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synopsis . . . after a bitter and chaotic divorce, daniela and you can’t stand being in the same room — but for the sake of your little girl, you would do anything, including agree to couple’s therapy. it starts with weekly sessions of torture that relives the past and turns into the discovery that hate isn’t always the opposite of love.
contains . . . smut (wait for it!!!); p in v, oral (both receiving), angst, flashbacks (pls understand reader’s lore pls pls pls pls pls), mentions of family trauma(?). thats it.
word account . . . 6k words. i would have made this into two chapters instead of one but i decided to post the smut at once you’re welcome
masterlist. previous. next.
birthing a child was, in fact, a little like what you had seen on television. you had screamed and cried and yelled about how you hated daniela for doing this to you while she tried to calm you down and hold your hand. it was way more like the movies than you would’ve liked. but against your personal beliefs, you survived.
and daniela too. without having her fingers broken by your squeezing hand, good for her.
but for you, it took a lot more effort than you thought you were possibly capable of making. four days passed in the hospital and the doctors still weren’t completely sure you were ready to leave yet.
and you weren’t sure either, because you spent those days weak in a hospital bed, sleeping through half the day. you would wake up, play with your newborn, talk a little with daniela about what the doctors had said, eat that terrible hospital food and then fall asleep again. but between those naps, you saw family members too. they had come to see your baby, your mother stayed because she had come to see her baby. your mom and dani stayed awake together while you slept and that resulted in a conversation you remember to this day, even if you honestly couldn’t remember whether you had been in that hospital bed for a month or for a week.
you woke up and saw daniela on the couch next to your hospital bed, a black hoodie on her body, a loose bun in her hair. she had her eyes on the tv while some soccer game played. you watched her for a minute before speaking.
“hey.” your voice was hoarser than you thought it would be.
she immediately looked at you, a soft smile on her lips as she stood up and walked to your bed.
“hey, pretty.”
her hand touched your face to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. daniela had the sweetest eyes for days now and even scared of everything ahead of you, they brought you some type of comfort and safety.
“where’s my mom?” you asked her as she sat by your side.
“she went to grab a coffee, she’ll be back in a minute.”
time was a different concept for you now that your sleep schedule had been completely changed, but you could still sense a minute.
“where’s my baby?” you pouted at her, her eyebrows raising as she pretended to be offended.
“i’m right here…”
you chuckled under your breath, adjusting yourself on the bed as she chuckled too.
“my other one, you idiot.”
she only rolled her eyes playfully. “she’s at the nursery, i’m gonna get her for you.” daniela leaned down to kiss your forehead and stood up to leave the hospital room. only then did you both notice your mom by the door, two hot coffees in her hands. daniela blushed a little, like she usually did because she was always shy around your parents, even after all this time. she smiled at your mom and left.
your mom still had her younger features as she got closer to your bed. she had that ease in her body that could only mean your father wasn’t around. he had probably gone home to change, or was helping daniela’s father with the move to the new apartment you guys had been given by your parents.
“she’s a good girl; daniela.” your mother started, and there was something in her voice…
“she is.” you heard her sigh. “what?”
“nothing. i think she’ll be a good mom, like you.” your mom sat by your side, adjusting the blanket over your body.
there was a minute of silence. your mother was very affectionate, just not very good at clear and direct communication.
“you’ll be a good mother too, but it’s important to remember what matters the most, you know?” she continued, taking a sip of her coffee as if she was just chatting about nothing important, but she had that look in her eyes.
“what matters the most?” you repeated.
“yes… i mean… sometimes things get hard, you know, it won’t always be like this. but kids need two parents.”
“mom…” you started.
“i’m just saying that kids need stability, that is more important than… being happy all the time.” she looked down at the coffee cup for a second before looking up at you again. “i’ve made my choice, maybe someday you’ll have to make yours as well.” she drank her coffee.
a second later daniela came through the door with your baby in her arms. you got so enchanted by elena that you forgot about what your mom had said, or what she had tried to say. you rocked the baby in your arms and let elena suckle on your milk with heart eyes.
you really, really forgot about what your mom had said. there were too many new things happening at once, there was a baby in your arms learning how to drink milk from you, you were sixteen, daniela was kissing your temple and offering you something to drink every five minutes, there was a tiny apartment waiting for you both. it was terrifying and exciting, building a life together and alone all at once.
back then, loving daniela still felt simple. the problems were the adjustments of being a mother, or working with your dad at a part-time job, or learning how to cook for your wife.
but the years passed and that changed. during the divorce, those words came back to you constantly. quietly. stubbornly.
kids need stability.
during every screaming match whispered after elena had gone to sleep. during every time you looked into daniela’s eyes and saw anger instead of the sweetness they once held. during every night you stared at the ceiling with your wife asleep by your side, wondering if leaving would be selfish and childish, if staying would make you a better mother, a better person, someone who wouldn’t make your daughter have two houses simply because you couldn’t make peace with the very same person you made her with.
but you grew up, you moved out, you were no longer a little girl who didn’t understand why daddy was sleeping in the guest room, and yet your mom stayed with him. perhaps she had no energy left to leave.
you decided to protect your own energy instead of protecting your daughter, and you still felt guilty about it every single time you remembered, so strongly that you felt your throat tighten and your vision blur.
perhaps you really were weak for leaving.
but not as weak as you had been last night.
fuck, last night was definitely not your best moment.
not something you were proud of, definitely.
the hot water felt like fucking holy water on your body. like it could wash your sins from last night, wash your mistake, wash your memories. it couldn’t, but it felt good. you washed your hair, you scrubbed your body, you brushed your teeth.
you still felt her touch on your skin as clearly as the night before. you could hear faint noises outside, she hadn’t left, she was still there for some reason. you brushed your teeth once more, practicing in your head what you would say when you left the peaceful, comfortable bubble of your bathroom, that right now felt like the whole world, protecting you from what you didn’t want to face.
but time passed anyway and you had to leave.
the towel around your body felt like a shield as you walked into the kitchen, daniela only wearing a t-shirt and her boxers, her messy hair in a loose bun as she made coffee.
it was her t-shirt. the one she gave you. so it was yours. she had to look through your closet to get it.
you sighed.
“what are you doing?” your voice sounded a little ruder than intended. you were tense.
“coffee.” she answered casually, then looked over her shoulder at you. the t-shirt was really old, from when she still played and got a lot of jerseys from her coach. “you need some, right?”
you only nodded, not trusting yourself enough to speak. watching her like this brought back way too many memories, some that you would rather bury and forget. so many mornings like this when you were still pregnant, you would come up behind her to hug her and let your head rest on her shoulder, she would kiss your forehead and say good morning with her raspy voice. now you couldn’t bring yourself to be less than ten feet away from her.
“actually, we should talk about last night, you know.” she fully turned to face you, looking at your wet hair. she loved seeing you with your hair wet, and a small smile appeared on her lips. “well, what happened can cause a lot of… questions.” her voice was strangely neutral.
“yes.” you finally found your voice. “yeah, we should talk, make everything clear.”
she gestured with her head for you to get closer and sat down in the kitchen chair. you hated how comfortable she made herself, but that was once her home, her kitchen, her clothes. just as you were once her wife.
“so…” you started, crossing your arms against your chest, fingers pressing against your skin underneath the towel. “last night shouldn’t have happened. we have a kid, we can’t just have a slip whenever you feel like it—”
“a slip? like we’re drug addicts or something?” she asked, so casually that it made you roll your eyes and keep talking.
“you know what i meant.” you shook your head. “it was irresponsible.”
she stared at you for a second too long. her honey eyes seemed like they could see your fucking soul and you hated it with your whole heart. then she huffed out a laugh through her nose.
your face heated up. “what?”
“you should rehearse it again. want me to give you five more minutes?”
you opened your mouth and closed it again. you hated how easily she could read you after all this time, how easy it was for her to remind you that you had spent seven years of your life married to her.
“i didn’t do it.” your voice got sharper.
“you sure?”
you sighed. “we can’t do this again. end of conversation. i have to get changed for work, so—”
“that’s how a conversation works for you, isn’t it?” her tone was cutting, but her voice wasn’t impatient, actually the opposite, it was just… observing. “you talk and i listen, then it’s the end of the conversation.”
silence filled the kitchen for a moment. you felt almost ashamed.
“i’m listening,” you said instead of arguing.
daniela looked down at her coffee for a second, fingers tapping against the mug before stopping completely.
“i was talking to megan yesterday,” she said eventually, slowly.
“of course you were talking to megan,” you mumbled. of course megan had something to do with this. daniela ignored your tone with a loud sigh.
“she told me that if you got jealous over me…” a small smile crossed her lips, softer now, a little embarrassed. “and if i got that happy about it… then maybe there’s still something between us. then i came here to talk to you about it… and… well, what happened happened…” her voice got smaller and she looked down at her mug. of course there was.
it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. you remembered how you felt the day before, like daniela was still yours in some sense of the word, and that wouldn’t come from nowhere. neither would your dreams about her, neither would your fascination every time elena acted like her, neither would your need to look especially pretty every single therapy session. you knew it. but you couldn’t. before you could say something, she kept talking.
“i’m not saying we’re madly in love.” her voice was so vulnerable that your heart ached a little. “but maybe…” she hesitated for the first time since the conversation started. “if there’s something… then maybe…” her voice became so small it was almost a whisper. “maybe we could…”
“stop,” you said. daniela’s mouth closed immediately. “seriously?”
she stayed quiet. she was almost shy.
“do you remember the months before the divorce?” your voice got tighter with every word. “because i do. we couldn’t stay in the same room without fighting. elena was noticing it. it was…” you tried to find a word to describe it without being too harsh, but you couldn’t. you chose silence instead.
“maybe it wouldn’t be like that this time.” her voice was so small that you had to close your eyes for a moment.
she was so sincere… so honest. you wanted to believe her because she was daniela, the same daniela you had wanted ever since you were a stupid kid, the same daniela who had you arguing with her over a wet towel on the bed, the same daniela who had kissed another woman in a dark alley after a fight on a random friday.
she had the same honey eyes, the same soft look, the same gentle hands. you wished you were the same too, the same sixteen-year-old girl who would’ve done anything daniela asked because you were too in love with her to deny her anything.
but you still looked at elena sometimes and wondered how much she remembered of you and daniela’s fights. you still wondered if she heard it when you guys whispered cruelties to each other instead of yelling so she wouldn’t hear through the walls. you still wondered if she would grow up like you and develop that same intense fear of ending up like her mother.
you knew, deep in your heart, that if you had stopped loving daniela, then both of you would’ve become indifferent instead of hateful. then the divorce would’ve been cold and clean instead of chaotic and loud. but loving daniela hadn’t fixed your relationship for months during that last year, so why would anything change now?
“no.” your voice came out firmer this time. “i have to get ready for work, you have to take elena to school, remember?”
her jaw tightened a little at that. “i’m trying to talk to you. you can clock in five minutes late.”
“i don’t want to talk about that anymore. last night was a mistake,” you spat out quickly.
“four mistakes.” she said it quietly, but it still cut you off. “four times. i fucked you four times last night.”
you took a deep breath, trying to keep calm.
“you haven’t changed,” you said, your voice cold and soft. like you expected, you saw a hint of offense in her eyes. “i have to go to work,” you said simply. “bye, daniela.”
you turned around and started walking upstairs. you didn’t look back at her, you didn’t dare see her disappointed, hurting face. you hated yourself for it and deep down you knew she hated you too.
you expected her to yell something that would make you mad and send you marching downstairs to keep fighting, a crude comment, a smart remark, anything.
but she said nothing.
you both moved on with your day. you went to work, daniela went back home, took elena to school, and watched her with her comically big backpack running off to find her little friends. she went back home, got ready for work, and focused on the tasks she had to get done. she was an adult and couldn’t go crying back home because you had broken her tender heart, but she couldn’t get her mind off you.
because how could you? how could you change so fast from night to day? last night, you were putty in her hands, crying her name so beautifully. this morning, you broke her heart. daniela wanted to hate you, she really did, but she couldn’t.
because she knew, deep down in her heart, you were thinking about her too, during work, staring at the wall and remembering her lips on yours.
her lips on yours…
daniela’s lips weren’t desperate. no, they were, in a way, but they were also tender. they reminded you of the first time she kissed you in jacob’s basement when you were sixteen years old. if you tried hard enough, you could still taste the cheap beer on her tongue. it hadn’t been your first kiss, you had kissed your friends before. practice for real kisses, they said. but daniela had been the first one who made your heart pound like a hammer in your chest and your hands tremble a little.
“that was really good,” she had said, her cheeks blushing as she looked into your eyes.
daniela’s cheeks no longer blushed when she kissed you, but somehow it tasted just as sweet and soft as she pressed her lips against yours. and when she pulled back, her forehead still resting against yours, eyes closed, still waiting for your reaction, the moment was so delicate, so fragile. she acted like she was scared that a single wrong word would break the perfect bubble you were in for a second, for a minute.
perhaps she was right, so you didn’t give her much time to speak.
“upstairs…” you murmured.
daniela didn’t need to be told twice.
she grabbed the back of your legs, lifting you off the floor. you had forgotten how strong she was. she wasn’t very tall, nor particularly muscular, but she was hella stronger than she looked, and carrying you upstairs while you kissed her neck seemed like little effort to her. she threw you onto the bed, then climbed on top of you. her weight kept you grounded in the moment, giving you no room to think about anything except her lips on yours, her tongue in your mouth. but it was too slow, perhaps, because you grew needier a minute later.
both of you were completely consumed by desire, but yes, it was a very conscious decision. you could see it on her face. she gave you a moment to back off, to become your usual annoying self and talk about how wrong this was, how you couldn’t do it.
it never came.
instead, you grew impatient. with a heavy sigh, you switched your positions, pinning her shoulders to the mattress. daniela looked surprised for a few seconds, watching as you unzipped her pants. your fingers were quick, and when you pulled the fabric down, you set free her hard cock. you missed it, fuck, you really did.
she was throbbing as you wrapped your hand around it, practically begging for your attention. the pink tip leaked with pre-cum, and while you watched the vein along the side pulse, you felt her hand settle in your hair. you remembered how patiently she had guided you to wrap your lips around it. at first, you barely knew how to do it. it felt weird and strange to have your mouth so full like that. over time, you learned to enjoy it far too much: the way it stretched your lips, the bitter taste of it, the weight of it on your tongue.
it was just like always when you finally leaned down to take it into your mouth again, except it seemed far more sensitive than you remembered. daniela immediately let her head fall back and let out a loud hiss as you ran your tongue along her length. she hadn’t felt this in a while, you could tell.
that made you so happy that, a few moments later, you engulfed the whole member in your mouth. it tasted the same, so daniela.
“god… baby…” she moaned.
you hadn’t heard her call you baby in a long while. a few weeks before the divorce, she had stopped completely. it felt weird, almost like a foreign word in her mouth.
at the same time, it felt so natural.
her fingers tightened at the back of your head as she started guiding you, first downward, encouraging you to take as much as you could into your mouth. she reached over, grabbed a pillow, and tucked it behind her head so she could comfortably watch your mouth taking her cock.
“so good,” she said when you choked just slightly. the light pressure around her tip felt good, way too good, in a way that made it dangerously hard to keep control and not start thrusting into your mouth. so she let her hand fall away and allowed you to set the pace.
daniela knew you wouldn’t disappoint.
you didn’t.
you started bobbing your head, slowly at first, enjoying her taste as if sucking her off was for your pleasure alone. drool slipped from the corners of your lips, coating her length and making it slide so easily into your mouth. you stroked the base while sucking at the tip…
daniela almost rolled her pretty eyes back into her head.
it took her a few more minutes to realize she was going to come way too fucking fast like this. she had had nothing but her right hand for months, and having the perfect view of your mouth on her was making almost every rational thought disappear. you realized it too when you felt her pulse inside your mouth, so you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lower lip to her tip as you sat back on your heels.
daniela quickly reached out, more like lunged at you. her hands fumbled to pull your shirt over your head, and as soon as she did, letting the fabric fall to the floor, she noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. she could have teased you, said something about you being naughty or anything like that, but you hadn’t seen daniela this eager in a long time. she immediately wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and brought her hand up to toy with your other breast like a desperate baby.
you gasped, caught between surprise and pleasure, as she left a small bite there. not hard, just enough to sting. she was so needy. her hands seemed magnetically drawn to your body. you buried your fingers in her curls as she suckled at the hardened nipple. her grip on your waist with her free hand was so tight it bordered on painful, and yet you let her have her fun. it was a pleasant feeling, one that left you uncomfortably wet, far too eager to have her inside you as well.
so you had to push her head back, lowering yourself to kiss her sweet lips again.
“i want you,” she mumbled against your lips.
god, she was really desperate. you could almost feel her body trembling with need.
“i know,” you chuckled low in your throat. it was so good to see her like this, looking at you as if you were the only woman in the world, touching you as if your skin had been made for her, kissing you like you were the air she needed to breathe. “i want you too, dani… i want you inside me.”
“yeah?” she whispered.
you nodded and brought your hands down to pull off your pants.
daniela helped you as you stood up from the bed to take them off, and that was the only moment she let go of your skin for even a second, only to have her hands on you again the very next moment. now dressed only in your panties, you caught her looking at your body, and you could have sworn her mouth watered at the sight. she kissed every bit of skin she could reach as you moved closer: your forearm, your side, your shoulder. she would have kissed your entire body if you had given her half a chance.
but you didn’t, because you wanted her lips on yours. you were just as eager as she was, just as desperate. your body couldn’t stay away from her touch for long either. you craved this every bit as much as she did, and you hated admitting to yourself that she had simply been braver than you, brave enough to reach out first.
“you’re so beautiful,” daniela breathed.
kissing down your neck, she let her hands explore you as if she hadn’t touched you a thousand times before. from your back to your waist, from your ass to your thighs, wherever she could reach, she touched you as if you were made of glass. your skin burned beneath her hands as you straddled her lap.
you were ready to pull your panties aside and have her inside you again right away, but daniela had other plans. she switched your positions once more, your back hitting the mattress as she kissed her way down your body.
that was her chance.
soft, wet kisses left a trail from your neck to your breasts, then lower to your belly, each one making your skin shiver. for a second, it tickled, right on the sensitive part of your stomach, and you couldn’t help letting out a quiet laugh. daniela looked up at you, her eyes shining softly. she smiled and kissed the same spot again, just to hear your laugh one more time.
you still shared the same intimacy you once had. she still knew your body well enough to pleasure it in every possible way, to make you scream or make you laugh. in that moment, you knew you would hardly ever share something this precious with someone else again. the smile slowly faded from your lips, and you could already feel yourself slipping into sadness, but daniela was faster than your own self-sabotaging thoughts.
she quickly pulled off your panties, sliding them down your thighs before spreading your legs for her. you only realized how wet you had become when the cool air hit your center. you were practically dripping, your lips glistening with arousal. daniela’s tongue didn’t take long to find you.
she closed her lips around your clit and flicked her tongue over it. immediately, your legs tightened around her head, and you could feel her smile against you. she had always loved it when you did that. it showed her how much she was pleasing you, and as confident as she was, she still craved your approval in so many ways.
she let her tongue explore you just as her hands had before, except now it was more precise, finding all the places you had always loved. it felt like a kiss, a very wet one. her tongue moved lower as soon as your hands found her curls in a gentle caress.
“you’re so good, dani,” you cried out as she teased you.
your arousal mixed with her saliva, coating her skin, but she didn’t seem to care. if anything, she only grew hungrier. whether it was because of your moans or your praise, daniela seemed to be having the time of her life while she focused entirely on you. every movement drew another reaction from your body, making your legs tense and your body squirm a little more.
she had always been good at this. not because of experience—at the beginning, she hadn’t had much of that. she hadn’t had many girls or a lot of experience before you. she simply carried a genuine need to please you, to make you feel good. she took pride in your pleasure, and at the same time, found complete satisfaction in giving it to you. that was something no technique or experience could truly teach someone. her skill came entirely from her desire to be good for you.
that was why your praise went straight to her head. and to her cock.
good for her, you noticed how her hips unconsciously rocked against the bed, seeking the soft friction of the sheets, chasing even the slightest bit of relief.
you gently pushed her hair back, just enough for her to pull away. that was when you felt her hot breath against your sensitive skin.
“i want you inside…” you whispered.
daniela’s chin was covered with your honey. she smiled when you said that and nodded, but made no move to clean her face. instead, she sat up between your legs. you could see her rigid cock only centimeters away from your pussy.
she took off her shirt, tossing it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. now both of you were completely naked. daniela hated wearing bras unless she was on the field. for a second, you admired her small, perky breasts before looking back up at her face. she was staring right at you, her expression unreadable for a moment.
“you’re as beautiful as ever,” she murmured. “just as tasty as ever, y/n.”
it didn’t sound like dirty talk, or the kind of thing people said during sex just to make their partner feel good and set the mood. it sounded honest. painfully honest.
“you’re still mine?” she whispered.
then she leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of your head. her cock brushed against your pussy, and you bit your lip.
but she barely seemed to notice your reactions, the way your hips rolled upward on instinct, the way your eyes kept drifting down to her hard cock, almost lined up with your entrance.
“look at me.” her voice was almost pleading. “say it to me.”
you looked into her honey-colored eyes, at her beautiful face, at the long curls falling over her shoulders, almost creating a curtain around the two of you.
you placed your hands on her soft cheeks.
you had forgotten how much you loved kissing her face.
you almost wished you could do it now, but perhaps that would be too much.
perhaps that would be more intimate than sex.
perhaps that would be more intimate than laughing with her when she kissed your stomach and made you laugh while you were completely naked.
“i’m yours, daniela,” you said.
you told yourself it was a lie. in the back of your mind, you were no longer her wife. but as she finally pushed inside you, the first inches forcing your body to accommodate her, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan and your eyes close so you could fully feel how good it was to have her again after such a long, long time, you realized that perhaps you weren’t lying.
you could no longer be hers, but judging by the way your body accepted her, by the way it reacted and responded to her and only her—not even to yourself, only to daniela—then maybe it was the truth.
maybe it was the truest thing you had said in a long while, whispered in the dark for daniela’s ears alone.
“you’re mine,” she said back, breathless.
as she finally bottomed inside you, she didn’t move for a moment. she just stayed there, holding you close, her eyes locked on your face.
“say it again.”
“dani…” you breathed.
“say it again for me. say it now.”
her command sounded so desperate that it felt more like a plea.
you opened your eyes again.
that expression on her face…
she was trying to be dominant, but you could see right through her. that was something you had always been far too good at. she could act as confident and commanding as she wanted, but she had been yours first.
“you’re mine. say it to me.”
daniela nodded immediately as your hands wrapped around her shoulders.
“i’m yours, all yours,” she said, her voice so sweet.
so sweet that it stood in sharp contrast to the intensity between you. you started to moan uncontrollably. at first, you tried to bite your lip and keep quiet, but you couldn’t. eventually, you gave up and simply tried not to get too loud.
daniela loved every sound that escaped you, the smile on her face gave her away, so did the way she held you closer.
she let her body fall on top of yours, completely trapping you beneath her weight.
she started kissing your neck. by now, she was moving on pure instinct, just fucking into you as deeply as she could. your legs trembled slightly with every thrust. she lowered one hand to wrap your thigh around her waist, and you followed her lead.
“nice and deep, that’s how my girl likes it, yeah?” she panted against your neck.
you nodded immediately, your nails dragging down her back, leaving a reddish trail she would love to see in the morning.
her grip on your thigh was definitely painful by now, but you couldn’t focus on it when she started moving faster. gradually, her thrusts became almost punishing, as if she were personally punishing you. well, god knew she had enough reasons to do it. but if that was her intention, it wasn’t working, because even through the painfully delicious stretch, she found that sweet spot inside you that made your eyes nearly roll back and the sweetest moans spill from your lips.
she almost groaned when she felt you squeezing around her, your walls tightening in a way that made it almost difficult for her to move, gripping her like a vice. the foreplay had left both of you too close to the edge. that, or perhaps the fact that you were so desperate for each other that there was barely room for anything else in your minds.
“dani…”
when you said her name so sweetly, as if she were the only thing that mattered, daniela became completely desperate. she lost whatever technique or skill she had left. her movements became pure desire. she buried her face in the crook of your neck again, breathing in your scent. she lost herself in it.
her hips snapped faster, harder.
you cried out.
you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure in your lower belly growing tighter as you rolled your hips up to meet her. she barely pulled away from you now, chasing the climax that seemed to draw closer with every passing second. your sweaty skin pressed together, the taste of her still lingering on your lips, her breath and muffled moans against your neck, the relentless rhythm that kept drawing reactions from you.
“come for me. come for me now,” she commanded between harsh breaths.
you finally came, your whole body tensing as your eyes rolled back and your back arched off the bed. high-pitched moans spilled from your lips as the pleasure washed over you. daniela did her best to keep moving with you through it, only pulling away at the last second.
she didn’t had to lower her hand to stroke herself or even just hump your belly, she waited the very last second, you felt the warm jet hit your belly, four of them, so thick that part of you wished she had shot them right into you.
she kept her face buried in your neck for a minute, maybe two, listening to the sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. eventually, a soft chuckle escaped you.
she finally looked up.
her face was sweaty, her eyes slightly unfocused, her lips swollen. a hint of a confused smile appeared on her face when she heard you laughing.
“what?”
“that was a huge fucking mistake,” you said honestly.
a second of silence passed before you sighed deeply.
“but since we’re here, let’s make the most of it.”
you switched your positions once again, straddling her lap, she looked up at you, surprised and slightly amazed as you settled comfortably against her, bringing her semi hard cock to your entrance once again. for a moment, neither of you spoke.
the next morning, you regretted this deeply.
but for one night, you allowed yourself to believe the lie, or maybe you allowed yourself to tell the truth.
even in the dark, even whispered between dirty and reckless words, there would always be a part of you that belonged to her.
Summary: idol!Megan is down bad for their doctor and psychologist—Y/N. You. You like her too, duh, who wouldn't? But you can't show her the same attraction because of your contract that literally says no feelings attached. Not just that, a certain woman in a tight bun is always keeping her eye on you because Megan made sure the whole HYBE building knows about her feelings towards you.
cw: fluff, angst, comfort, fem!reader, cursing, not proofread, oneshot! (p.s: part 2 is incoming)
cast: Megan Skiendiel, Y/N, KATSEYE.
phases: 8
request by: anon
— credits to @/pixopix for the pink divider. As for the "cloud" divider, I don't know who the owner is because I just saw this on Pinterest so.. credits to whom this may concern!
You know all the words to "Just Like Heaven"
Megan always had excuses whenever she wanted to talk to you. She'd tell Sohey her "ankles" are hurting. Even if it's just a minor inconvenience she'd always rush to you.
Not to heal whatever's hurting her of course.
Just to spend time with you.
She didn't used to be like that.
She used to be shy, awkward, and a little clumsy sometimes.
It all started after one session.
She didn't agree with it because she was still awkward with you. But because of Missy's bossiness, she had to.
And she's glad she did.
You always knew what to say, always knew what to tell her or how to help her. It gave her butterflies.
It made her feel alive.
She can always talk to the other girls, yes. But sometimes she'd feel guilty for it.
Everyone's already going through so much and she didn't want to be another weight on the shoulder.
So she'll come to you.
"Everyone keeps telling me to get off the coke.." you never let her finish whenever she talks to you about the things she sees on the internet.
"Megan, don't listen to them. How many times have I told you this, dear?"
"I know, I know. But.. it just kinda gets to me, you know? Especially my Grammy look—"
"—In which you looked stunning in."
Megan would blink then smile. You really do make her feel better.
"Do you think they'll stop one day?"
"Hm?"
"The internet. I wonder if they'll ever stop criticizing me for the simplest things."
Her words took you aback.
"I'm gonna be honest with you, Mei." You held her hands. Oh this honesty would definitely hurt. "They'll never stop. They analyze everything, they'll always expect the best from you. Which is the worst because not everyone can always be at their best you know?"
"It's frustrating, I know." You added. "But does the internet really matter? Have you seen the amount of people watching you on your Latam tour? Or what about your Coachella crowd, hm?" You pinched her cheek.
"Whatever the internet says, it's not always reality. What's real is the amount of people that came to watch you, the people that were there for you and your group."
She laughed.
The weight on her chest eased.
You really were the only one that could ease it.
"This is why I like you." She expressed.
You just rolled your eyes and flicked her forehead. "You'll get me fired one day."
Kiss me and I might drop dead.
This girl, really.
On the second week of Coachella, she went to a club immediately with Lara.
But when they were finished, Orlando was there to bring Lara home.
Megan?
She had no one to take her home except her professional bodyguards.
And she felt envious.
So she texted you, drunk, to wait for her at the hotel entrance.
You did. You can never say no to Megan.
She swayed at the glass door, Barton, the large bodyguard even struggled to keep her steady.
"I'll take it from here." You wrapped an arm around Megan's waist and another under her knees, easily carrying her bridal style.
Barton nodded before escorting the both of you towards the elevator, Megan mumbling incoherently in your arms.
When you reached the floor, you told Barton to leave because Megan's drunk confessions were getting really loud and you felt a little embarrassed.
"I really like you, Y/N.. don't you want me? We'd be a cute couple.. you're cute too, doc.." she giggled.
You struggled to reach for your key card, and when you did, Megan grabbed it out of your hand. "Let me!"
She pressed it clumsily on the door. You rolled your eyes after the third attempt then kicked the door open after she finally unlocked it on the 7th attempt.
You gently settled her on the bed, her arms still wrapped around your neck.
But then she tugged at your nape, almost taking you down on the bed with her.
And you swore your heart skipped a beat.
Not out of affection.
But out of fear.
Because for a brief second, you saw Missy's face and your contract flash before your eyes.
When you got out of her arms you let out an exhale you didn't know you've been holding. Your eyes widening.
"I swear Skiendiel, you'll be the death of me."
But seeing her like that, all sleepy and peaceful on the bed made your heart flutter.
"You're cute when you sleep."
That was louder than you intended it to.
"I heard that." She mumbled.
You just closed your eyes and gave up. Of course she did.
"Goodnight, Mei."
"I'll dream of you."
You shook your head.
But when you stepped out of her room and clicked the door shut..
"Doctor."
Missy.
In that same authoritative tone she always uses around you.
"Do you have a few minutes to spare?"
Missy the Homewrecker.
You leaned on the wall as Missy took a seat on the large chair, her eyes fixed on you.
You heard her sigh before starting. "I'm going to be straightforward."
You swallowed.
"You need to spend less time with Megan."
You were about to open your mouth but she cut you off. Rude.
"I know you're only doing your job. But we both know—everyone knows—about Megan's feelings towards you. And I've been noticing a few things from you, doctor. I wasn't born yesterday to be blind to something obvious."
You met her eyes, she's really intimidating.
"Do you like her too, Doc?"
Shit.
Quick yn.. make up an answer that won't get you fired.. fuck, there's none. Let's just tell the truth.. one.. two.. fuck you Missy. Three.
"Yes."
Missy leaned back in her chair, clearly disappointed.
"I know what my contract says and it says no feelings attached. But I don't know, I can't help it Missy. I mean, have you seen Megan?"
Missy's mouth went agape and she raised her eyebrow in disbelief.
You took a step back and looked down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
She shook her head. "If you keep this up I'm gonna have to request a replacement. We can't have you falling for one of our members. We're already dealing with so much, don't add more."
"I'm not doing anything."
"Not yet. If you two started dating it's going to be chaos. Not just that, we're gonna have to try and keep you two a secret if that happens."
"Date? I'd never date Megan!"
"Now that's a lie, doctor. You literally just said "have you seen Megan" to me a minute ago." Missy said in a mocking tone.
The silence that stretched between you two was loud.
You were speechless.
"I'll switch you with Prelude's doctor if you don't lay-low with Megan."
You just nodded. But Missy can see your pissed face.
Her brows furrowed. "Don't give me that face, Doctor."
Oh for fuck's sake, why does this woman notice everything?!
"Harden yourself with Megan and the others for the meantime. You're dismissed."
"Thank you." You forced a smile before leaving the hotel room.
Promise.
Megan noticed your change of behavior for the next few weeks.
You were no longer the same comfort person she knew.
When she talked to you, you sounded more of a professional than a companion.
Yes, you were a professional.
But you never talked like a robot with her.
Like you're giving her prescriptions instead of comfort.
You were more kinder.
"What's wrong with you?"
You looked up at her. "What do you mean?"
"You don't sound the same anymore."
"This is how I always sound Megan. I don't know what you're talking about."
Megan blinked a few times, then spoke again.
"Did something happen with Missy?"
That name made you pause.
And Megan noticed it.
"I knew it. That bun really talked to you, huh?"
"Nothing happened, Megan. Don't assume too much."
"What did she say, hm? Did she tell you to stay away from me?" She stood up from her seat, frustrated.
"Megan, take a seat and calm down."
"I am calm, I just need answers. What did she tell you?"
"Megan for the last time." You slammed your pen on the desk. She flinched. "Nothing happened."
There was silence for a moment.
Then—
"You used to call me Mei."
Then she stormed out. Completely heartbroken.
It hurts to be something,
It's worse to be nothing with you.
You were already pacing in your office like a madwoman.
The knock on your door startled you.
"Not now!"
"You can't skip sessions with us, remember?"
Sophia.
You took a deep breath.
"Fine. Come in."
She stepped in, her expression neutral. But her brows gave it away. She was worried.
"You've been pacing."
"How long have you been outside?"
"Long enough." She approached your desk.
"Megan's crying."
That was a stab to the chest.
"I didn't mean to make her cry."
"She's in Manon's arms now. But I heard what happened." Sophia looked at you.
"Did Missy tell you something?"
You bit your lip and clenched your fists. "She told me nothing."
"I know you can't disclose anything with us. But all I'm asking is if you had a conversation with Missy. I'm not asking you to detail it."
Your guilty silence told everything.
"Do you like Megan, Doc?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
Sophia crossed her arms and chuckled. "Did Missy ask you that?"
You didn't answer.
"Come on, I won't say anything."
You went silent again. You were debating inside your head whether you should tell Sophia or keep your mouth shut.
"Can I trust you?"
"Anytime, Doctor."
"Yeah. Missy asked me that."
"And?"
"I said yes."
Sophia smiled.
"I'm not going to force anything out of you. But knowing Missy, she definitely told you to stay away from Megan."
"Worse." You shook your head.
Sophia dropped her arms, her expression softened.
"I know how you feel. You're scared to go against Missy. We all are. She has everyone on a leash. But if you really like Megan.." she trailed off, letting the sentence linger.
You looked at her, expecting her to continue. To give you a definite answer.
"If you really like Megan, you'd go against Missy. Even if it's just as a secret."
"Megan told us something and I think she's right."
"What did she say?"
"That you can't give us the comfort we need when you sound like a robot. Because I noticed it too. I've noticed the way you speak, not just to Megan, but to everyone. And I'm hurting too because we all want our old doctor back."
"I'm still me."
"No. You've changed."
"I'm speaking for everyone, not just Megan."
"Please come back to us, yn."
You swallowed hard. "I'll try."
Sophia made her way towards you and hugged you tightly.
"Did our roles reverse?" You laughed.
Sophia laughed too. "You needed it."
Too little.
You knocked on Missy's office, a little nervous.
"Come in."
When she saw you, she immediately stopped whatever she was doing. "Doctor."
"I'm not going to stay for long. But I want to talk."
"Go on."
"I know you told me to harden myself with Megan and the girls. I don't want to do that anymore."
"And for what reason?"
"I can't give them the comfort they need when I sound programmed. They need me soft, not hard, Missy. I'm a psychologist and a doctor, not a robot."
"I'll keep my feelings out of the way. I'm willing to change."
Missy blinked for a few moments. "Fine."
You were shocked.
Missy? Making up her mind just like that?
"But on one condition."
Of course there's a condition.
"Take a break for a week."
"Why?"
"You need it."
"No I don't—"
"Yes you do."
You wanted to argue. You really wanted to. But there's no room for argument when Missy's forcing you into a break.
"Okay. Just a week."
"You're dismissed."
You were packing your things in your office when Sophia walked in.
"I heard you're taking a break."
"Yeah, Missy told me to."
Sophia sighed. Typical Missy.
"Come back, okay?"
"Of course I would."
Lost my fight with fate.
One week later.
You made your way inside your office.
But when you opened your door, the sight shocked you.
There, sitting on what was once your desk, was a woman in a white coat.
She looked at you, confused. "May I help you?"
You looked at her name tag. Gabby.
Gabby? As in Prelude's doctor Gabby?
Your blood boiled in anger. "Where's Missy?"
You stomped angrily in the hallways, the staff who passed by didn't need to be told to get out of the way.
The scent of anger that radiated off of you was strong.
You kicked Missy's office door open.
"Paramo." You clenched your jaw.
"Y/N, I'm in the middle of something—"
"What the hell is your problem?" You slammed your palms onto her desk. "You forced me into a break and then you replaced me without my consent?!"
"I can't have a possible problem in this building, Y/N."
"I explained my side to you already. I told you I'm willing to change!"
"Y/N, if this is about Megan—"
"It's not about Megan, it's about the job!"
Silence. Missy just stared at you.
"Are we just a job to you?"
You looked behind you.
There, on the couch of Missy's office, were the six of them sat down.
Manon, Sophia, Yoonchae, Daniela, Lara, and Megan.
Oh Megan.
You watched Megan storm away, her eyes already red.
You looked back at Missy.
"See? I told you. Problem."
You let out a frustrated groan before running after Megan.
Too late.
"Megan, that's not what I meant! You have to listen to me!"
"Leave me alone!"
"Just hear me out, please! That wasn't what I was talking about!"
You watched her run towards an open room.
You sped up, but it was too late.
The door shut in your face.
You knocked frantically, "Mei, please!"
You pulled out your phone.
Then, footsteps.
You looked to your right.
Barton.
"You're gonna have to leave, Y/N. You don't work here anymore."
"Seriously? You too?"
"I'm sorry. I'm only doing my job."
Barton escorted you out of the building, saying goodbye to you one last time, his expression guilty.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this, Doc."
"I'll see you when I see you."
a/n: so.. Idk if I can post the new chapter for the Manon smau today cuz I'm busy but I dropped this here today because it's the one in my drafts!
synopsis: you were so stressed, being year 3 in interventional radiology, your two girlfriends, megan and sophia wanted to help you out.
pairing: g!pmasc!reader x megan & sophia
tags: reader is a nerd, p in v, blowjob, deepthroat, creampie, threesome, r is big, oral, cumming inside, fingering (s receiving), mommy kink, poly rs, etc.
an: I'm back guys! also I'm not that knowledgeable with interventional radiology so pls bare with me anon, i did the best i could..
After a long day at uni, you came home sluggish, immediately dropping your bag beside the door, the weight of it hitting the floor with a dull thud before you even bothered to straighten it. You slipped off your shoes right there, too tired to care about anything else, not even taking off your socks before walking straight to the coffee maker.
You had so much ahead of you, to the point that it didn’t even feel like you could breathe properly thinking about it. You needed to study. You had to prepare for your physical exam next week; your schedule was packed with clinical OSCEs, plus your internal medicine systems exam, and even your radiology spotter’s exam along with gastroenterology and endocrinology topics were all merging into one overwhelming blur.
You were bombarded with things you had to do. Stress tightening in your chest at how you were supposed to manage everything along with your clinical rotations, where every day felt like you were the one being tested.
You practically gulped down the coffee in just five minutes even though it was steaming hot, the heat barely registering anymore, like your body had already decided exhaustion mattered more than discomfort. Finally, you gave yourself permission to sink into the couch for a moment before you heard a click.
The door opened. Your eyes flicked up to the clock. Oh. Right. It was already 8:30.
Your gaze shifted down to Sophia first. She stepped in wearing her gap hoodie, rehearsal bag slung loosely over her shoulder, strands of hair slightly messy like she’d just come from moving nonstop all day. She smiled at you like softly. The smile that can lift off the weight off of your shoulders.
You smiled back automatically, tired but genuine.
Then Megan appeared behind her, just as exhausted, but her entire face lit up the second she saw you, like the tiredness didn’t matter anymore.
“Y/n!” she squealed, already moving before she even finished the word, running straight to the couch and throwing herself beside you. You barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around you tightly.
“It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever,” she murmured against your neck, her voice muffled, her body fully sinking into yours as sitting on your lap as she got comfortable like she belonged there.
“Guys, what did I tell about bags and shoes on the door? I told you to put it on the rack,” Sophia said, though there was no real anger in her tone, just the habit of saying it like she did a hundred times before.
“Sorry, Soph,” you answered without much energy, one hand already moving to lightly pat Megan’s back. “I was gone for a day. You know I’m very busy.” You murmured against her forehead.
“One day is forever,” Megan retorted immediately, like it was the most obvious truth in the world.
“How’s your day, baby?” Sophia asked then, walking over and sitting beside you on the couch, leaning in to kiss you. It was slow and tender, almost enough to pull you back out of your own head. Megan didn’t even move, just rested her head more comfortably on your shoulder like it was her spot.
“I’ve been stressed honestly,” you admitted after a second, exhaling. “I have a lot due this week and next week. Tomorrow I’m gonna review the whole day, might pull an all-nighter.”
Between OSCE stations, system-based exams, and trying to remember every possible presentation in gastroenterology and endocrinology, your brain already felt overloaded and fried, like everything was stacking on top of itself.
“Awe, we can help you review if you want,” Sophia said softly, her hand moving to your cheek, thumb brushing there gently like she was trying to ease the tension out of you.
“Yeah but I think Megan would just whine and—” you started, joking a little despite everything, before you got cut off.
“Yeah continue that and I’m gonna kill you,” Megan retorted instantly, lifting her head just enough to glare at you.
Then she bit down on your shoulder.
“Ouch!” you yelped, immediately grabbing the back of her head to stop her.
Sophia laughed at the two of you, shaking her head, used to the chaos.
“Well, we—I can help you review tomorrow,” she said, still smiling. “We don’t have rehearsals.”
She tilted her head slightly toward you, softer now. “I just hope we don’t somehow stress you out further, right Mei?”
“Yeah, yeah, but I can't help you with your readings." Megan mumbled before kissing your cheek.
"I know." You smiled at her.
Later that night, Sophia was downstairs cleaning up after the three of you—plates in the sink, soft clinks of the glass, the quiet hum of the water running in the background. Megan went down the stairs slowly, hoodie slightly oversized on her frame, pausing when she saw Sophia in the kitchen.
“Soph?” she called, walking over before leaning her weight against the counter like she wasn’t fully committed to standing yet.
Sophia turned her head over her shoulder. “Yeah? I thought you’re with Y/n?”
“She’s like passed out right now,” Megan said, shrugging a little. “I think she’s really tired and sleepy.”
"Hm."
There was a short pause between Sophia and Megan, only the sound of water and dishes between them.
Megan played with the drawstring of her hoodie, twisting it between her fingers like she was thinking too much about something she didn’t know how to say out loud.
“I was actually thinking about something,” she added quietly.
“Hm?” Sophia hummed, drying her hands on a towel before fully turning to face her, attention shifting immediately.
“You know,” Megan started, hesitating just slightly, eyes flicking away for a second before coming back, “maybe… we can like, help her out.”
Sophia tilted her head, confused, arms crossing loosely in front of her chest. “We would, though? Like help her review tomorrow."
Megan shook her head a little. “No, I mean—yeah, but like… actually help her out.”
"Tell me."
"I'm so fuckin' tired," you grumbled as soon as you got through the door, kicking off your shoes and placing them on the rack just like Sophia always told you to, not wanting to make her upset. Your bag followed, dropped carelessly onto the couch.
“Soph? Megs?” you called out, frowning when you noticed how quiet the house was. “Where are you guys?”
“Bedroom!” Sophia’s voice echoed back.
"God I need some touch." You muttered under your breath, you headed upstairs, already dragging your exhaustion with you. The moment you opened the bedroom door, you stopped.
The room was dimly lit, warm and soft. Candles flickered along the edges of the space along with the lamp glowing gently in the corner. The air smelled like floral scents. It was calming. Megan was in bed, buried under the blankets, her head tilted lazily toward you.
“Whoa,” you said with a tired chuckle. “What’s all this?”
Before you could step further in, the door clicked shut behind you causing you to turn.
Sophia was there, leaning lightly against it like she’d just been waiting for you to arrive.
“What’s going on?” you asked again, slower this time, head moving between her and Megan.
“We were waiting for you,” Sophia said simply, pushing off the door and walking closer. She was wearing a red colored robe, tied loosely on her waist. “You look like you’re about to collapse.” She whispered, her hands settling on your shoulder.
“I am about to collapse,” you admitted, rubbing your face. “I just don’t understand why the room looks like… this.”
Megan lifted from the bed, revealing the pink robe she was wearing, the silky fabric matching with Sophia's. "Well, you've said you've been stressed."
Sophia moved back from you, crossed her arms gently. "So, we have a little surprise for you." Megan added, her hand grabbing yours, leading you to the bed before pushing you against the soft mattress. "Stay." Sophia said in a sultry yet stern voice.
"Okay." You breathed out, your eyes moving in between the two of them. You watched as they smiled at each other—they had plans. The both of them removed the knot of the robe, revealing the matching lingerie they had underneath, making your breath hitch.
"O-okay. Wow." You couldn't stop yourself from staring back and fourth. God did bless you with these two girls.
"Figured, why not help you relieve some stress?" Megan smiled before crawling towards you before stopping just above your waist.
"Do you like it?" Sophia asked. "The lingerie, I mean."
"I fucking love it."
Stars trucked was an understatement. You felt Megan unbuckle your belt while Sophia made her way beside you, kneeling down before kissing you. You felt Megan trace the outline of your dick against your boxers, making you gasp against Sophia's tongue, giving her an opportunity to shove her tongue inside your mouth. You both fought for dominance before she pushed your chest back, laying on your torso, blocking your view of Megan.
"I can't see Megan, Soph." You said, your hand brushing against her thigh. "That's the point." She whispered against your ear before licking your earlobe. Then, you heard Megan throw your pants somewhere, the metal of the belt clanking as it hits the wooden floor. You were already so hard, and the image of Megan sucking you off was in clear display in your mind. You felt Megan slowly take off your boxers while Sophia was kissing down your jaw, marking you.
You felt Megan's warm hands wrap around your shaft, making your hips buck. Your hold of Sophia's thighs became tighter, all while she keeps on marking you. "Fuck." You huffed. "Shh." Sophia whispered. "We've got you. Just relax, baby."
"Yes mommy." You whimpered as Megan licked from your base, up to your tip before bobbing her head down as she plays with your balls. "Oh—" You buck your hips against Megan's mouth, making your dick go deeper inside her throat making her gag. But to your surprise, Megan just took you deeper. "Oh Meg—fuck mommy." You threw your head back at the pleasure. Sophia smiled against your skin before making her way down your throat as she started to grind against your torso, wanting to have some pleasure of her own.
On the other hand, Megan was struggling to take you whole, not even half way in but your tip was already reaching her throat, leaving her no choice but to pump the rest of your dick. Her eyes were watering but she enjoys giving you head.
"You're doing so good baby." Sophia whispers against your ear. "I'm cumming! Oh—Megan—" Your hips jerked up one last time, shooting your load deep in her throat while Sophia whispers sweet nothings against your ear.
"Jesus—" You moaned as Megan sucked your tip one last time before letting go. "Feel good?" Sophia asked before getting off you. "Yeah, you guys' turn." You answered with a smile before Sophia shook her head, causing your smile to drop. "We're in charge."
You groaned as Megan sunk down on your cock slowly, inch by inch. She still hasn't adjusted to your size, neither has Sophia. 9 Inches is a lot to take. You felt how Megan squeezed you to tight, her moans loud against your ear as she adjusted herself on your size. "You're so big." Megan whined.
Sophia was beside you guys, her eyes stuck on where you and Megan was joined, her fingers slowly working inside her. "Yeah, we still can't adjust. You stretch us out so big, baby."
Once the pain of adjusting had subsided, Megan began rolling her hips deliberately. It was painfully slow, "Mommy, please.." You whimpered, your cock throbbing inside her. With that, Megan began moving up and down, her rhythm slowly getting faster. "Oh my god. Oh you're so big." A loud moan emitted from her Sophia as she watched the two of you. Your conscience couldn't take the way Sophia was working on herself, so you took your left hand to replace hers, pumping two fingers inside her easily. "Oh you're so wet, mommy."
"Just for you, baby. The two of you. Yes, fuck!" You doubled your efforts on Sophia as Megan does on your cock. You felt her walls pulsate signaling that she was close. "You feel so good." She whimpers, burying her face on the crook of your neck. "Filling me so good."
Megan's cunt squeezed around you even more, while Sophia was squirming beside you. You felt Megan's teeth sunk in your shoulders before a loud whine came out of her throat. "Fuck! I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum.. oh—" Megan shook on top of you, "Oh yes, you're tightening around me."
"Faster, baby. Please." Sophia moaned, her hand flying to hold your forearm. "Please, please."
"Ah—I-m gonna cum—" You moaned, the movement of your hand slowing down.
"No! No.. not inside I'm not on birth control—"
"Move, Megan." Sophia tells Megan, while the younger removed herself on top of you. You winced at the loss of contact and with being edged before Sophia sank down in one move, both of you moaning at the contact. God she was even tighter as she was on the edge too. Her movements were sloppy, bouncing on your cock as hard as she could, "You're gonna cum for mommy? Hm?" She whispers.
" F-Fuck yes, mommy. Gonna cum inside you." You whispers against ear when you felt her walls strangle your cock, causing you to cum right there and then. The feeling of your cum fill up her wound made Sophia cum at the same time. "Oh yes, you fill me up so good, baby." She murmurs, catching her breath.
The three of you spent the next minute trying to calm down from your high, your cum dripping down your thighs along with Sophia as Megan laid down beside the two of you.
After about 10 minutes, the three of you cleaned up before changing. "Shit." You practically ran outside the closet to look at the clock, seeing 10:51 PM. "Oh fuck. I haven't reviewed yet."
"We'll help you, don't worry. We made flashcards and other things we saw." Sophia emerged from the bathroom with a small smile, followed by Megan.
"Yeah, but I don't think I'll be able to stay up that long." She says with a yawn before jumping on the bed, laying down on your lap. "You look like a puppy." You chuckled as you look down at her. She just shrugged before grabbing your hand, wrapping it around herself. You looked up at Sophia as she walked over to you, "Don't worry, I'm gonna help you, m'kay?"
"Okay, mommy." You teased her, "So mommy code—" Sophia shuts you up with a soft kiss before rolling her eyes as she pulls away, seeing your stupid grin.
"can you keep the robe on like megan?" you asked Sophia as she was walking back to the bathroom. "Why?" She asked, her brows furrowing. "Nothin' you just look so hot."
I DID THE BEST I COULD OKAY next fic might be megara, nerdy!puppy!megan, or studnon idk i might do a roulette..
there is no humbling experience quite like reading your own dialogue out loud to see if it flows properly and realising you have apparently never once heard a human being have a conversation
