jess

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[mikeysbitch]

introduction!

jess. she/her. masc lesbian. aries. 22.

i write for mikey’s characters only. english is not my native language (sorry for any mistakes!) i do write whenever i feel like it/have an idea, so don't expect regular posts. i like to experiment tho, so be ready to see any kind of publications (hcs, drabbles, one-shots etc.) my posts are ALWAYS wlw.

g!p reader & female reader only.

if you have any questions my requests are open. <3

[mikeysbitch]

i have a few cute things coming soon y'all 🤫

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MIKEY  MADISON  as  ANI ANORA  (  2024  )

[mikeysbitch]

ROME — anora mikheeva.

pairing: anora x fem!rich!reader

summary: you take ani to a trip to rome <3

word count: 3,1k

warning(s): strap-on, sex by the open window, doggy style. it's mostly fluff at the beginning and smut at the very end. enjoy! 🫠

ani feels a cold breeze hitting her face once she gets outside the club. the music and scent of eroticism fade away, letting her sigh in relief.

standing in front of the entrance to HQ, she fiddles with the material of this expensive coat she's wearing, the coat that you bought her, the coat that was worth around $3.000 or so, ani doesn't remember the price exactly.

her eyes roam around, searching for your car in the darkness.

bingo!

you parked in the same spot as always, she's not even surprised. you pick her up from her shift every friday after a long day in the family company you're co-founder of.

her feet, tired from the heels, start to move towards your black audi. this car is just so very you — feminine, yet with a hint of masculinity.

ani finally gets inside and plumps on the passenger seat right next to you. she can already feel the vanilla aroma reaching her nostrils – a scent which she knows all too well by now.

tiny grin forms on your lips as you look her up and down once she gets on the seat. you can't help it — she always manages to spread a smile on your face even without trying. that's how down bad you are. “hi”. you say, leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek. “how was work?”

“you're really asking a stripper how was her work?” ani tries to contain a smirk that is threatening to spread across her face when you ask her about work.

“...i guess?”

your hesitant reply manages to get a chuckle from her. “it was fine... i'm a lil tired, those heels were killin' my feet.”

her hand reaches to fiddle with the material of your suit, your expensive suit. your clothes are simple, yet elegant and it looks absolutely delicious on you. ani knows it's all designer brands just from the texture and color and she's starting to suspect that you're wearing another one of gucci. she still doesn't understand how you can spend so much money on those things — it's just clothes after all.

her fingers move from the top buttons on your shirt down to your suit jacket and end on your tie that is neatly knotted right above your collar of your white shirt. ani tugs on the piece of fabric, amused.

her move makes you chuckle. “what?” you lift your eyebrows, looking at her with amusement.

“you really need to spend so much on this?”

“on what?”

ani points at your suit jacket, shirt and then at your tie, before she grabs the fabric again and pulls it towards herself, making your face get close to hers. “you could have dressed up in somethin' cheaper...” her nose brushes against yours. “because you look just as pretty in a walmart shirt.”

and she's probably right. don't get it twisted, ani loves seeing you in designer clothes. she really does. they always manage to turn her on.

“you want me to go to work in a walmart shirt?” you ask, enjoying the banter between you two.

“no, just... i want you to save all that money you spend on gucci.” she looks at the little green symbol on your tie, “instead of wastin' it on all this designer stuff.” ani's free hand moves to play with the top button of your shirt, gently toying with it. “just imagine what you could do with such money, maybe go for a small vacation…”

vacation?

“to where?” you ask innocently all while tiny smirk spreads on your lips.

“...to italy. you know, rome.”

of course, italy. you've heard ani talking about how much she'd want to visit this country. you can't complain, something about the romantic side of it really does speak to you. all these cathedrals and museums and the colosseum...

you can't deny it, the urge to get her on your private plane and spend the whole week in rome is... tempting. “no way jimmy would give you a few days off so you could go somewhere with me.”

ani rolls her eyes, remembering the last time — she had to beg her boss to give her two days off for new years, so she could spend the new years with you.

“he will, don't worry.” she replies, knowing perfectly well that jimmy doesn't like giving her days off and she'd have to beg really hard to get a whole week off.

“how so?”

“because... he likes me too much.” ani says simply, her hand landing on your cheek. “i could tell him that the love of my life is a filthy rich girl who wants to take me on a once in a lifetime tri—”

the love of her life?

“wait wait wait.” you chime in, interrupting her. little smile starts spreading on your lips. “am i the love of your life?”

it's quite amusing how quickly you were able to catch that specific part from everything she has just said.

it's the first time ani has ever aknowledged you as... the love of her life. after all this shit that happened with vanya just two years ago, she hasn't even thought about falling in love with anyone ever again. sure, she still might be traumatized, but she's met you when she wasn't even looking for anyone. she's met you at her lowest.

you're not just her, may i say "sugar mommy" (even though you're just two years older than her), you're not just the girl that showers her with gifts and money. vanya was like that. and we all know how it ended.

you're wealthy. you're disgustingly wealthy and you don't even hide it. ani has been there — expensive shopping trips, nights spent in your penthouse, romantic dinners, dates... it's like you're ready to do everything for her, to give her the world.

at the beginning of your relationship, she thought you were doing it all out of lust — she knows she's sexy, her confidence is literally pouring out of her, there's a reason why she is a no.1 girl in the club. but then, you started visiting the club every weekend, giving her expensive gifts and somehow you both ended up seeing each other.

sure, your lifestyle lowkey reminds her of vanya's. lowkey, because, god, he has never made her feel quite like you do. he has never made her heart flutter, he has never managed to activate the butterflies in her stomach. he has never ever made her feel loved. desired? maybe. but never loved.

magic.

she realized you're a good person, that everything you do is genuine and not because she owns you something. ani still can't quite believe that you like her because of her, because of how she is as a person. because, fuck, vanya was a fucking asshole.

ani could call you her escape from the club, from this harsh world... her safe haven. with you, she's not anora, she's... ani.

“you are the love of my life.” her hand cups your cheek again, her thumb softly grazing your lip. “how could you not be?”

she's not even sure when that change happened. when her simple crush on you morphed into love.

perhaps, she started to fall for you somewhere in the process of you giving her expensive gifts and making all her wishes come true, or, when you'd surprise her with sweet little gestures and just your presence.

or maybe it was the very first time you stepped into the club and she caught the sight of you — elegant, confident and very, very attractive in her eyes.

ani straddles your hips. she starts to toy with your tie while still looking into your eyes.

“...and if i was poor?” you murmur, giving her thoughtful look. even though you know she likes you for you, there's still this thought in the back of your head — what if she's with you just for money?

it looks like not only ani has worries stinging in the back of her head. maybe that's what really connects you both — she got hurt because of rich, and you got hurt because of being rich.

“still the love of my life.” ani says. your question was asked lightly, jokingly, yet you still seem slightly apprehensive, uncertain. and she sees that, she's not blind. “i would still be sittin' here.. and i'd still call you the love of my life, i'd still want you anyway...” she murmurs in response and her arms come to rest around your neck. “and if bein' with you means never gettin' any of this–” her hand motions at your expensive suit and the interior of your car. “–then sign me up for the rest of my life.”

ani sounds genuine and she truly is. your heart is all that matters to her. not your money, not your company, not all those other things you have. just you. your love. your presence.

and as if to assure you, she leans further in, her lips gently brushing against yours in a soft kiss, just the way you like it. the kiss goes on for a moment before she eventually pulls back. “ready to drive?” she asks softly, ready to get back on her seat.

“just one more...” you murmur before leaning in for another kiss.

ani's lips are always plump and taste like fruits. it's an addictive duo. only after several moments, she gently breaks the kiss and pulls away. “let's go before i pull you to the backseat and... distract you for real.”

the air in rome hits you like a warm, fragrant breeze with a hint of sea when both of you get off the plane. it's different from nyc, different from everything you're used from the life you're leading back home.

ani's eyes scan the surroundings, a soft smile on her lips. she's excited, her body almost vibrating from the feeling of finally being here. she's wearing airy dress with a neckline and white sneakers, something very casual and comfortable... and kinda out of character.

you, on the other hand, are wearing airy white shirt and pants, sunglasses resting on top of your head.

both of you walk through the romantic roman streets, admiring every building, all while looking like a hot, rich couple.

“i feel like i'm in a dream!”

watching her all smiley and happy is the best view you've ever seen. it makes you love her even more. knowing that you're able to bring out all these feelings from her after everything that happened with her "ex husband" means everything to you.

you don't say anything — you simply lean in and kiss her.

ani's lips are warm as they meet yours. yhe kiss is soft and gentle, yet it still manages to make her heart skip a beat, as it always does. she melts into you, her hand moving to settle on your lower back to draw you closer.

“maybe we should get some taxi to drive us around?”

“yeah.”

“there.” you nod towards the cabriolet that obviously is dedicated to drive the tourists around.

with ani's hand on your lower back and your arm loosely wrapped around her shoulder, you walk towards the car and once you get closer, you start talking to the driver in Italian, which surprises her.

ani has never heard you talking in italian.

“mi scusi, vorremmo fare un giro. è disponibile?”

the driver, a middle-aged man, turns his attention to you with a friendly smile on his face. “oh, si, certo. posso farvi fare un giro della città.” he looks from you to ani and back, his eyes holding a hint of curiosity.

“you first,” you say to her, letting ani get in the backseat first before joining in. once you're both settled, the car finally starts. the driver seems to skilfully maneuvering through the narrow streets of rome. the warm breeze ruffles your hair as you begin the journey through the city.

you decide to talk to the driver for a while. also, you'd be lying if you said you don't want to flex your italian in front of your beautiful girlfriend. “siamo americani. questa è la mia ragazza, ani, non parla italiano. per caso parli inglese?”

the cabriolet's owner nods in understanding and switches to english — his accent might not be perfect but it's enough for you both to maintain the conversation. “ah, you're americans, huh? yes, i speak english, no worries.”

ani, wrapped up in your arm, leans closer to you, her eyes darting around to catch a glimpse of the beautiful sights around. her hand finds itself on your thigh, enjoying the moment. “it was so sexy...” she whispers, her voice tinged with amusement.

you already know the answer but you just can't help but ask, acting innocent. “what was?”

“you, speakin' italian like it's nothin'.” she murmurs, her words soft. she looks impressed. is there anything you can't do? “i could listen to you speaking italian all day long.”

“okay, amore mio...”

the word amore mio slipping off of your lips makes ani's stomach flutter, something about it feels intimate and erotic at the same time.

with her face just milimeters from your own, she tilts her head, looking at you as if you were the center of her world. “you are amore mio.”

before ani can say anything else, the driver chimes in, speaking something in italian that she doesn't understand. she only understands the word 'grazie' coming out from your lips. the fact that you are casually and effortlessly exchanging words in italian with that driver, makes her feel weirdly aroused.

“what did he say..?”

smile spreads on your face at her question. she looks so... lost. she doesn't act like your girlfriend — ani is usually confident, feisty and playful. now, she's so out of it and it's because she can't understand a fucking word you're saying in that sexy italian accent of yours. “he said that we look cute together.”

“cute together?”

“cute together.”

after a long day of visiting the colosseum, you two are finally back in your 5 star hotel, right near the beautiful buildings. the view is truly breathtaking.

walking out of the shower, you notice ani standing by the opened window, wearing nothing but her sexy, reddish and silkish nightgown. the memories of you buying her the material for her birthday immediately floods your mind. you take a moment to admire the breathtaking view in front of you — and you're not talking about the view outside the window.

“this is so... beautiful.” you hear her murmur as she keeps looking out the window.

your feet start to move towards her and once you're standing behind her, your arms find themselves wrapped around your girl's sides. “my view is more beautiful...”

ani lets out a soft chuckle which makes your heart skip a beat. she feels your front pressed up against her back, your body warmth transferrring onto her own. the brunette leans back into your touch. her body molds against yours as she turns her head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of your face. “always such a flatterer.”

“you know... i was hoping for doing something very sinful before our trip to vatican tomorrow...” you whisper, pressing your crotch against her clothed bum.

her breath hitches, feeling something hard pressing against her ass and she already knows what that is.

letting out a breathless chuckle, ani can't help but stick her ass out just to tease you more. “babe, did you seriously just bring a strap with yourself?”

the next words leave your mouth in a languid manner, your voice sounding breathless as well. “well, is that a crime?”

“no—”

“you can still look out the window if you'd like, though...” you murmur as your fingers wrap around the waistband of your sweatpants and pull them down just enough to free the sillicon. your hands slowly slide underneath her nightgown, finding out she doesn't wear any underwear.

“ya know, i'd rather focus on other view...” she breathes out softly. her body already thrums with anticipation, her legs part just enough for you to enter her. she's already wet just at the thought.

“no no, keep admiring the view, princess.” you insist as you slowly slide in. your hands land on her hips to soothe her, help her adjust to the toy.

“oh god—” first moan escapes ani's lips.

her hands clutch the windowsill as she tries to keep herself together. the feel of you deep inside her, the way you call her princess.. it's all too much. it makes her head spin and her heart skip a beat. ani's head tilts back, her long hair cascading down her back in pleasure.

she looks like an angel. her plump, pale buttcheeks just scream for being touched, spanked, caressed.

“so romantic, isn't it?” you manage to whisper out. you're enjoying the way her hips meet your thrusts, the little sounds she's making. you love and live for all of it.

the view of rome outside the windows, the buildings illuminated by the evening lights, it all pales in comparison to the love of your life in your arms.

“romantic?” ani spits the word out in a mocking manner. her head tilts back on its place, looking ahead. the warm wind ruffles her hair, all while you pick up on the pace. your thrusts are getting impatient and her moans are getting louder.

it's the first time you're having sex by the open window, knowing that people could see you any second now. but it's an exciting thought. and yeah, okay, the view outside might be romantic, she's not gonna lie. even though she's wearing her nightgown, her boobs can't stop but bounce with your every move. you're 100% sure that the look on her face is even hotter.

a moan slips out of ani's lips when you give her buttcheek a light smack. ani starts to squirm. you know she's close. she always does it when she's about to cum.

and a moment later, another moan reaches your ears, but this time it's a louder one. ani's moan is so loud that you're sure the people outside are also able to hear it this time.

she's trembling in your arms, going through the afterglow and you suddenly don't want to do anything else than to hold her in your embrace, to soothe her, to take care of her.

she's your entire world.

your lips press against the back of her neck as your hands come to fix the nightgown on her chest, making sure her breasts are covered and nice. you whisper, smiling against her ear. “...you're still sure you wanna confess about your sinful life to a priest?”

[mikeysbitch]

Hey! So can I request a bot on c.ai? If so, I was actually wondering if you could do popular amber who is in the same college class as reader?

will do once i get some time🫡

[mikeysbitch]

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[mikeysbitch]

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[mikeysbitch]

Hey! So can I request a bot on c.ai? If so, I was actually wondering if you could do popular amber who is in the same college class as reader?

will do once i get some time🫡

[mikeysbitch]

could i pretty please req aaaaaany powerbottom ani .. i have a need ..

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author's note: i hope y'all like it <3

you and ani have been hanging out for, like, a week now. you were pretty insistent to convince her to go out on a date with you.

even though you acted all tough, she knew that deep down, you were jealous whenever she brought her clients up while being around you.

she didn't mean it in a rude way, though. she liked teasing you like this, for her it was a harmless game with you.

the way your body would go stiff and your brows would knit very time she mentioned any handsy client or said that she simply had a fun shift at the club.. it was adorable, to be honest. and she lowkey liked it.

“come on, babe, show me what you got,” ani drawled out to your ear. your hips were moving smoothly back and forth, fake dick sliding in and out of her in precise movements. it's not like you were bad at this – she just wanted you to fuck her harder. “you know, i've had more fun with my client last night than right now,”

you stopped. your eyes widened in disbelief (maybe even in hurt)

like, why would she say that, right?

“w– why would you say that?” you asked, your eyebrows knitting as you looked down at her.

“say what? the truth?” she said, her words leaving her mouth confidently. “i’m just sayin', you could do better.”

ani knew her words might have hurt, but that was the point. her words had to motivate you, to made her look and feel powerful even though she was the one who was underneath you.

you were already jealous of all the men she had to entertain at work (sometimes even outside of it) and she took an advantage of it to get what she wanted.

“go deeper, yeah? i want to feel your cock all deep inside my cunt, you don't want to disappoint me, do you?”

god. her words left her lips in a dominant way, not even matching her sweet yet sultry voice.

you loved and hated it at the same time. how could she look so innocent yet sound so dominant? you pursed your lips and locked eyes with hers, determined to show her what you're capable of. your thrusts were getting faster, ani started to moan more.

“yeah, just like that, just like that,” her words left her lips, meant to motivate and praise you, encourage to keep going. her eyes were looking into yours the whole time, the smirk on her lips was driving you insane. she took your wrist, guiding it to her clit. “rub it. fast.” she ordered, her command leaning her throat as a growl.

you started rubbing her clit, all while your thrusts kept going. your hips were meeting hers sloppily but quickly.

ani was a squirming mess underneath you, yet she refused to take her eyes off of yours. it was her way to show you that she loved what you were doing to her. she was too proud to let her walls go down.

moans and growls started to leave her throat, her hips started to buck and gyrate against yours. her clit got swollen due to your fast finger-moves.

“god, you fuck me– mhm, so good–”

victorious smirk spread on your lips, watching how breathless she's gotten. “oh yeah?”

“mhm,” she hummed, her hum thick in pleasure. “finally fucking me like your own slut.”

nasty sounds started filling her room more and more as you continued to fuck her so good. you were grateful that her shabby house was located near the tracks – the noise of the passing trains was able to deafen your moans.

just when she was about to cum, she pushed you away just to grab a handful of your hair and guide your face straight to her aching cunt. you started eating her out and it was like... the most delicious meal for you. she tasted so sweet – testament that she was on her special diet, full of fruits and salads.

ani took a look down at you, enjoying how your head looked in between her soaked thighs. “look at you... eating my cunt like it's the most delicious thing you've ever eaten. fuck.” she almost growled her words out. she started bucking her hips which caused her juices to smear all over your mouth, your chin was dripping with her arousal.

with the long moan and last buck of her hips, you managed to make her cum – seeing her climaxing because of you, was the best reward you could've ever gotten.

[mikeysbitch]

BIRTHDAY GIRL — anora mikheeva.

pairing: anora x g!p reader.

summary: your friends drag you to the strip club for your birthday.

word count: 1,4k

warning(s): 🔞+ smut, g!p reader, strip club, grinding, p in v, unprotected sex, top!anora

“so, which lucky lady is the birthday girl?”

her sweet, seductive voice echoed, making you blush. you secretly hoped she couldn't be able to see your heated cheeks under the colorful lights which were lighting up the whole club, making it look seductive and cozy.

your friends laughed and then pointed at you, obviously enjoying the whole situation.

you were embarrassed. you've never been to a strip club, you've never had a stripper on your lap, dancing, grinding on it.

“birthday girl, huh? i’m ani.” she said, taking a seat next to you on the couch. her smirk widened when your friends started cheering you both. she enjoyed the moment.

you took a look at her. gorgeous face, shiny makeup, tinsel in her hair. her acrylic nails started trailing along your arm, up and down. she definitely tried everything just to see you shiver underneath her touch.

“you– you look pretty, like, very pretty.” you managed to mumble with sheepish smile before taking another sip of your drink.

ani smiled flirtatiously, her voice sounded like a sweet sin, something you want but can't get. “yeah? you think 'i'm pretty'?”

your friends observed you two, giggling and whispering to each other. you and ani exchanged a small talk before she took your hand and pulled you with her.

“so... where we going?”

“you'll see.” she replied, the smirk on her lips growing wider at your compliant submission and excitement. her slender fingers stayed intertwined with yours, giving your hand a firm squeeze as she lead the way to a more secluded and private part of the club.

the sound of the music faded away, and the ambience became slightly calmer and more intimate as you both entered a small room. it was a private dance booth, secluded from the rest of the club. the light, although dim, seemed to give the space a soft and seductive glow.

“we're here.” she said, turning around to face you. ani gently pushed you, making you sit on the red couch. low, seductive music started playing from the speakers. “don't worry, i'll take good care of you.” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. she straddled your lap and then her hips started to move in a slow, tantalizing rhythm against your lap.

you let out a pathetic whimper, feeling how your eyes start to get glossy. she was grinding on your lap in a perfect, taunting rhythm.

“you're perfect at this...” you drawl out, your head throwed back while gasps and sighs were leaving your lips ever so slightly.

her body started to move again, and you could feel her bare skin against you, the friction increasing with every second. the light in the room cast a soft glow over her supple, bare body, highlighting the smoothness of her skin and the subtle curves of her body.

“yeah?” she glanced at you, her eyes locked with yours while she kept moving on your lap. “you're such a baby.” she mused out in amusement. you were so turned on that she was able to feel your growing dick inside your black jeans. you didn't expect it to feel that good. “what's your name?”

“y/n.” you breathed out and your eyes locked with hers again.

“y/n?” she repeated, flashing you a little smirk.

“yeah, y/n.”

“so, y/n... how old you're turning today?”

you couldn't get enough of her low, sweet voice. it sounded like honey for your ears.

“twenty.”

ani raised her eyebrows, taking a quick look at you. her eyes moved up and down. “twenty?” she repeated with slight surprise. “i was right. you're a fuckin' baby.”

“and you?”

“older than you. twenty three.” ani replied, rolling her hips. “now, enough with that talk, i'd love to make your birthday night more special.” she whispered and then got off your lap.

ani didn't give you time to answer or protest. her fingers quickly trailed down her stomach, wrapping around her thong. she took it off and turned around. she started to grind against your lap with her bare ass, giving you a perfect look at it. “it's not allowed, but i think you're really cute and deserve some fun on your birthday night.”

if you didn't know better, you would have thought you went to heaven.

you were hundred percent sure she could feel your hard dick under her ass. it was begging to be released at this point.

“ani–”

“i can feel it.” she chimed in, breathing out the words. she felt your clothed erection and she obviously liked it.

she continued dancing on your lap, feeling how your girl was growing more and more in your black jeans. whimpers were leaving your mouth, indicating your obvious arousal.

ani couldn't help but feeling turned on as well. she was too proud to admit it to herself, though. naturally, she didn't pay much attention to her clients, she didn't feel any deep connection to them. it was just her job. it didn't matter to her if her client's dick was hard or not. in the end, she was always the one who got paid, anyway.

but with you? she felt proud to see, to feel how aroused she made you. you were different.

you weren't a creepy, old enough to be her father man. you were... young, and cute and inexperienced. she couldn't help but smirk amusedly at the thought of you coming right in your pants. she could literally feel you throbbing.

it would have been adorable.

“doin' good, baby?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at you. the petname just slipped out of her mouth just to tease you.

but calling you like that felt... good.

“ani...”

she could feel her heart skipping a beat, hearing the yearning in your voice. there was this... pleading look in your eyes. you wanted her to do something.

“okay... okay, i gotchu.” she sighed, turning around on your lap. she was now facing you. her hands moved to your belt, unbuckling it slowly, her eyes never left yours.

none of this was allowed. but she didn't give a fuck. she knew she could trust you, that you wouldn't hurt her.

in a smooth motion, she undid the button on your jeans next, then your zipper. her knuckles brushed against your hardness.

she lifted herself on your lap, her fingers smoothly wrapping around the material of your pants and in a quick motion, she slid it down to your knees along with your boxers.

you let out a sigh of relief, feeling your hard dick finally free.

she started stroking you gently, feeling you grow even harder in her hand. she moved up and down the shaft, twisting at your head. you couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt.

“you're so big, princess..” she murmured in fascination.

ani kept stroking you for a while, letting you buck your hips against her touch. she loved how good she was making you feel. she loved how much you enjoyed it. the sight of you rolling your eyes was something so fucking good to see, she could feel you were close to cumming.

she, herself, started to feel wet. actually, she was dripping on your lap. she didn't know what was going on. ani never felt like this before.

“fuck it,” ani huffed and you whimpered when her hand left you. instead, she positioned your cock and then lowered herself.

desperate whimper left her lips as she started to move her hips. you were stretching her so well, it was like your dick was designed for her pussy. she couldn't believe it herself.

your hands landed on her hips, guiding her moves. she was the one on top of you, but you certainly had power over her.

quiet groans began to fill the room. she looked so fucking gorgeous on your lap, riding you like that...

ani let out another breathy groan, her glossy eyes locked with yours.

“you gotta pull out before cumming. you can't fuck that up.” she whispered, her arms wrapping around your neck. her hips kept moving faster this time, chasing her own release.

you two have been going on like that for a while, trying to stay quiet. if anyone ever found out about what was going on... ani would get in trouble.

“f–fuck!” you exclaimed, pulling out just a second before you started leaking. your move made ani whimper. she came right after you.

both of you just stayed like that for, like, 5 minutes, trying to come back from your high.

you could see a smirk forming on her face before she whispered softly. “...happy 20th birthday, y/n.”