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Pairing: Dakota Johnson/Reader
Summary: Reader has history with her former philosophy professor. After some time apart, she seeks her out when she’s feeling lonely. wc: 3.6k
Content: 3rd POV. Student-teacher relationship, power imbalance, age gap, oral sex, strap-on sex. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
Y/n hates that her campus is located right in the heart of the city. She hates having to trek to it too. It's loud, often smells, and someone is always yelling at her on the streets. She should've listened to her best friend from senior to go to school where it was much more "greener." Maybe if she followed her out west they'd still be friends, and she'd actually have friends.
High school cattiness and cliques did nothing to prepare her for how harsh it was going to be here. Her college wasn't even an Ivy League, nor was it super hard to get into, but everyone was so cutthroat. Maybe it was just how it was in a major city, everyone gunning for the same spot in life that will give them some success.
There were only three things that gave her solace: the lady who sells fruits down the block from her apartment, her carefully planned school schedule, and office B315. The walk up three flights of stairs was once daunting, then exhilarating, and then again daunting. For a school with a high tuition cost it was astounding that they didn't care to fix the elevator that was filled with the offices of the teachers who taught in the Arts & Science department. The building was somewhat old too. Y/n remembers her English 214 teacher told the class that she remembers when that building was built and that once the century turned, the school started to put more money into the STEM departments. Hearing that anecdote made Y/n question why she even came here, and if she should transfer, but there was something holding her down.
Professor Johnson didn't like to be called that, nor did she want any of her students to address her as "doctor." She just told them to call her Dakota, which they all did albeit a bit reluctantly at first.
Dakota was a mystery to her student. Some knew more about her than others, alleging that her father was someone important and with money and that's why she got this job at a much younger age than some of the other teachers. Y/n didn't humor the rumors. To be frank, she just didn't care. She needed this philosophy credit to fulfill one of her gen ed credits. She wasn't particularly interesting in philosophy nor was she super fond of Dakota's teaching style. That's probably why she was doing so bad in the class at one point.
The very first meeting she had with Dakota was not voluntary. Y/n received an email that asked her to come to her office at 3:20 on a Wednesday with no regard to whether or not Y/n had a class at that time or not. It also weirdly irked her that their meeting time was 3:20 and not something more common like 3:30. It was just ten minutes later!
It was awkward sitting in Dakota's office while she simply asked Y/n why her grades were slipping. Y/n honestly didn't have an answer. She thought she understood the material but every time all she got back on her papers were Cs, Ds, and even a few Fs on smaller assignments. Dakota didn't say much, she didn't even offer assistance for her. Y/n found it odd. What was the reason for this meeting if there wasn't any help or some sort of tips attached with it?
From that minute on, she decided that professor Johnson confused the hell out of her. Y/n became even more dumbfounded how she went in one time for a meeting about her grades and a month-and-a-half later was forced on her knees for her professor.
She didn't mean for it to happen, like most people probably didn't mean to start an affair with their professor. It was hard for her to reckon with her actions and what kind of consequences they might lead to. Dakota made it even harder because not only did she not care about the repercussions, but because everything she did made Y/n feel good. The way she stroked her skin, kissed her in places that had gone unkissed before, and how desire radiated from every single one of her intentions. Dakota didn't express her fondness for Y/n that much, but it showed in how she handled her; most of the time a little rough and other times slow and gentle.
Things changed when the semester ended and Y/n passed the class with a B+. She adjusted her studying method, but she wondered if her tryst with Dakota had something to do with her higher grade when she was just barely getting a C before midterms. Y/n didn't want to think that, didn't want to think she slept her way to a good grade, but it was hard to knock that intrusive thought out of her head. So much so that she called it off with Dakota. The shame was starting to overcome the pleasure. A part of her felt used even though she had no evidence to prove her thoughts were rational. She never received any answers from Dakota because she never dared to ask; she was just left out in the dark due to her own inaction.
It was the Spring semester and much warmer out. Y/n had to admit that she missed her philosophy class. Even though she was doing bad grade-wise for half of it, she did enjoy the material. She missed Dakota even more after weeks away from her.
How would Dakota react when she knocked on her office door? Would she be happy? Annoyed? Reject her? Or worse, would she be indifferent?
Y/n didn't peg Dakota as someone who did this with her students often, Y/n just got lucky. But she still wondered if Dakota found someone new for the semester. Y/n was well aware that those thoughts stemmed from her intrusive thoughts. She constantly had to remind herself that she had no reason to assume those things of Dakota. But she wasn't going to be satisfied until she saw her face again.
However, she had been too late. When she arrived on the third floor, there was only a custodial worker vacuuming the old carpet. The coffee stain from when Y/n dropped one of the cups in her hand was still there on the ground. (She had tried to show her gratitude to Dakota by bringing her lunch. It was her way of saying "thank you for fucking me so good.") Y/n's face burned at the memory as she walked straight to Dakota's office. The little window that let people peek through showed her that the office was dark and empty. It only had just hit six o'clock just a few minutes ago, so she was surprised that Dakota wasn't still here. It was a nice Thursday, so maybe she left early. And maybe it was stupid for Y/n to do this. Dakota was her former teacher, not some lover who she had a deeper relationship with. Sure their moments together were sexual but any special emotions felt a little one-sided, like Dakota just wanted someone to release any sexual frustration or desire she was feeling at the moment.
Then she remembered a place that Dakota had asked her to come to once. It was very rare that they met in public. They usually did things in Dakota's office after hours, or they'd go to Dakota's loft. It was such a stereotypical philosophy teacher's home. Y/n felt so odd the first time she walked inside, she felt like she was a teenager sneaking into a sex store. Dakota never understood why Y/n had so many reservations and always walked with guilt in every step. They were adults and morality was a manmade concept. Y/n consented to everything and it wasn't like she was a college freshman or even a sophomore. There was nothing wrong with what they did in Dakota's eyes.
But Y/n still felt awkward walking into this...bar? Pub? She wasn't sure what to call it. It was a little more relaxed than a bar. The owners were pretty lax, but this isn't a place where a college would want to sneak in. There was no music or room to dance. Most of the people here were unfamiliar and kept to themselves. Now that she thinks about it, it's probably why Dakota didn't mind meeting up here.
It was pretty empty today, the risk of being caught much lower. Even though she was of age, Y/n felt like she was going to get kicked out. This was Dakota's "place" and walking in without her felt weird.
She looked around without trying to look suspicious. She'd be able to spot her former teacher through this sparse crowd with ease. However, she couldn't find her. There was a chance she wasn't here, but she was wrong.
"Y/n."
There wasn't any denying who that voice belonged to. She turned around and Dakota was waving her down. Y/n looked around once again to make sure no one was watching her, and that the faces weren't familiar. Y/n slowly approached the lone table that Dakota sat at, a smirk playing on her former professors face. She knew what she was going to be subjected to.
"Thought you said you weren't gonna come back?"
"Don't make this any harder on me," Y/n replied back faster than she expected. She pulled the chair out and sat across from Dakota.
"Why are you here then if you didn't want me to give you a hard time?"
Y/n truly didn't have a reason, at least not one that she knew off the top of her head. Was she lonely? Sure, but there have been worse times than this. She didn't particularly miss Dakota, more that she missed what they did together. It was just hard to admit it.
"I just remembered this place? I don't know...I was in the neighborhood and wanted to come in."
"You looked like you were looking for someone. Are you meeting someone here?" Dakota asked, but she knew the answer already.
"I wasn't."
"Do you want me to get you a drink? You have your I.D. rig-"
"I actually just want to go back to your place?" Y/n wanted it to come out more confident, but her statement came out more like a question. Dakota cocked a brow at her, but she wasn't shocked at all.
"I'll pick up my check."
-
Y/n didn't remember the walk from the bar to Dakota's apartment being so long. Maybe it's because they didn't say anything to each other, just walked silently side-by-side.
"You should remember where everything is," Dakota said once they were in her apartment. It was much more messy, probably because Dakota wasn't expecting anyone to come over.
"The usual?"
"Yes," Y/n said with a tinge of shame in her voice. She hated that Dakota made it sound so casual when she spent months plagued with the images of Dakota standing above her, looking down at her before she engulfed her in pleasure.
Y/n walked into Dakota's bedroom as if she was familiar with it. She quickly undressed herself, not wanting to waste anymore time. If she had too many thoughts she allowed to get into her head then she'd probably end up making herself leave; that's not what she truly wanted.
Dakota finally came into the room, her body fully clothed contrasting to Y/n's nakedness.
"I always wanted to use these on you," Dakota fiddled with the metal on the hand restraints before she looked over at Y/n, "but you seemed to always be apprehensive about it. Are you going to let me use them tonight?"
It was Y/n's subconscious that made her nod her head. She had a bit of a fear being restrained with no control over herself, but if she didn't trust Dakota then she wouldn't be here with her right now.
"Good girl. Lay on your back."
Y/n felt a little self-conscious spread out on Dakota's bed like this but it's not like she hasn't seen her naked before. It was just the completely different context that made Y/n want to hide her body. However Dakota didn't let her. She fastened the restraints around her wrist and ankles, locking her to the bed. Y/n tested them out of curiosity and she was truly stuck with Dakota being the only person to free her. Her first instinct was to freak out, but she didn't want to get herself worked up. If she wanted to be freed then all she would have to do is ask Dakota and she'll free her. If she didn't trust Dakota, she wouldn't be here.
"You walked into the bar as if you didn't miss me, but look," Dakota ran a finger down Y/n's body, and all the way to her puffy slit, "you're so fucking wet for me."
All Y/n could do was whimper. It was absolutely true and Dakota knew it the second she laid eyes on her tonight. There is no use denying it, especially when she restrained to Dakota's bed.
"I'm going to get this pretty pussy ready for my cock, don't you worry."
Y/n groaned, wiggling her hips in anticipation. She could feel herself becoming impossibly wetter. Dakota's tongue hadn't even tasted her yet and she still felt overwhelmed. Maybe it was Dakota closing in on her, and her warm breath tickling her skin; either way, Y/n was dying for more.
"Spread your legs."
Y/n instantly obeyed, but her legs were already pried apart and she couldn't move them further apart. Dakota laughed at her, making it clear that she was taunting her.
"Dumb baby," she patted Y/n's head, "you'll get use to be held down."
Y/n's skin looked so smooth and soft, perfect to bruise. Dakota always wished she got a chance to mark up her skin with a paddle or riding crop. She never did because Y/n didn't seem too fond of those devices, but it was a win to have Y/n restrained against her bed: wet, dripping, and desperate.
"Want me to touch you?"
"Please?"
"Oh c'mon, you can beg better than that. I've heard you beg for a higher grade better than that."
Y/n shook her head from side to side for some reason. It wasn't often that Dakota made her beg, but when she did it was highly embarrassing.
"Please just touch me! I'm so wet," Y/n's hips jutted into the air as high as they could go. Her whole body was wiggling and buzzing with anticipation.
"Where? Where do you want me to touch you?" With the same finger, Dakota circled one of Y/n's nipples until it got harder, "want me to touch you here?" Y/n moaned, feeling Dakota's skin against her sensitive bud. It was satisfying to be touched but just not enough to get off. Dakota teased her other nipple until it was just as hard.
"Has anyone touched you since the last time?" Y/n shook her head no in response. "Good."
Dakota walked to the edge of the bed and looked at just how wet Y/n is for her. It only took light teasing to make her wetter. She ran her finger along the hood of her clit. "I know you want more little baby, but you wait for me when I'm ready to make you feel good." Every time Y/n groaned, Dakota felt more full inside. It was so fun to poke at her and make her feel on edge. She'd bring Y/n to the edge until she undid the seams of pleasure and let her fall.
She pressed a finger into Y/n's sopping hole. Y/n groaned and shifted against the bed. Having a lack of freedom to stretch and have her body show the full extent of her pleasure was mentally tough for her. Dakota fingered her slowly, her single digit reaching as far inside of her as it could. She curled it inside of her, hitting her sweet spot.
"That feel good?"
"Yea," Y/n whined and nodded her head. She felt helpless. She was so needy that even one finger made her feel this good. Y/n tried to move her hips to fuck Dakota's finger, but it was a bit futile.
"Be patient. Unless you want me to edge you and then leave you here alone."
"No! Please don't! I'll be a good girl," Y/n begged. Dakota knew that Y/n was going to be a good girl, she always was, but she loved to hear the declaration every single time.
Her pussy looked so delicious under the dim lights of the sunset. Dakota fucked her pussy faster, but she couldn't help herself from getting on her knees and placing herself between those legs. She buried her tongue between Y/n's folds, her tongue bumping against her own finger. Y/n was so frustrated that she couldn't run her fingers through Dakota's hair and tug at it. All she could do was buck her hips and cry out into the open air. Dakota slurping on her pussy always made her feel bashful, but she had no way to hide her face. She dared to look down and Dakota was looking up at her. Y/n closed her eyes again and let the pleasure over take her.
"I'm gonna cum!"
She should've known that Dakota wasn't going to let her cum so soon. Her declaration made Dakota pull her mouth away and her finger out of her cunt. Y/n groaned in frustration, but there is nothing she could do.
"I didn't say you could cum."
Dakota stepped away from her bed, looking down at Y/n and seeing the state she was in. She loved that she was able to do this to her. Now all she wanted to do was fuck her to tears. She left Y/n alone to go grab her strap-on. It's been a while since she's used it, Y/n being the last person she used it on. Y/n hadn't gotten any since their last time and neither has Dakota. She was sexually frustrated and needed to take it out on her poor Y/n.
"This is what you came here for, huh? My big cock filling you up?"
This isn't the first time she used it on Y/n, but her bottom lip still trembled with some fear. She had forgotten how the stretch was going to feel. She held her breath as Dakota leaned over her and for the first time in a long time, kissed her lips.
She aimed the head at her slit and she swiftly pushed in. Y/n grunted when the entire length invaded her. She desperately wanted to wrap her around her body, run her fingernails down Dakota's back but she couldn't, it was torturous.
"Such a good girl. You're still a little cock whore for me."
Dakota started pumping into her with no hesitance. Every thrust made Y/n gasp and whimper in excitement. Her cunt was incredibly wet, making it easy for her to take the thick cock. She kept her eyes closed as she endured the onslaught of Dakota and the cock she wielded.
"So fucking pretty taking my dick. You love it don't you?"
"Yes! Keep fucking me! Please don't stop...please, please, please," her begging made Dakota pump into her faster. She held onto Y/n's waist for more leverage.
"I'm gonna make you cum baby. You've been such a good girl for me, you always are."
The moment of vulnerability was not lost upon Y/n. She wouldn't address it afterwards, but she was going to store that memory in her brain forever. But for now, she was lost in the hypnotic sound of her cunt squelching around Dakota's cock.
Dakota bent her head down and took one of Y/n's nipples in her mouth. She sucked on her bud and flicked her tongue over it, making Y/n whimper even louder. Dakota popped it out of her mouth to kiss between the valley of Y/n's breast. It made her feel feverish inside, eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head.
"I'm gonna cum," she whispered.
Dakota watched her face intently as she continued to fill her up. Y/n's face always gave away when she was cumming. A loud cry pierced the air as she spasmed around the cock still pumping inside of her. Dakota peppered her skin with light kisses as she fucked her through her high.
Y/n's body felt like jello. The restraints kept her in place, but she felt her back sink into the bed.
She kept her eyes closed so she didn't see Dakota get up and take the restraints off of her wrist and ankles. Y/n was used to being in that position that she still had the phantom feeling of being restrained.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to," Dakota's voice broke her out of her daze. With the state she was in, Y/n didn't not want to move at all.
"Can I stay?"
Dakota nodded her head, a small smile on her face. She'd take the couch for the night and let Y/n have her bed. She hates that she has to teach an early morning Friday class, or else she'd make breakfast before Y/n has to go to her class. She hoped that her and Y/n would be able to talk tomorrow though. Clearly they had a lot to address, the main topic being that neither of them could stay away from each other. Dakota would be more than happy to continue where they left off, but that was all up to Y/n. But that fact that she was just a few feet away, sleeping in her bed, left her with a good feeling.
Hi I’m just wondering when you mean requests are closed do you also mean on Patreon too because I can’t seem find the request box on there if that’s true totally fine with that
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Pairing: Megan Skiendiel/Reader
Summary: Every year Reader's family goes on a joint family vacation, and this year is highliy anticipated thanks to the exclusive ski resort her brother-in-law booked for her family. She doesn't make much of the trip until she learns a family from the distant past will be joining them this year. Once considered family friends, but her parents have no idea their daughter Megan use to bully Reader. The two have to share a room, Reader dealing with awkward encounters and moments of weakness. wc: 7k
Content: 3rd POV. Enemies to lovers, mentions of childhood bullying, kind of bitchy!Megan & kind of shy!reader, teasing, kissing, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (Megan receiving). (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
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Y/n wakes up tangled, both in her bed sheets and with Megan's limbs. Everything about last night comes rushing back to her despite the minor headache she's earned from the drinks she had. She remembers being at the bar alone and how that woman Nicole tried to come onto her until Megan swooped in and saved her. She remembers her kissing Megan and how it didn't just stop there. The act of last night flashes in her head, how desperate she was to get off at Megan's instruction.
"Good morning," Megan says sweetly as if the two have some relationship beyond being frenemies. After last night, Y/n isn't sure how to define them or even act around Megan, but she surely doesn't seem to give it a second thought. "If we're not in the lobby in the next hour I think your mother is going to have a third key made and drag us out of here."
They got ready in complete silence. It was the first time in Y/n's life that Megan has been so quiet. There wasn't much to say although Y/n's mind is itching to try to figure out what the hell that was last night. It's like something came over her and she couldn't control herself. Kissing Megan was one thing, but then to become so obedient and grind against her thigh like a horny freak who can't control themself is another. It was unlike her and she needed to understand the reason why. But, the trip activities didn't allow for her to slow down.
Skiing was the entire basis of this trip and what had Y/n's mother so excited. No one in their family had done it before but her brother-in-law's family talk as if they’re really good at it. It caused her overzealous mother to skip the bunny slope and go for something more advanced, and of course her father followed suit.
"You do this before?" Megan asks, helmet in hand. It's the first time she's talked to her since they left the hotel this morning.
"No. You?"
"A few times in college. I had a stupidly rich friend whose parents invited me a few times to a resort like this. Rich people love skiing and snowboarding for some reason," Megan went on her normal tangent as if everything was just fine and normal. She notices how Y/n looks at the ground instead of her. Last night flashes in her head, but she doesn't want to make Y/n uncomfortable and bring it up first. "I can stick to the beginners slope with you though. It's always better for your first time to be with someone experienced."
Maybe it was her dirty mind or her conscience, but everything Megan says leads Y/n back to last night and all the questions she has about Megan. Was this her first time seducing someone she had been rude to in the past? Is she always so dominant, or has someone brought her to her knees like she did to Y/n last night. A million and one questions that feel too inappropriate to just ask outright.
Despite her slight hesitation, Y/n agrees to let Megan accompany her. There's no way she's going to third wheel with her sister and Dean, and she wouldn't want to run the risk of run into Nicole again where she could actually fuck up. That's Megan's purpose of being here anyway, to keep Y/n company while two families of varying class status try to blend into one. Megan's family is just there as a cushion.
"I'll show you the ropes."
Megan is oddly professional and neutral as she teaches and shows Y/n the basics of skiing. It's like Y/n is dealing with a completely different person, a stranger even.
She has no second thoughts about touching Y/n to help her form and showing her correct posture. Even the cold air around her can't help Y/n cool down when she feels Megan's touch through the thick layers of clothing and ski gear. Did she feel the tension too, or is all of this just in Y/n's head?
The only break she gets from thinking about where she and Megan stand now is when it's her turn to go down the bunny slope. She holds her breath right as she begins to move, but remembers the lesson Megan gave her. Just a few seconds after she begins to move, Megan appears beside her, giving Y/n an odd sense of comfort. This slope is by no means difficult or challenging, but Y/n feels so uncoordinated in her gear. It's either from her beginner status or because Megan is right there.
After a few more laps on the slope, Y/n finds herself back at the top and completely exhausted while everyone else seem to be the fucking energizer bunny. Even her father, a man notorious for not really enjoying sports, seemed to be having the time of his life. It was like being the only kid at an amusement park that gets motion sickness from roller coasters. She wants to enjoy herself and take advantage of the kindness of her privileged in-law's, but Y/n just can't bring herself to act like she's alright. She's never been good at hiding her true feelings when they were bubbling so close to the surface.
"You alright?" Megan approaches her in slight concern. This entire time she had been by Y/n's side, and that somehow ended up making things worse.
"Y-Yes. I'm just gonna head back."
Y/n is walking away before she can even get the last syllable out. She doesn't mean to be so rude, but clearly it doesn't phase Megan who is hot on her trail.
"Wait up!"
It doesn't matter how fast she walks, she can't out pace Megan, just like her brain can't stop thinking about the night before. Yet when she makes it to the lift, she's able to hop onto her own before Megan can join her. The high altitudes don't help her inability to catch her breath. She feels like a coward for dipping out like that, but she found herself suffocated by trying to act like everything is cool and normal.
She makes it back to the resort and heads right to the front desk. She did not have a plan, but one thing she was certain of was that she cannot stay in a room with Megan tonight.
"Hi I'm staying in room 215, but my card isn't work," Y/n waves the card to her room in the desk person's face, trying to laugh it off like it's nothing.
The woman behind the desk isn't reactive, just glares at her before turning her eyes back to the computer screen.
"Can I have the last name?"
"Oh, Y/l/n? It also might be in Rick's name? I'm here with my brother-in-law's family and they booked the rooms for us."
She couldn't care for the explanation even if she tried. She just stays quiet and grabs a new card to activate.
"Here you go," she says dryly, handing her the card.
Y/n is grateful that the lady didn't pry or notice any red flags. Yes, it's her parents room, but she could've been anyone trying to get into someone's hotel room.
Once inside she texted her mom.
'Hey mom, I'm crashing in your room tonight. Nothing happened between Megan and I. I just miss you :)'
It was a blatant lie, but the easiest. Y/n knows it would play into her mother's sensitives when she brings up how they all used to stay in one room when they were younger and how she misses that. Of course she didn't miss her father's snoring, but she could endure that more than facing Megan right now.
The rest of the day went by with Y/n holding herself up in her parent's hotel room. They were gone for hours and apparently did so many things to do that once they came back, her mother went on for almost an hour about the day's festivities.
"We really missed you today honey. I'm sure Megan was lonely since you are the only one close to her age here. Some of Dean's friends were talking to her, which isn't surprising since she's such a pretty girl, but I could tell she doesn't care for them. Are you sure everything is alright between you two?"
"Yeah mom, I just got tired. I think the altitude is messing with me a little bit and I just wanted to be around you guys."
"Oh sweetie!"
Y/n earns a big hug from her mother. She hadn't witnessed true suffocation today until now, but it beats whatever fucked up feelings she would have if she had gone back to her shared room with Megan.
She does nothing but stare at the ceiling until late at night. The moonlight pours into the room, casting stark shadows against the walls. Her father's snores fill her ears but it's not louder than the noise in her head.
Loser little sister.
Everything Megan had said to her last night echoes inside. She fears that Megan is right about her, seeing that she let her cowardice get the best of her. She couldn't even swallow a trip that is practically free. Y/n is not entirely new to hooking up with someone, but after doing it once she knew it wasn't for her. She can't separate her emotions from sex which is why she can't stand to be around Megan right now. She doesn't understand what last night was. It was hard to call it sex, and it certainly wasn't love-making. The only emotion present last night was pure lust. She was humping her leg like a dog in heat. Y/n didn't think she had it in her to degrade herself like that. She could turn down a sexual advance in exchange for a better job, but she folded so quickly for Megan when there was no real incentive. She had the upper hand in kissing her first but then she quickly threw it away and right back into Megan's grasp. That was not only the dynamic she's always had with Megan, but a theme that has followed her into adulthood. It's why this situation throws her for such a fucking loop. She feels like she doesn't really know who she is or what she wants.
Her thoughts only quiet down until her body and mind cannot stand to be awake any longer. She only did a few laps on the bunny slope today, but it really took a lot out of her physically. She already feels sore and probably wouldn't have joined everyone else for the rest of today's activities. It's just that the added stress from her weird situation made things even worse.
-
Y/n sheepishly slinks out of her parent's room and down to the lobby. She's still wearing the clothes that were underneath her gear yesterday and her stomach growls ferociously. She opted to skip dinner last night, not even grabbing a quick bite from the little to-go area. It was early enough that she felt more confident that she wouldn't run into anyone as she dined in the breakfast area.
"Hey, Y/n!"
For a split second she tenses up, until her sister's voice registers in her brain. She joins her at the table where she sits alone.
"Are you here with mom and dad?"
"No, they're still sleeping. Probably will be until noon if we're being honest."
"Where were you yesterday? You just disappeared while we were skiing."
"Oh, I just got tired. The attitude got to me, and plus you know I inherited dad's lack of athleticism."
"Yeah, the first time can be pretty brutal. I did catch up with your friend Megan though. One of Dean's friends likes her."
"Figures."
Y/n rolls her eyes at the mention of her brother-in-law's weird friends. Everyone seems to be pushing for this to work out when Y/n is the only one who knows about their private moment just minutes before she got Y/n away from Nicole. Y/n sister laughs and playfully shoves her shoulder.
"Oh, don't be jealous! I'm sure one of them might like you too, but you've actually got to talk to them!"
It's funny how Y/n's sister completely misreads the situation, something she often does. She knows that most people consider her 'too ditzy' for Dean, but he does love her so no one questions them.
"If you think I want some fuck who's over thirty and can only bag young twenty-something girls because no respecting woman his age wants him, then you truly don't know me."
"Well it doesn't have to be the guy you want, but maybe the attention? I know you and Megan have never been that close before, so it's probably awkward. But you two are such different people that it makes you see the traits you don't have yourself. You know what I mean? Like when I hang out with Dean's work friends, I'm so different from all of their wives that I constantly compare myself to them! I know I don't have a higher degree or speak multiple languages, but at least my husband doesn't cheat on me like their husbands do!"
Y/n squints her eyes at her sister; another person she knows who is prone to going on a tangent. She doesn't know exactly what she's getting at since the story, like always, circled back to her own life, but she doesn't like the insinuation that she's jealous of Megan. If only she knew the true dynamic at play.
"Since when are you Mrs. Let-Me-Psychoanalyze-People?"
"I don't know. It's just that this is the first time our families have really been together for an extended period of time and I get to see all the dynamics at play. I feel like I'm in the White Lotus or something!"
"Well, it's not that entertaining."
She shifts awkwardly in her seat, eyes scanning the room to make sure she doesn't spot anyone familiar. Her sister pays her no mind, instead going on about everything they did yesterday while she sulked in her parent's hotel room.
"Are you joining us today for shopping, or do you plan on going MIA again?"
Y/n could do it once, but she knows she can't do it twice. Despite being an adult, she doesn't want to get an earful of her mother calling her ungrateful like she's a child again. She figures she'll be able to put some healthy distance between her and Megan today if she just sticks by her sister.
"Sure. Where are we going?"
It comes as no surprise that they end up at high-end stores. Her mother would never plan a trip that doesn't include a day of spending money. Everyone seems more enthused about opening their wallets than doing another day of skiing. Still in her clothes from the day before, Y/n was able to keep herself far enough away from Megan that nothing appeared to be wrong. Only her and Megan know that she is avoiding her like the plague. She can feel those brown eyes staring into the back of her head. She finds herself waiting for Megan to approach her or at least say hi to her, but it never comes.
The constant anticipation is making her anxious. Y/n knows Megan to an extent, and she knows that she's just not the type to sit back and be quiet if someone is blatantly ignoring her. She has a million questions about why Y/n freaked out so much yesterday. The clear reason is what they had done the night before, but Megan just didn't see it as a big deal. They were both tipsy and just horny. People get off without feeling all the time.
"Honey, are you sure you want to come with us old ladies?" Your mother jokes when she notices how much you're hovering around her. "You can go with your sister and Megan."
It's almost embarrassing to be called out by her mother like this, but Y/n just smiles and insists on staying with them and as far away from Megan as she can.
This charade she puts up begins to get on Megan's nerves. She finds it childish that Y/n can't even stand to be around her that she resorts to following the mothers around in some tacky department store. Her annoyance only gets stronger as the day progresses into night. Y/n sits far away from her at dinner and doesn’t even look in her direction. Megan can’t deny that she’s slightly hurt. She can’t say that she has a crush on Y/n or anything like that, but a hook-up doing everything to avoid her is new. She’s used to someone chasing after her and wanting to talk to her even more after a night together. Hell, even this Mike guy is more keen on talking to her and she hadn’t even done anything with him.
The sense of rejection stings, and in the face of it, Megan acts.
“I think I’m gonna go to the spa tonight. I could use a massage,” she says it loud enough for Y/n to hear. If it sounds like she'll be out of the room for a while, then that gives Y/n an in to sneak in. Megan is certain that her plan will work.
It wasn't fun having to wander around the resort just to kill time in hopes of catching Y/n in their room. She laughs at the ridiculousness of it all, but Megan will do whatever she needs to confront Y/n because she's not one to take being ignored lightly. After nearly two hours of just fucking around she decides she'll try their room. She imploys the skill of moving in silence that she's learned from her years of sneaking back into the house, or trying not to wake up her college roommate after a wild night of partying.
The sound of the shower lets her know her plan had worked. Y/n is in the room and can't avoid her now.
Megan didn't think twice about stripping herself of the layers of clothes. The wall that once kept her and Y/n separated is completely gone in her eyes. A person doesn't just cum on another and the two don't have some sort of bond after it. Her way of thinking could be seen as cocky, or bold depending on who you are.
Y/n doesn't hear the slight creak of the door opening. The shampoo sliding down her forehead and way too close to her eyes make it harder to make out the approaching silhouette of the last person she wants to see. It's not until she hears the glassdoor sliding open that her heart nearly comes to a stop. She lets out a sharp gasp and whips around to see Megan stepping into the shower beside her.
"Make some room," she has the audacity to say.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
"This is the only way I can talk to you!" Megan notices how Y/n tries to cover her body, causing her to roll her eyes "You don't need to cover yourself. It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"M-Megan-"
"Don't say my name like that. I want you to explain why you're avoiding me like I have something contagious. What did I do to you?"
Y/n can't believe it has come to this. She didn't think Megan would be so bothered by her, but clearly she's bothered enough to show up in the shower naked with her. Y/n tries to keep her eyes north of Megan's chest. She was the one exposed the other night so this is her first time seeing naked like this, yet she's the one who feels the most vulnerable. She did not expect to be questioned for her actions so she's speechless, which Megan doesn't like at all.
"Is silence really a nice way to treat someone who made you cum?"
"Don't talk like that!"
"Why not? We're adults, not fucking teenagers. I'm so tired of you acting like you can't handle things! We hooked up and now you're acting like a scared cat. I'm not scared, Y/n, I'm not going to bite you!" Megan pauses for a little after seeing the look on Y/n's face.
She claims she's not scared, but now that she vented a little, she does think it's a little insane how she didn't think twice about doing this instead of waiting for her to get out of the shower. But would her point be as effective if she didn't? It's not to make Y/n nervous, but to show her she can't avoid everything in life.
"I kind of thought we'd be closer, but I kind of feel like a freak with you being silent with me," she admits, her tone now passive.
What Megan fails to see is how something like this can be so complicated for Y/n. Yes, she enjoyed the other night, more so than she'd like to admit, but that doesn't change their relationship in an instant. A part of her still doesn't trust Megan or likes the way she always talks to her with a teasing tone. It's like she's talking down on her which Y/n already receives too much of in her real life. She won't willingly choose to be close to someone who does the same to her. You can't pick your family, and it's not easy to just change jobs because the office culture is toxic, but Y/n has full control of who she lets in as a friend. She's not actually sure what label she would even give Megan at this point, but her guard is up for a reason.
"This isn't easy for me..."
"I'm not asking for things to be easy. I'm just saying that you don't have to keep avoiding me. We only have a few days left of this trip. I promise you can go back to acting like I don't exist once it's over, but for now just act like I actually exist."
It had only crossed Y/n's mind once that maybe Megan would feel shitty because of her. Things have never been that way, yet here Megan is now, seemingly baring herself for Y/n's sake. She can tell that her words are sincere because Megan always hated to be left out; it had even been the source of some teasing when they were younger. The part of Y/n that feels bad grows larger than the one that wants to preserve itself. She can feel a certain weakness creeping up inside of her, the very weakness she felt when she placed her cunt against Megan's thigh.
"C'mon Y/n, say something! I don't think you should let your emotional hang-ups get in the way of you having fun..." Megan steps closer, way too close. Y/n can feel the warmth of her presence as their wet skin nearly touched. She leans into whisper, "everyone here is having fun besides you. It doesn't have to be that way. We can keep having fun."
She's a pro at this, Y/n swears of it, because all it takes is for Megan to touch her arm and the two are kissing. Their bodies fully press together, the soap on Y/n's body rubbing off on Megan and leaving a trail of soapy bubbles. Feeling the softness of her breast along with hard nipples against her own breasts is otherworldly. Sometimes just the feeling of each other's body was all Y/n needed to get off, but it's an added bonus that Megan is so persistent and very handsy.
Megan had missed the way Y/n kissed her. How her lips are soft yet always determined. Something about it makes her want to be soft, gentle, especially knowing how fragile this connection is. This is somewhere between a hook-up and lovers touching each other for the first time. Megan has to slow her mind down, not to put too much thought in the interaction knowing that'll scare Y/n away. But she can't help the way her heart skips a beat as their lips move faster, harder against one another.
Soft moans vibrating each other's mouth and hands roaming their bodies. This is all Y/n needs if she's being honest, but of course it's always nice to feel direct pleasure. Megan's hand slips between her wet thighs and her fingers find her pussy. Y/n pulls away, breaking the kiss to let out a languid moan. Frankly, this is exactly what she needed. She had pushed away the sexual thoughts about Megan last night, but she was going to reach a boiling point if she had continued to do so. She's not above masturbating to the thought of Megan playing with her tits, but she's grateful that she gets to feel it in real time.
"Fuck, I love how hard your nipples get even when I barely touch them," Megan sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. She looks at Y/n like she's prey ready to be devoured. "If we weren't under water, I bet you'd still be wet for me."
Y/n looks away before leaning forward. Her forehead rests against Megan's shoulder as the fingers pressed against her clit move a little faster. The pressure is enough to make her legs start to tremble. With how slippery the floor is, she hopes she can stay up, but knows how her body reacts to Megan's touch.
"She fucking missed me," Megan teases. "I didn't even have to touch her last night for her to weep for me like this. I wonder what it'd be like to be inside of you..." She punctuates the last of her words with a finger pushing past Y/n's folds and into her pussy. A soaking wet mess, and it's certainly not because of the shower.
The warmth and slippery wetness she feels has Megan moaning too. She presses her own thighs together for some tension relief, but she's much more concerned with Y/n than anything else. Each moan that comes out of her mouth is louder than the next. Eventually she's drowning out the sound of the water beating against the ground. It's egging Megan on, who ends up slipping in another finger into Y/n's pussy. Her walls wrap so sweetly around her fingers, sucking her in for more pleasure which she is more than happy to give. She curls her fingers in search of that sweet spot that'd drive Y/n crazy. Everyone has it, she just has to find it, and quickly she does.
"Fuck Megan! Fuck...."
All of her shame has completely gone out the window. Y/n is so stupid for even thinking she could deprive herself of something like this. Had she gone the rest of the trip without letting Megan touch her again she would have come to regret it. It's been a long time since she's been touched and the building tension between the two and her own frustrations made the pleasure feel ten times better. Her hips move in tandem with Megan's thrust, trying to get them even deeper inside of her. She's almost surprised that Megan isn't teasing her for humping her hand like a dog in heat, but the look on Megan's face is one Y/n has never seen before. Her pupils are blown wide from lust, and her mouth sits slightly open.
“I-I’m gonna…Megan I’m gonna…”
It’s a miracle her words don’t sound like incoherent babble especially as Megan’s fingers press into the soft, spongy spot inside of her. She’s holding onto her in such a pathetic way so she doesn’t collapse.
The tightness and wetness of Y/n's cunt makes Megan shiver. It might be the weakest she has felt in her presence, yet she does nothing to hide it. The moment Y/n looks up at her it feels as if the thicker barrier between them has completely shattered. What remains is a bunch of questions that Megan isn't going to bother to answer. Their vacation is over in a few days, and all she cares about is making the most of the time.
-
"Well you two seem awfully close now. What happened? Bonding over boys or something?"
"Shut up," Y/n rebuttals. She has to look away to avoid eye contact with her sister. A knowing smile spread on Megan's lips. Boys are the last thing the two are concerned with.
"What? I was hoping Megan's charm would rub off on you and you'd hit it off with one of Dean's friends. We still have two days left of the trip, you know..."
The relationship between the two wasn't a complete 180, but definitely a notable change that Y/n's sister had noticed. Her mother seemed to have noticed it too, but didn't feel the need to comment on it in fear it would change. All she had wanted was for everyone to get along so she wouldn't have to find another family to vacation with during the holidays. Her incessant need to make everything a group trip is fruitful for Y/n for the first time in her life.
After the shower incident, the two slept in separate beds, unlike their first night together. The separation didn't mean anything because they were chatting all morning and a little closer than normal. Megan found no shame in undressing herself in front of Y/n. While she was a little more comfortable too, Y/n wouldn't allow her eyes to linger too long knowing what affect Megan has on her.
"I'm just teasing you," her sister chuckles, her eyes moving to Megan who gives her a tight smile.
She had always used Y/n's sister as a point of comparison, but she'd be a liar if she didn't admit to finding Y/n way more tolerable to be around. She walks away when she spots her husband, but some of the tension is still there. Megan doesn't have any sisters so she can't understand the dynamic directly, but she knows how it can be. She can feel Y/n's annoyance lingering around her all day even as they do various bullshit that their schedule is filled with. Megan doesn't say a word about it; not until the two are alone again.
"I always thought you were the prettier sister. Your sister just has a way with talking to boys."
It was a funny thing to say to someone while one has their fingers inside of the person, but Megan just didn't care. She giggles when Y/n turns her head away from her. Is it her touch or the words? It doesn't matter to Megan, she just loves seeing Y/n growing flustered.
"Thanks I guess."
She notices how Y/n's grimaces despite her fingers hitting the spot that drives her wild.
"What?"
"You're just shit at giving compliments, but I guess it's what makes you you."
The silence between them lingers, the only sound filling the room is the squelching of Y/n's pussy and her soft moans. Megan knows it feels good, but she has an unreadable look on her face, one that makes Megan think she's not doing good enough. She attempts to close the gap by pumping her fingers faster only to be stopped by Y/n's hand.
"Can I go down on you instead?"
Megan finds it shocking that not only did Y/n outright ask, but that she wants to do something like that. Their sexual history with others hadn't been explored, but Megan blindly assumed that Y/n just didn't have much experience, which didn't matter to her either way.
"Sure...fuck it! I'll never say no to that." Megan flops onto her back, Y/n instantly moving down between her legs. "Fuck you look so hot down there."
Y/n felt like so much attention was on her that Megan was kind of left in the dark. It's only kind to return the favor instead of being selfish. Megan's arousal clings to her inner thigh where Y/n presses a hot kiss. It makes her shiver, her legs opening wider in anticipation. She's never been so turned on in her life and it shows in how her fingers move in Y/n's hair.
"D-Don't tease me," she begs, her voice wavering on each syllable.
It's not Y/n's turn to feel in control. She can't help but smirk as she lingers in between Megan's legs, not giving her pussy any attention. The whine that comes from her mouth is high-pitched and needy. Y/n's mouth is everywhere but her cunt. She gives a light suck to the apex of her thighs, so close to her pussy but just not enough.
"Y/n...please..."
Hearing her beg like that is so intoxicating to Y/n she thinks she might be drunk. The smell of her cunt is so enticing that Y/n can't resist her any longer. Her mouth attaches to Megan's clit and the first string of curses falls from her mouth.
"Fuck Y/n...just like that!"
Her fingers thread Y/n’s hair, holding her head to her pussy to keep her in place. Every single nibble and suck to her clit creates a wave that’s intenser than the last. She’s not going to last at all and instead of trying to hide it, Megan completely embraces it.
She grinds her cunt against Y/n’s face until her sensitive flesh is completely captured in her mouth. Her tongue runs against her sticky folds until it’s poking through and trying to tease her opening. Y/n feel her muscles tighten with each teasing poke of her tongue. The grip on her head gets tighter and she can feel Megan’s clit pulsing against her tongue.
“Fuuuuuuck! I’m gonna cum!”
Her whine of pleasure is long and drawn out. It’s much to Y/n’s ears; the sweet sound of Megan’s moans mixing with the lewd sounds Y/n’s mouth makes against her cunt. Her movements become sloppy as Megan’s taste begins to flow and spread in her mouth. She drinks her up as if she’s dying of thirst. It’s her second time in life ever going down on someone, but this experience won’t be topped.
Panting, sweaty, and full of delight. It’s the first time on this trip Y/n has truly felt happy and it’s because she’s between Megan’s thighs. The cum on her lips makes her face glisten in the dim light, a sight Megan doesn’t think she’ll be able to erase from her head. She smiles coyly before squeezing Y/n’s head between her thighs, making Y/n join in on her laughs. There is a lightness to the both of them, one that they’ve never felt around each other before.
“You think I’ll be invited back for next year’s trip?”
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Megan Skiendiel/Reader
Summary: Every year Reader's family goes on a joint family vacation, and this year is highliy anticipated thanks to the exclusive ski resort her brother-in-law booked for her family. She doesn't make much of the trip until she learns a family from the distant past will be joining them this year. Once considered family friends, but her parents have no idea their daughter Megan use to bully Reader. The two have to share a room, Reader dealing with awkward encounters and moments of weakness. wc: 7k
Content: 3rd POV. Enemies to lovers, mentions of childhood bullying, kind of bitchy!Megan & kind of shy!reader, teasing, brief unwanted sexual advance (not with reader and Megan), kissing, Megan has some dominant tendencies, thigh riding. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: I released this in March on patreon but I think this is a great little story to share with you all hehe enjoy
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Another year, another family winter vacation circled on the calendar.
It’s not that Y/n doesn't want to be around her family, but she was growing tired of the big gatherings and having to pretend she cared about catching up with distant family friends. When she was younger, the McClair’s always joined their family for any winter vacations. Then after her mother had a falling out with Sidney McClair, there was a new family to go on vacation with. Y/n watched her family adopt a new “family friend” every two or three years. She’d develop friendships with some of the kids her age only for that to come to a crushing end due to some petty adult drama.
This time she's in the dark about who will join them this year.
“Aspen is so beautiful, Y/n. You’re going to love it!”
Her mother has fawned over this trip for months. She hit the jackpot when her daughter, Y/n’s older sister, married some old money brat she met in college. He's so generous to book and cover their stay at a ‘very exclusive’ ski resort. Y/n had looked it up herself and her eyes nearly fell out of her head seeing the price attached to this place. Hosting two families for a week nearly costs what most people make in a year. The photos of attractive vacationers and expensive rooms showed why it has such a high price tag. Y/n can’t help but feel like her family will stick out like a sore thumb. Her parents did well, but it pales in comparison to the wealth her brother-in-law comes from. Her mother is running up credit cards to buy luxurious ski wear and gear that she doesn’t even know how to use.
Y/n observes as her mother and sister trade phones to show each other outfits they have planned for casual outings and more fancier ones. It was all they could talk about; what they would be seen in.
While she found them to be a bit dramatic, she can't deny that she's excited for this trip. The perks of having a rich brother-in-law were not lost on her as Dean was the one who helped her land an internship in her last year of college. She just never thought he'd be willing to foot the bill for a vacation for two families that technically aren't his own.
“Ooh I’m so excited for this trip! I always told your father I wanted to go to a ski resort, but I was always told it was out of our budget!"
"I told Dean that and he decided to do something about it! He loves you and dad so much he didn't even hesitate to cover the entire thing."
“That man spoils you! I was telling Beth--”
Y/n's ears perk up at the name. Not an uncommon name, but she felt like she needed to hear that again. There is only one person she knows with that name, and it sounds like she knows who the mystery family is joining the family vacation this year.
"Hold on," Y/n interjects. The conversation had not been for until this very moment. "Are you talking about Megan's mom?"
"Yes! They're coming with us. I thought I told you?"
Maybe her mom had mentioned it and she just wasn't paying attention, but that's not something Y/n would gloss over.
Y/n and Megan have known each other for almost two decades, but she wouldn't consider them friends. In fact -- the opposite.
'Bullying' is such a heavy term to throw around, but Y/n isn't sure how else to describe what Megan liked to do to her. Crowding around with friends to make fun of someone's binder or point out how their friendless in a mocking way is the definition of bullying. Megan was so young, but skilled at picking up on someone's insecurities. She knew every small way to pick at someone without painting herself as a bully to the teachers. Things didn't get better until Megan's parents sent her to private school and that was the last time Y/n shared a classroom with her. They've encountered each other over the years, but they haven't interacted enough for Y/n to determine if she's still that mean girl. She guesses that's why she doesn't hold the biggest grudge against Megan, but everything still lingers in the back of her mind and she doesn't trust her one bit.
"I thought the Smith family was coming?"
"Judy's getting her appendix removed and can't come. Besides, they're no fun! They always want to be back at the hotel by 11. Yawn!"
If there was one thing Y/n's mother didn't like it was people who didn't know how to have a good time. The Smiths were bores, but Y/n would prefer that over having to see Megan. The last time she saw her was when she was forced to go to her high school graduation party. That was about six years ago and she hasn't seen her since.
"Are you and Megan friends?" Her sister starts. "Doesn't she follow you on instagram?"
"I'd hardly call and instagram follow a statement of friendship. I haven't seen or talked to her in years."
"Well you better start talking to her or something because you two are going to share a room."
-
The lobby is filled with women's high-end clothes, their daughters with slicked back buns, and husbands swiping their credit cards. Y/n feels so out of place, but her mother and sister can't say the same. They feel right at home despite not really 'looking' the part. All that time being a rich man's wife and her sister still had a certain tackiness to her that could never be erased.
Y/n thought they would be traveling with Megan's family, but she was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she learned that they would be taking their own flight (apparently her brother-in-law was only kind enough to pay for 5 plane tickets, but not more). She was able to take a longer time in between learning Megan is joining them and actually seeing her. She has imagined and rehearsed for many different scenarios, all of them still involving Megan being rude to her. But Y/n knew she had to consider Megan not being the girl she was when she was younger and actually growing up. She did invite Y/n to her graduation party and followed her first on instagram, so the possibility of her no longer being some bitchy kid is high. It's not ideal that they have to share a room for a week, but Y/n has dealt with shittier roommates in college.
"There you are!"
Her mother's shrill voice fills the lobby, turning heads, as she opens her arm to greet the family they'll be vacationing with for five days. Y/n's eyes instantly fall onto Megan who is looking right at her. The awkward eye contact makes her cower, feeling like a kid again. Why does she let this girl draw this kind of reaction out of her? She could practically consider Megan a stranger since they haven't spoken in years. Yet goosebumps litter her skin and she stares at the floor.
"Y/n! How are you? Oh, sweetie, it's been so long!"
Megan's mother pulls her into a crushing hug. It's the last thing she's expecting but she knows to play nice. She hugs the woman back until she finally lets go.
"How is everything?! Did you graduate already?"
Her mother answers for her.
"She did! She works at a consulting firm now. Dean got her the job. I can't wait for you to meet him!"
Y/n's mother has a habit of making her feel like a kid again which is the last thing she needs in the presence of Megan. She does everything to not let her eyes gravitate to Megan. She looks so different now. Y/n doesn't keep up much with her online, but even now she looks like she's stepped out of instagram, looking put together while Y/n is still in her airplane rags. She looks at her and sees someone who is the antithesis of herself.
"You remember Megan, right? You two were at Witmore together for a while, but I know that was so long ago."
"I do," she answers reluctantly, but does her best to try to put on a smile and act like she's happy to see this girl.
Megan gives her a smile that Y/n finds all too familiar; the exact same one she's given to teachers when trying to get out of trouble. So much innocence in that smile, but a darker intent hides behind it. Y/n feels a trail of goosebumps form on her arms. No way does Megan still give her reaction when she's a grown woman now. She immediately feels a sense of embarrassment from her reaction and turns away from the group. They don't seem to notice, or care, but Megan certainly does.
"Here's the room key," Y/n's mother hands her two cards, "you two get settled, we'll meet for dinner in a few hours. If you want, your sister can show you and Megan around or you can explore on your own, but be in the lobby by 8!"
On the plane ride here, Y/n had contemplated asking Dean if he'd let her get her own room; he got a job, a room on her own wouldn't be too much to ask for. However, Y/n decided against it so as to not cause any problems. It seems like Y/n's mom really wants this joint family trip to work out and she'd never be able to live it down if she were the one to ruin it. So she swallows her pride and acts like a big girl, heading up to the room she has to share with Megan. Her plan was just to keep her distance and keep the talk at the minimum. She didn't have much to say to Megan, and isn't even sure if they have a thing in common besides their families being friends.
"Slow down!" Megan has to be right behind her from how close her voice is. She catches up and appears right beside Y/n. "You always walked too fast. I see that hasn't changed."
The way she talks to her hasn't changed either. Megan never missed a chance to throw in a dig at Y/n and that still hasn't changed.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. Just be normal, okay?"
They arrive at their door. Room 323, one floor above their parents, but two below the room her sister and Dean are staying in. Megan grabs the second key out of Y/n's hand before she can even try to get into the room. She was still bossy after having all that time to grow out of it.
"I hope you didn't want the bed next to the window, because I want it."
Megan parks her suitcase in front of said bed and plops down on it before Y/n can even step further into the room. Whichever bed she had is no big deal to Y/n, but she's in disbelief that Megan feels so comfortable reverting back to the mean girl persona with her. It leaves her speechless, obviously so because Megan notices it right away. She watches how Y/n just moves around slowly, silent as a mouse, and not reacting to a single thing. She can't help but pout like she's a child not being allowed to play with her favorite toy.
"C'mon, Y/n, don't be like that! Lighten up! We're in fucking Aspen for God's sake. And on your brother-in-law's dime. Don't you want to have some fun?"
Y/n isn't sure what Megan expects from her. Does she want her to act like they're friends or something? Or like Witmore never happened and they're just close family friends? She finds Megan's behavior to frankly be bizarre and she realizes that this is going to be a long week.
-
The time to meet for dinner had come quicker than expected. Instead of touring the resort like her mother suggested, Y/n had opted to stay in the room. Megan had gone with her sister and Dean, but Y/n knew she needed the time to herself. She watched how the fading sun painted the sky in vibrant colors until the moon began to rise over the mountains. It looked unreal, like something from a nature magazine, but it was the view she gets to see for an entire week. The time to herself was used to quiet her mind before tonight's dinner where she'd have to sit with Megan and their families and pretend like this doesn't bother her. She's never going to tell her mother what her relationship with Megan is really like, fearing that would begin the cycle of her mother phasing out one family group for another to be friends with. She's too old to be running to mommy and tattling, so the only way to deal with this is as little exposure to Megan as possible.
Megan came back to the room and once again began to talk to Y/n as if everything is just fine. She talks to her about any and everything that just so happens to pop up in her mind, not even caring that Y/n barely answers her. She even keeps yapping as she does her hair and make-up for tonight's dinner.
"If I had a rich brother-in-law, I'd probably find one of his rich friends to fuck. Like seriously Y/n, you're missing out on some desperate guys who come from serious cash."
The comment was random and crass, but it was Megan. She always talked with a bit of edge to her words; blunt being the simplest way to describe her.
"That sounds like hell. No amount of money is worth being with some asshole you don't like."
"What? Not your type? What is your type? I remember you having a fat crush on Michael J at Witmore. Or was it Michael O?"
She has a talent at making the conversations embarrassing for Y/n. Her heart beats a little faster and her patients get shorter talking to Megan, she never knows why she engages, but a part of her wants to prove she's not the scared, quiet girl at Witmore anymore.
"I was a kid. And my type is none of your business."
"We can't have a little girl talk? Dean mentioned some of his friends might be staying here, you never know, there could be someone here for you."
Y/n feels her skin growing hotter. She hadn't paid much attention to the way she's doing her own hair and make-up for tonight, but when she looks over at Megan who's bent over the bathroom counter and putting on eyeliner like a pro, she can't help but feel like she's not putting in so much effort into her look. All this talk about men and meeting someone makes her feel a little dizzy. She hears it enough from her mom and sister, Megan is that last person she wants to talk about this with. All of Y/n's close friends know, but no one in her immediate family knows. The talk about finding some guy through her sister's husband falls on deaf ears because she doesn't want 'some guy'...or any guy at all.
"You can have them," Y/n says quietly, confidence lacking in her voice as she speaks. "I don't want anything to do with them."
"Don't be like that. I'm sure they'll think you're pretty."
"It's not about what they want...it's about what I want."
For the first time since they've met in the lobby, Megan lets the silence fall over them. Y/n feels like she's finally gotten Megan to shut up and leave her alone. What she doesn't realize is how she's cracked open the can of worms for Megan. A girl who was always able to pick up on small insecurities can certainly read between the lines. Not to mention the intel she collected by lurking on your instagram just hours before boarding the plane to get her.
"Oh, Y/n I had no clue you like girls."
She completely stops in her tracks and turns around to face the bathroom where Megan is at. She sees how she stands there with her hip pressing against the sink, arms folded across her chest, and the smirk on her face. Y/n didn't need to utter a word for Megan to know that she had figured out what she was trying to say without saying it.
"Don't freak out, I'm not judging you. I'm into girls too. I even had a girlfriend my sophomore year of college before she decided to study abroad. I liked her a lot, but I don't do long distance."
Megan makes her admission nonchalantly. If it were anyone else, this would be a bonding moment for Y/n, but she can't help but even clamp up even more. She doesn't say a word for the rest of the time she's getting ready, but the dreadful feeling of having been 'found out' fills her.
The one thing Y/n knows how to do is save face and put on a good smile for her family's sake. The resort's restaurant is almost filled to capacity. Some are dressed more casually while others are dressed to the nines. She's sure plenty of business deals (both legal and not) have happened at these tables. She worried about her family sticking out like a sore thumb amongst her brother-in-law's rich family and the rich, desperate friends Megan had talked about earlier. Yet everyone found a way to be just as obnoxious as each other. They were like college freshmen, unable to control the amount of alcohol they consume and how it affects them. Her mother suggesting that her and Megan should go 'mingle' felt like she was trying to pawn them off or something. Y/n had only nodded her head so she could slip away to the bar and away from the table. If she had to answer how she got her job at the consulting firm when the six foot two answer was sitting one person away from her, she was going to explode. This was not her world just because her sister married into it, and for the sake of dragging the energy down and depriving her mother of rich woman cosplay, she just left the table.
She looks over her shoulder to make sure no one has an eye on her and it's a relief to see that they don't. Y/n's not that important, yet feels so exposed getting up and walking to the bar for some reason. The bartender immediately asks her if she wants anything when she sits down. After having a class of expensive wine that tasted like juice watered down, Y/n has a taste for something stronger. Instead of getting a glass of water like she should, she orders a Negroni. She's never had one or knows what it tastes like, but it was the first name she saw on the menu behind the bartender's head. A place like this doesn't serve the dirty concoctions that she consumed in college or like the drinks her peers at work hide in a water tumbler to make it through the day.
"You don't think you're too young to be drinking something like that?"
She remembers the voice from earlier, as someone from her table, but when Y/n turns to face the person she doesn't remember the name. The woman before her is one of Dean's mothers friend. Her name started with an N or something like that. They had sat at nearly opposite ends of the large dinner table; Y/n can't really be blamed for not remembering her name.
"Oh, um, I'm 24."
There was an awkward laugh that came out of her mouth that shocked Y/n herself. She's used to getting a bit of a shakedown from the older workers at work, but not in a setting like this. She's already a little nervous and on edge from her conversation in the hotel with Megan. She can't help but look over shoulder and scan the table. Every single person is engrossed in whatever conversation they have going on. Everyone except Megan who is looking past the guy trying to chat her up and is looking right at Y/n. Her words echo in Y/n's head. 'I didn't know you like girls.' It's nothing she hides or is ashamed of, but being clocked like that and now having some older woman sliding into the seat next to her has her feeling a little hot.
The woman leans in closer than Y/n feels is appropriate. She smiles and is polite, but doesn't say a word. Lucky for her the bartender arrives with her drink, and maybe it's because her anxiety is getting the best of her, she downs her drink before she could even taste it. But once the flavor splashes against her tongue and registers in her brain she coughs a little. She didn't know what to expect, but the bitterness nearly sobered her up.
"You can be legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean you're old enough to handle certain things. Some things take time and years to grow into. You have to develop a palette for things with an acquired taste."
She grabs the glass as soon as Y/n sets it down and takes it for herself, placing her lips on the exact spot Y/n's lips were once placed. Again, Y/n looks over her shoulder at the table and still no one seems to be concerned about her absence. The only difference is that Megan, and that guy who was talking to her, is now gone.
"Y/n, right? Your Dean's sister-in-law. I'm Nicole. I went to the same college as Dean's father, I've known that boy since he was in diapers."
"Oh, that's nice."
"I got Dean his first job too, just like he did for you. Who are you working for?"
"Greenholt."
"Decent. Good company, but not necessarily a big firm. Did your mother give him a tough time and that's why he only got you into GCG instead of one of the big four?"
Y/n laughs at her joke out of politeness, but she doesn't know how else she could make it more obvious that she does not want to talk to this woman. Her natural submissiveness around perceived authority figures wouldn't allow her to say anything, but the way her body just turns slightly away from the woman should be enough. Maybe Nicole doesn't notice it, or she's ignoring it.
"It's no big deal. Besides, as much as I appreciate his help, I'd rather navigate my career on my own.
"I understand. I once thought the same way when I was your age, but the older you get and the longer you're in the business, you quickly learn that it's all about who you know and what you can do for others. It's better to know a lot of names even if you don't have direct contact," Nicole closes a little more of the gap between their bodies that leaves just enough space to make it look friendly. She doesn't seem to care that the families are not that far away and that someone could be watching the whole thing. The smell of the bitter alcohol she now detests is all over Nicole's breath. "I know you believe in hard work to get what you want, but making connections and leaving a lasting impression is hard work too. I can get you into Curser."
Y/n has been poached by other companies before, but no company as prestige as Curser. They're not a company with an easy hiring process, notorious for only accepting a handful of applicants a year. It's like getting into a prestigious ivy league where everyone is smart, hungrier than the last, and spent their entire life becoming qualified for a role. Hearing the name roll off of her lips does make Y/n pause. She may not know the entire extent of this woman's power, but she does know her brother-in-law and his family do have connections and friends at Curser. If she lands a role there, she's set for life. No worrying about the path of career and working at some middling consulting group. Her goal was to always jump ship when a better, more lucrative opportunity comes along.
Nicole takes notice of the look of thought written all over Y/n's face. Even a slight moment of hesitance is all she needed. Her hand casually lands on Y/n's knee where it's out of sight to the people around them. She looks down at her hand, goosebumps forming around the area of contact. It's like her touch is burning her skin. This has never happened to her before and she doesn't know how to take it or what to do.
"Hey, there you are! I've been looking for you."
The voice talking to her now is unmistakable this time around. She turns her head to face Megan who's eyes are glossy and hair a little messy. That guy is nowhere in sight, but if Y/n had to guess he's probably waiting for her somewhere. Yet here she is standing by Y/n's side; Megan swoops in to save the day.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I need Y/n for a little girl time." Megan looks over to the woman she remembers as Nicky. She gives her one of her notorious fake smiles that only someone who has known her long enough like Y/n can interpret.
"Not a problem. Maybe we can catch up later?"
For the first time in her life, Y/n is grateful for Megan's appearance. She doesn't even give Y/n a chance to fully respond as she tugs at her hand and gestures towards the restaurant doors. She excuses herself without saying more than four words to Nicole.
"Nice to meet you."
They leave behind Nicole, their families, and the rest of patrons to enter the fairly empty resort lobby. Megan still has a strong grip on Y/n's hand, leading her to the elevators. The alcohol is blamed for the heat Y/n feels in her cheeks instead of her hand being connected with Megan's. She pushes a nagging thought out of her head and decides this is nothing.
Megan hadn't said a single word until they were safe and alone in the elevator.
"I didn't like that at all."
"Why'd you help me out back there?"
"You looked uncomfortable. Plus I needed an excuse to get away from that Mike guy. He said he had something to smoke, but that was a lie. He just wanted to make out after eating that disgusting fish he ordered. Sick fucker."
It wasn't until she hears the elevator door ding that Y/n realizes she hadn't been breathing. She lets out a deep breath as if it's some form of reprieve.
"That lady, what did she say to you?"
"She offered me a job."
"And?"
"That was it. She didn't say anything else."
"Y/n, she totally wanted to fuck you. I walked up and she had her hand all over your leg. She was offering you a job if you were willing to fuck her."
"You're exaggerating."
"Sure," Megan scoffs. "You need to learn to read between the lines."
Y/n doesn't need the attitude or reminder that Megan looks down on her and sees her as naive. That situation with Nicole already made her feel like shit and now here goes Megan piling on her. The tiny amount of goodwill she had accrued with her just a few minutes ago is now beginning to crumble.
The elevator dings again, signaling that they've made it to their floor. Megan digs in her purse and pulls out the key card to get in.
Y/n has never been more grateful to be inside of a hotel room in her life. She kicks her shoes off and plops onto her bed
"Would you have fucked her for a job?"
Megan was always blunt which both worked in her favor and got her into some shit from time to time. Ultimately she was curious about humans and their behaviors and thoughts. Y/n is no exception.
"What? What are you talking about?! Do you really think I would've fucked her?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking! I'm not judging you or anything like that. I know some people would've done it, but one thing for sure is that that lady is bold as hell for doing that when your mom was like 5 feet away from you."
"I wouldn't have fucked her."
"Hmm, so, rich assholes and pushy, older women aren't your type."
Megan's attempt to lighten the mode earns her a glare from Y/n. She just wanted to go to bed. Not replay the night and how some lady wanted her to fuck for a job. But now that the dust has settled she rubs her hands over her face and begins to think about what she may have done to her career prospects.
"Do you think I fucked up? Should I have at least put out a little so she doesn't ruin me ever working at a better firm."
"No, I think you're reading too much into it. You didn't outright reject her, I came and got you. So as sick as it is to say, I don't think you've ruined anything for yourself. But then again, you never know what someone might do if their ego is bruised-"
"You're not helping!"
"Sorry, but I just think you worry too much! You've always worried too much, I thought you would've grown out of that."
"You just wouldn't get it."
Her words weren't meant to come out so harsh, but Y/n reckons that she is just matching Megan's energy. She's used to dealing with condescending people all day at her job where she just has to take it on the chin, similar to her experiences with Megan in the past. Now that she's worn a little thin after that uncomfortable encounter and has a few drinks inside of her, she doesn't care to stay quiet for the sake of getting along to make the trip go by much quicker. It's only the first night and she's fed up with Megan acting like she's still that little middle schooler.
"I seem to get it more than you."
"I have a career that I'm trying to figure out. I know you got whatever you have going on, but it's not the same. The world I'm in is high-stakes and everyone for themselves. So, yes, I worry about possibly fucking up my career chances because I didn't want to fuck some old lady."
"Get a fucking grip! Y/n; always the loser little sister. Haven't you played that card long enough? You have a rich brother-in-law that hands you a job and you're still bitching and whining. It's a jungle out there for most of us; you're not special!"
The first thing she feels inside of her is a sense of defeat. It's the same feeling she has always felt around Megan, as if she would never measure up enough to be good or worthy. Her own frustrations with feeling unsatisfied with the just "decent" company her brother-in-law got her in at and the uncertain path of this career were only highlighted by what happened down in the restaurant. She'd rather her sister the housewife give her some half-baked advice instead of Megan's harsh words right now. But it's the truth.
The feeling of defeat quickly morphs into something else; Anger. So much of it that it has to come out and go somewhere. Y/n, always the good child, who never has an outburst or misdirects her frustrations. She doesn't know what to do with it at this moment. The alcohol drops her inhibitions and she acts in a haze. Out of nowhere she approaches Megan, and in a surprising turn, presses her lips against the girl she has long considered a bully.
To say Megan is stunned would be an understatement. She doesn't even register that it's happening until Y/n's hands grab onto her waist to bring their bodies closer together. If this has been someone else, she'd probably push them off, but Megan is slightly impressed by Y/n being bold for once in her life. It's clearly an act of rebellion (or maybe even a way to shut Megan up), but seeing her do something outside of playing it safe is refreshing for Megan. So she kisses her back.
The taste of rich dessert and fruity drinks fill Y/n's mouth, making her moan at the delight. It's been so long since she's had someone's lips against hers that it turns her feral. She hates to play into the stereotype that sometimes you just need to release the sexual energy pent up inside of you to stop being so uptight or 'bitchy' but she feels herself relaxing for the first time since she's stepped onto the plane. It makes her feel even better that Megan is so receptive to all of this, letting Y/n take control for once in their entire time of knowing each other. She seems just as into as Y/n is, kissing her back with passion and keeping up with Y/n's wild pace. Their tongues dance together, making it sloppier than what Y/n is used to. The hands groping her ass only make her moan louder into Megan's mouth.
Even if it's just a kiss, it's heavenly. They enjoy each other's needy presence only for the moment to end abruptly by a knock at the door. They pull away as if the person on the other side would be able to enter. Y/n gasping breathlessly, shocked by her own actions, rubs the saliva from her mouth.
"Y/n? Megan? Are you in there?"
It's her mother. Y/n begins to panic before Megan pushes her close to the door.
"Y-Yeah mom! We're inside," she is close enough that her mom can hear her without Y/n having to scream.
Y/n's hand begins to move towards the handle of the door before Megan grabs her arm to stop her. She shakes her head no, insinuating that it's not a good idea to let her in right now.
"She'll never leave if you let her in," Megan whispers.
"I just wanted to say goodnight and that you two were so good tonight and left a very good impression!"
"That's great to hear mom. Well, Megan's already asleep so I've got to go. I'm going to head to bed soon too."
"Oh okay! You two sleep well, we have a long day on the slopes tomorrow!"
They wait a few seconds before Y/n looks out the peephole to make sure her mother is gone. She sighs in relief when she doesn't see anyone there. Usually it's hard to get rid of her mother, but seeing that it's getting late, she wasn't going to try and come in.
Now that she's gone, Y/n has to face Megan and what they just did.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
"I-I don't know...I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Megan moves closer to her. She hooks her finger in the strap of Y/n's dress to pull her closer. "Only be sorry if you leave me hanging."
Y/n can't help but smile. Megan has always been charismatic, super compelling too. It's no wonder she was able to have a band of bitches do her bidding even at a young age. She has a way with words and knows how to either disarm someone or get them riled up.
While Y/n was the one to initiate things, Megan is going to make sure she's the one to end things. She may be considered selfish in real life, but she's the opposite in bed. In fact, she gets off watching someone squirm and embrace total pleasure, even if it's Megan the one calling all the shots.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I won't make things hard for you to understand, Y/n. I want to watch you get off."
Y/n's not sure exactly what she means, but that thrills her a little.
"As pretty as you look in this dress, take it off."
Megan sits on the edge of Y/n's bed, inexplicably marking her territory. She leans back and presses her palms into the bed, patiently waiting for her personal show to start. Y/n has been exposed and bare in front of people before, but this feels like she's stripping down to her soul. Even after years of being apart she harbors such crazy feelings of resentment and jealousy of Megan, yet she follows her instructions as if she's authority, something Megan knows Y/n likes.
She pulls the straps of her dress down her shoulder until it becomes loose enough to let fall to the ground. On a whim she decided to wear a matching bra and underwear set, the kind that you'd wear on a sexy date. Y/n was not expecting to get lucky or anything but perhaps the universe knew something she didn't.
"Keep going," Megan encourages, not afraid to hide her own excitement. Only a thin layer of material separates her eyes from what they want to see. She can always appreciate a beautiful body and pretty face even if she hadn't thought of you sexually before tonight.
Once the set comes off, Y/n knows there is no turning back from this moment, yet she goes through with it. She completely undresses herself and stands naked for Megan.
"Come here," she's almost on the verge of begging.
Y/n walks up to her and between her legs. Megan's hand wraps around her waist and their lips meet again, but this time in a much more slow, controlled kiss. Megan can't keep her hands to herself when she has this much access to Y/n. She reaches up and gropes her breast, causing Y/n to moan until she's breaking the kiss to throw her head back. Megan takes the opportunity to take Y/n's nipple in her mouth and suck on it harshly until it hardens in her mouth.
"Fuck!" Y/n's moan is more than a whine. She has to remind herself to keep her voice down, but it's hard when Megan alternates to the other breast and does the same thing.
Her body is soft, and most importantly pliant, under Megan's touch. To see Y/n fold so easily gives Megan an ego boost. All the complaining Y/n probably did to her mother about having to share this room is now null and void simply because she has her titties in her mouth. Sometimes the most up-tight people are the easiest.
"I bet your fucking wet. You've probably been wet since you started yelling at me. What gets you off more? Trying to show you're in control or being told what to do?"
It feels impossible for Y/n to answer that, but isn't it obvious at this point? Megan slips her hand between Y/n's legs and can feel how she's soaking wet. Even just a simple brush of her fingers against her folds is enough to tell an entire story. Y/n moans loudly at the small touch, making Megan smirk.
"Ride my thigh. Get yourself on me."
Y/n doesn't hesitate. She lowers herself down like an obedient girl and starts humping Megan's leg with abandon. Her sloppy rhythm and how tight she grips onto Megan's shoulder gives her completely away. Megan groans at the feeling of Y/n's wetness warming her bare thigh. The slipperiness helps Y/n grind better, but she's so wet that it disrupts some of the friction. Still, it feels so fucking good.
Megan pulls down her own dress to reveal her bare tits. She grabs one and leads it to Y/n's mouth where she latches on without being told to do so.
"Good fucking girl," Megan spits harshly, biting into her bottom lip as she savors the warm feeling of Y/n's wet mouth on her tits.
They're definitely a sight to see; one desperate girl humping her bully's thigh whilst sucking on her tits. Y/n can't bring herself to give a fuck about the past dynamics between the two when everything feels this good and overwhelming. She's never been so needy that she had to grind herself against someone's thigh to get off. It's all so new and thrilling for her that it overwhelms her completely. She cums faster than she'd like to, but it's an orgasm that's hard and leaves her shaking. The amount of arousal left on Megan's thigh doesn't go unnoticed.
"Fuck, just like that! Keep cumming on my thigh baby!"
Y/n kept grinding until she had nothing left to give. Her energy quickly depleted after her orgasm to the point Megan grabs onto her hips and forces her to keep grinding. Even though her cunt is overstimulated, she doesn't want the moment to end, or at least she doesn't want to be the one to tap out.
"M-Megan," Y/n can barely get her name out; it sounds more like shaky syllables than someone's name.
Megan feels something forming in the pit of her belly which makes everything come to a complete stop. This wasn't about her tonight, at least not about her getting off. She had concerned herself more with getting Y/n in this vulnerable position and seeing how easy she could get her to bend. This surely complicates this trip, but that is something for Megan to think about later.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Dua Lipa/Reader
Summary: Plot what plot...riding Dua's thigh while she records is the plot lol. wc: 0.5k
Content: 3rd POV. Established relationship, smut, recording/sex tape, thigh riding, dirty talk. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
“Just like that,” Dua coos.
She stares through the camera's viewfinder as her finger glosses over the zoom button so she can get a better view of the slick that covers her bare thigh. The old camcorder picks up Y/n’s soft grunts as she drags her sex against her girlfriend’s thigh. Her pussy was so wet and throbbing that Dua could feel it. She keeps a hand on her hip to keep guiding her to keep going and to not slow down at all.
“Look how desperate you are,” she teases before kissing Y/n’s collar bone. Y/n is whimpering so much so Dua knows it must feel good.
Dua is turned on feeling how wet she is. Her desperation is palpable and she’s so glad that she decided to capture this on her old, rickety camera.
“Fuck baby it feels so good,” Y/n whines. She grips hard onto Dua’s shoulder to move her hips faster. Her clit rolls over Dua’s thigh and every so often her folds pull back and her most sensitive parts are stimulated. She cries out every time it happens and it’s overwhelming but she keeps going because the feeling is nearly addicting. She’s grinding herself down hard and moving her hips fast. Dua just feels so conceited knowing that she doesn’t even have to touch her girlfriend for her to become a moaning mess.
“Keep using me baby…use me to get yourself off,” Dua encourages.
Dua zooms out to capture the two of them in frame, but she’s so mesmerized by Y/n’s ass moving that she doesn’t look anywhere else, just on the view of her ass in the large mirror in front of the bed. Even as Y/n’s nails dig into the sensitive flesh of her shoulder, she can’t seem to pull her eyes away. The swirl of Y/n’s hips is hypnotizing.
She whispers into Y/n’s ear, “feels good, doesn’t it?”
“It feels so fucking good,” she moans breathily.
Dua kisses the side of her face which makes Y/n whimper again. Her hot kiss has her reeling and she focuses on the feeling of her soft lips pressed against her skin. Her consistently brush against Dua’s shirt which makes them hard and more sensitive as time goes on.
Y/n’s moments get faster but it causes her hips to stutter a few times. She’s so close, but Dua doesn’t want her to slow down just because she’s getting tired. “Almost there baby,” she whispers to her again. Her grip on Y/n’ hip tightens and she forces her to keep the same energy from before. Her moans grow louder as Dua helps her reach her high.
“C’mon baby…you’re dripping everywhere — I know you’re close. I want you to cum for me, princess.”
Y/n lets out a sharp gasp which signals her orgasm. Not only does Dua hear it, she feels it as Y/n’s body shakes against her and her cum gushes against her thigh, making her a mess. The camera manages to pick up how beautiful Y/n sounds when she cums. This is the first time Dua has recorded them like this, but it certainly won’t be the last.
hey, i THINK some years ago when i found ur tumblr (before u deleted everything 💔) you had a dua lipa one shot where reader rode her thigh while she recorded it. was it you who wrote it? because i cant find it in the patreon archives 😭 there's a big chance im just tripping too..
I remember writing something like that! If I find it in the archives I'll post it on here either today or tomorrow hehe
hey, i THINK some years ago when i found ur tumblr (before u deleted everything 💔) you had a dua lipa one shot where reader rode her thigh while she recorded it. was it you who wrote it? because i cant find it in the patreon archives 😭 there's a big chance im just tripping too..
I remember writing something like that! If I find it in the archives I'll post it on here either today or tomorrow hehe
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Itzy!Ryujin/Reader
Summary: Reader gets fucked by her best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. wc: 0.8k
Content: 3rd POV. Friends to lovers, dom/sub elements, teasing, slight degradation, naming calling ('slut'), use of sex toys (strap-on). (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
"That's it baby, get it nice and wet."
Ryujin looks down at her best friend, Y/n, on her knees and half-naked. She can feel her hard nipples grazing her thigh as she bobs her head up and down on the cock that's eventually going to be filling her up. It feels surreal to see her best friend of several years down on her knees, doing her best to put on a good show for her, but it was a long time coming. Endless flirting written off as just being "friendly" and lingering touches would let anyone know that the two had more than just platonic feelings for each other.
But, when Y/n approached her best friend and asked her to show her a "thing or two" before fully admitting that she wanted to be dominated, it was completely out of left field. Ryujin was at a lost for words from Y/n's request. It was bold of her to just outright say it, but Ryujin was bolder and she was going to rise to the occasion. Still though, it was a bit hard to be "mean" to her best friend despite Y/n asking for that treatment. Ryujin has no problem calling her a slut or a whore, but feels a bit weary about degrading her. No matter how hard she sucked the strap and held the wild look in her eyes, Ryujin couldn't bring herself to call her something like a 'bitch'.
Her best friend looks up at her and meets her eye. The look in her eye is one mixed with excitement and lust. When Y/n said that she's "she's never done this before", Ryujin was ready to just get her naked and fuck her with her tongue and then have her best friend return the favor. However her friend was ambitious and wanted to take things further and have Ryujin use some of her toys on her. Her friend had talked about the collection she has and used on previous girls which left a feeling similar to jealousy to simmer inside of Y/n. Ryujin will never forget the way Y/n's eyes kept glossing over her strap-on and eventually becoming fixed on it when she pulled it out. In that moment, a devious feeling arose inside of her and she knew by the end of the night she needed to see her best friend take the cock inside of her and cream all over it.
Ryujin has Y/n bent over her bed, spread open and dripping wet.
"Sucking me off got you that wet?" Ryujin teases. Y/n whimpers at the teasing that squeezes her heart. Ryujin doesn't say much, but the way she handles her, gripping her arms roughly, makes Y/n feel like her best friend's personal fuck doll. She feels the tip poking at her hole before it slides in.
Ryujin doesn't hold back on her poor pussy either. She holds Y/n's arms to use as leverage to really pound into her best friend. Y/n is facedown in the bed and crying into it. Ryujin's roommates aren't home, but she doesn't want the neighbors to hear her pathetic sobs of pleasure. Ryujin, on the other hand, has other plans and she grabs Y/n's hair and pulls her face out of the bed.
"No, no -- let me hear you baby. I want everyone in the building to hear you getting fucked like you wanted to be fucked. You begged and begged for this like a slut so you don't get to be shy."
The pent up tension and small annoyances of the week came out in aggression. Ryujin's hips snap hard against Y/n's ass which makes her skin jiggle and creates a loud clapping noise. Y/n's pussy is covering her strap in the prettiest white cream and Ryujin's pace nearly falters when she first lays her eyes upon. But, she keeps herself strong and she keeps going. She feels so much power fucking her best friend like this, especially knowing that Y/n is enjoying it so much. She gets to watch her pussy grip the strap as it slides in and out of her pussy. There is no doubt that it's stretching her out too.
"Cum for me, slut."
Ryujin's command and the tone of her voice make Y/n obedient (not like she didn't want to cum anyway...) and her pussy begins to spasm around the toy inside of her. Her orgasm hits her hard and feels like it's lasting for hours. Ryujin keeps fucking her through it just so she can hear those pretty cries for a little while longer. But, if she's being honest with herself, she won't be able to get her fill. She's going to have to fuck her again and again and again.
