidence, that a single polaroid wasn't a crime, and now she was just a ghost haunting the periphery of your life.
you stopped taking the bus. you stopped walking alone at night. you started checking your locks three times before bed, the metallic click of the deadbolt offering only a pathetic sense of security against something you couldn't see. you felt hunted. you felt like prey.
and then, the messages started.
they didn't come from her direct account that would be too stupid. they came from new burner accounts, anonymous profiles with no pictures, sending you messages in the dead of night when you were most vulnerable.
> “i saw you today. you looked pretty in that blue coat.„
delivered
> “why did you say those mean things to me? i only wanted you to know me.„
delivered
> “please princess one chance.„
delivered
you deleted them all. you blocked them all. you cried yourself to sleep more times than you could count, the blue light of your phone feeling like a weapon aimed directly at your chest. you felt insane, but you knew you weren't. you knew she was out there, somewhere in the shadows, watching you unravel.
the breaking point came on a Tuesday. it was raining that cold, relentless autumn rain that turned the streets into mirrors of oil and gray. you were walking home from a late shift at the grocery store, your umbrella tilted against the wind, when you noticed the black sedan parked two blocks away from your apartment. it had been there before, you remembered, but tonight it felt different. it felt deliberate.
you quickened your pace, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. you kept your head down, focusing on the wet pavement, praying that if you didn't look, she wouldn't see you. but as you turned into the narrow alleyway that served as a shortcut to your building's entrance, you realized you had made a mistake.
the alley was too dark. the streetlights couldn't reach the bottom. and suddenly, the only sound was the steady drip of water from the rusted fire escape above.
"y/n."
the whisper came from behind you, so close you could almost feel the heat of her breath against the nape of your neck. you froze, your entire body locking up in terror. you couldn't breathe. you couldn't move.
"don't run." she said, her voice soft, almost tender. it was the most terrifying sound you had ever heard. "please don't run, baby."
you spun around, your umbrella slipping from your grasp and clattering to the ground. she was there. she was standing less than two feet away, pressed against the brick wall. she looked terrible her hair was matted and damp, her eyes sunken and bloodshot, her skin pale as a corpse. she looked like the definition of a loser, a broken, desperate thing that had been rotting in the dark for too long.
but her eyes... her eyes were terrifyingly bright. they burned with an intensity that made your knees weak.
"get away from me." you choked out, your voice cracking. you reached for your phone in your pocket, but before you could even touch it, she moved.
she didn't hit you. she didn't grab you violently. she simply stepped into your space, forcing you backward until your spine slammed against the cold, wet brick of the alley wall. she placed her hands on either side of your head, trapping you in the small space between her arms.
"i missed you so much." she whispered, leaning down until her forehead rested against your neck. she smelled like rain and something metallic, something sharp. "i missed you every second since you screamed at me. do you know how much it hurt? to see that look in your eyes?"
"you're drenched." you gasped, tears blurring your vision. "miss. get off me. get home"
"i don't want to." she said, and for the first time, you saw a flash of something else in those eyes not just desperation, but a twisted kind of conviction. "i just need you. and you're going to need me, too. you'll see."
she leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "you can pretend to hate me all you want, y/n. you can scream and call the police and lock your doors. but we both know why you haven't called anyone tonight. we both know why you're still standing here."
you wanted to deny it. you wanted to scream that she was wrong, that you were terrified, that you loathed everything about her. but as she pressed closer, her body warm against your shivering frame, a terrifying, shameful thought flickered through your mind.
the adrenaline, the fear, the sheer intensity of being seen so completely by someone even someone as broken as her wasn't just terrifying. it was electrifying.
she felt it too. she pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her pale lips. it was the smile of someone who had finally won.
"see?" she whispered, her thumb brushing almost gently against your lower lip. "you're not running."
the fear didn't disappear overnight, but it changed. it stopped being the sharp, stabbing panic of being hunted in an alley and became a dull, constant ache of unease that lived in the back of your throat. you had called the police after the alley incident, but they had found nothing no evidence of a struggle, no witnesses, just you standing in the rain looking terrified. they told you to file a restraining order, but how could you serve someone who seemed to know exactly how to stay just out of sight until you were alone?
then came the gifts.
it started small. you'd come home from work to find a single flower tucked into your doorframe. then a coffee from your favorite shop sitting on your doorstep, still warm. then a bag of groceries exactly what you needed for dinner that night left on your welcome mat with a note in that same shaky, uneven handwriting.
you wanted to scream. you wanted to throw the food away and call the cops again. but there was something deeply wrong about the precision of it. she knew what you liked. she knew what you needed. she wasn't just watching you; she was studying your needs as if they were her own.
the first time she actually came inside, it didn't feel like an invasion. it felt like a haunting.
you came home late on a Thursday, exhausted and drained from a day of pretending everything was normal. when you turned your key in the lock, you noticed something immediately: your apartment smelled different. it didn't smell like your stale takeout and laundry detergent anymore. it smelled like lavender and something warm, like freshly baked bread.
your heart leapt into your throat as you stepped inside. the lights were dimmed, casting long, soft shadows across the living room. and there she was.
megan was sitting on your couch, wrapped in one of your spare blankets. she looked smaller than she had in the alley, less like a predator and more like a wounded animal seeking shelter. she was holding a mug between both hands, steam rising from it.
"you're late." she said softly, not looking up. her voice wasn't threatening this time; it was almost scolding, like a worried partner. "i was worried you'd gotten hurt."
"how did you get in here?" your voice was a strangled whisper, your hand already fumbling for the phone in your pocket.
"the window in the bathroom doesn't latch properly." she said simply, finally looking up at you. her eyes were red rimmed, dark circles beneath them making her look hollow. "don't be angry, y/n. i just wanted to make sure you were safe. the world is so dangerous for someone as precious as you."
she stood up, the blanket sliding off her shoulders. she didn't approach you aggressively. she moved slowly, deliberately, giving you every chance to run. but your legs felt like lead, rooted to the floor by a terrifying cocktail of fear and a perverse sense of being cared for.
"i made tea. chamomile, with two sugars, just how you like it when you're stressed." she said, stepping toward you. she held out the mug. "come sit. you look like you're about to collapse."
"get out," you managed to say, but the words lacked conviction. you were shaking so hard you could barely stand.
"you're shivering..” she murmured, ignoring your command entirely. she reached out, and before you could flinch away, she pressed the warm mug into your hands. her fingers brushed yours again that same contact that had sent electricity through you in the library. "just sit for five minutes. then i'll go. i promise."
you sat. you didn't know why you sat. maybe it was because the warmth of the mug felt good against your frozen fingers. maybe it was because the exhaustion had finally won. maybe it was because, for the first time in weeks, the paranoia of being watched had been replaced by the strange, twisted comfort of knowing exactly where she was.
she sat beside you, not touching you, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her body. she started talking not about stalking or photos or the alley, but about mundane things. she talked about the weather, about a book she had read, about how quiet the library was today. she acted as if this was normal. as if she belonged here, sitting on your couch, sharing your space.
"you deserve to be taken care of, princess.” she said suddenly, her voice dropping to that intimate whisper that made your skin crawl. "people don't appreciate you. they don't see how delicate you are. they don't see how much you need someone to watch over you."
she reached out then, her hand hovering near your face before she finally settled it against your cheek. her palm was warm, her touch impossibly gentle.
"i'm the only one who really sees you." she whispered. "and i'm never going to give up."
you should have pushed her away. you should have screamed for help. but as you sat there in the dim light, sipping the tea she had made for you, you felt a sickening sense of surrender beginning to take root. she was invading your home, your privacy, your very identity but she was doing it with kindness. she was replacing your fear with a dependency that felt like a trap lined with velvet.
and the worst part was, you were starting to stop fighting it.
like something that lived in the marrow of her bones and made her act like something straight out of a fever dream. you knew it, everyone knew it, but nobody dared to say it to her face because megan carried herself with this terrifying, shameless confidence. she was the kind of girl who would ruin your reputation just to feel the heat of your skin against hers for five minutes.
it started with the small things that you initially tried to convince yourself were accidents. a hand slipping under your skirt during a crowded lecture, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh while she pretended to be taking notes. but then it got worse. you started noticing things missing a pair of panties you'd left in the laundry basket, a hair tie you'd lost, a t shirt you'd worn yesterday.
you'd catch her glancing at you with this dazed, almost hungry expression, her eyes glassy and unfocused, and you'd realize with a jolt of both fear and arousal that she wasn't just looking at you; she was tasting you with her eyes.
"you should see her when she's worked up," you overheard her whispering to her group of friends at the campus cafe last week. you had frozen mid step, your heart hammering against your ribs. she didn't even care that you might hear. she was leaning back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips as she recounted your last encounter. "seriously though, you guys have no idea. she's so fucking tight, like she was made specifically to wrap around me. i swear, every time i fuck her, i think i'm gonna lose it." her friends giggled, some blushing, some looking impressed, but you just wanted to disappear.
she treated your intimacy like currency, something to be traded and boasted about, and yet, when she looked at you later that day, you couldn't bring yourself to hate it. because when she finally got you alone, she wasn't the confident predator everyone saw.
she was pathetic. she was fucking desperate.
you were in the library stacks, tucked away in a corner where the fluorescent lights flickered and the air was stale, when she found you. you hadn't even said anything, you had just turned around to grab a book, and suddenly she was there, crowding you against the shelf. she smelled like expensive perfume and something darker, something musky and unmistakable. her pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the irises.
"princess," she whined, the sound vibrating against your throat as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. "please. i can't even think straight. i can smell you from across the room and it's making me sick."
you felt her body pressing against yours, hard and unyielding. she wasn't wearing underwear, you knew that she never did when she knew she was going to see you. you could feel the damp heat of her through her jeans, the unmistakable evidence of how badly she wanted you. she began to nuzzle your skin, her teeth grazing your collarbone.
"megan, stop, we're in public," you whispered, though your hands instinctively found her waist.
"fuck the public," she hissed, her voice breaking into a needy whimper. she pulled back just enough to look at you, her face flushed, her lips swollen. her cock was clearly leaking, creating a dark patch on her denim. "i've been thinking about your pussy all morning. i can't breathe without imagining it swallowing me whole. please, just let me touch you. just once."
she started to grind against you, a slow, torturous movement that made your knees weak. she was pussy drunk, completely intoxicated by the mere proximity of your body. she began to whine again, a high pitched, needy sound that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. "please, please, please... i need it so bad. i'll do anything. i'll give you whatever you want, just let me feel you."
the library was quiet, but the sounds she was making felt deafening. she was shameless, a pervert who would ruin herself just to get a taste of you, and as her hands slid up under your shirt to find your bare skin, you knew that today was going to be different. today, the hunger wasn't going to stay hidden in the stacks.
—
the days following the library incident were a slow torture. megan didn't back off; if anything, she became more brazen, more shameless in her pursuit. she made it her personal mission to mark you, to remind everyone and especially you that you belonged to her. she'd walk past you in the hallways and deliberately brush her hip against yours, lingering long enough for you to feel the heat radiating off her body.
she'd send you texts at three in the morning, not sweet goodnight messages, but graphic, filthy descriptions of exactly what she wanted to do to you, what she wanted to feel you doing to her, all while she was clearly riding the high of your scent.
you started noticing the way people looked at you when she was around. there was this unspoken understanding, a knowing smirk from her friends whenever she'd catch your eye across a crowded room. she was still talking about you, still feeding them details like she was recounting a favorite movie.
you'd catch her leaning in close to someone, her lips moving fast as she whispered something about how your pussy felt around her cock, and you'd feel that familiar mix of humiliation and terrifying arousal flooding your system. she was a predator, but she was a predator that made you feel like the most wanted creature on earth.
then came gym class.
the air in the university gymnasium was thick with the smell of floor wax and rubber, but all you could focus on was the way your sports bra felt too tight against your skin. you had chosen a thin, white cropped tee today, thinking it would be comfortable for the drills, but you hadn't considered how the fabric would react when you started to sweat.
as you moved through the warm up stretches, you could feel the dampness clinging to you, making the fabric translucent. you could feel your nipples hardening from the cool air of the gym, the outline of them unmistakable through the thin material.
and you could feel her.
megan was positioned somewhere in your peripheral vision, but it felt like she was standing directly behind you. she wasn't participating in the drills properly; she was just... watching. you could feel her gaze like a physical weight pressing against your chest. every time you bent over to touch your toes or stretched your arms overhead, you heard that soft, wet sound of her breathing catching.
she was losing it. you could see her from the corner of your eye, sitting near the equipment rack, her hands shoved deep into her gym shorts, her shoulders hunched as if she was trying to contain herself.
she looked wrecked. her hair was messy, her face was flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes were dark almost black with need. she was pussy drunk, completely incapacitated by the sight of your body in motion.
you saw her swallow hard, her Adam's apple bobbing as she stared at the way your bra outline pressed against the cotton. she looked like she was about to collapse, her entire body trembling with the effort of not crossing the line right there in front of the instructor.
during the water break, you tried to slip toward the showers to escape the intensity of her stare, but she was faster. she intercepted you near the exit of the court, blocking your path with her body. she didn't say anything at first; she just stood there, breathing heavily, the scent of her arousal hitting you like a wave. it was musky, sharp, and intoxicating.
"you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" she rasped, her voice barely audible over the squeak of sneakers on the court. she leaned down, her mouth inches from your ear, her breath hot and ragged. "the way you're moving... the way you're showing off for me. you want me to lose my fucking mind, princess. you want me to take you right here."
"megan, stop, someone will see," you whispered, your voice shaking as your own body betrayed you, your thighs growing slick with heat.
"let them look," she hissed, her hand sliding down to grip your ass through your leggings, squeezing hard enough to bruise. "let them see how badly i need you. let them see what you do to me."
she leaned closer, her nose brushing against the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. she let out a broken, pathetic whine that sounded almost like a sob. "god, you smell so fucking good. i can't i can't do this anymore. i need you. i need to feel you around me right now."
she didn't wait for an answer. she grabbed your wrist, her grip tight and demanding, and began pulling you toward the changing rooms. she wasn't asking; she was taking. and as you stumbled along behind her, your heart hammering against your ribs, you knew there was no turning back.
the lioness had finally cornered her prey, and she had no intention of letting you go until she had tasted every single inch of you.
the door to the changing room slammed shut behind you with a metallic clang that sounded like a gunshot in the empty space. the room smelled of steam and disinfectant, but all you could perceive was the overwhelming, musky heat pouring off megan.
she didn't even give you a second to breathe before she had you pinned against a row of dented metal lockers, the cold steel biting into your back while her body burned against yours.
she was shaking. she was actually trembling, her hands fumbling at your gym shorts with a desperation that was almost frightening. "please please please," she whined against your throat, the sound broken and pathetic.
she sounded like she was starving, like she hadn't eaten in weeks and you were the only thing that could save her. "i need it so bad princess i'm fucking dying i can't breathe i can't think."
she yanked your shorts down past your hips in one violent motion, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. when she saw you really saw you, bare and slick and flushed from the gym she let out a sound that was half sob, half growl.
her eyes went completely vacant, pupils blown so wide they looked like twin black holes consuming the irises. she was pussy drunk, completely lost to the haze of her own arousal.
"you're so wet for me aren't you," she gasped, her fingers diving between your thighs to find your clit. she didn't ask; she just claimed. she rubbed you with a rough, possessive hunger, her thumb grinding against your sensitive flesh while her other hand worked frantically at her own waistband. "you smell so fucking good i want to eat you alive."
then she freed herself. her cock was angry, swollen and dark, leaking pre cum that glistened in the harsh fluorescent light. it was thick and heavy, pulsing with every desperate heartbeat. she didn't even wait to prep you properly; she was too far gone for patience. she grabbed your hips, her fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, and guided herself to your entrance.
"look at me," she commanded, her voice dropping into something guttural and primal. when you opened your eyes, you saw the raw, unhinged obsession staring back at you. "look at what you do to me. look at how fucking pathetic i am because of you."
she pushed forward. she entered you in one smooth, devastating thrust, filling you completely. you gasped, your back arching against the lockers as your body stretched to accommodate her thickness.
she was so fucking big, so impossibly hot inside you. she didn't give you time to adjust before she started moving, her hips slamming against yours with a relentless, bruising rhythm.
the sound of your bodies hitting the lockers echoed through the empty room, a rhythmic punctuation to the wet, slapping sounds of her cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy. she was fucking you like she wanted to claim every single cell of your body. every thrust was deeper than the last, each one designed to bottom out against your cervix and make your vision blur.
"so tight," she whined, her head falling back as she gritted her teeth. "fuck princess you're so fucking tight it's killing me. i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum on you."
she became more feral with every second, her movements losing all semblance of control. she was grinding her pelvis against yours, trying to force as much of herself inside you as possible. her cock felt like liquid fire, stretching you wider and wider until you were sobbing her name.
she was talking to you even as she fucked you, shameless filthy commentary spilling from her lips. "you're mine. you're my fucking toy. everyone knows you're mine."
the climax hit you like a freight train, your walls clamping down around her in desperate, milking spasms. hearing you come made her snap. she let out a wrecked, animalistic howl as she buried herself as deep as she could possibly go, her cock pulsing violently inside you as she flooded you with hot, thick cum.
she held you there, pinned to the locker, shaking violently as her orgasm wracked her entire frame, her forehead pressed against yours as she wept with relief.
for several long minutes, the only sound in the room was your labored breathing and the distant drip of a shower head. she stayed inside you, unwilling to let go, her body still twitching with residual pleasure.
she pulled back slowly, the wet sound of her withdrawal making your toes curl, and then she just collapsed against you, hiding her face in your neck like a broken child.
"don't ever leave me," she whispered into your skin, her voice raw and terrified. "don't you fucking dare leave me."
—
the silence that followed was heavy, thick with the smell of spent arousal and the fading echoes of your shared climax. megan didn't pull away entirely; she stayed pressed against you, her heartbeat thudding erratically against your own chest. the adrenaline was slowly draining out of her, leaving behind something softer, something almost fragile.
her grip on your hips loosened from a bruising claim to something almost reverent, her thumbs tracing idle circles over your skin as if she were trying to memorize the texture of you through touch alone.
she finally pulled back enough to look at you, her face pale beneath the flush, her eyes still glassy but less feral. seeing you like this hair mussed, lips swollen, eyes hazy with the aftershocks of pleasure seemed to break something inside her.
she didn't look like the shameless pervert who bragged about you in cafes anymore; she looked like someone who had just realized she was drowning and you were the only thing keeping her above water.
"fuck, princess... i'm sorry," she whispered, though there was no real apology in her tone, only a breathless awe. she reached up, her fingers shaking as she brushed a damp strand of hair away from your face.
her touch was impossibly gentle now, a stark contrast to the violence of moments before. "i couldn't help it. i literally couldn't stop myself."
she didn't let you stand up on your own. she guided you toward one of the empty shower stalls, her arm wrapped firmly around your waist to support your unsteady legs. the water was lukewarm when she turned it on, and she guided you under the spray, letting the water wash away the sweat and the evidence of what you'd just done.
she stayed in there with you, oblivious to the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment. she washed you with a tenderness that felt almost sacred, her hands moving over your body with careful deliberation, cleaning every inch of skin she had just claimed so roughly.
it was a strange, quiet intimacy. as she lathered soap between your breasts and down your stomach, she kept murmuring things under her breath soft, broken praises about how beautiful you were, how perfect you felt, how you were the only thing that mattered.
it was still obsessive, still centered entirely around her need for you, but the edge had been dulled into something protective.
when you finally stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a borrowed towel, she didn't let you go. she led you to a bench in the corner of the changing room where you could sit privately. she found her gym bag and pulled out a clean hoodie one of hers and helped you slide it over your head.
the fabric was warm from being stored, and it smelled overwhelmingly of her: that expensive perfume mixed with her natural musk. it felt like she was wrapping you in her own skin.
she sat on the floor between your knees, resting her head against your thighs, seeking out your touch like a wounded animal. she grabbed your hand and pressed it against her cheek, closing her eyes as she breathed in your scent.
"stay with me tonight?" she asked, the question quiet and desperate, stripped of all her usual bravado. "please. just come over. i can't sleep if i don't know you're right there. i need to hear you breathing so i know you haven't disappeared."
she looked up at you then, and for a split second, the pervert was back the way her gaze dropped to your lips, the way her tongue darted out to wet her mouth. but then she leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your knee, her forehead resting against your thigh.
"i'm obsessed with you," she admitted, a confession that sounded more like a surrender. "and i'm never gonna stop. i'm gonna keep stealing your things and talking about you and fucking you until you realize you're never getting away from me."
she said it with a smile that was both sweet and terrifying, a reminder that even in her most vulnerable moments, megan skiendiel was still exactly who she was: yours, and completely unhinged.
Warnings: choking, hybrid!pup, oral (r receiving) powerbottom!megan, g!p megan, creampie, edging, unprotected sex. Use of "puppy/mommy" — that's it ig
Megan had been waiting for you all day, the hours stretching endlessly from dawn to night. She had tried to find release on her own, her hands working restlessly as she pictured your face, stroking herself slowly, but her body refused to settle for an orgasm. She didn't just want to cum, she craved the specific weight and heat of your touch.
By the time she heard the front door click open and the familiar rattle of keys on the table, she was curled in bed, her pulse racing. Her cock was throbbing with a dull, insistent ache, stretched so tight it was nearly painful.
"Mmh! You're finally here!" she cried out, her voice a mix of relief and pure desperation. She scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door, nearly colliding with you. Before you could even drop your bag, she had her face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like a lifeline, her soft ears tickling your chin.
You smiled, touched by how eagerly your puppy had been pining for you, until you felt the unmistakable, rigid heat of her pressed firmly against your thigh. She couldn't help but let out a low, knowing, nervous laugh. Megan pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes wide and shimmering with a frantic sort of hunger.
"Uhm, what?" she murmured, her lip trembling in a pout. "I'm just... I'm so hard" she whispered, the confession muffled as she hid her burning face against your chest, clinging to you as if she might come apart if you let go.
Seeing her so completely undone, you decided then and there to give her exactly what she was begging for. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching with predatory calm as Megan stripped for you. As you slowly loosened your tie and unbuckled your belt, you felt the air in the room thicken.
"On your knees" you commanded.
Megan's breath hitched, her eyes widening at the sharp edge in your voice. With a frantic, submissive nod, she sank to the floor, her knees hitting the cold floor as she looked up at you.
God, you loved that look in her eyes. You stepped out of your slacks and looped your leather belt around her neck, using it as a makeshift collar. You gave it a firm tug, reeling her in until her face was inches from your lap.
"Do you really want this?" you teased, watching her pupils dilate.
Megan bit her lip so hard it turned white. She was soaked, the slick evidence of her need making it clear that your gaze alone was enough to push her over the edge. The sheer weight of your authority made her feel even harder, if that were physically possible.
"Uh-uhm! Yes... please" she whimpered, her voice thick with embarrassment and need. "I’m so desperate to lick you.. your folds... please."
You smiled as you saw how desperate and pathetic she could be for you. Her lips were shining since tears were coming down her eyes. Who knew your girlfriend could be such a slut for your touch?
You pulled Megan even closer to you, provocatively spreading your legs open. Megan slid her tongue out in a completely slutty display. Her saliva mixed with your own wetness on her puffy lips as her jaw moved smoothly but firmly against you, making you feel entirely too good. You threw your head back, biting your lip and tightening your grip a bit more on the belt acting as her collar.
Megan let out a whimper, losing her balance slightly. She took the shift in momentum as an opportunity to push her tongue even deeper, immediately finding that exact spot that made you see stars. Her nose... god, her nose kept brushing against your clitoris every time she lapped at your lips to tease you. She was actively looking for that sharp tug and tightening around her neck; she absolutely loved feeling like this, being completely down on her knees just for you.
"Right there, puppy... mmhm, fuck... who's a good girl?" you rasped out.
Megan’s eyes flew wide open and her ears perked up, clearly thrilled by the praise. You could hear her tail thumping against the floor. Your legs started trembling.
"Mmh, that's it, you earned it. You want to be inside, uhm? Want to fuck mommy?" you said between breathless moans. Honestly, you needed her inside you right now. You wanted to come with her inside of you. You wanted her to fill you with her puppies.
Megan nodded frantically, a thick, stringy line of saliva and your own wetness still connecting the two of you. Her tongue stayed out like that for a few seconds until she finally took her thick, veiny, and heavy shaft, positioning herself right between your legs.
Entering gently, just the tip alone made you feel completely full. Then, she pushed. Her thrusts were sloppy and the sounds were incredibly wet as she grabbed your thighs, lifting them up high to fuck you in a position that made every stroke feel way deeper. Your moans mixed with hers, creating a perfect harmony that echoed through the room.
Then you felt it, that intense, pleasurable tightening building deep in your stomach, your grip on the belt loosening completely.
"Mmhg. Mommy likes my cock that much? How pretty" Megan murmured, speeding up her pace.
You closed your eyes tight. "Please, puppy... uugh!" you gasped. Your clit felt way too sensitive, and you completely came around her. Only a minute later, she filled you entirely.
Megan exhaled loudly, exhausted, but her stamina was crazy. Almost immediately, she started to thrust into you again, slowly. You let out a small scream. Her cum was already dripping out of your pussy.
"Mhm, enough b-baby. Listen to me" you said, placing your hands on her hips to stop her.
Megan just smiled. She knew you didn't actually mean that "stop" but she also needed a quick break. She gave you those big puppy dog eyes, pouting in a mischievous way. You shook your head, smiling back. She was still semi-hard as she pulled out, both of you panting heavy.
"Please?" she whispered, and you could see her cock throbbing right against your thighs.
“only took one time” bd manon pls when it happened
g!p bd!manon bannerman x reader
warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, cumming inside, oops manon lowk has a daddy kink
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“Babe, please,” Manon begged. She was on her knees before you, pleading for you to not make her wear a condom just this once. It was her birthday and despite the gifts you already had gotten her, she was greedy for one more thing. Something that she believed cost nothing at all. “Just one time, I promise I’ll pull out!”
“Fine,” you relented, part of you also excited at the prospect of feeling her inside you without barriers. “But the next time you want me like this, I expect a ring.”
“Fair enough,” Manon said, springing to her feet. She bit her lip as she stared you down. You slowly laid back on your bed and pulled your legs up slightly, presenting yourself to her. “Fuck, this is gonna be good.” Manon made quick work of her clothes. You were already bare since she had undressed you earlier. The tip of Manon’s cock leaked in anticipation.
“Clean it before you put it in,” you said, wanting to be safe.
“I’m pretty sure pre can’t get you pregnant,” Manon said, slightly offended.
“Never say never,” you replied. Manon rolled her eyes and used a tissue from the nightstand to wipe herself before aligning her cock with your entrance. She bean by inching in slowly, but it felt so good, causing her hips to jolt forward and slam the rest of her inside you abruptly.
“Manon!” you complained.
“I’m sorry, baby. Was an accident,” she mumbled, not allowing that to deter her. Manon withdrew her hips slowly before pushing back in fully. Your head fell back on the pillow as your mouth dropped open. Manon’s started with slow, deep thrusts. She was trying to be more deliberate with her movements despite struggling to. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she took in your face. “I bet Daddy feels so good inside you like this,” Manon cooed mockingly.
You whined beneath her, turning your head to face the wall instead of your girlfriend. Manon just smirked, rolling her hips into yours. Your body began riding up the bed slowly from the force of Manon’s thrusts. You could hear how loudly her hips smacked against yours. Your legs wrapped around Manon’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Fuck- I bet you’d let me cum in you now, hm? Wanted me to pull out at first, but from how tightly you’re holding onto me, that’s not happening,” Manon taunted. Your arms wrapped around her shoulders and leaned up a little to kiss her. You could feel Manon smile against your lips as she pressed you to lay flat against the bed. Her arms caged in your head, using her elbows as leverage. Manon picked up the pace, doing her best to bring you to the edge. You came undone beneath her with a muffled cry.
You thought she was all talk until the force of your orgasm caused Manon to cum inside you. Even she was surprised that she wasn’t able to pull out in time. She had planned to despite her taunts. You were slightly annoyed and shoved her off of you.
“You’re going to the pharmacy later to get me the pill,” you grumbled.
“That’s fine,” Manon said quietly, reaching for your ankles as you attempted to crawl away. “You think we can just do it one more time? I mean I already did it, it shouldn’t make a difference, right?” Manon didn’t expect you to agreed, but thought she might as well ask.
To her surprise, you pushed your hips off the bed and got on your hands and knees. “Just hurry up.” She quickly scrambled into position behind you. You didn’t have to tell her twice.
warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, one suggestive comment near the end
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The faint sound of the TV filled the living room while you folded some laundry on the couch. You’d been home alone since morning, getting done whatever you could with your body beginning to grow. Luckily Manon had taken the laundry out of the dryer before she left for the day. She told you not to worry about anything until she got home to help, but you were used to taking care of things around the apartment—used to taking care of her. Things had changed quite a bit since the news of your pregnancy, and Manon began to help out with chores more. While it was nice of her to lend a hand, you hated being overly reliant on her. Despite that, she tried to frequently remind you that you deserved the best, especially since you were going to be the mother of her child.
A sigh fell from your lips as you threw in the last pair of neatly folded socks into the basket. Your gaze drifted to the clock above the television. It was late now, Manon should’ve been home from work almost a half hour ago, and that was with traffic. Slowly, you rose from the sofa and put the basket aside before approaching the kitchen to get dinner ready. You had been waiting on Manon to get home so you could start on dinner, but you weren’t sure when she’d be home so you may as well have started. Just as you were about to open the fridge to, the front door of your apartment opening. Your girlfriend stumbled in carrying lots of bags.
“I hope you haven’t cooked yet. I brought home your favorite takeout!” While she placed the brown bag carefully on the dining table, the rest of the bags practically fell out of her grasp. “It’s okay, baby, I got it,” Manon assured gently when she noticed you were about to come closer. You opened the cabinets to grab some plates and silverware to set the table with.
“Is that why you were late?” you asked with a playful smile, furrowing your eyebrows at the sighs of all of the bags.
“Yeah, I decided to quickly go to the mall on my way home from work,” Manon said, helping you take a seat at the dining table. You mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ and she kissed the top of your head. “Some of it is for the baby.”
“Some?”
“Yeah, most of it is for you,” Manon admitted, looking through what she had bought. She had gotten a lot of stuff and she honestly had no way to track what was in each bag other than to sift through them. “I thought you would need some new clothes soon. The baby’s gonna need some more space to grow and soon what you have won’t fit anymore.” She wasn’t wrong, everything you owned had been filling out quicker than you hoped after the start of your second trimester.
Manon pulled out a few of the tops and dresses she had picked out for you. You were grateful she had gotten you anything at all, even more so when she had picked out items that you would actually enjoy wearing. “I can’t wait to see how you’d look in all of these. There’s still more. You’ll have to try them on in a couple weeks for me.”
Before you could chide her for spending some much money, Manon put her hand up to stop you and reached into her back pocket. She pulled out a small box containing a necklace with her initials on it. It was a nice and pure chain that you could wear all of the time, and most importantly it wouldn’t irritate you.
“I just wanted to get you something small for now. A little placeholder before I get you that ring,” Manon beamed. She kneeled down in front of you and placed her hands on your legs.
“Thank you. I love it, but you didn’t have to do all this for me,” you said quietly, placing one of your hands over hers.
“Don’t feel bad, baby. I love spoiling you. Besides, most of the stuff I got you were clothes you would need anyway,” Manon reasoned. A moment passed and a smirk tugged at her lips. You tilted your head in curiosity as you looked down at her. “But if you wanted to thank me, I can think of a few ways.”
You rolled your eyes and waved your hand dismissively before reaching for the food she’d brought home for the two of you. “Just sit in your seat and eat.”
BD MANON PLSSSSSS NO ONE EVER WRITES HER AS A DAD💔💔💔💔
g!p bd!manon bannerman x fem!reader
a/n: just smth short and sweet for now but i would love to write more bd content for manon and the other girls <3 i am also working through the other asks, so expect those soon hopefully
summary: manon can’t take anything seriously, not even the news of your pregnancy
warnings: 18+ only, slight suggestive content, pregnancy, manon referring to R as ‘mama’ a couple times and herself as ‘daddy’
“Are you fucking laughing right now?” Your eyebrows furrowing in frustration towards your girlfriend’s reaction to your pregnancy.
“No, I’m just smiling at the news. This is great! We’re going to be parents!” Manon said, biting her bottom lip to prevent herself from busting out laughing.
“Fuck you,” you huffed, pushing Manon away from you.
“Mama come here,” Manon said, grabbing your hips and pressing up behind you. “Wow that name has a whole other meaning now, doesn’t it?” she asked, giggling slightly.
“This is serious!”
“I know, but it’s a little funny, right?” Manon asked, squeezing your hips.
“And why is that?” You whipped around and glared at her. Manon just tucked your hair behind your ear and cupped your face.
“Because it only took one time,” Manon answered proudly. One time without protection and here you were, expecting her child.
“You are so full of yourself,” you said, rolling your eyes. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips due to her playfulness.
“And you’re full of Daddy’s love,” Manon said, running a hand over your lower stomach.
“Technically the baby is ours.”
“Fine, we’re pregnant, mama,” Manon said, reaching around you to give you a firm spank. She grabbed your ass and pulled you closer.
“No I am pregnant,” you corrected her, placing your hands on her chest to put some distance between you.
Omg lara x sister!friend reader mentioned.. that just made me realize i need that even moreeee
g!p lara raj x sistersfriend!reader
a/n: a continuation of where the last part left off 😋 officially cleared my inbox for now, so if anyone has any ideas, now’s the time to send them!
warnings: 18+ only, oral sex (r receiving), dom!reader
masterlist
Lara dropped to her knees in front of you, her dick still hard and aching for relief. She knew you wouldn’t give it to her unless she worked for it. Lara shakily reached up to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. Her mouth watered at the sight of your cunt. She hadn’t seen it since your first time together a couple weeks back.
Lara squeezed your thighs and leaned in but you stopped her. “Please let me taste you,” Lara asked softly, leaning her head against your knee. Her hands ran up and down your leg as if trying to etch them into her memory. “Please.”
Lara kissed her way up your inner thighs until you relented and withdrew your hands. Her breath was hot against your mound. You inhaled sharply when she finally licked a stripe up your slit, followed by another tentative lick, and another until Lara found her rhythm.
You looked down at Lara and felt a surge of power rush through you. She was on her knees, face pressed up against your pussy, trying her best to learn to please you. You loved that you were the only one who could reduce her to this state, making her drop her arrogant facade. You saw right through her, and saw her for what she was: a pathetic, lovesick puppy.
“It’s so good,” Lara murmured against your cunt, her tongue slipping out to flick against your clit. She was humping your leg while she thrust her tongue past your entrance. You nudged her cock away, causing her to whine into you. Your hands tangled in her hair and held her in place as you began rocking your hips to meet her mouth.
You let out a soft moan as you kept your gaze locked on hers while she continued lapping at your sensitive flesh. Her inexperience was still showing but you could tell how hard she was trying. How badly Lara wanted to get you off. You reached down and tangled your hands in her hair to guide her. You’d have to teach her, but that was okay. “Just like that,” you encouraged once she set a pace that had you aching for more. Lara moaned and thrust her tongue inside you. She used her fingers to rub at your clit with the right amount of force.
Lara’s cock leaked at the sight of you falling apart above her. With a final lick, you finally came undone on her mouth with a soft cry. She instinctively cleaned you up and kissed your thighs before pulling away.
Once you gathered yourself, you looked down at her. Lara was throbbing with need. You dropped to your knees and pushed her to sit back on the ground. Lara trembled in anticipation when you straddled her lap. You grabbed her length and slowly began pumping it, stroking her tip with your thumb. “You think you can handle being inside me longer than a minute this time?”
A crumb more of Lara and sisters best friend reader 🙏
g!p lara raj x sistersfriend!reader
a/n: lowkey my favorite pairing. one day lara will rise up in this au!
warnings: 18+ only, smut, dom!reader, kinda mean!reader, handjob, edging, lara’s still a bad fuck
masterlist
starts below the cut!
Lara was over at your apartment a few days after your last encounter. You knew why she was there, but wanted her to admit it to you. “So what’s up? We don’t really hang out or anything like that,” you said with a shrug.
“I just- I wanted to see you,” Lara stammered.
“You saw me. What now?” you asked, crossing your arms. When Lara gave no response, you went to shut the door in her face but she placed the hand on it. She was stronger than you so she was able to push it open. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting her to be so assertive. However, that act dropped immediately when she saw how you looked at her with a questioning look.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“You’re the one who’s sweating like I have a gun to your head,” you remarked. Lara immediately pulled her hands back and shoved them into her pockets, trying to act cool. However, she had a difficult time actually doing that when your eyes were trained on her.
“You know why I’m here,” Lara sighed. “So are you going to let me in or not?” Her voice was more firm that time as she finally got her bearings. You silently stepped out of the way to allow her inside before closing the door. “Was that so hard?” Lara asked, a smug grin tugging at her lips.
“No, actually, but I can imagine how difficult it is for you to pretend to be so nonchalant when you can’t keep your dick up for more than a couple strokes,” you replied, mirroring her expression. Lara’s smile dropped immediately at your words and you bit your lip from laughing. Her fists clenched in frustration—part of her wanting to make you eat your words. Obviously she wouldn't hurt you, she just wanted to assert her dominance for once. She had wanted to for so long but you made it so difficult for her.
“It’s not funny.”
“You’re right it’s not. It’s pathetic,” you said, tugging her closer by the strings of her hoodie. Her breath shortened when her eyes finally met yours. You pushed Lara up against the wall and unzipped her jeans. One of your hands wrapped around her cock and she fought the urge to fuck your hand.
Lara bit her lip to suppress her moans as when you began stroking her slowly. Your other hand cupped her jaw as you leaned in to kiss her. Lara wanted to be defiant at first but she melted into you quickly. Her lips moved eagerly against yours, making you smile slightly into the kiss.
Lara let out a low whine when you abruptly pulled away from her. She attached her mouth to your neck when you turned your head slightly. You let out a breathy moan and squeezed the tip of her length. Lara’s hips bucked forward as you pumped her cock faster. She was so close and this time you could sense it.
“Fuck,” Lara moaned, her hips stuttering but this time relief never came. “Shit,” she whined- it hurt. She was aching for relief but you pulled your hand away before it came. “Please no- why?”
“You need to work on your stamina. I’m only helping you,” you cooed condescendingly. “Don’t you want a girlfriend one day? Or do you want to be known as the loser who blows their load in a couple minutes?” Lara let out a deep sigh and buried her face in her hands before looking at you pleadingly. “Look, I’ll make you a deal. Why don’t you do something for me for once and I’ll think about making you cum?”
More g!pLara with sister’s friend reader please? Maybe she teaches Lara a thing or two about pleasing her
g!p lara raj x sistersfriend!reader
a/n: writing this half asleep and so it’s def not proofread. one day i will write dom!lara but today was not the day. soon though! also as im rereading this im realizing lara was supposed to be pleasing reader and i already did it the other way around LOL im sorry but hopefully this will suffice. i will revisit that if asked again when in a better state of consciousness 😘
warnings: 18+ only, smut, g!p lara, leaning sub!lara in this one, lara’s still a little cocky and still a bad fuck, unspecified age gap (r is older), oral sex (lara receiving)
masterlist | starts below the cut!
Rhea had entrusted Lara with dropping by your place to return some clothes she had borrowed from you. Well, that’s how Lara put it. In reality, she had basically begged Rhea to let her return them to you. That way she could see you again, because she hadn’t since your secret encounter in her living room. Her sister didn’t think much of it and gave Lara the bag to drop off, it was one less thing for her to do herself.
“Lara? What are you doing here?” you asked her, opening the apartment door slightly.
“Rhea told me to drop off some of your stuff,” Lara explained. You opened the door further to allow her into your apartment. Lara walked into your living room once she heard it shut, with you following behind her. She noticed how you kept her distance from her this time.
“It’s kinda late though, don’t you think? I’m surprised you didn’t come to drop it off in the morning,” you said, furrowing your eyebrows. Your arms crossed over your chest and the silk robe you had on, climbed up ever so slightly. Lara wasn’t paying attention to your words though, her eyes were on your legs. “Are you even listening?”
“I don’t think you care if I am,” Lara said boldly. It was late at night, you could have just taken the bag from her- and yet you invited her in. Clearly, you wanted her too.
“What are you really here for?”
“I’m here for the exact same reason you let me in,” Lara said with a smirk.
“And why would I want a repeat of last time?”
“Because I’ve been practicing,” Lara said, getting close into your personal space. Her hands went to your hips, squeezing when she didn’t sense any hesitation on your part. Lara’s arms wrapped around you and her hands dropped down do your ass, groping it firmly.
“Yeah? You think you can keep up with me now?” you asked, tugging on the strap of her tank. The tough guy act dropped and suddenly she was gulping nervously.
“I can t-try. I’ll show you,” Lara said. A smile tugged at your lips when you noticed her stammering. She stepped back and fumbled with her jeans. You smacked her hands away and dropped to your knees before unzipping them for her.
“Did you see this in the movies?” you teased, rubbing her over her underwear. Lara bit her lip in anticipation as you slowly pulled her cock out. Her palms wrapped around the back of the couch as you took her into your mouth. She was expecting just a hand if she was lucky- but this, this was special. Your mouth was so warm and wet around her. Still not comparable to how your cunt felt wrapped around her, but much better than a hand.
Lara’s hips bucked forward involuntarily. She couldn’t keep her cool no matter how hard she tried. You always managed to make her fall apart. Her breath hitched as ger length hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head back and for slowly at first- allowing Lara to feel every part of your mouth. She was doing her best to hold back, but it was so difficult when you touched her the way you did- and oh man, the way your eyes were locked with hers so intensely. Lara could barely take any of it.
Your tongue swirled around her length and Lara was cumming down your throat before she even realized it. She was a panting mess, holding you down on her cock until she finished. You pulled her hands away from you and pulled back, allowing her to watch you swallow. Lara’s length was throbbing at the sight.
“I’m not letting you inside me until you’ve actually built your stamina up. All you’ve proved is that you still haven’t,” you taunted, standing up. You had Lara clean your fingers with her mouth, making her taste herself. “Still, it was longer than last time.”
a/n: this probably was just a general question, but i felt compelled to write something 😭 not long at all though
summary: lara has a crush on one of her older sister’s friends.
warnings: 18+ only, smut, leaning toward switch!lara and switch!reader, unspecified age gap (r is the older one), lara is too cocky for her own good considering she’s a bad fuck
Lara had you backed into a wall in the living room. Her parents were gone for the weekend and her sister had stepped out to go buy snacks. You were just sleeping over at your friend’s house- and now her little sister was trying to make a move on you.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when I come back from the gym. Why so shy now?” Lara asked in a mocking tone. She pulled back slightly to pull her shirt off. Your eyes instinctively traveled down her body before snapping up to her face and struggling to stay there. “I’ve wanted this for so long, please.” Lara wasn’t begging though, she was taunting you.
You looked around to make sure no one really was around before looking at her, lust and annoyance shining in your eyes. “Fine- make it quick. I don’t want to get caught.”
Lara smirked, wrapping your legs around her waist and pushing you up onto the wall. She reached under your dress and pushed your panties aside. Lara swiped her fingers through your folds. “Clearly you’ve been wanting this too,” Lara said smugly. She teased you for a bit before growing impatient and withdrawing her fingers from you. Lara unzipped her jeans and aligned her cock with your entrance before slamming in.
“Don’t be so impatient!” you scolded her.
“Sorry,” Lara mumbled, she hadn’t gone around as much as you had and had gotten too excited. For as big as her ego was, she didn’t have the experience to back it up.
“It’s fine, just be more careful next time. Go slow,” You moaned, adjusting to her.
Lara regained her confidence by the possibility of there being a next time. She exhaled deeply before slowly pulling her hips back and thrusting in again. After a few failed attempts she finally found her bearings. Your soft moans only encouraged her further, and she picked up the pace. Lara was close already. She hadn’t done much to build up her stamina and it showed. You whined as Lara abruptly pulled out of you and came all over your thighs with a groan.
“God, that felt so good,” Lara panted. It certainly did- for her at least. You silently grabbed a few tissues and wiped her cum off of you before throwing one at her. “Y’know, in the videos they usually suck the person’s dick to clean them up.”
“Yeah well they also last longer than a minute, so I guess we can’t all get what we want, right?”
“I couldn’t help it!” Lara said defensively as she pulled her pants back up.
“What are you two arguing about?” Rhea asked, as she entered the house. Lara and I locked eyes before muttering a soft ‘nothing’.
syn. daniela clicks a link she shouldn't have, and suddenly she's checking it more than her own notifications. What starts as curiosity turns into late night scrolling, subtle likes she swears were accidents, and a girl who definitely notices she’s watching… and starts posting like it’s for her.
notes. i'm changing everything.
(Holy yap, i definitely forgot about the notes on my sophia and manon smau)
SYNOPSIS… You were never the person anyone noticed. You stayed in the background, never acting on your crushes because you figured you’d just get rejected, and you usually did. But everything changed the day you first saw Manon Bannerman. The moment you laid eyes on her, your whole world froze. Unfortunately, she caught you staring, snapped a picture, and posted it online calling you a creep. Just like that, you became known around campus as the weird band kid who got caught staring at the vice president of the university.
CONTENTS - smau, college au, mean girl Manon, loser y/n, fluffy, ANGSTY, language, suggestive, Manon is very mean, i cannot stress this enough, don’t like it don’t read it, dark jokes(not a lot) y/n will always give Manon the benefit of doubt no matter what she does, etc….
PAIRING - manon bannerman x fem!reader
STATUS - FINISHED 😋
PROFILES - rehearsal rejects ; the pretty committee ; others
CHAPTERS
weirdo
Ms. Vice President
museum exhibition
meeting adjourned (written)
ruin my life (half written)
made a little cookie come and take a lookie (written)
looking at my cookie, do you ever smell it different?
WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR?? (written)
Billie Bossa Nova (written)
emotional support
would you wet your fingers for me? would you pinch me? (written; suggestive; minors don’t interact)
put megan in a straight jacket
manon got blocked
she apologize?? i think (written)
asap baby, hurry up don’t be lazy
GEEKED
guest list
i wanna kiss a kitty, and tell her she’s so pretty (written; SMUT; MDNI)
yeah they fucked
glue (written)
fucking calculus(half written)
im outside you’re door so let’s go (written)
keeping panties?
it’s supernatural
and don’t you know how sweet it taste? (written; SMUT; MDNI)
pathological liar
i can taste my own birthday cake
bribery skills
fuck off Manon
make a wish [it’s like a gift to me] (written)
a bold mf
happy fucking birthday (written)
pity party (written)
pounding headache
go again
so fucking irritating
hunger. (written)
dissociating (written)
i fucking hate you (written)
she’s rewiring my mind (written)
tension is THICK
perfectionism
peace and love everyone
good 4 u (written)
swiss cookie
she just wants to talk
i love you (written)
doomed yuri
twilight (written)
CHAT WE WON
what’s the opposite of doomed yuri?
battle of the bands
kissing booth?
real man (half written)
Camila Valdes (written)
the perfect pair (half written)
gay love triangle (half written)
manon let you go (written)
spider-man beanie (half written)
secret admirers (half written)
3 envelopes (half written)
i didn’t choose her (written)
liquid smooth (written; SMUT; MDNI)
i need to be honest (half written)
MANON IS HAPPY?
lover girl (written)
will you be mine? (half written)
NO BITCHES?
confessed i love you from the start (half written)
syn. Mrs. Laforteza's anger gets the better of her
The master bedroom smelled like Sophia's perfume and the faint, acrid trace of her husband's aftershave still clinging to the sheets.
Sophia Laforteza had you spread out on her king sized bed like you belonged there, her husband's side of the mattress was still neatly made, which made it better or worse. She hadn't decided yet.
Three fingers deep in your cunt, and you were already falling apart.
"Ah fuck— mommy, it's too much—"
"I know," Sophia said, and she didn't slow down. Her fingers curled inside you, the wet sounds coming from between your legs were obscene. "I know, baby. But you can take it, can't you? Be a good girl for mommy, and be quiet, okay?"
She leaned down and pressed her lips to your forehead. You were crying, little tears tracking down your temples into your hair. She wiped them with her thumb, gentle, as her fingers kept pumping into that slick heat.
"My husband could walk in any minute from his business trip," she murmured against your skin. "And find his pretty little babysitter making a mess all over his bed, and all over my hand."
The timeline of how she got here was still fresh in her mind.
Six weeks ago, her husband had come home and announced he'd hired a babysitter. Sophia had stared at him like he'd grown a second head.
"For what?" she'd asked. Their daughter Lucia was four. Sophia worked four days a week at the clinic, four days where Lucia stayed with Sophia's friend, Daniela, who had two kids the same age and a house full of toys. They didn't need a babysitter, they'd never needed a babysitter.
Her husband had shrugged, that loose easy shrug he did when he was lying. “Daniela’s got her hands full. Figured we'd give her a break. This girl needs the money for school anyway."
Bullshit, Sophia had thought. Absolute bullshit.
Then she'd met you.
You showed up on a Tuesday afternoon, all soft smiles and nervous hands. Nineteen years old, maybe twenty. Pre-med at the community college, tuition piling up, parents back in the province couldn't help much. You were wearing jeans that hugged your ass and a thin sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder.
Sophia hated you on sight.
Sophia clocked you on sight. Clocked what her husband was really doing. Every time you bent over to pick up Lucia’s toys, her husband’s eyes would drop to the curve of your ass.
Every time you reached for something on a high shelf and your shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above your waistband, he'd find an excuse to be in the room.
One time, Lucia had grabbed the collar of your shirt during a tantrum and yanked it down hard.
Your pink lace bra had spilled out before you could catch it, your nipples visible for a split second through the sheer fabric. He’s had been standing right there, and didn’t look away.
That night, Sophia had overheard him in the shower, jerking off. She recognised the rhythm through the door.
He'd started touching you after that. Little things at first, a hand on your lower back when he squeezed past you in the kitchen, fingers resting just above the swell of your ass.
Once, he'd pressed a kiss to the top of your head and murmured, "Sorry, mija, thought you were Sophia." He'd laughed it off, and you'd laughed too, awkward and uncertain, and Sophia had watched from the doorway with her jaw tight enough to crack teeth.
She'd fought with him, screamed at him, called him a cheating piece of shit, which made him play dumb with wide innocent eyes.
"What are you talking about? She's just a kid. I'm helping her out."
One night after a particularly bad fight, Sophia had slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame splintered. She'd been storming down the hall, rage buzzing in her ears, when she passed the guest room they'd given you.
And stopped.
Because you were in there, alone and you were making sounds.
High pitched little whimpers.
Breath catching.
The wet, rhythmic noise of fingers moving in and out of a cunt, unmistakable once you'd heard it. Sophia had stood frozen in the hallway, her heart hammering, listening to you fuck yourself.
Then you'd moaned a name.
"Sophia—"
Not her husband. Not some boyfriend. Not some classmate.
Her name. Drawn out and desperate, broken into three syllables like a prayer—So-phi-a.
Sophia had stood there for a full minute after you finished, her thighs pressed together, her cunt throbbing, a slick heat spreading between her legs that she hadn't felt in years.
And she'd realised she didn't want you gone.
She wanted you under her.
The shift had been immediate and complete. The next day, she'd started doing everything he had had done, but worse. She had the advantage of being a woman, of being safe.
You never flinched when she touched you. Never tensed up the way you did when her husband got too close.
She started small.
A hand on your arm when she laughed at something you said. Standing behind you while you washed dishes, close enough that her breath stirred the hairs on the back of your neck, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin.
When Lucia did something cute, Sophia would lean into your ear and laugh low, felt you shiver every single time.
She knew what she was doing.
Then came the gifts.
"Just a little something," she'd say, handing you a shopping bag. Frilly pink skirts that barely covered your ass.
Thigh high stockings that she showed you how to clip to a garter belt,”Like this, baby, let me help you" her fingers brushing the inside of your thighs.
Hair clips shaped like little bows, pearl earrings, a choker with a tiny heart pendant. Dressing you up piece by piece until you looked like something she'd curated.
You'd worn it all. Thanked her shyly every time, never seemed to realise it wasn't generosity.
The first time she'd kissed you had been two weeks ago. Her husband was out late, Lucia was asleep, and you were curled up on the couch watching some reality show Sophia pretended to care about.
You'd turned your head to say something, Sophia couldn't even remember what, and she'd just leaned in and pressed her mouth to yours.
You'd frozen for exactly one second.
Then your lips parted, and you made a sound, a tiny whimper, and Sophia's tongue was in your mouth and her hand was on your throat and nothing had been the same since.
Tonight was the third time she'd had you in her bed.
Her husband was supposed to be back from his trip to Chicago tomorrow morning, but he'd texted an hour ago that his flight got moved up. He'd be home by nine.
Sophia didn't care.
She was three fingers deep in your cunt on his side of the mattress.
"Look at you," she murmured, pulling back to look at your face.
Your eyes were glassy, lips parted, cheeks wet. You were wearing one of the outfits she'd bought you, a pink babydoll dress that had ridden up around your waist, matching panties that she'd pulled to the side to get at you.
The stockings she'd picked out were soaked through at the inner thighs. "Look at the mess you're making."
She pulled her fingers out of you slow, just to watch you gasp, just to hear the wet schlick sound of it.
Her hand was coated in your slick, glistening up to the knuckles. She held it up between your faces, spread her fingers so you could see the strands of creamy fluid connecting them.
"This is what happens every time I touch you, isn't it?" She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, two at a time, holding eye contact. Tasted tart and faintly sweet.
"You get so wet for me, so fast. I barely have to do anything."
You whimpered, hips bucking up into nothing.
"Please—"
"Please what?" Sophia shifted, positioning herself between your thighs. She was still fully dressed, white button, up with the top three buttons undone, black pencil skirt hiked up around her thighs. "Use your words, baby. You're a big girl."
"Please fuck me," you choked out. "Mommy, please—"
"Good girl."
She pushed back into you with four fingers this time, stretching you, and you cried out loud enough that she had to clamp her free hand over your mouth.
"What did I say about being quiet?"
She leaned in close, her breath hot against your cheek. “Lucia asleep. And he could walk through that door any minute. You want him to see this? You want him to see his wife's fingers buried in his babysitter's cunt?"
You shook your head frantically under her palm, but your hips kept grinding down on her hand.
"No? You sure? Because this pussy doesn't seem to agree." She curled her fingers, found that rough little patch inside you, pressed hard.
Your whole body seized up. "You're clenching me so tight, baby. You gonna come for mommy? Gonna soak my hand while my husband's key turns in the lock?"
Such a pretty doll, she'd thought then. My pretty doll.
Your muffled moan was desperate, high pitched, vibrating against her palm.
"Go ahead," Sophia whispered, fucking into you harder, the wet sounds filling the room. "Come on my fingers. Right here on his pillow. Make a mess. I want to see it."
She released your mouth.
"Ah—aaahhh—fuck, mommy, I'm—"
"Come," Sophia commanded, and you did, your back bowing off the mattress, your cunt clamping down on her fingers in pulsing waves, a gush of fluid soaking her palm and dripping down onto the sheets.
She fucked you through it, slow and steady, watching your face contort, watching the tears spill down your cheeks, watching you come undone completely under her hand.
When you finally went limp, chest heaving, she pulled her fingers out gently and brought them to your mouth.
"Clean them," she said.
You took her fingers between your lips, sucked them clean with soft, shaky moans, your tongue working between each digit.
"That's my good girl." Sophia stroked your hair with her free hand, pushed it back from your sweaty forehead. "So perfect. So pretty when you cry."
From somewhere downstairs, a sound.
The front door opening.
Keys clinking against the hall table.
"Sophia? I'm back early!"
Her husband’s voice echoed up the stairs.
Sophia smiled.
"Right on time," she murmured, pulling her fingers from your mouth.
A string of spit connected from your bottom lip to her fingertips. She wiped it on your chin, slow, deliberate, then traced your jaw with her thumb.
"You're a mess," she said, and she said it like a compliment.
You blinked up at her, dazed, chest heaving.
The orange streetlight caught the wet on your cheeks, made you look like something out of a painting.
Sophia was going to remember this, the way your thighs were still spread, your cunt glistening and swollen, clit peeking out from under its hood like it was begging for attention.
She looked down at you and sprawled on her husband's pillow, dress bunched up, stockings soaked, cunt still twitching, eyes wide with panic. "Don't move, baby. Let him see exactly what he was never going to get."
He hired a pretty young thing to wave in front of him, Sophia thought, rising from the bed and smoothing down her skirt. Never occurred to him she might not be for him.
"Sophia?" Footsteps on the stairs now. Getting closer. "You up there?"
"In here, mahal," Sophia called out, her voice syrupy sweet. She glanced back at you, still frozen on the bed, and winked. "We're just finishing up."
a/n: im very horny and only one person can fix it but my baby is currently on her period
until death do us part - daniela avanzini x fem reader
synopsis - when y/n agrees to be one of manon’s bridesmaids, daniela doesn’t think much of it. that is, until she spends the happiest day of her friends’ lives trying not to let jealousy ruin hers.
warnings - 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, jealous & possessive daniela , dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, face sitting, choking/breath play (consensual), alcohol consumption, strong language
today was about sophia and manon finally getting married.
daniela sat on the left side of the chapel, around five rows back. she crossed one leg over the other, smoothing invisible creases from the black dress she’d spent entirely too long choosing.
it hugged her figure without looking overdone, the ribbed fabric sculpting softly around her waist before falling into a fitted silhouette. delicate spaghetti straps rested over her shoulders, framing a sweetheart neckline that dipped gently across her chest. the sides of the dress curved inward with subtle cut-outs that revealed just enough skin above her waist to catch the light whenever she moved.
her dark curls had been left down, glossy and defined, falling over both shoulders in soft waves that brushed against the straps of her dress whenever she turned her head.
she’d wanted to look nice, it was one of her best friends’ wedding. as she looked around the room, she couldn’t help smiling to herself. manon’s family were speaking quietly a few rows ahead and someone on sophia’s side was already crying before the ceremony had even started.
the lights dimmed and conversation slowly disappeared. one by one, people rose to their feet, chairs scraped gently across polished stone.
the musician sitting near the front lifted her bow, the first note echoed through the chapel. daniela turned toward the doors. they remained closed for only a second longer then they opened.
megan stepped through first, a quiet wave of smiles spread through the guests. she looked beautiful.
the bridesmaids on manon’s side wore matching champagne satin dresses that caught every bit of sunlight pouring through the windows. they were floor length with soft draping through the skirt, the fabric moving almost like liquid with every step.
the neckline wrapped gently across one shoulder before falling into an elegant silhouette that looked effortless rather than formal.
megan’s hair had been swept half-up, tiny white flowers pinned between loose curls that rested against her back.
she carried a bouquet of ivory roses tied together with cream ribbon. on the opposite side of the aisle came yoonchae, her dress was identical in every way, only the colour differed. instead of warm champagne, hers was a pale dusty blue that almost looked silver beneath the afternoon light.
sophia had chosen cooler tones, manon had chosen warmer ones. different palettes, same design. it looked perfect together.
they reached the altar before separating naturally to opposite sides. another few notes passed, the music swelled slightly.
they opened once more. lara appeared first, her arm was linked comfortably through someone else’s. daniela forgot how to breathe.
y/n.
the champagne satin somehow looked completely different on her. the dress skimmed softly over her body, catching the light every time she moved. the warm colour made her skin glow beneath the afternoon sun spilling through the windows, the satin folding and unfolding with each slow step she took.
it fit her perfectly, not tight, not loose just…perfect.
her hair had been styled into loose waves, brushed over one shoulder while the other side had been tucked neatly behind her ear with tiny white flowers woven between the strands.
daniela couldn’t look away, she’d seen y/n dressed up dozens of times. birthday dinners, christmas parties, new year’s and none of them had prepared her for this.
somehow every single person in the room seemed to disappear around her. lara, beside her, wore the matching dusty blue version for sophia’s side.
the contrast between them was almost unfair, warm champagne beside cool blue, gold beside silver, their bouquets matched the colours perfectly.
they walked slowly together, arms linked neatly at the elbows, keeping perfect pace with one another as they made their way down the aisle.
they looked comfortable, daniela hated how quickly she noticed that. she smiled anyway because she wasn’t about to be weird over people walking together at a wedding. that would be ridiculous.
halfway down the aisle…y/n looked up and their eyes met instantly almost like she’d been searching for her. a smile spread slowly across y/n’s face, the corners of her mouth lifting just enough for daniela to recognise it immediately then-
a tiny wink.
so quick nobody else would’ve caught it. daniela felt warmth shoot straight into her face. she had to fight the stupid grin threatening to spread across her own face, ducking her head for the briefest second before looking back up.
y/n had already turned forward again, daniela’s eyes followed her automatically. down the bouquet, the satin folds of the dress until they landed on lara’s arm. still linked comfortably through hers, lara leaned in ever so slightly to murmur something under her breath.
whatever it was made y/n smile again and daniela’s stomach tightened for absolutely no reason. they were bridesmaids, of course they were walking together.
they’d been paired together so it meant absolutely nothing. she knew that. still…her eyes lingered for a second longer than they should have.
on the way lara’s hand rested lightly against y/n’s forearm, on how naturally they moved together, on how close they looked. she swallowed and looked away then immediately looked back again before catching herself.
stop it.
she almost rolled her eyes at herself, it was one walk down an aisle, one wedding, one afternoon nothing about it meant anything and yet…as y/n continued toward the front of the chapel, sunlight catching in her hair while the champagne satin shimmered with every step…
daniela couldn’t shake the tiny, irrational flicker of jealousy sitting quietly in her chest.
the music changed. a few soft piano notes gave way to strings, slower now, fuller. every person in the chapel turned towards the doors once more.
they opened. sophia appeared first and the smile on her face was impossible to miss. she looked equal parts excited and completely overwhelmed, her white dress tailored perfectly, a small bouquet clasped in one hand as she took the first few steps into the chapel.
a few seconds later-
manon.
a quiet, collective breath swept through the room. she stood in the doorway for only a heartbeat, sunlight spilling around her before she started walking. she couldn’t stop smiling either. the moment their eyes found each other, everything else seemed to disappear.
~~~~~
the ceremony itself passed in a blur. there were stories from childhood friends that had everyone laughing. there were vows that somehow managed to make almost every guest reach for tissues.
daniela applauded with everyone else when they were finally pronounced married. she smiled, cried a little and laughed when megan sniffled louder than anyone else. but every so often…without meaning to…her eyes drifted to the bridesmaids more specifically to y/n.
standing beside megan, the champagne satin looked even prettier beneath the warm light now filling the chapel.
she laughed quietly at something megan whispered. shifted her bouquet from one hand to the other, brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
after photographs inside the chapel and another round of congratulations, the newlyweds finally turned towards the doors.
the quartet began playing again, this time something lighter and celebratory. the guests remained standing as the wedding party began making their way back down the aisle.
sophia and manon disappeared through the doors first, hands clasped tightly together as cheers and applause followed them outside. megan walked behind them, laughing as someone wolf-whistled from the back rows, yoonchae rolled her eyes dramatically before following after her.
then came y/n and lara. their arms weren’t linked this time, they walked side by side instead, their shoulders brushed every now and then as they laughed quietly about something daniela couldn’t hear.
maybe they had to walk close because the aisle just wasn’t very wide?
maybe daniela was imagining it, she hoped she was because somehow it felt even closer than before. she watched them all the way down the aisle watched lara lean in to say something, y/n grin, the distance between them seem to disappear entirely.
just before they reached the chapel doors, someone called lara’s name from outside and turned instinctively. without thinking, y/n’s hand came up, resting lightly against the middle of lara’s back as she guided her through the doorway.
it only lasted a second, the sort of thing people did without realising yet daniela’s jaw tightened.
there it was again, that annoying little twist in her stomach. because why the fuck is she touching her like that?
the applause slowly faded as the last of the wedding party disappeared outside. the guests began filtering into the aisle, chatting excitedly now that the ceremony was over. chairs scraped across the stone floor as everyone gathered handbags, jackets and programmes.
daniela waited until the people in front of her started moving before stepping out into the aisle herself. warm summer air met her the moment she stepped outside. somewhere ahead she could already hear laughter.
daniela found herself scanning the crowd for only one person.
“woah.”
daniela turned at the sound of y/n’s voice.
she’d somehow managed to slip away from the rest of the bridal party for a minute, weaving through the guests until she reached her. the second she stopped in front of daniela, she just… stared and her eyebrows lifted “you look fucking unbelievable, babe.”
daniela felt heat creep up her neck almost instantly, she looked down for a second, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth “shut up.”
“i’m serious” y/n shook her head, still looking her over “i knew the dress was nice, but…” she let out a quiet laugh. “jesus.”
daniela looked back up at her, unable to stop smiling “right back at you, baby.” her hand found y/n’s arm, fingers absentmindedly smoothing over the satin before trailing slowly down towards her elbow.
“this dress is…” she bit lightly at her lip, shaking her head “…i don’t even have the words.” before she could think of anything else to say, y/n leaned in for a quick kiss.
she barely pulled back before leaning in again, stealing another “sorry,” she murmured against her lips. another kiss “haven’t…”
one more “…kissed you all day.”
she finally pulled away, smiling to herself “been a little busy.”
daniela laughed quietly “a little?”
“what did you think of the ceremony?”
out of the corner of her eye, daniela caught movement. lara. she was making her way across the courtyard towards them, glancing between the two of them before looking towards the line of waiting cars.
without really thinking about it, daniela stepped forward again. her hands slid gently around the back of y/n’s neck, fingertips disappearing into the loose hair resting there.
she drew her in. this kiss lingered just a few extra seconds where neither of them seemed particularly interested in pulling away.
when they finally did, daniela’s hands stayed where they were for a beat before slowly sliding from the back of y/n’s neck, down over her shoulder, settling comfortably around her upper arm.
“sorry…” they both looked over. lara had stopped a few feet away, an apologetic smile already on her face “didn’t mean to…” she gestured vaguely between them “…interrupt.”
y/n laughed “you’re alright.”
lara nodded towards the cars waiting outside the gates “sophia’s looking for all the bridesmaids. she wants us riding over together before everyone else gets there.”
“already?” y/n asked.
“apparently” lara smiled before looking over at daniela properly “girl…” she laughed softly, giving her an appreciative once-over. “you look unreal.”
daniela smiled “as do you.”
“thanks.” lara looked back at y/n “come on, they’re literally waiting.”
y/n let out an exaggerated sigh “i’m coming.”she looked back at daniela, giving her arm a gentle squeeze “i’ll see you there?”
“yeah.”
y/n smiled one last time before reluctantly stepping away, falling into step beside lara as they headed towards the waiting bridal party.
~~~~~
the reception venue overlooked rolling gardens that seemed to stretch on forever. the kind of place that looked like it’d been lifted straight out of a magazine.
white linen draped every table, glass chandeliers hung from exposed wooden beams overhead, catching the late afternoon sun pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows. candles already flickered despite the daylight, and somewhere across the terrace a jazz trio played quietly while waiters drifted between guests with trays of champagne.
the formal photographs started almost immediately. which meant…waiting. daniela accepted a champagne flute from a passing waiter with a polite smile.
“thank you.” she took a sip, wandering towards the edge of the gardens where most of the guests had gathered to watch the wedding party being organised by the photographer.
“okay,” he called. “bridesmaids with manon first.”
megan and y/n crossed the lawn together, both in their matching champagne dresses, laughing about something as they joined manon.
the photographer adjusted them a dozen different ways.
daniela smiled to herself.
“alright, now with sophia’s side.”
y/n stepped back and lara met her halfway.
their dresses looked ridiculous together beneath the evening sun, champagne beside dusty blue, and the photographer immediately pulled them into position beside sophia.
“bit closer.” they shuffled “closer than that.” lara laughed, naturally stepping in until their shoulders touched “perfect.”
click.
daniela’s jaw tightened, it’s literally a photograph and she knew that. the photographer was telling them where to stand, that was his job.
still…why did they have to look so…comfortable?
she took another drink, someone asked the bridal party for a candid. lara leaned over and whispered something and whatever it was made y/n throw her head back laughing.
click.
daniela drained half her champagne in one go.
“everything alright?”
she looked around, one of manon’s cousins smiled at her.
“yeah.” she smiled back “just… thirsty.”
the cousin laughed before wandering away and daniela looked back towards the gardens where the photographer was still going.
“group hug!” lara immediately wrapped an arm around sophia, megan reached for manon and y/n got caught somewhere in the middle, laughing as everyone squeezed together.
it was all fine except every few minutes…lara seemed to end up next to y/n again, walking between locations, waiting while cameras were changed, standing shoulder to shoulder while someone adjusted bouquets.
what is she doing?
daniela frowned into her glass.
seriously does she have to stand that close every single time?
another sip.
it’s like she’s attached to her.
she immediately felt guilty, lara wasn’t doing anything wrong. they were bridesmaids, they’d spent the entire day together. of course they were talking and standing together but that didn’t stop the irritation bubbling away under her skin.
she finished the champagne, almost as soon as the flute was empty another appeared beside her, she took it without thinking. guests began filtering back towards the reception hall while staff opened the enormous glass doors leading inside.
place cards waited on every table, soft conversation filled the room again as people searched for their names. daniela had just started walking towards the entrance when she heard an older woman behind her.
“oh, don’t they make a lovely couple?”
she wasn’t talking to daniela but another woman beside her followed her gaze across the terrace.
“which two?”
“those girls.”
she smiled warmly.
“the one beside megan, the other bridesmaid and sophia’s friend…lara was it?”
daniela instinctively looked up. y/n and lara. they were walking towards the entrance together, lara saying something that made y/n smile again.
“aren’t they sweet?” the woman continued. “young love.”
the second woman chuckled “oh, i don’t think they’re-“
the rest disappeared beneath the rushing sound in daniela’s ears. a lovely couple. seriously?
she looked back towards them, lara reached over to brush something, probably a stray petal, from y/n’s shoulder. y/n smiled and said something back.
daniela felt something hot settle in her chest. before she realised she’d done it, she’d tipped the remaining champagne back, finishing it in one swallow. she set the empty flute down on the nearest tray with a little more force than she’d intended then headed straight inside.
she found the seating chart. table four.
daniela. next to it- y/n.
good. at least sophia had gotten one thing right.
she reached the table first, pulling out her chair before sitting down. her arms folded tightly across her chest, one heel began tapping against the wooden floor beneath the table.
y/n spotted her almost immediately. she smiled to herself before weaving between the tables, carefully slipping past waiters carrying bottles of wine and guests still trying to find their seats.
daniela didn’t move, she’d seen her coming and kept her eyes on the menu sitting in front of her.
“hi, baby.” y/n’s voice was soft, she rested one hand along the back of daniela’s chair as she leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her mouth “you alright?”
daniela hummed in response “mhm.” her hand found y/n’s thigh beneath the table almost automatically, fingers resting there for a second before her nails pressed lightly into the fabric of the champagne dress.
y/n smiled to herself “i love sophia and manon,” she murmured, leaning closer until her lips were beside daniela’s ear, “but fuck me…” she let out a tired breath “…this is exhausting.”
without another thought, she rested her head against daniela’s shoulder for a moment, eyes closing briefly “my face actually hurts from smiling.”
daniela gave another quiet hum “yeah.” her voice came out flatter than she’d intended “looks really tiring.”
there was enough edge to it that y/n immediately lifted her head again, she frowned and really looked at daniela this time. the crossed arms, the tight jaw, the way she hadn’t properly smiled once since she’d sat down “…what?”
daniela kept her eyes on the table “nothing.”
“daniela.”
“i said nothing.”
y/n tilted her head slightly “…okay, but it’s very obviously something.” before daniela could answer-
“there you two are.” megan appeared first, dropping into the chair opposite with an exaggerated sigh “my feet are actually numb.”
“you’re being dramatic,” yoonchae said, sliding into the seat beside her.
“i’m literally not.”
lara arrived last, placing her bouquet carefully beside her chair before sitting down next to y/n “i think i’ve been told to ‘look natural’ about eighty times today.”
“only eighty?” megan laughed. “lucky.”
the conversation immediately shifted. yoonchae started recounting one of the photographers trying to get manon to stop laughing, megan interrupted every other sentence and lara laughed quietly, adding her own version of events.
y/n joined in easily, smiling as she listened. beside her, daniela stayed unusually quiet, her hand never left y/n’s thigh. if anything…her grip tightened ever so slightly whenever lara leaned across to say something to y/n.
y/n noticed, she glanced sideways at her girlfriend. daniela still hadn’t looked at her once. whatever this was…it definitely wasn’t nothing.
~~~~~
dinner settled everyone.
once the speeches had finished and the nerves had worn off, the reception became exactly what weddings were supposed to be.
glasses clinked together across the room and someone kept topping up everyone’s wine before they even realised their glass was empty.
music drifted quietly through the speakers while waiters moved between tables carrying plates and laughing with guests they’d inevitably become familiar with over the last few hours.
daniela couldn’t have told anyone what she’d eaten, she knew it had been good everyone kept saying it was good, she barely noticed.
when it came time to cut the cake, everyone spilled away from their tables and gathered around the dance floor.
the enormous cake stood beneath a wall of flowers, sophia and manon already laughing before they’d even picked up the knife.
“just cut the thing already,” megan called from somewhere near the front.
the room erupted into laughter. the photographer tried desperately to get one normal photograph, he failed almost immediately when sophia deliberately dabbed icing across manon’s nose.
daniela smiled despite herself then instinctively looked for y/n. she found her a few people ahead, lara stood beside her.
of course she fucking did.
daniela slipped through the crowd without really thinking about it until she was standing on y/n’s other side.
y/n looked over “hi.”
daniela simply smiled before reaching down, finding her hand, their fingers laced together naturally.
y/n squeezed once then turned her attention back towards sophia and manon, daniela didn’t let go.
the first dance followed not long after. the lights dimmed, the room quietened. sophia held out her hand and manon rolled her eyes dramatically before taking it anyway.
everyone watched as they disappeared into the middle of the dance floor.
~~~~~
when the song came to an end, applause echoed around the room. before anyone had a chance to leave the dance floor, the dj laughed into the microphone “alright, don’t go anywhere.”
another song faded in “a married couple shouldn’t be dancing on their own.” a chorus of cheers followed. “everyone else, come and join them.”
almost instantly, the dance floor began to fill. y/n looked over at daniela “come here.”
daniela let herself be led onto the floor. as soon as they stopped, her arms slid comfortably around the back of y/n’s neck, her hands settling there like they belonged.
y/n’s found her waist just as naturally, they swayed slowly amongst everyone else, barely moving beyond the gentle rhythm of the music.
daniela’s fingers idly played with the soft hairs at the nape of y/n’s neck, twisting one absentmindedly before smoothing it back down again. she felt y/n smile “what?”
“nothing.” another slow sway. y/n looked at her for a second, her expression softening “i still can’t believe how good you look.”
daniela hummed quietly, her fingers caught lightly in the hair at the back of y/n’s neck, giving the tiniest playful tug “maybe if you took your eyes off lara for five minutes…” she spoke so casually it almost didn’t register.
“…you’d believe it.”
y/n blinked “…what?”
daniela only hummed again, her eyes fixed somewhere over y/n’s shoulder.
y/n let out a short laugh “wait…” she searched daniela’s face “…you’re joking.”
no smile “…dani?” another quiet hum and nothing else. the smile slowly disappeared from y/n’s face “…oh you’re not kidding?”
daniela still didn’t answer, she simply stepped a little closer until there was barely any space left between them, her forehead almost brushing y/n’s as they continued swaying with the music.
y/n’s hands remained around her waist, though her brow had furrowed slightly now “…baby.”
daniela’s fingers continued absentmindedly tracing the hair at the back of y/n’s neck “just dance.”
the song faded out to another round of applause.
people slowly drifted back towards their tables, stopping every few steps to greet someone they’d spotted across the room or steal another glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
y/n kept glancing sideways at daniela, who hadn’t said another word since the dance. she still held y/n’s hand, but there was something tighter about the way she did it now.
they reached their table, y/n pulled her chair out but didn’t sit. instead she turned towards daniela, lowering her voice “…baby?”
daniela looked at her.
“can we just-“
“y/nnnn!”
both of them turned. lara came stumbling over, cheeks pink from the champagne she’d clearly had more than enough of. she laughed as she reached them, immediately looping an arm around y/n’s shoulders, practically hanging off her.
“there you are.”
y/n laughed, instinctively steadying her before she toppled over “easy.”
“i’m being easy.” lara dissolved into another fit of giggles. she finally noticed daniela standing beside them and her eyes widened dramatically.
“oh…” she pointed between the two of them “i am so… so sorry.” she reached out, patting daniela’s shoulder with exaggerated sincerity “i’ve stole your girl all day.”
another laugh escaped her before she dropped her forehead against y/n’s shoulder “sorry.”
daniela held her gaze for a second “…i’ve noticed.”the words were quiet but flat enough that y/n immediately looked at her.
before lara could respond, daniela stepped forward, gently but firmly lifting lara’s arm from around y/n’s shoulders “come on.” she smiled politely “you should probably sit down before you fall over.”
lara laughed again “probably.”
megan appeared out of nowhere, shaking her head “oh fuck sake” she slipped an arm around lara’s waist “you’re done.”
“i’m fine.”
“you’ve just apologised to daniela for stealing her girlfriend.” megan sighed “come on.”
as megan began steering lara away, y/n turned straight back to daniela who was glaring at her. y/n looked across the room, grabbing onto the first distraction she saw.
“look, baby!” she pointed towards the far corner of the reception hall where a vintage-style photo booth sat surrounded by fairy lights and a growing queue of guests “a photo booth.”
she smiled nervously, slipping her fingers between daniela’s again “come on.” before daniela could answer, y/n gave her hand a gentle tug, starting to lead her across the room.
daniela followed, after only a couple of steps, her grip tightened around y/n’s hand.
y/n’s smile faltered “…ow.” she glanced down briefly before looking back at daniela “dani…”
daniela loosened her grip almost immediately “sorry.” the apology came automatically.
the photo booth sat tucked away in the corner of the reception hall, draped in strings of fairy lights that cast shifting patterns of gold across the floor around it. a red velvet curtain hung across the entrance.
y/n didn’t wait. she stepped inside first, pulling daniela in after her before letting the curtain fall closed behind them.
the space shrank instantly, the music from the reception hall became muffled, the bass thrumming through the velvet like a heartbeat.a single strip of LED lights ran across the top of the booth, casting a soft pink glow over everything.
y/n turned to face her “dani-“ that was all she got out before daniela shoved her backward. the small chair creaked beneath them as y/n landed against it, her breath catching in her throat.
daniela didn’t give her a second to recover. she stepped forward, one hand pressing against y/n’s chest, shoving her back against the chair cushions until there was barely any space left between them.
then she kissed her hard and messy. lips crashing together without finesse, without the slow build-up of a first kiss.
y/n melted into it instantly, her hands finding daniela’s waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together from chest to thighs.
daniela’s lips were hot and insistent. she bit lightly at y/n’s lower lip, tugging it between her teeth before releasing it with a quiet pop.
“you’re mine,” she murmured against y/n’s mouth, her voice rough with something between need and frustration. “stop letting everyone fucking touch you.”
y/n gasped, her fingers tightening against daniela’s hips. daniela kissed down her jaw, her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.
y/n’s head fell back with a quiet moan, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath daniela’s lips.
“dani p-people could see-“ another kiss, this time lower down the column of y/n’s throat.
daniela’s hands slid up her sides, fingers catching on the ribbed fabric of the champagne satin before pushing the straps down her arms.
she didn’t stop there, she kept going. until the dress pooled around y/n’s waist, exposing the soft lace of her bra and the plane of her stomach.
y/n’s breath hitched, her hands flew to daniela’s shoulders, nails digging in slightly as daniela’s lips trailed lower, over the lace covering y/n’s breasts, her teeth grazing lightly over a hardened nipple before moving on.
“fuck-“ y/n’s voice was breathy.
daniela smirked against her skin before standing up abruptly, her hands went to the hem of her own dress and without hesitation, she lifted it.
pulled her lace thong down her thighs and stepped out of it. the fabric was already damp at the crotch, the lace clinging to her skin before daniela balled it up in her fist and shoved it to y/n’s chest
“meet me on the dancefloor” her voice was low and commanding. y/n stared at the thong in her hand, her face flushed, her lips swollen from kissing. she swallowed and nodded.
her fingers closed around the damp lace, fingers curling around it instinctively before she tucked it into the small clutch bag hanging from her wrist.
daniela’s eyes stayed on her “good girl.” then she turned, pushed the curtain open and stepped out.
she left y/n sitting there, trembling slightly, her dress still pushed down around her waist, her skin flushed and her mind racing.
~~~~~
the dancefloor was already crowded when y/n finally made her way back out.
the dj had switched to a slower, sexier track. something with a deep bassline that pulsed through the floor beneath her heels.
she spotted daniela immediately, stood near the edge of the dancefloor, her back against one of the support pillars, her posture relaxed but her eyes locked on y/n the second she stepped into view.
she looked dangerous and y/n’s stomach flipped.
she weaved through the crowd, her champagne satin dress swaying with every step, her mind still reeling from the photo booth, from the way daniela had looked at her, from the way she’d spoken to her.
“you took your time.” daniela’s voice was a low purr, her eyes dark with something that made y/n’s breath catch.
she didn’t wait for an answer, instead, she turned and backed herself against y/n’s front. her ass pressed flush against y/n’s hips, her body moving instantly to the rhythm of the music.
y/n’s hands found her waist automatically, fingers curling into the satin, gripping tight as daniela began to grind against her.
every roll of her hips sent a jolt of heat straight between y/n’s thighs. she could feel the damp lace of her own thong and could feel the way her body ached for daniela’s touch.
“dani…” her voice was barely a whisper.
daniela didn’t turn around, she kept moving. one hand sliding up to tangle in y/n’s hair, her fingers twisting slightly, pulling just enough to make y/n gasp.
“shh.” she leaned back slightly, her ass still pressed against y/n’s hips, her voice a dark murmur in y/n’s ear “make up an excuse.”
y/n’s heart pounded “what?”
“get the fuck out of here,” daniela whispered, her lips brushing the shell of y/n’s ear as she spoke. “meet me in the bedroom.”
she turned around to meet y/n’s gaze over her shoulder, her expression was serious “you belong to me.”
her fingers trailed down y/n’s jaw, her chin, her neck, until they rested against the hollow of y/n’s collarbone. she dragged her fingertip along the sensitive skin there, slow and deliberate “and i’m gonna fucking prove it to you.”
then she stepped away and walked off before y/n could respond, left her standing there breathless.
~~~~~
y/n slipped away from the edge of the dance floor almost on instinct. she kept her head down, weaving between guests until she spotted the sign for the hotel bathrooms just off the ballroom lobby.
she pushed through the heavy door, the noise of the reception immediately dulling behind her.
she hurried to the nearest mirror, planting both hands against the marble countertop as she looked up “…shit.”
her cheeks were still bright pink and her hair, which had been perfectly pinned back hours earlier, had escaped in loose strands that framed her face in complete disarray.
and then there was her lipstick or…what was left of it.
it had smudged beyond the edges of her lips, faded unevenly until it looked more like she’d forgotten to reapply it than anything else.
“…shit, shit.” she grabbed a paper towel, dampening it under the tap before carefully wiping around her mouth.
she smoothed both hands down the front of her dress, straightening the satin where it had creased before adjusting the straps back into place. she tucked the loose pieces of hair behind her ears but they immediately fell back out again.
“…of course.” opening her clutch, she reached automatically for her lipstick instead…her fingers brushed against something soft and wet.
she froze and slowly looking down into the bag “…oh my god.” she squeezed her eyes shut for a second.
she bit the inside of her cheek, quickly pushing the lace further beneath the rest of her things before anyone could walk in and catch a glimpse.
her face somehow grew even hotter, she let out a long breath through her nose, shaking her head to herself trying to ignore the ache between her legs. finally finding her lip liner and lipstick, she leaned closer to the mirror.
she fluffed her hair with her fingers, pinched a little colour back into her cheeks, though she hardly needed the help and took one final look at herself.
still flushed and still a little flustered but at least she no longer looked quite so obvious.
snapping the compact shut, she slipped it back into her clutch, squared her shoulders and headed for the door.
the music grew louder as she stepped back into the corridor, laughter spilling out from the ballroom once again.
she’d barely taken a few steps before she walked straight into someone “whoa.” warm hands caught her by the elbows before she could stumble “careful.” y/n looked up.
megan.
“s-sorry.”
megan steadied her before taking a proper look at her “…hey.” her brows knitted together “you alright?”
“yeah.” the answer came far too fast “yeah, i’m fine.”
megan didn’t look convinced, she studied her for another second “you look…” she hesitated “…a bit flustered.”
y/n instinctively touched her cheek “do i?”
“a little” megan smiled faintly.
y/n laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck “it’s just… really warm in there.”
megan glanced towards the air-conditioned ballroom before looking back at her “…sure.”
there was a brief silence as y/n looked over megan’s shoulder. across the room, sophia and manon were still surrounded by relatives, being pulled into yet another round of family photos.
“…megan?”
“yeah?”
“if soph or manon ask where i am…” she hesitated, searching for something believable “…could you tell them dani’s not feeling great?”
y/n nodded “yeah… i think i’m gonna take her upstairs for a bit.”
“of course” megan gave her arm a reassuring squeeze “i’ll let them know.”
“thank you.”
“tell her i hope she’s okay.” megan smiled “go on. i’ll cover for you.”
“thanks, megs.” with one last grateful smile, y/n slipped away towards the tables to collect their things before making her way out into the hotel lobby.
~~~~~
the elevator doors chimed open just as she approached, and she stepped inside without hesitation. the mirrored walls reflected the flushed state of her skin, the slightly messy waves of her hair, the way her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths. she pressed the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall, clutching her small clutch bag tightly to her chest.
when the doors slid open again, she stepped out into the quiet hallway, the plush carpet muffling the sound of her heels. she hurried toward their room, her mind racing with images of daniela’s possessive touch, the way her voice had dropped into something dark and demanding.
she reached for her key card, her fingers brushing against the soft lace in her clutch. the wetness of it made her whimper quietly, her body tightening with need. she fumbled slightly, her free hand pressing against the door as she tried to steady herself.
the card slid into the reader with a quiet click, and the lock disengaged. she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
the room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the king-sized bed and the figure standing in the middle of it.
daniela.
she stood there barefoot, her dress still on but unzipped just enough to show the swell of her breasts beneath the black lace of her bra. her arms were crossed over her chest, her posture relaxed but her eyes burning with something raw and hungry.
y/n’s breath hitched in her throat, her fingers tightening around her clutch as she stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind her.
daniela didn’t move and didn’t speak. just watched her with those dark, intense eyes, her jaw set, her lips slightly parted as if she were already tasting her.
y/n’s pulse spiked, she took another step forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
daniela moved before she could take another. she crossed the room in three long strides, her hand shooting out to grab y/n’s wrist. she yanked her forward, spinning her around until y/n’s back slammed against the door with a quiet thud.
the impact stole the breath from y/n’s lungs, her clutch slipping from her fingers as daniela’s body pressed flush against hers. one hand shot up, gripping y/n’s jaw, tilting her head back just enough to claim her mouth in a hot, messy kiss.
y/n moaned into it, her hands flying to daniela’s waist, nails digging into the satin of her dress as daniela’s tongue forced its way past her lips. the kiss was rough, demanding, nothing like the soft touches they usually shared. it was possession and need as if daniela was staking her claim, her teeth grazing y/n’s lower lip before pulling back just enough to speak.
“you enjoyed that?” her voice was low, rough with something between jealousy and desire. “letting her touch you all night.”
y/n’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps as daniela’s grip tightened on her jaw “b-babe it wasn’t like-“ she didn’t get to finish.
daniela cut her off with another kiss, this one even harder, her free hand sliding down to grip y/n’s throat. not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make her feel it, enough to remind her who she belonged to.
“shut up.” daniela’s voice was a dark murmur against her lips. “and open.”
y/n obeyed instantly, parting her lips for daniela’s tongue to sweep inside. she moaned, her body arching into the touch, her hips rolling instinctively against daniela’s thigh.
daniela pulled back just enough to look at her, her thumb brushing over y/n’s bottom lip before trailing down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower. her fingers traced the neckline of y/n’s dress, teasing the fabric before slipping beneath it.
“you look too fucking good in this dress.” her voice was rough, her eyes dark with hunger.
before y/n could respond, daniela’s hands were on her hips, gripping tight as she spun her around and shoved her toward the bed. y/n stumbled forward, catching herself on the mattress before daniela’s body pressed her down into the soft comforter.
“dani-“
“shh.” daniela’s breath was hot against her ear as she leaned over her, her hands sliding up y/n’s sides, pushing the champagne satin up inch by inch.
y/n whimpered, her ass lifting slightly as daniela’s hands reached the small of her back, she suddenly remembered her heels were still on.
“m-my heels-“
she started to protest, but daniela cut her off with a sharp shove her body pressing into the mattress as daniela’s hands gripped her ankles, spreading her legs wider.
“i don’t give a fuck.” daniela’s voice was a growl, her fingers digging into y/n’s thighs as she pushed her flush against the bed.
she shuffled up y/n’s body, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of y/n’s face. her hands slid up, pushing the dress up further until it pooled around her waist then before she could even react daniela sat down right on y/n’s face.
y/n moaned instantly, her hands flying to daniela’s thighs as the sudden weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. daniela’s hands shot out, gripping the headboard for balance, her hips already rolling as she ground down against y/n’s mouth.
“fuck-” daniela’s voice was a broken moan, her thighs trembling as she settled fully onto y/n’s face. “that’s it baby fuck me with your mouth.”
y/n moaned, her tongue flicking out instinctively, lapping at daniela’s dripping pussy. she could taste her salty, sweet, intoxicating and she arched her back, her hands gripping daniela’s thighs as she pulled her closer.
daniela gasped, her hips jerking as y/n’s tongue found her clit, swirling around it in slow, torturous circles. “shit-” she moaned, her body trembling as she rode y/n’s face, her hips rolling in time with y/n’s tongue. “fuck, just like that”
she reached back, one hand tangling in y/n’s hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper as she ground down harder, her pussy dripping against y/n’s lips. “take it, baby. take every fucking drop.”
y/n moaned, her tongue working faster, her fingers digging into daniela’s thighs as she lapped at her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she arched her back, her hips rolling in time with daniela’s movements.
daniela’s breathing grew ragged, her thighs trembling as she rode y/n’s face, her moans filling the room as y/n’s tongue worked her closer and closer to the edge. “fuck yes yes yes!“ she gasped, her hips stuttering as she came, her pussy clenching around y/n’s tongue as she rode out her orgasm.
daniela let out a shuddering breath as the final waves of her orgasm subsided. she opened her eyes, looking down at y/n sprawled beneath her, face glistening with her wetness. a possessive growl rumbled in her throat as she sat back, straddling y/n's waist.
her hand shot out, wrapping around y/n's throat in a firm grip. y/n's breath caught, eyes widening slightly at the sudden intensity.
daniela leaned in, tongue flicking out to drag slowly across y/n's chin, licking up the remnants of her own juices. the taste sent a fresh surge of arousal straight to her core.
"look at you," she purred, voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "covered in me." she pressed closer, lips ghosting over y/n's as she tightened her grip on her throat just enough to make her squirm.
"you like that, don't you?" she murmured, grinding her hips down against y/n's. "knowing you belong to me?"
without warning, she crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue as she claimed y/n's mouth. y/n whimpered, hands grasping uselessly at daniela's back as she was thoroughly ravished.
when daniela finally pulled back, they were both panting. she stared down at y/n, eyes dark with possessiveness.
“you liked watching me get jealous all day, didn't you?" daniela hissed, her grip tightening around y/n's throat.
y/n's eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. "i-i didn't know baby i swear-“
“shut up." daniela cut her off, dragging y/n's hand between her own thighs. "these hands were on her all day. on her arm, on her waist, on her-“ she ground down against y/n's palm, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
"baby, it was for the wedding-" y/n tried to protest, only to be silenced by daniela pushing her fingers deeper.
“this is where your fucking hands should've been." daniela hissed, sinking down onto y/n's digits, her eyes falling shut as she rode them, her breathing ragged.
daniela's hips ground down harder, her pussy clenching rhythmically around y/n's fingers as she chased her release again.
"tell me you're mine," she demanded, her voice low and rough with need. she tightened her grip on y/n's throat, applying just enough pressure to make y/n gasp. "say it."
y/n's back arched, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan. "i’m yours, dani," she panted. "i’m yours, only yours..."
daniela's grip on y/n's throat tightened slightly as she let out a long, guttural moan. her hips jerked erratically, her pussy clamping down hard on y/n's fingers as she came again, shuddering and gasping above her. wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her nails digging into y/n's skin as she rode it out, her eyes locked onto y/n's the entire time.
she collapsed forward, bracing herself on her hands as she tried to catch her breath. her grip on y/n's throat loosened, her thumb brushing gently over the flushed skin in an almost soothing gesture.
"yeah you're mine, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "you're the only person who gets to do this to me, ever." she pulled back, her gaze never leaving y/n's, as she pulled y/n's fingers out of her with a wet plop.
y/n's whimper was like music to her ears, and daniela's eyes flashed with excitement as she lifted y/n's fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean slowly, her eyes never leaving y/n's.
muffled sounds of pleasure and arousal escaped her lips as she savored the taste of herself on y/n's fingers, her eyes burning with intensity as she looked at y/n, who was now a whimpering mess.
"p-please mami..." y/n's plea was like a trigger, and daniela's eyes flashed with excitement as she pulled y/n's fingers out of her mouth, her lips curling into a possessive, hungry smile.
she leaned forward, her mouth inches from y/n's, her breath hot and heavy against y/n's skin "what do you want, baby?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "what do you want me to do to you?"
y/n whimpered, hips bucking up needily against daniela. "touch me, please."
without a word, daniela moved quickly, flipping y/n over onto her stomach. she unzipped the champagne dress, peeling it slowly off y/n's body.
a groan escaped daniela's lips as she gazed upon y/n's bare ass. she raised one hand and brought it down in a firm slap, making y/n gasp. "look at you, so fucking wet," daniela growled.
she reached up, fingers tangling in y/n's hair and yanking her head back, arching y/n's back. "bet you were this wet all day, knowing you were getting me fucking jealous," she hissed.
y/n trembled beneath the firm grip, heart pounding. she was aching to be touched, craving daniela's possessive hands on her body. “i-i wasn’t trying to make you jealous”
daniela's grip on y/n's hips tightened, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she yanked y/n's thong off, the sound of the fabric tearing echoing through the room. y/n's legs trembled, her feet splayed out to the sides as daniela's hand reached around, slipping under her body.
the angle was perfect, daniela's fingers sliding deep into y/n's pussy, the tips curling up to graze the sensitive spot just inside. y/n's body arched, her hips rolling up to meet daniela's hand, her clit grinding into the palm. the pressure was exquisite, the sensation of daniela's fingers moving inside her, coupled with the gentle rubbing of her clit, sent y/n's senses into overdrive.
"don't fucking lie to me," daniela's voice was low, husky, her words punctuated by the sound of her fingers moving in and out of y/n's pussy. "only i can make you this wet, isn't that right, baby?" y/n's response was a mere whimper, her body betraying her as she bucked up into daniela's hand.
the sound of daniela's fingers moving inside y/n was like music, the wet sounds of her pussy slick with arousal, echoing through the room. daniela's fingers sped up, her movements becoming more insistent, more demanding. y/n's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she approached the edge.
"that bitch couldn't make you feel this good, no one can," daniela's voice was a dark whisper, her words laced with a possessive intensity that sent shivers down y/n's spine. "this pussy is mine. you're mine. all of you is."
she leaned over y/n's body, her eyes dark with desire. her fingers moved relentlessly, pressing and curling inside y/n's wet heat. the rhythmic squelching sounds filled the room, punctuated by y/n's desperate whimpers and moans.
y/n's body was pinned beneath daniela's, her body pressing into y/n's back as she worked her fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot that had y/n writhing and clenching around her.
"feel good, mi amor?" daniela purred in y/n's ear, her voice low and dripping with arousal. she emphasized her words by pushing her fingers in harder and faster.
"you hear that?" daniela whispered, tugging y/n's hair back so she could see her flushed, blissed-out expression. "only i do that to you, baby. don't i?"
y/n was a whimpering, drooling mess beneath her, her hips grinding back desperately against daniela's hand.
“y-yes, mami," she whined, her voice high and needy.
daniela growled, her wrist beginning to ache from the relentless pace, but she didn't slow down. y/n was hers, and she was going to make sure she remembered that.
her fingers moved faster, her touch growing more insistent as she whispered in y/n's ear "yeah, you wanna cum, baby? you wanna cum all over my fingers?" her tongue darted out, tracing the shell of y/n's ear, making her shiver "you're so close, i can feel it. your pussy's clenching, trying to keep me inside." her breath was hot against y/n's skin, her words making y/n's arousal spike "let go, baby. let me feel you cum."
y/n's body tensed, her muscles locking up as her orgasm hit. daniela's fingers were still moving, still stroking her, but it was too much. y/n's pussy clenched, and she felt herself being pulled under, her vision blurring at the edges
“dani- fuck yes nnghh oh my god-“
daniela's mouth closed over y/n's neck, her teeth sinking in, marking her skin. y/n felt a rush of pain mixed with pleasure, her orgasm intensifying as daniela sucked and bit, leaving her skin throbbing and tender.
y/n's body arched off the bed, her hips thrusting, her pussy clenching around daniela's fingers. she was screaming, moaning, her voice echoing off the walls as daniela continued to suck and bite, leaving her skin marked and bruised.
daniela finally pulled back, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with desire. she gazed down at y/n, her expression possessive, her lips curled into a cruel smile.
"mine," she whispered, her voice low and rough. "you're mine."
daniela pulled her fingers out slowly, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips as she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. she licked them clean with a low hum, savoring the taste of y/n's arousal.
"mmm, you taste so good, baby," she purred, her dark eyes burning with desire.
y/n lay beneath her, trembling and spent, her pussy clenching around nothing. she tried to turn over, to face her girlfriend, but the other woman quickly moved, tangling her fingers in y/n's hair and pushing her back down.
"did i say i was done?" daniela's free hand drifted down, teasing y/n's now sensitive clit and making her hips jerk.
her grip on y/n's hair tightened, a silent command to stay put as she began to stroke y/n's clit in slow, torturous circles. y/n whimpered, her body arching into the touch, desperate for more.
"i'm not stopping until the only name that's in your pretty little head," daniela leaned in, her lips brushing y/n's ear
“is mine”
a/n : 👀 sooo what can i say im a sucker for jealous dani
daniela avanzini is a straight girl with a boyfriend that is definitely not in love with her best friend until she's at her birthday party with two drinks down her throat.
a/n: no smau update today i wanted to get this out BUT we'll get back to our regular schedule tmrw
It’s like the world slows down when the curls walk in. Flaying around like the wind was made to make her shine. The world almost slows down as her boots clack against the floor, eyes razor sharp, finding yours immediately. Locked onto you like a missile locking onto its target. Then there’s her boyfriend, trailing behind her like a lost pup. He’s almost clueless about what was going to go down tonight.
“Happy birthday, princesa.” She whispers into your ear, coming up behind you. Her hands snake around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. She hands you your present, feels you burning up against her. She lets go shortly after, going back to kissing her boyfriend, Jonah, was it? He looks like he bullies fifth graders on roblox for a living.
You’re trying not to be a hater, because she seems… happy. You wanted to be supportive but the way he talks is so idiotic, and the poses he makes, and the way he talks about her, and the songs he sings… it makes your blood boil. As long as Daniela is happy. Right? Except the latina was staring at you the entire time.
She watches your hips move to the rhythm of the music, watches you giggle with the girls. Watches extremely closely when Megan rubs up against you. You both laugh like it’s a joke, like it’s platonic, but Daniela knows Megan. Her fist balls up, and then there’s her boyfriend kissing her neck, boiling her blood even more. She can’t focus, her vision is all over the place, scanning people as she keeps track of what you’re doing.
“You go home, I’ll stay with her tonight. It’s her birthday after all, I promised her I’d stay.” She whispers to Jonah, he grumbles, but she gives him that intimidating look she gives haters, and he shuts up. He pouts at her, kissing her one last time before calling his buddy over to leave. Her eyes roll at his antiques, leaving to find you. Where are you? There. Bingo.
She sneaks up behind you, pressing her lips against your shoulder, till you shiver. You whine out, “Dude, sto—” You pause when you look back. Your smile drops, immediately turning around. “Dani, what— what are you doing?” Daniela shrugs, running her hands through her hair, straightening her dress before saying, “Just dancing with my best friend.” You raise your eyebrow at her, looking at her skeptically.
She backs off, putting her hands up in defence. You scoff, and look away. She goes all the way to the bar to get herself a drink. Her eyes don’t wander, they always land on you. She’s a bee, and you’re the flower. Daniela can’t stop herself from staring when you look that good, not when you’re surrounded by people that aren’t her.
She chugs a drink down for confidence, shaking her head to refresh her system. She knows what she needs to do. Slides up next to you, putting her hands on some other guy as she observes you, stalks you before making her next move. You feel her presence, but you don’t know where she is. Daniela is always haunting you. You know she’s onto you this time.
It’s like moving around the room with a ghost, Daniela can’t stop staring at your figure, she’s salivating at the thought of you. Her teeth are aching, needing to tear into your skin and leave it littered with hickeys. But she has to hold herself back, not here. So, she makes the obvious choice. Calls you to her room.
“Room 101, in ten.” Daniela whispers into your ear, disappearing before you can say no. You look back frantically, eyes searching for her, but she’s nowhere to be found. You wink at your best friend, letting her know you’re heading out. Your hands reach into your pocket to reapply your lipgloss as you head upstairs.
Room 101. You take a deep breath in, knocking softly. No one answers for a moment, you reach up to ring the bell, and sure enough the door opens. “You’re here.” You smirk. “You knew I’d be here.” She whispers, fingers motioning for you to come in. She settles down onto the bed, patting her lap. You look at her hesitantly.
“You have a boyfriend.” You mumble, looking at her blatantly. She grabs your arm and pulls you into her lap, giggling with you. “That’s not for you to worry about.” She whispers against your ear, pressing a kiss against it. “Open it,” She says, referring to her present, sitting in front of both of you, wrapped in bright pink, almost ironical. You had started developing a liking towards the colour after hating it most of your childhood. You undo the bow, Daniela’s lips trail up your neck, leaving little licks that make you shiver in her arms.
You open the box, and a moan leaves you at how hard she bites down. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp seeing the strap she’s given to you as a gift. You look back at her, squirming in her lap, but she keeps you in place, taking the strap in her hands. You whimper looking at it, unsure as to how it’ll fit. Daniela licks her lips, tracing your mouth, before pulling you into a kiss. “You look so beautiful, mi tesoro.” She kisses your ear, pulling you off her lap so she can put the strap on.
“Ride me, I wanna watch you ride it.” She says, smirking. No reaction. Your mouth drops. But Daniela’s working fast, hands undoing your dress, pulling your zipper down, tearing it off your body. Her lips are on yours again, you whispering for her to do something. She hooks her arms under your thighs, pulling you onto your strap. Her fingers trace your entrance, making you whine out harder. “Dani, stop it.” You press your lips against her harder, hoping she would put it in already.
“I said ride me, didn’t I?” You don’t wait any longer, sitting down on her strap. “Oh fuck, f—fuck Dani.” Your eyes close as you use her boobs to balance yourself. Daniela lays down, lets you fist her breasts, moaning watching you. You move your ass against her strap, going back and forth, getting used to the size. “God, it’s so big. I— I can’t—” You’re barely forming sentences, but Dani is so mesmerized by the look on your face, it’s stunning.
To her, you’ve never looked more beautiful. “You’re so handsome,” She mumbles out. You giggle through your haze. “Handsome?” Daniela panics for a second. “Uh, pretty, I mean unless you like being called handsome, I mean— english words english, oh my god wait—” You put a finger against her mouth. “I love you, oh my god.” You slowly move up and down on her strap and moan out.
“Dani,” You whimper against her neck, but Dani’s so lost in watching your ass go up and down her strap, it’s not long before she loses it. Her hands cup your ass, pushing it down on her strap. “Holy fuck, baby—” Daniela growls, slamming her hips into you till you’re crying into her shoulder, begging for her to go harder. “Daniela, oh god, keep going please, fuckfuckfuck— please,” You mumble incoherently.
Daniela’s losing herself in it even more. “Cum for me baby, cum on my strap, please baby, c’mon, for me, please,” She whispers as your body trembles from your orgasm. Another complaint leaving your lips as you’re pulled off her strap.
She lays you down on the bed, mouth immediately latching onto your nipple, you throw your head back, tugging at her hair, Her teeth lightly dig into your skin, fingers entering your tight hole. Daniela moans against you. “So warm, cariño.” Her fingers thrust into you, mouth obsessed with your breasts, trying to take as much in as she can.
“Daniela, ‘m sensitive, oh my god, fuck.” You scream out her name, back arching as she pushes you back into place. “Gonna make you cum for me again, mine, mine, mine.” She growls. You only whine harder. “I’m yours, baby, slow down, lord,” You gasp out, legs twitching from the overstimulation. Her mouth leaves your chest, saliva dripping from her chin, and she laps at your clit instead. Your hips shoot up, cries leaving your mouth.
“God— you’re so good, oh my god, fuck, I can’t—- baby, shit.” Your voice is hoarse from the screaming, cumming into her mouth right after. She only smirks, wiping it off her chin.
“You have a boyfriend, Avanzini.”
“That would be a really great last name for you.” She says simply, pressing another kiss to your lips before she’s wrapping you in burrito style.
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