rafe has always been close with his sister...(part two)
c/w: incest, some dubcon touching & a kiss from rafe, both of them are more or less drunk, 18+ mdni!
wc: 1.3k
previous part & moodboard
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It’s well past 3 am when they stumble through the front door— wobbly on their feet and drunkenly giggling about some stupid joke Rafe had muttered while fumbling with the keys. Yet another party her big brother had dragged her into, and if it weren’t for his hands on her hips guiding her upstairs right now, she’d wake up the entire house tumbling down the stairs when she’d inevitably loose her footing.
“Rafe, m’never going out with you again. Told you I wanted to leave like two hours ago,” she complains the moment they make it to her bedroom; her feet aching and head spinning.
“‘N she’s complainin’ again. I mean, my apologies for wantin’ to—to show m’little sister a good time,” he huffs, peeling off the shirt that’s beginning to stick to his skin. “Don’t even try t’act like you didn’t have fun.”
“Well, yeaah, but now m’sooo tired and gross and I need to shower and…” she yawns around the rest of the words; hand on his bicep for balance while she kicks off her shoes.
“Don’t— don’t need to worry ‘bout that, told you I’d help you out, yeah?” he slurs, already beginning to tug down the zipper of her dress.
“Nooo…can’t shower yet. Need to take m’makeup off first,” she blabbers, brows pulling together as if he’s just committed some heinous crime, making him roll his eyes before he’s searching through her vanity for makeup remover.
And despite her drowsy resistance about wanting to shower alone, Rafe manages to drag her into the bathroom (after wiping her face clean) anyway — the thermal water soaking through her fatigued limbs feeling entirely too good for her to push him away when he corners her behind the shower curtain, its printed seashells beginning to twirl against the cream-colored material when she stares at them for too long.
And she’s almost starting to believe he’s truly doing all of this for altruistic purposes; thoroughly washing her hair for her and making sure to coat the strands with a generous amount of conditioner afterwards.
But when his soapy palms mindlessly glide along the wet skin on her tummy— inching closer and closer towards her tits, she realizes that she was wrong. However, she’s far too out of it to care, and upon noticing the fact, he’s letting his eager paws grope at the squishy flesh; covering them in the foamy shower gel in the process.
Only when his thumb is smoothing over a sensitive nipple, does she blink away the haziness blurring the lines of what a brother should and shouldn’t do to his sister. And at first, her dozy complaint doesn’t even reach his ears because he’s entirely too focused on the way her tits fit perfectly in the palms of his hands, wondering how it would feel to—
“Rafe…can you not do that?” she suddenly takes a tentative step back.
“Hm? Jus’ makin’ sure you feel all nice ‘n clean,” he drawls out, seemingly confused before he’s tugging her closer with a hold on her waist. “Can you wash my hair next?” he pleads; an abrupt attempt to distract her intoxicated brain.
“I can barely stand and you want me to wash your hair? Can’t even reach your head when you’re a fucking giant.”
But when he leans down for her, she reluctantly begins to lather the shampoo into his roots— gaining a delighted grunt from the back of his throat when her fingers absentmindedly dig into his scalp. However, with the new position, he’s now eye-level with her tits; soap bubbles and water droplets trickling down the smooth skin, and with his thoughts muddled, he’s unable to resist the allure for very long before he’s gravitating towards them.
“Rafe, stoop,” she stumbles backwards when she feels the flat of his tongue laving over the valley of her breasts.
“M’sorry.” But he doesn’t seem all that sorry, not when he looks up at her under his lashes, offering her an inebriated grin— something nauseating coiling in her belly in response.
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When they finally make it out of the shower, he insists on patting her dry, the foggy mirror saving her the absolute mortification of having to watch her brother’s eyes skim across the expanse of her bare skin during the unnecessarily long process.
“Let me take care of m’favorite sister, yeah?” he croons when he’s tugging down the hem of her sleep shirt afterwards — a shirt that just so happens to be stolen from him, the worn fabric apparently softer than anything of her own.
She’s unsure as to why he’s suddenly being so nice, but she’s not exactly complaining when his uncharacteristically gentle fingertips daub her face with her night cream when they sit down on her bed— making sure to rub the moisturizer into her forehead as well. And she thinks he almost looks cute like this; brows furrowed in concentration, flicking her nose with a sleepy smile when he’s finished.
“That smells so fuckin’ good,” he groans after applying a layer of chapstick to her lips; his heady gaze fixed on the action of her rubbing them together, something she’s too dozy to notice.
“I know, right? I looove anything vanilla-scented,” she gushes over the product while placing the rest of the skincare on her nightstand.
“Can I— uh, try it?” his question sounds innocent enough, but she should know better.
“Of course,” the naive girl fully expects him to uncap the lip balm once more but instead, he’s suddenly grabbing her jaw into his massive hands and pressing his mouth against hers— swallowing her surprised squeak before she’s quickly pulling away.
“Rafe, you promised you weren’t gonna do that anymore,” she whines, but the way her button-eyes blink up at him — the betrayal so tangible — lures him in to do it again; smearing their mouths together with a satisfied hum before she’s shoving at his shoulder.
“Ray, m’serious, it was one time,” she lets out an annoyed huff.
“Calm down, m’lips were jus’ dry, alright?”
“You could’ve just— nevermind, m’too tired for this right now,” her attempts at putting some much needed space between them prove to be futile when he just follows her under the covers— acting as if he doesn’t hear her muttering how he should sleep in his own bed for a change.
“Listen, m’sorry, okay? Don’t like when you’re mad at me,” he ignores her protests and nestles his face into her neck, nose soon nudging her throat and eliciting a somnolent giggle from her.
“Ray, stop. You’re being annoying,” she tries to swat his hands away when his fingers suddenly begin to poke and prod at her sides because he knows how ticklish she is.
“Yeah? Tell me you forgive me then.”
Involuntary laughter bubbles from her chest when she shakes her head and squirms in his arms— desperately trying to wriggle away, but he’s much stronger and she’s no match. And when she grows even louder, he’s forced to slap his palm over her mouth to muffle the noise.
“Shut up, Sarah’s gonna wake up ‘n tell dad we were out late again,” he hisses, suddenly remembering how his other sister is sleeping on the other side of the wall, nonetheless continuing his attack when she attempts to escape once more.
“Stop tickling me then,” she manages out between fits of laughter, uncomfortably writhing in his hold because she hates when he does this. However, she quickly realizes he’s not planning on stopping anytime soon, and the feeling is quickly turning into something unbearable, more or less forcing her to finally let out a sigh in defeat. “Okay, okay, I forgive you— whatever, jus’ let me sleep.”
His breathy chuckle fans the expanse of her neck before he finally relents, but when she tries to shift away from him, he merely tucks her closer against his naked chest; large palm slipping under the hem of her shirt to splay over the expanse of her stomach to keep her right where she is.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs into her hair, tone suddenly desperate, needy. It makes her swallow around the knotted coil in her throat before she reluctantly gives up altogether— entirely too exhausted to put up a fight when sleep is already dragging her into its dreamy embrace and she feels so warm like this.
Pairing: Mommy!Wanda x Fem!Reader
Summary: Heat and sand has gotten you a little fussy. Luckily, Mama knows exactly what you need.
Content Warning: Mommy kink, age gap, light ageplay, semi-public sex, fingering (R receiving), dry nursing.
Word count: 2k
A/N: probably not a normal response to a heatwave, but i've done it anyway. i'm not sure if the appropriate term here would be ageplay or infantilisation but who really cares when you get to suck on some titties!!!
The sun pours over the secluded cove like warm honey, thick and unrelenting. Golden sand stretches in gentle curves, glittering where the tide has recently pulled back, and the ocean rolls in with lazy, rhythmic sighs. Salt hangs heavy in the air. Far down the beach, colorful umbrellas dot the shore like scattered jewels. Occasional voices drift on the breeze, laughter and shouts that make your stomach tighten with nervous heat.
You’ve been sitting in the sand for close to an hour now, having finished the ice cream Wanda bought you. At first the beach was fun. You’d only ever gone rarely, and it was always a treat seeing Wanda in whatever pretty thing she’d decided to wear.
But you were growing more uncomfortable and whiny by the minute. Fine grains of sand had gotten into your sandals from the moment you stepped onto the beach, clinging stubbornly to your damp skin and scratching behind your knees. Mystifyingly, they’d even worked their way under the edges of your tiny bikini bottoms.
Every shift feels irritating and wrong. A whine builds in your throat before you can stop it. “Mama, it’s everywhere,” you complain, voice small as you brush uselessly at your thighs. The grit only spreads. “I can feel it rubbing. It’s so hot… I wanna go back to the car.”
Wanda turns from adjusting the large striped umbrella, her auburn hair catching the light in soft waves, almost glowing. Her white cover-up flutters against her body, outlining the generous slope of her hips. A familiar indulgent smile curves her lips, the one that always makes your cheeks burn and your thighs press together.
“Oh, my poor little baby,” she purrs, stepping close enough that her shadow falls protectively over you. Her fingers brush sand from your cheek with such tenderness that your eyes water. “Already fussing? Come here, let Mama take care of you before you get all burned and cranky.” She gently guides you back towards the beach lounger, and you petulantly follow her under the umbrella’s shelter. The fabric snaps softly overhead as the breeze tugs at it.
Wanda takes a seat on the edge of a lounger and pulls you firmly between her knees. A sweet coconut scent blooms when she squeezes a generous amount of sunscreen into her palm, warming it slowly between her hands. You shiver when her slick palms glide over your shoulders, pressing the lotion in with long, firm strokes that melt into your overheated skin.
Up your back, down your arms, and then back up.
Her thumbs sweep across your chest, circling your nipples through the thin bikini fabric until they tighten into aching points. Heat pools in your lower belly, a whine trapped behind your teeth. Embarrassment and desire twist together until they’re indistinguishable.
Anyone glancing this way would see only a woman helping a girl young enough to be her daughter. They could never guess how fast your heart races or just how slick you already are between your legs.
Wanda tips your chin up with a smile. You try not to squirm when she spreads lotion across your nose and cheeks with careful touches. “There we go. Can’t have my sensitive girl turning pink on me.” A blush rises to your cheeks when she taps your nose.
Then her touch moves lower, smoothing over your stomach and then around to your back. When her hands reach your ass, her touch slows, kneading the flesh while her fingers dip just beneath the bikini line. A fingertip traces along the sensitive crease where upper thigh meets cheek. Your breath catches.
“Such a fussy baby today,” Wanda murmurs, voice warm against your ear. “All that whining about sand. Mama knows what you really need, doesn’t she?”
By the time she’s finished, your skin glistens with sunscreen. Every inch feels warm, oily, far too sensitive from her teasing touches. Wanda pulls you down onto the lounger, and you let yourself be treated like a doll as she arranges you across her lap, your back pressing flush against her chest. Your legs drape delicately over one of hers, leaving you open and vulnerable. A passing breeze makes you shiver.
The distant voices feel closer now. Your pulse flutters with worry and excitement.
An arm wraps securely around your waist. Her free hand slips straight beneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms, almost making you jump, and then two warm fingers glide through your folds, finding you hot and embarrassingly wet. The contrast between the gritty sand still clinging to your thighs and the smooth heat of her touch pulls a soft whimper from your throat.
“Mama…” you breathe, grasping her forearm weakly.
“Shhh, baby. Let Mama play with her needy little girl,” she murmurs soothingly, lips barely brushing your ear. Her touch is firm, teetering on cruel, but it feels so good all you can do is nod dumbly.
Wanda’s fingers move with devastating patience, circling your clit in slow, sticky loops, then dipping lower to push inside you. Two fingers slip inside, easily stretching you open with a wet sound that makes your face flame. The heat of the day, the sunscreen, your own arousal, it all mixes into something filthy and overwhelming.
You can hear people in the distance. A couple walking nearer than you’d like. Their voices carry on the breeze.
Your body tenses even as your hips rock subtly against her hand. “Someone might see,” you whisper shakily, the worry sharp and thrilling in your chest.
“They won’t see a thing,” Wanda reassures, curling her fingers deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. “Just a sweet girl resting on her Mama’s lap.” Her thumb presses firm circles on your clit, matching the rhythm of her wrist, and you whine as heat thrums in your belly. Her chest is pressed softly against your back, breath warm against your ear as she keeps that steady, relentless rhythm.
Sweat beads along your skin, mixing with the coconut lotion and sea salt. Everything feels slick, overheated, and far too sensitive. The worry sits hot in your chest, someone could look over any second, but it only makes the pleasure in your belly sharper.
“All that fussing over a little sand,” Wanda teases softly, the edge of her voice making you whine, “and now you’re dripping on my fingers like a helpless baby. You should’ve just told me you wanted your silly little pussy fucked.”
“Mama, please…” you whimper, almost begging now, turning your head toward her neck as much as the position allows. The scent of her skin, of sunscreen and salt, fills your lungs. Hot pleasure coils tighter and tighter. “It feels too good… I’m gonna—”
“Go on,” she whispers, voice low and encouraging. “Cum for Mama, baby. Let it happen.”
Your orgasm crashes over you in heavy, shuddering waves, not unlike the sea surging against the sand. You bury your face as best you can into the curve of her neck and shoulder, muffling a broken cry as your walls clench rhythmically around her fingers.
Wanda’s fingers slow, gentling her thrusts into long, soothing strokes that carry you through your peak until the tremors begin to fade. Your breathing stays ragged, body limp and twitching against her. She keeps her fingers buried inside you, barely moving now, just a gentle presence while you catch your breath.
The ocean keeps its steady rhythm. Distant laughter floats by. Your skin feels sticky everywhere. Sweat, lotion, arousal. Your mind feels deliciously fuzzy like TV static.
But Wanda doesn’t seem to be finished.
After a few tender moments, her fingers begin moving again, slower this time, deeper. She curls them deliberately against that sensitive spot inside you while her thumb returns to your swollen, sensitive clit with light, teasing pressure. A gasp is wrenched from your chest, the fullness bordering on overstimulating.
The pleasure builds gradually, almost lazily, like warm ocean waves lapping higher and higher. It feels biting, like it’s riding the heels of your last orgasm. You whimper, a keening sound, hips twitching in Wanda’s lap. “Ah… Mama, ‘s too much…”
“I know, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “But my little girl can take a little more, can’t she? Just breathe and feel how nicely Mama’s fingers fit inside you. My sweet baby.”
Your second orgasm takes its time. It simmers low in your belly, spreading outward in slow, pulsing waves. Every curl of your Mama’s fingers sends sparks up your spine. Your thighs tremble. Soft, helpless sounds keep slipping from your lips as the pleasure deepens and tightens into a knot.
“That’s it… let it build nice and slow for Mama. Feel how full you are? My perfect, needy little baby. You’re going to cum again just like this, my pretty girl.”
When it finally breaks, pleasure rolls through you like a long, powerful tide. Your whole body tightens in Wanda’s grasp, and then melts, a deeper release than the first that leaves you shaking and gasping in her lap.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, still hot on the heels of the first. Wanda smiles, kissing your temple through every ripple of pleasure, murmuring soft, soothing words until you finally go boneless against her. Only then does she gently ease her fingers out.
Your limbs are slack, feeling full of sand, and you’re utterly spent. Sticky, hazy, trembling, exactly the way Mama loves you most. Wanda brings her fingers to your lips. You suck them clean drowsily, tasting yourself mixed with sunscreen and salt, too tired to fluster at your own taste.
You stay like that for a minute, pressed against Wanda, catching your breath with your face tucked against her chest. The need for closeness grows stronger, your brain foggy with childlike need. Slowly, sleepily, you turn in her lap until you’re facing her more fully. Your nose nudges at the front of her cover-up, seeking the warmth of her skin through the fabric, then slips lower to brush against the swell of her breast.
Wanda lets out a soft, pleased hum. “Does my baby want to nurse?” You nod against her, already tugging weakly at the fabric, and Wanda smiles, pushing your hand away gently. “Let me, baby.”
She slowly pulls down the front of her bikini so her full, soft breasts spill free into the warm air, dusky pink nipples already pebbled from the breeze and her own arousal. You nose at her sweet-smelling skin before your lips latch onto her right breast, a needy little sound escaping you the moment your mouth closes around her nipple. A deep, soothing calm washes over you instantly as you suckle.
Background anxiety about sand, strangers, and everything else melts away like butter, and soon there’s only warm skin against your tongue, and Wanda’s soft sighs of pleasure.
A hand cradles the back of your head while the other strokes slow circles along your bare back and thigh. “There we go… nice and slow,” she murmurs, voice thick with affection. “You look so pretty when you suck on Mama’s tit like that.”
You hum around her nipple, eyes fluttering half-closed. The taste of her skin, slightly salty from the sea air, grounds you completely.
“Love you, Mama,” you mumble during a brief breath, voice small and drowsy.
“Mama loves you too,” Wanda murmurs, guiding your head gently to her other breast. You paw at her chest as you latch on again, cheeks hollowing with lazy, sleepy suckles. Her heartbeat is steady against your cheek, nipple warm and wet between your lips. Every suckle sends little waves of contentment through your tired body, and they start to slow without you noticing.
She rocks you ever so slightly on the lounger, letting you remain latched as the afternoon light turns golden and the waves keep their endless lullaby. “We’ll stay right here as long as you need,” she promises quietly, tracing lazy patterns on your thigh. “My little beach baby. Rest now. I’ve got you.”
The ocean breathes in and out. The umbrella flutters overhead. You drift in that warm, hazy space where nothing exists except Wanda and the steady beat of her heart against your cheek.
Tags: step-mom Wanda, Dubcon, fingering, oral (r receiving), praise, mommy Wanda, implied age gap
“M-mommy… We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whimpered, your stepmothers fingers buried knuckle deep in your dripping pussy. Her body pressed yours into the corner of the couch, kissing and licking up your neck as she curled her fingers slowly.
“It’s okay baby, remember what I said last time?” Your stepmothers voice was so soothing and as you looked at her you couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was, even in your situation. Wanda’s fingers curled inside you again making your back arch with her. “I asked you a question pretty girl.”
Racking your brain you answered, “that, um… that all mommy’s made their little girls feel good?” She kissed your forehead and smiled, “Yes! Such a smart girl. Don’t you like when mommy stuffs your needy pussy?”
She knew how embarrassed you got when she talked dirty like that which only made you squirm more. “Mommy please…” she cocked her eyebrow at you before continuing to mark your neck. “Mommy, need you… I wanna cum.”
Wanda’s fingers rewarded your honesty by starting to pump inside and out of you. “Thankyou baby for telling mommy what you wanted. What would you do without me hm? Who could take care of your needs.”
She didn’t expect you to respond, already whining into your arm and squirming on her fingers. Pulling up your shirt she admired your tits, taking one nipple in her mouth as she fingered you. “Mommy, wait, I’m gonna- mommy!”
You tried to get away from her but Wanda only held your hips down with her spare hand. “Be still baby, you can cum whenever you want okay? Will you let me make you feel good?” With what little strength you had you managed to nod.
Wanda quickly adjusted so she could wrap her lips around your clit as her fingers fucked your sore pussy. It didn’t take long until you were tipping over the edge calling out Wanda’s name as your thighs squeezed around her head.
She released you when you tried to pull her away from the overstimulation which she allowed. Pulling her fingers out she kissed up your body slowly. “Such a pretty girl, so good for her mommy. I just wanna keep you all to myself and never let you go.”
Her lips connected with yours and she led an intense kiss as you tasted yourself on her tongue. “Mommy can we go to bed? I’m really tired.” She smiled as you struggled to talk and backed up from you.
“Yes baby we can go to bed, but mommy needs you to clean you up okay?” Your words of protest feel apart as her tongue cupped against your folds. Wanda had been teasing you for so long you felt sore and throbbing. Your hips couldn’t keep still as her tongue drank your previous release out of your dripping pussy, savoring the taste of you.
She continued for another five minutes, only stopping because you had started crying and saying it was too much.
Wanda loved having the house just to the two of you, carrying you to her husband where your father was gone on a work trip. Tucking you into bed before crawling in next to you. And sense you were such a good girl she let you suck on her chest until you fell asleep.
sweet girl who slept with craig once and waddles out of his room at smurf's wearing a random t-shirt she found in a clean clothes bin (popes) and a random pair of boxers (also popes).
stumbles out all wide-eyed into the living room where all of the boys are meeting and softly asks craig "do you wanna get breakfast with me?" :)
craig is so tempted to say yes, something he has absolutely never wanted to do before. but he's annoying and has an image to keep up, so he denies you. biting your lip all shy, a small mumble of "oh okay" as you ring your hands together. You sneak a quick peek at craig's handsome, unsettling older brother and give a tiny, embarrassed smile as you shuffle a bit, your scrunched socks (also popes) falling down a bit.
pope doesn't even know what possesses him when he stands.
"i'll-i'll go with you." outstretched hand and awkward tight lipped smile as he nods and walks toward you, jingling his truck keys in his pocket; not looking back.
reader who likes to suck on something because it helps her sleep and gets fussy when dadbf / uncle pope pulls his thumb out of her mouth :‹
𓊆 cw: fauxcest, dadbf / uncle pope, slight ddlg, he calls you 'little girl', fluff, suggestive themes, oral fixation 𓊇
you'd whine and throw little tantrums whenever he so much as adjusted his position. pope couldn't bring himself to scold you because it was his fault for spoiling you in the first place.
when he did have to put his foot down because he had to make a quick trip to the toilet, he'd give the back of your hands little 'taps' — not hard enough to cause you any pain, just a reminder to listen to him.
when pope had to use both of his hands to work on something, you'd opt to nibble on the muscles of his forearms or biceps. you'd drool all over his shirt and jeans and he wouldn't mind, as long as you're happy. he'd just gently stroke your forehead, praising you.
"does that feel good, sweet girl?"
"you're being such a good girl, sugar — letting dad / uncle do his work."
"so cute. . ."
and when pope would get call from baz (he's already annoyed — what could be so important that he's calling at this time?) telling him to come over smurf's for a family meeting. he'd glance at you currently suckling on his thumb, your hands encircled around the thickness of his wrist, and your legs wrapped around his torso. your eyes were fighting to stay open to keep watching your tv show.
pope shook his head, his mind already made up.
"i can't, man — got a little girl to look after." ♡
Summary: You wanted to win your stepdaughter over. To earn her trust, get on her good side—to please her. And that pleases her.
Pairing: Stepdaughter Wanda Maximoff x Stepmom Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Tags/Warnings: 18+ fauxcest/stepcest, smut, top Wanda, bottom reader, age gap (Wanda is around 20-25 while reader is 38-45), emotional manipulation, depictions of parental violence, grief/loss, noncon taking of photos, toxic Wanda (she hates you so much)
Author's Note: I am just so hyperfixed w stepdaughter Wanda that I had to post this so advanced after posting it just yesterday on Patreon. I am posting this so that you can ask requests or ask questions for this AU.
This won't be a continuous series. Instead, it'll be a collection of standalone fics, which is why this one is...relatively short.
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Wanda first heard your name three months ago, when her father called her at college to say he'd met someone. She'd shrugged it off then, used to his short-lived flings after her mother died, figured it would fizzle out like all the rest. She didn't bother asking who you were.
She got home for spring break to find your shoes by the front door and a framed wedding photo on the mantel in the living room. The bottom dropped out of her stomach—her father never even told her it was happening. This wasn't a fling. You'd moved into her mother's house, taken her mother's place, and no one had asked her what she thought.
The front door slammed so hard the photo frames rattled on the walls, making you jump where you were stirring pasta on the stove. Erik was in his office, so it was just you downstairs when Wanda trundled her suitcases up the steps, stopped dead in the entryway when she saw you standing there in her mother's kitchen. Her face went white, then sharp, all the pieces clicking into place faster than you could speak.
"Who the fuck are you!?"
You held out a hand to calm her down and she knocked it away, the spoon clattering to the floor, red sauce splattering up the front of your shirt. She didn't apologize, she just stood there shaking, hatred blazing in her eyes like you'd already broken everything she ever loved.
Erik burst through the door two minutes later, having gotten Pietro's panicked call from his room down the hall. He grabbed Wanda's shaking shoulders, trying to pull her into a hug, but she wrenched away, yelling that he'd lied to her for six months, that he didn't care what she wanted anymore. Pietro finally stepped forward when his father's face flushed red with frustration, his grip on Wanda's arm slipping as she tugged hard enough to make his father stumble. He called her name soft, hesitant, reaching out to wrap both arms around her shaking shoulders from behind to hold her back.
Wanda fought him hard, heels scrabbling against the hardwood, but Pietro's always been stronger, built for the soccer he plays year round. She went limp in his hold eventually, chest heaving, hot tears spilling over that she refused to wipe, her eyes locked on you where you still stood by the cold stove, not moving an inch.
It's been two full months since that first fight and the cold war in this house never really ends—she just learned to fight quieter, especially when her father is not around to step in for you.
She never bothers rinsing her dishes, just leaves them caked with old food on the coffee table when she storms out. Her dirty laundry piles up by the washing machine, overflowing onto the floor, and she expects you to pick it up and sort it like she's your spoiled child you never asked for.
Last Saturday you stepped into the bathroom at 6 A.M. to find vomit pooled by the toilet, splashed up the side of the tub, and she'd already stumbled to her room and locked the door, snoring loud enough you could hear it through the wood. You had to clean it up alone, the acrid smell sticking to your clothes for hours. She has been out all night again and got home earlier this morning.
And there were times that you always woke up to girls slipping out the front door at dawn, their shoes clicking quiet on the hardwood like they're afraid to be caught. More often than not, Wanda doesn't even walk them out—just stays curled behind her locked bedroom door, leaving you to make awkward small talk with hungover girls who don't know what to call you. When she does see them out, she leans in the doorway of her room, one bare foot propped on the frame, and stares right through you the whole time. She doesn't say a word, just holds that cold, deadly look until the door clicks shut behind the girl, then turns and slams her own door hard enough to rattle the walls.
Every small or big mess, every cold silence, is a reminder you're still the intruder who broke into her life.
And now, another fire has started between you and your stepdaughter.
Pietro leans back in his chair, still laughing with his dad about something that happened on his team. You glance at Wanda, who hasn't spoken a word at dinner, picking at her asparagus like it personally offended her. You clear your throat soft, leaning forward a little to include her.
"I was just wondering—did you ever play any sports? Your brother has always been so obsessed with soccer."
Wanda's fork stills halfway to her mouth. She lifts her eyes slowly, pinning you where you sit, the corner of her mouth twitching into a cold, sharp smile.
"Why do you care? You're just gonna insert yourself into every part of my life anyway, might as well get all the details from dad."
Your husband sets his fork down with a quiet clink, opening his mouth to scold her, but you reach under the table to touch his wrist, shaking your head once to stop him. Wanda watches the gesture, her smile dropping into that familiar cold, tight line, jaw set hard enough to see the muscle tick.
"I'm done. I'm going out." She pushes her chair back slowly, half her dinner still untouched on the plate.
Pietro tries to smooth it over, leaning forward to call after her as she grabs her jacket off the back of the chair.
"C'mon Wands, don't leave, mom was just—"
Wanda stops on her track, her back going rigid. She doesn't turn around, doesn't say anything for a long ten seconds, and you can see her shoulder muscles tightening under her sweater.
"Mom?" She smirks, wanting to laugh at what she just heard his brother say. "She's never gonna be my mom." Then, she looks at you straight in the eye, stepping closer from where you sat, her finger pointing at your face. "You, you are never going to be my mom. You hear that? You're never gonna be my fucking mom so stop pretending like you are!"
Erik grabbed Wanda's arm before she could step back and when she tried to pull away, his hand snapped out and struck her across the cheek.
You gasped and pulled your husband back, your heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat. Wanda stumbled, one hand pressed to her stinging cheek, eyes wide with shock before the hurt hardened into cold, unforgiving hatred. She didn't cry, didn't make a sound, she just stared at his father like she didn't even recognize him anymore.
She spins around her cheeks streaked with hot tears she doesn't bother to wipe away. Her chest heaves and the anger rolls off her so thick you can almost touch it, every muscle in her body coiled tight like she's ready to fight the whole room. She yanks the door open and doesn't look back before slamming it shut.
Pietro shoves his chair back, grabbing his own jacket and yelling back at his twin.
A block away from the house, Wanda spins on her brother, eyes still red, voice cracking. "You calling her mom now? How could you do that? How could you both just forget mama so easily?"
Pietro stepped closer to her even when she flinched back, his voice soft and guilty. He says he hasn't forgotten their mother, he could never forget her, it just slipped out and admitted that he has been calling you that for sometime now—mom. You're here now, you're nice to him, you make dad happy again after all these years of him just being hollow and sad. Wanda shakes her head, backing away further, like his words are something dirty she can't let touch her.
She crosses her arms tight over her chest to hide how much she's shaking, hot tears spilling over faster now that it's just the two of them. She can't believe he's already taken your side, that he's okay with replacing their mother with some stranger who showed up six months ago. She spits that you're not family, you'll never be family, and if he can't see that, then he's just as much a traitor as their father is.
You will never be her mom, she will never ever call you that.
As for you, you'd chosen to step back. No more trying to earn your stepdaughter's affection, no more pushing to become part of her life. Instead, you stayed on your side of the house, keeping your distance for the entire time she would be there.
So...who would've thought that your side of the house would end up in your stepdaughter's bed?
A flash of her phone camera blinds you for a second. You were shaking and naked, almost close to passing out. The photo captured the slick mess of cum between your thighs that looked like glitter.
Her palm slaps hard against your swollen, slick cunt over and over, making you jerk and cry out into her pillow, your whole body trembling under her. She laughs low when you whine, grabbing your hip to hold you still for another stinging blow.
"Get up. Dad's gonna be home in twenty minutes and you still have dinner to cook. Don't forget to pick up my laundry on your way out."
cw : dark!Baran , she’s mean as hell , kinda Pervy Baran , mommy kink , manipulation , she spanks u , reader is a 3rd year medical student , age gap (r! Is in her 20s Baran is in her 40s) , minors do not interact !
— had a little too much fun with this ! May turn this into a little series. Part 2
Mean!Baran Al-Hashimi is so mean to her little crybaby!gf :(( Like, she can’t help how turned on she gets when she sees the tears welling in your eyes when she tells you off or doesn’t praise you for your hard work :(( being an MS3, you were desperate for her validation and praise, but she didn’t hand it out easily.
Mean!Baran is using her position over you, I mean, what would people think if they knew an MS3 was sleeping with her attending? Oh, what happens when Baran flirts with Trinity or Garcia in front of her, crybaby!gf? You excuse yourself and cry in the bathroom feeling so pathetic and worthless. Of course Baran follows after you and comforts you, arms wrapping around you and kissing your head.
Mean!baran catches you getting too friendly with Javadi, so that night at home she bends you over knee and spanks you. By the time she’s done with you, you’re a sobbing, shivering mess. Her aftercare is impeccable she makes sure to check in on you because she knows how deeply you drop. She can see your eyes glossed over and you not being with her fully. She gets you water and some ointment and rubs it on your ass, makes sure you drink, and puts one of her shirts on you.
“I'm sorry, Mama didn’t mean it."
“I know, angel, but Mama had to teach you a lesson. Can’t have you getting away from me and forming these silly ideas of leaving me.” You curl into her lap and place your face into her neck, nodding, agreeing with her.
“Would never leave you, Mama." Tears start to spill from your eyes, and Baran knows that she’s got you forever. Now she has to find a way to get you thrown out of med school! So you can fully depend on her, of course, she’d never tell you that.
18+ asking mommy! wanda to suck your tits dry humping involved
you’ve had your lips wrapped around her nipples for quite some time now, just gently suckling. it’s become a thing you do with her almost every night - helps you relax and wind down after a long day of big thoughts.
and you think it must feel so good because every time your lips attach to her sensitive buds she sighs, moaning softly as she covers your forehead with kisses.
your brows pucker and you whimper inaudibly at the noises she makes. she looks so happy and warm and tingly. you want to feel good too :(
you reluctantly take your mouth off of her wet nipple and peer up at her, lashes fluttering. “mommy?”
she makes a little sound at the loss of contact, eyebrows pinched. her features soften when she sees the look on her little girl’s face. “what is it, baby?”
your eyes are fixed on her boobs, the task of asking her feels daunting to the point you can’t even look at her face. “c-can you read my mind?”
she faintly smiles, smoothing her fingers over your hairline. “use your big girl words, sweetheart.”
“i can’t.” you pout, your hand twisting in her half worn shirt. you get so shy asking for what you want, even though you know she’ll most likely say yes.
“cmon, bunny. tell mommy what you need.” she assumes you want her to play with your pussy because one of your hands is pressed on your inner thigh. she doesn’t know the reason your so achy is because you’re thinking about her tongue swirling around your nipples.
“c-can you do it to me?” you mutter, your skin turning pink.
she tilts your face up towards her gaze, tracing your temple “do what, baby?”
“what i was doing…” your cheeks are full blown red now, your pupils jittering as you avoid her gaze.
“you want mommy to suck on your boobs, hm?” she wears a half smile on her tinted lips, loving the reaction her mere presence has on you.
you sigh softly “uh huh…please.”
she kisses your forehead once more before gently tracing your tank top, pulling the strap down with light touches. her hands reach around the back of your bra and she removes the clasp, rubbing your back in circular motions. “such a good girl for asking mommy so nicely.” she discards your bra, laying it on the sheets next to her for later.
“ohhh, what a pretty little girl,” she murmurs, squeezing your plump flesh with her warm fingers.
you let out a shaky breath when her lips connect with your right nipple. she hums around it, feeling it harden in her mouth.
you whimper when she sucks a little harder, her red hair lightly scratching your skin. both of her hands cup your boobs upwards, squeezing and massaging the area as her tongue licks over your nipple, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “ohh - mommy.”
she moves over to your left boob, attacking your skin, her mouth wrapped around as much as she can fit in, lips suctioning on and off in little plops.
then she sinks her teeth in, nibbling and gazing up at you while your body wriggles. her own exposed nipples rub against your stomach and your hands find her hair, almost methodically playing with each strand, trying to ground yourself as the ecstasy swallows you whole.
wanda’s lips widen around your skin, seeing you so worked up over this is vertigo-inducing. she adores how sensitive you can be. “mmh, you like that, puppy?”
“…y-yes, mommy.” you mewl, shyly smiling back down at her. you gasp softly when she nibbles harder and you rock your hips up, grinding on nothing.
she coos, pushing her leg forward so you have something to let out your pent up energy on.
you hump her thigh happily, dragging your soaked pussy against the fabric of her pants. she shifts her knee every so often, making your clit pulse as your brain tries to override the cataclysmic pleasure hacking your system.
“tell mommy how good it feels, baby,” she whispers loudly, rubbing circles around your hipbones.
“f-feels s’good, mommy,” you moan, clutching on to her abdomen, signaling for her to pull you closer.
she wraps her hand around youu, pulling as close as she can so that she can still mouth at your boobs. she squeezes your waist, patting it with three taps as if permission for you to come undone.
and you don’t really have a choice. the pressure on your clit bubbles into soft mush as you let go, your legs shaking when you weakly ride out the last few motions you have left in you.
she swirls her tongue around your nipples as you come down, pecking the skin all around it. “good girl…that’s it.”
you twitch when she pulls her leg back, and she squeezes your flesh softly before pulling your tank top back up and laying beside you, stroking your side.
you press your face into her bare chest, humming contentedly as you nuzzle further into her. she pets your hair in long strokes as you breathe lazily on her tits.
your mouth begins to find it’s way back to her nipple and she exhales slowly as you start suckling.
“that’s it, sweetheart. let mommy have her turn again.”
a/n - idk why but i feel like the concept of things sound sm freakier in my head compared to when i write them
You whined at the feeling of her strap buried deep inside, somehow everything you were feeling was x100.
“Poor baby, can’t even think right now huh? Mommy gets you a little high and you become a desperate slut.”
It was true, you had smoked a little in the past but this night Wanda just kept making you take hit after hit. Now you were in her bed, pussy full of her cock only able to watch the smoke swirl in her room.
Her hips pressed deeper into you making another whine escape your lips. You watched her take a long drag of her joint before leaning down and blowing it in your mouth.
Wanda’s eyes never left yours, staring into your soul as you inhaled the smoke from her.
Setting the joint know Wanda grabbed your hips and began slowly thrusting into you immediately gaining a reaction. “W-Wanda, stop, this feels weird.”
A small slap echoed making you flinch, a new hand print of your thigh. “That’s not my name baby” which earned a corrective mommy from your lips.
As she sped up your hands tried to push Wanda away, only able to make Wanda laugh at your struggle. “Calm down sweetie, mommy just wants to play with your pretty pussy. You know I’ve been waiting to finally get you like this.”
“wa- mommy please, gonna cum-!” Before you could finish Wanda snuck a hand down to rub on your clit while speeding up her pace.
summary: cassie mckay is your mom dana evan’s coworker and best friend. she moved next door when you were just 17 and you developed a crush on her the moment you laid eyes on her. when you were a little older, you discovered that cassie has this little rule— she won’t be with anyone under 21. after not seeing her for two years and now that you’re about to go into your senior year of college and nearing 22, you decide to tease her on the fourth of july.
warnings: 18+ age gap (reader is 21, cassie is 42), smut, minor angst, fluff, flirting, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (c!receiving), daddy kink, mommy kink, brat!reader, guilty!cassie, jealous!both, femme!reader, reader has a tramp stamp, mention of reader having daddy issues
characters included: natalie scatorccio, dana evans, victoria javadi, trinity santos, dennis whitaker, samira mohan, mel king, harrison ashcroft — (there’s a couple more pitt character mentions but they’re brief)
word count: 17k
a/n: this was inspired by a mcvadi post i saw a few months back about cassie having a rule about not being with anyone under 21 so they get together after vic turns 21. the age gap may make some people feel uncomfy, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it!! this is going to be a series, but the rest won’t be written for a few more months as i already have a lot of wips, but i wanted to post this part now in honor of the fourth ❤️💙🤍
Your life changed when you were 17. That was when Cassie McKay moved next door.
Cassie McKay is a coworker and friend of your mom’s. Your mom, Dana Evans, knew that Cassie was looking for a new place, so when the house next door went on the market, your mom suggested it to Cassie. Not too long after that, Cassie moved in with her son Harrison.
From the moment you met Cassie you were attracted to her. At the time, you were still exploring your sexuality, and Cassie really solidified things. You quickly developed a crush on your new neighbor.
She’s much older than you—she’s actually closer in age to your mom than she is to you. Cassie’s also an addict (though, she’s been in recovery for almost a decade now), a doctor, a mom, and not to mention your mom’s best friend. The reasons why you’d never be with Cassie are endless.
But a few months after you turned 18, something happened that gave you hope.
One night, you and your best friend Natalie Scatorccio got totally wasted at a party. It was one of your last parties before you left for college, so you really partied hard. Five shots in and half an hour of dancing later, and you and Natalie wanted to leave.
Since you were both drunk, neither of you were going to drive. Natalie didn’t have anyone trustworthy to call, but you did. You actually had multiple somebodies to consider asking to pick you and Nat up.
You’re the youngest of four daughters. Your oldest sister Louise lives an hour away and had two toddlers at the time, so she wasn’t an option. Your second sister Leah happened to be at a club when you called, and she wasn’t in a state where she could drive either. And your third sister Bella was away at college in New York.
None of your friends were an option since they were all also at the party. You didn’t want to have to call your mom and face the lecture she would give you. Your dad is a deadbeat you cut out of your life when you started high school, so he never even crossed your mind. The only other person you could think of was Cassie.
You called her that night and she picked you and Natalie up, no questions asked. She dropped your friend off first, then drove you home with her. Cassie ended up having to pull over twice so you could puke.
On the way home, you begged Cassie not to tell your mom. You felt bad about putting Cassie in the position where she had to lie, but you were scared shitless about how your mom would react to her perfect angel getting totally trashed. Reluctantly, Cassie agreed to stay quiet, but warned you that she would tell your mom if this happened again. She also told you she was proud of you for asking for a ride even if you could get in trouble for it instead of driving drunk.
Usually, you were fairly responsible—you were actually the designated driver most of the time. You’ve always been known as the mom of the group. People could count on you. Even though you’re the youngest child, you still carried a lot of responsibility. That’s why you getting trashed was so shocking to Cassie, and why she assumed it was going to be a one time thing.
By the time Cassie made it to your guys’ neighborhood, it was almost 1:00AM. Your mom had to cover a night shift, so luckily you didn’t have to worry about sneaking in the house. Cassie pulled into her driveway, and then walked you next door to your place. By that point you were more sober than when Cassie picked you up, but you were still definitely wasted.
On the car ride over, Cassie lectured you on the dangers of drinking from both a medical perspective and a personal one. It was annoying to hear, but you listened anyway. The stories Cassie told you about her personal negative experiences with drinking were actually interesting.
When she dropped you off at your front door, Cassie started bombarding you with hangover cures and doctorly advice. Time felt exponentially slow as she talked, alcohol still filtering through your body. Eventually you zoned out, focusing on how close was Cassie to you and trying to memorize every detail of her face underneath the dim porch light…
“Hellooo?” Cassie said as she realized your attention was elsewhere. “Are you even listening to me?”
“S-sorry,” you sputtered out. Your eyes dropped to Cassie’s lips then, slightly parted and looking so delicious. “You’re just… distracting.”
“Me?” Cassie asked with a chuckle, confused as to what was going through your mind.
“Yeah,” you confirmed. Your eyes flickered up to hers before you gaped at her lips again. “I was wondering what you taste like,” you boldly admitted to Cassie in a whisper, your body leaning closer to hers as her eyes widened in realization.
Cassie had never, ever looked at you more than her friend and coworker’s teenage daughter. Sure you were technically an adult now and were mature for your age, but the thought of even looking at someone still in their teenage years was absolutely disgusting to her.
Cassie always tended to go for younger people though. Chad, Harrison’s dad is four years younger than Cassie is, which isn’t a huge difference, but a difference nonetheless. When Cassie was 38, she hooked up with a 21 one year old woman and even that was pushing it for her.
Not too long after that, she met someone on a dating app who was really into milfs. The girl’s profile said she was 23, but come to find out, she was actually 19. Cassie discovered this before they slept together and broke contact with that girl once she found out the truth. Going forward, she gave up on dating apps and silently vowed to herself to never be with anyone who can’t legally drink.
Even after you flirted with her, Cassie couldn’t see you in a romantic or sexual way—she wouldn’t let herself. She wasn’t even around you much anyways. Cassie always knew that Dana, your mom and her coworker turned best friend, had four daughters and saw pictures occasionally. When she moved next door, she finally met you and only interacted with you briefly, usually in groups. Since then, she’s really only caught glimpses of you.
Those quiet moments where your mom and Cassie are hanging out at home and you venture past the living room to the kitchen for a drink of water or a snack. The short interactions before and after babysitting Harrison. When you’re in a group setting with her. The few times you’ve had dinner as a trio with her and your mom. When Cassie returns something she borrowed, or when you do the same on behalf of your mom. Really, the most time Cassie had spent with you without your mom was when you guys watched a movie after you babysat Harrison for her one time.
Still, she cared for your wellbeing.
Cassie was quiet for a long while after you made that drunk flirty comment, and the courage the alcohol in your system was giving you started fading. You were worried you majorly changed things between you and made things irreversibly awkward. Likely, Cassie was going to shut you down because why wouldn’t she?
But then she said something that took you by surprise.
“Honey, I don’t date anyone younger than 21,” Cassie stated to you plainly. There was no flirtatiousness or suggestiveness to her tone, but it still made you hopeful.
“Oh.” you gasped stupidly in surprise. “That’s— so… that means—”
“You’re too young right now.”
That night, Cassie didn’t say anything else to you after those five words.
She made sure you got inside your house safely before heading to hers next door. That night Cassie went to bed hoping that you would have no memory of your brief conversation. Despite her wishes, you did.
Neither of you brought up either of your admissions. You never really hung out with Cassie in the first place. Usually, you would see her in passing or if you babysat for her son. Because of that, it was hard to tell if Cassie was ignoring you or if you weren’t seeing her because you never saw her much prior to your drunken night. It seemed like she declined your advances gently, but you still held out hope for it to turn into something more one day.
Unbeknownst to you, Cassie was trying to avoid you. She still looked at you the same; as your mom’s kid. After you went to college, you would cross Cassie’s mind occasionally, but not much.
The first time you came home was the summer after your first year of college. It was then that you became harder for Cassie to forget. Dana, a proud mom, would tell Cassie stories about you and show her pictures. Slowly, she became more invested in your life. It always made her sad to hear how well you were doing.
When you went away to college in New York, Cassie was the last thing on your mind. But when you come back home for the summer, all of your feelings for her come rushing back.
You hadn’t seen her in almost two years. Last year, you didn’t see Cassie at all when you came home. She and Harrison went on a road trip that summer, and when you came home for Christmas, she was staying elsewhere with family.
You are now going into your senior year of college. Your sisters are busy with their lives, so it’s just going to be you staying with your mom this summer. You and your sisters Leah and Bella were just in Miami for a few weeks to kick off the summer.
You flew home last night, just in time for the Evans’ annual fourth of July barbecue. Though, it’s not really annual because there have been a few years where your mom has to work.
She usually invites some coworkers, Cassie included. She told you that this year there’s going to be people from her work closer in age to you. Apparently, there’s even a med student who’s younger than you that’s coming. Your mom said you would like her, and she told you in secret that she thinks the 20 year old is crushing on Cassie.
You had no right to be jealous at that, but you couldn’t help that you were. Since going away to college, you’ve dated, had hookups, and you were even in a relationship for almost a year. Yet, the thought of someone else even liking Cassie made you sick with jealousy.
At least this girl is 20—officially too young for Cassie to pursue. You, however, are 21 now and haven’t seen Cassie since two summers ago. You wonder if she’ll think you look different than how she remembers. If she’ll look at you different.
According to most, you physically matured at 16, your facial structure and body not changing much since then. Your style has stayed pretty consistent, upgraded a tad, but your hair is much shorter than it was two years ago.
Right before leaving for Miami, you got a fresh summer haircut. The only other notable change is the tramp stamp you got last spring break. Since the barbecue is also a pool party, you’ll get to show off your usually hidden ink.
You think about what swimsuit to wear for the party as you apply light makeup—nothing too bold for today. An hour ago, your mom finished setting up the barbecue with your help. From your bathroom, you can hear the sound of the backyard gate opening and closing along with faint chatter, guests starting to arrive.
Your heart races at the thought of Cassie coming. After all these years, you still have a silly little crush on her. That’s why you’re putting extra effort into your look today.
After you’re satisfied with your makeup, you head to your bedroom. You walk straight to the dresser and pull out the bathing suit that came to mind. Then, you use the mirror hanging against your door to make sure everything looks okay.
You’re wearing a bikini in your favorite color. The top is rather revealing and the bottoms cheeky. It’s definitely not your most scandalous swimsuit, but it’s far from conservative. If Cassie weren’t coming, you honestly probably would’ve gone with a suit that covers up more skin.
On top of your two-piece swimsuit, you throw on a mesh crochet coverup. You run your fingers through your hair and do a quick check in the mirror, vainly making sure you’re satisfied with your appearance. Before you head downstairs, you grab a clear lipgloss and apply it, giving your plump lips an extra shine.
Once you reach the backyard, a couple people have already arrived. You look around the yard and recognize the two fabulous nurses Princess and Perlah. Leah’s here too, chatting with your mom with her boyfriend at her hip like a puppy. Your stepdad Benji is here now, having to fix an electrical grid across town beforehand. You always thought your mom would end up with a woman seeing that she tended to lean towards girls, but you’re glad she found a good guy who makes her happy.
You approach your mom and sister. You last saw Leah last night since you were on the same flight back home to Miami, so you don’t have any catching up to do. You chat for a few minutes before Leah’s pulled away, greeting an old friend who came.
You’re left standing beside your mom, the summer heat buzzing and carrying the scent of sunscreen and chlorine. Folding tables are set up on the patio, snacks sitting on top of them. You’re pretty sure Robby is going to grill once he gets here.
“That’s Javadi,” your mom says, pointing a girl out who’s sitting beside the pool with a purple bikini, her feet dipped in the water.
“What’s her first name again?”
“Victoria.”
“I’ll talk to her sometime today.”
“I want you to have friends here,” Dana tells you. “Since you went away for college, you haven’t really kept in touch with your friends from high school.”
Your mom wasn’t wrong. You really didn’t have friends here anymore—not close ones anyway. Natalie never went to college and still lives here. You DM occasionally on Instagram, but you’ve drifted apart.
You assume the reason why your mom is so adamant about making new friends here is because she doesn’t want you to move out of state. You go to college in New York and you instantly fell in love, appreciating how lively and diverse it is. There’s definitely downsides and aspects you don’t like, but you enjoy living in the busy city.
“I know,” you tell your mom. “I promise I’ll go talk to them, okay?”
She gives you a nod, getting the hint that you don’t want to keep talking about this. “I like that coverup,” your mom tells you, gently tugging on the yarn on top of your shoulder. “Did you get it in Miami?”
“No, I actually got it a month before.” You smirk then, gently tapping Dana’s forearm with your elbow like she does to you. “So I would have it in Miami.”
Dana lets out a small chuckle. “Well I like it. It looks cute on you, hon.”
“Thanks,” you reply with a genuine smile.
“You definitely got my pretty genes,” she teases, then looking over your shoulder.
“I sure di—”
“Cassie!” you hear your mom call out, waving her over.
Inch by inch, you turn around and see her. Cassie. And she’s coming your way.
Her hair is darker than you remember, now a brunette with red undertones instead of ginger. And her face. God, her face.
You’re drawn to her blue eyes, her crow’s feet faintly visible from where you stand as she smiles at your mom. Cassie’s eyes flick to yours then, her smile slowly falling. She looks up and down your body as you do the same to her.
A blank tank top hugs Cassie’s figure, paired with blue jean shorts. There’s a golden chain resting on her chest, the same one she’s been wearing since you first met her. You can tell she’s been working out lately, her arms subtly more sculpted. Your eyes drop to her beefy thighs, looking at them far too long. When Cassie’s in arm’s reach, you look up again, her gaze already fixated on you.
“Kid,” Dana says, addressing you and patting your shoulder. “You gonna say hi?”
“Huh?” You whip your head to the side, your brows knitting together as you stare at your mom. “Oh!” you exclaim, your brain catching up. “Sorry, uh, yeah,” you turn to Cassie, “hi. It’s been a bit.”
“It definitely has,” Cassie says, sucking a breath behind her teeth. She folds her lips together, her dimples pressing into place. “So… what have you been up to you?”
You shrug, not having anything notable to share. “School and boring stuff like that.”
“How about you?”
“Same except work instead of school.”
“We really need to get out more,” you say with a laugh, Cassie chuckling as well.
When your laughter subsides, Cassie awkwardly nods, trying to think of something else to say to keep this conversation going. You rack your brain trying to come up with something interesting to tell her.
“I just got back from Miami.”
“Yeah, your mom told me,” Cassie replies, briefly looking at Dana before focusing on you again. “Did you have a good time?”
“I did. I’m still a bit jet lagged though. We went snorkeling, and this guy even offered to take me jet skiing.”
“Did you take him up on that?”
You nod with a smile, remembering that day. It was less than a week ago. “I may have,” you say, a sly expression on your face. “He offered so why not? After he asked me if I wanted to grab drinks, and I declined. After he showed me his jet ski, he was of no use to me,” you half-joke.
“Smart girl,” Dana tells you, a proud smile on her face. “Don’t go off with random boys.”
“He was actually in his forties, mom.”
“Still,” she exclaims, raising an arm to emphasize her point, “don’t run off with grown men either.”
“I promise,” you reply somewhat sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you do.
“Damn, you’re gone for two years and you’re running off with grown men now,” Cassie says with a tight chuckle.
“Nothing that means anything,” you tell her, one of the corners of your mouth twitching upwards into a smirk.
“Good,” Cassie replies lowly, a small grin of her own spreading across her face.
“What was it… two summers ago since you last saw each other?” Dana chimes in.
“I think so,” you answer.
“Oh, yeah. I went on that roadtrip with Harrison last year.”
“Where is Harrison? Is he coming?”
“Oh, he’s at his dad’s this year,” Cassie tells you, her voice slightly bitter at the mention of her ex.
“When do you have him again? I haven’t seen that kid in a long ass time. I bet he’s grown a million inches.”
Cassie chuckles and nods, her lips curving up softly as you ask about her son. “He’s definitely grown,” she confirms. “He just turned 12, so it won’t be long before he’s taller than me,” Cassie says with a sigh. “And I get him next Monday. I’m sure he’d love to see you.”
“Aww, perfect.”
“Jeez, kid, you sound like a mom excited to see her kid right now,” Dana jokes to you.
“I was his babysitter for a whole year and took him to the zoo and park when I wasn’t even babysitting him, I will gladly take the title of honorary second mother.”
“Better her than Chloe,” your mom mumbles under her breath to Cassie.
Cassie snorts at that and nods before looking back to you. “We’ll make sure to stop by next week. When are you free?”
“Literally anytime. I’m just here to relax this summer. No work. No school. No plans.”
“Alrighty,” Cassie says, an awkward pause then lingering until Dana speaks.
“Sweetie, why don’t you go in the pool and talk to Java— Victoria?” your mom suggests, breaking the silence.
You turn around and spot the girl sitting on the steps of the pool, barely submerged. Beside her is Samira Mohan. You recognize her from the last two Evans’ Fourth of July parties. Samira’s really sweet and easy to talk to.
“Okay,” you tell your mom as you look back to her.
“You remember Samira, right?”
“Yup. You introduced us, mom.”
“It’s important to socialize,” she replies. “I don’t want you cooped up at home all summer, ya gotta make some friends.”
You roll your eyes, not even considering arguing. “Okay, I’ll go over.” You start to take your coverup off, pulling it over your head as you add, “no promises.”
Dana glances up and down your body once the coverup is off, Cassie too. She doesn’t say anything though, instead she just says, “have fun, kid.”
You give a playful salute before turning around and walking to the pool. Cassie’s eyes are glued onto your back, slowly dropping her gaze to your half covered ass. Her lips are slightly parted, in awe of you.
The way your hips sway and every inch of your skin on display makes Cassie’s mouth water. She feels disgusting looking at you like this, but she can’t bring herself to look away either. Cassie hasn’t seen you in two years, and now she’s seeing almost all of you—both a blessing and a curse.
“Jesus,” Dana mutters under her breath, pulling Cassie out of her thoughts. “Her loving all the skimpy bathing suits is how you know that’s really my kid because I was the same way when I was her age.”
Cassie chuckles awkwardly at your mom’s comment. The words “that’s really my kid” and “when I was her age” hold weight that Dana didn’t intend. A reminder to Cassie about how wrong it is to want you like that.
The party’s been going on for a little over an hour now, and the backyard is packed with people. You’ve been talking with Samira and Victoria pretty much this whole time. You’re wading in the shallow end of the pool with them and three other doctors who work with your mom. Trinity, Dennis, and Mel.
Trinity had just finished telling you and the rest of the group about another one of their coworkers named Yolanda Garcia who isn’t here at the party. After a casual arrangement, the two are now officially together as a couple. Because of that, the whole emergency department is aware and talking about it.
“She stays over even more now,” Dennis, Trinity’s roommate and one of her best friends, complains.
“Suck it, Huckleberry.”
“She’s mean!”
“Stop being annoying then,” Trinity bickers, giving Dennis a side eye. “And I’ll tell her to get off your ass,” she adds, “only so I don’t have to hear your complaining anymore.”
“Thank you,” Dennis replied, a satisfied smile on his face which only makes Trinity roll her eyes, though you can spot a faint smile tugging on the corner of her lips.
“So are there any other workplace romances?” you ask.
“Samira might be bagging an attending,” Victoria says, giving her a knowing smile.
“Which attending?” you inquire curiously.
“Abbot,” Victoria answers.
“Abbot?!” you exclaim. “Jack Abbot.”
“Shhh, lower your voice!” Samira hushes you, quickly glancing around you guys to ensure no one else was paying attention.
“He’s not even here,” Trinity points out.
“Jack?” you repeat, your voice near a whisper now. “I’ve known that man since I was a kid,” you reminisce. “He gave me $200 as a high school graduation gift, and he once dropped off food for me and my mom when we were sick. He’s a good guy.”
“He is,” Samira agrees, a small smile on her face. “Lately it’s been a little flirty.”
“A little?” Trinity says sardonically, arching a brow.
“Quite a lot actually,” Mel corrects, earning a smirk from Trinity.
“Okay, whatever,” Samira says, brushing it off, although with a small smile on her face. “Let’s move on from me.”
“Crash?” Trinity asks Victoria as she turns to look at her.
“Oh. Me? Nothing’s going on.”
“Not even with McKay?”
Your heart stops for a brief moment as Cassie’s name comes out of Trinity’s mouth. You were already hooked in this conversation, but you’re fully invested now.
“What? McKay?!” Victoria exclaims, her voice a little high.
“It’s buzzy as fuck between you,” Trinity states. “Plus you have mommy issues.”
“Trin!” Victoria whisper shouts as she slaps Trinity’s arm with the back of her hand, water splashing up as she does so. “I guess she’s hot, but that would be weird to date her. It’s not something I’ve even thought about before.”
You don’t know Victoria well enough to know if she truly hasn’t ever considered dating Cassie or if she’s lying in an attempt to hide her true feelings. Either way, you’re bothered that she called Cassie hot. You have no right to be, but you are.
“Whatever you say,” Samira skeptically replies in a sing-song voice.
The conversation continues, slowing flowing into a new topic. You’re only half-listening, still stuck on the thought of Cassie dating Victoria. But then Mel says your name, your eyes finding her and your attention focusing back onto the group.
“Hm?”
“I asked if you want anything to drink. I’m going to grab some water and a Capri-Sun for Trinity.”
“Oh. Thank you for the offer. I think I’ll come with you.”
Mel smiles at you and you return it. The two of you walk through the water all the way to the steps of the pool. When you guys get out, you’re dripping wet on the cobblestone. You walk with Mel across the lawn to the cooler.
On the way, you pass by Cassie. She has a can of Coke in her hand and is leaning against a pillar chatting with Langdon. You give her a smile, and she does the same. Her eyes stay on you even after you walk past her.
You don’t have to turn around to know that she’s looking at you. Cassie’s stare burns into your back as you come to a stop in front of the cooler. You bend down, your knees straight, and open the ice chest.
“A Capri-Sun and water?” you ask, turning your head behind you to glance at Mel.
“Yes, please.”
You smile and give her a single nod. As you start to turn your head back to the drinks in the cooler, you lock eyes with Cassie. She looks mad almost. Her jaw is stiff, her eyes are dark, and her grip around the soda can is starting to crush it.
Sharply, you draw in a breath and look away. You grab a Capri-Sun and mini water bottle as requested, and a can of Sprite for yourself. When you stand back up, you hand Mel her and Trinity’s drinks.
“Thank you.”
“Of course,” you reply with a sweet smile.
“Are you coming back over?” Mel asks you, pointing to the pool.
“Um…” You glance around the yard, your not so subtle way of seeing if Cassie is still looking at you. You make eye contact with her for a split second, now knowing that she was still staring. Then you survey the rest of the yard before looking back at Mel. “I think I’m going to chat with other people for bit, but I’ll catch you guys later.”
“Okay,” Mel says with a soft smile, “have fun. I’ll see you later.”
Smiling, you nod a silent goodbye. Once Mel’s back is to you, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. But then you spot Cassie again, your body tensing under her aggressive gaze.
Your mom walks up to your side then and swings an arm around your shoulder, breaking whatever silent standoff you and Cassie were having. She has a piece of watermelon in her free hand and pops the juicy fruit into her mouth.
“So? Did you kick it off with Victoria?” your mom asks as she swallows the watermelon.
“Yeah, she’s sweet.”
“Told ya.”
You scoff with a smile visible on your face. “Whatever. I also like the rest of them,” you tell your mom, pointing at the group in the pool you were just with.
“Good to hear, sweetie…” her voice trails off as she gets distracted by something. “Hey, McKay!” Dana calls out, waving her over.
Cassie excuses herself from her conversation with Langdon and strides over to where you and your mom are. Her eyes flicker to yours briefly before focusing onto Dana at your side.
“What’s up?”
“I just remembered that I forgot to bring the bean bag toss out. It’s sitting in my garage. Do you think you and y/n can set it up over there?” Dana asks, pointing to an empty stripe of the lawn. “Benji’s helping Robby grill, and I was just on my way to make sure those two aren’t about to set a fire.” Her voices lowers then, a humorous tone to it. “My back is also killin’ me, so I don’t want to do anymore heavy lifting.”
“Yeah, sure,” Cassie tells Dana with a polite smile.
“Kid?” your mom asks you, her voice stern.
“I got it, mom,” you say with a small groan.
She kisses the side of your head before unwrapping her arm from around you. Then, before walking away, your mom says, “you guys are my heroes!”
Cassie looks at you for a split second before turning away. “Um… I can do it myself if you don’t want to.”
“I’m the host,” you reply, striding to the backyard door, Cassie right behind you. “Well, kind of. It is my house and I helped my mom set up.”
Cassie hums in response, following you through your house. She already knows the way, but she lets you lead her. Cassie’s eyes keep finding your ass, each time only staring for a few moments before guiltily looking away. But she swears it’s like you’re a magnet, and she ends up ogling again.
When you enter the garage, you look around, not sure where exactly the bean bag toss equipment is. Cassie on the other hand, heads straight towards the back corner of the garage, so you follow her. There you see two corn holes and a brown bag resembling a potato sack besides them, the beanbags instead.
You open the outdoor freezer kept in the garage as you pass it and pull out a cherry popsicle. You pop it open and walk over to Cassie, the sticky and sweet red treat in your mouth.
“So,” Cassie starts, her hands on her hips as she assesses how best to carry everything, “how has college been?”
“Fine,” you reply simply.
Cassie hums in response and bends over to pick up a corn hole. “That’s good.”
“Mhm,” you hum back as you pick up the bag of beanbags.
“Are you dating anyone?” Cassie casually asks, her eyes glued onto the corn hole.
“Not right now,” you answer as you adjust the sack of beanbags in your arms, then licking the cherry red popsicle.
Cassie stands, taking notice of the ice-cold treat between your lips. She watches as your tongue teasingly darts out to lick up the sweetness, and you watch her do so. When Cassie catches herself staring, and then realizes you’re staring at her staring, she looks away and clears her throat.
She looks back to you after a beat and sees what you’re carrying. “You’re not gonna help me move these big ass corn holes?”
“I just got my nails done.” Cassie scoffs at that, but then stills when you ask, “you wanna see?”
You set the beanbags down, and then with the hand not holding the popsicle, you extend it out to her. Cassie carefully drops the corn hole and walks over to you.
She glances up at you before looking down to examine your nails. Cassie cautiously places her hand under yours, lifting your hand so she can see the design better. They’re red with blue and white polka dots.
“Cute,” Cassie says as she looks up at you to meet your gaze, her hand still on yours.
“I got them done a few days ago,” you tell Cassie before popping the cherry popsicle into your mouth, tiny crystals shimmering across its surface and leaving your lips red and shiny.
“Why are you eating a popsicle right now?” Cassie asks as she drops your hand.
“Because it’s sweet, and I wanted to.” You pause for a brief moment before adding, “don’t you want sweet things sometimes?”
“I have self control,” Cassie answers, then stepping back from you to pick up the corn hole again.
“I’m still helping,” you say, adjusting the sack of beanbags so you’re holding the heavy bag more comfortably.
“Barely,” Cassie says, giving you a flat stare before brushing past you. “Can you open the door?” she asks, not looking back.
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
“Thanks,” Cassie tells you as you catch up and open the door connecting the garage to the house for her, now focused on the task your mom assigned you two.
You and Cassie set up the beanbag toss, and then played it with Victoria, Trinity, and Dennis. You and Victoria were on a team, Trinity and Dennis on the other. They crushed you, Trinity’s competitiveness shining through.
After that, you did rounds, making small talk with those you hadn’t said hi to yet. During some of those conversations, you found yourself zoning out, your mind drifting to Cassie.
She was being flirty earlier, and you’re almost positive that you aren’t imagining it. You caught Cassie staring at you a few times, possibly checking you out. And then there was her face when she said it was good that your interactions with men aren’t serious was almost seductive, her smirk seemingly pleased by your answer. Not to mention that Cassie literally asked you if you’re seeing anyone.
There’s a chance that just you’re seeing what you want to see, reading into things for more than they are. You brainstorm ways to be sure about this, needing a clear answer. If Cassie’s flirting with you, you want to do something more bold, possibly even kiss her.
So you decide to tempt her. See if she takes the bait.
You enlist Trinity, already knowing she’ll be down to help. You may have only met her a couple of hours ago, but you trust her. You brief Trinity, only telling her you want to tease your crush Cassie. She happily decides to help you, invested in how this plays out.
The first thing you do is flirt with Trinity in the vicinity of Cassie. Trinity’s taken and you don’t like her in that way anyways, but Cassie doesn’t know you don’t like Trinity.
As Cassie sits at a table with some of her work friends, you and Trinity stand just behind her and a little off to side, so she can see you out of the corner of your eye. Trinity tells you a joke—a bad one—and you giggle, clinging onto her arm as you do. Then you compliment her, smiling seductively as you do.
Since everyone know knows Trinity’s in a relationship, you both decided beforehand to have her shut you down. Trinity tells you that she’s taken, but she’ll set you up with one of her friends. This whole time, you make sure you’re in Cassie’s earshot.
When you and Trinity finish your orchestrated show, you walk away to the opposite side of the yard. Trinity excitingly informs you that she caught Cassie looking at you twice. She also stopped eating, going completely still as she listened in.
The next thing you come up with is kind of stupid and hopefully not too obvious. The classic “I can’t reach my back, can you help me apply sunscreen?” It’s done in movies a lot, so you cross your fingers that Cassie doesn’t clock your true intentions.
You grab coconut sunscreen, reapplying it while in Cassie’s line of sight. Your fingers methodically glide over your skin, spreading the white layer of protection. Your polished nails make your hands appear more slender and sensual as you slather yourself in sunscreen.
After you apply sunblock on every part of your body you can reach, you pretend to look around, your eyes eventually landing on Cassie. You walk over to her, an adorable smile on your face and the tube of sunblock in hand.
“Hey,” you say, sitting down at the edge of the lounge chair she’s in.
“Hi,” Cassie greets you, her voice flat.
“Could you help me please?” you ask innocently, extending the sunscreen to her. “I can’t get my back.”
“Um…” Cassie sits up and glances around you two before taking the tube from you. “No one else could do it?”
“Oh, I can ask someone else, you were just right here,” you tell Cassie, playing dumb. You go to take the sunblock back, but Cassie grips it firmer and shakes her head.
“It’s fine,” Cassie says. “I can do it.”
“Thank you so much,” you tell Cassie with a big grin, then turning around. You sit up straight and brush your hair over your shoulder to one side.
From behind you, you can hear the sound of the bottle clicking open. Before Cassie’s hands are actually on you, you can feel them hovering. When she makes contact, your breath hitches, the feel of Cassie’s rough palms sliding around your back intoxicating. She takes her time, almost massaging some points as she blends the sunscreen in.
“Is this fine?” Cassie murmurs, her voice low and a little coarse as she slips her fingers underneath the thin straps of your bikini top.
“Yes,” you breathe, your throat dry.
You twitch as Cassie’s fingers ghost over sensitive spots. A barely there smirk appears as you shiver under her touch, but you can’t see it. You can feel Cassie’s breath against your neck though. You’re not sure when she scooted closer to you.
You nearly moan when Cassie presses her thumb in a sore spot by your shoulder blade. The scent of coconut and Cassie circulates in your little bubble you’ve created. The bikini covering your lower half starts to get wet—not from the pool but from Cassie. You lean into her touch, an ache growing between your legs.
“Okay,” Cassie murmurs after another minute of leisurely spreading sunscreen on your back. “I think that’s good,” she says firmly, giving your shoulders a squeeze before retreating.
“Thanks,” you tell her, turning to look at her. You’re more affected than you thought by this, words failing you.
“Yup,” Cassie says, looking at her lap while she passes you back the sunblock. Cassie intentionally makes sure your fingers don’t brush as she hands the tube to you.
You don’t say anything, just stare at Cassie. Her gaze still doesn’t meet yours. After a few seconds of flustered gawking, you stand up. You open your mouth to say something to Cassie, then shutting it when you can’t think of anything.
You walk away, going to where Trinity’s sitting on the edge of the pool, and fighting back a smile. Your head feels a little dizzy, that seemingly small interaction much more to you. Cassie McKay just rubbed lotion all of your back, even giving you somewhat of a massage.
“Oh my god,” Trinity mouths.
“I know,” you mouth back, full on grinning now. That moment with Cassie might’ve been all the confirmation you needed.
You join Trinity on the edge of the pool and start giggling about Cassie until Victoria swims up to the two of you and playfully splashes you both. You and Trinity then join Victoria in the pool, swimming again.
Cassie’s still relaxing on that lounge chair beside the pool. Every now and then you glance at her, but you’ve only caught her looking at you once. You want to get her attention, but you also don’t want to be too obvious about it.
After chatting and wading in the pool for a bit with Trinity and Victoria, you excuse yourself. A little off to the side of Cassie—not wanting to be directly in front of her, but wanting to be in view—you place your hands on the pool deck and jump.
Water drips down your body, the sun making you appear almost golden. Your breasts press together, emphasizing your cleavage as you climb out of the pool. Once you’re out, you don’t look at Cassie, but you can see her out of the corner of your eye.
You wring your hair out, the water droplets on your skin glistening as you do so. Then there’s the sound of a chair scrapping against the tile surrounding the pool. You look over, spotting Cassie getting up. She doesn’t look at you before storming off—maybe she didn’t even see you at all.
Or maybe she did, and that’s why she’s going somewhere else.
You grab a towel, drying yourself off and wondering where Cassie went. There are so many people in your backyard, and Cassie is only about 5’6. You don’t scan the party for very long, and instead decide to temporarily give up, taking a break from your seduction efforts to eat.
Damp, you weave through the fairly size-able crowd to where the food is. You grab a plate, scooping all your favorites of the options. When you’re done, you find an empty seat at a table next to your sister. You sit with her and eat your lunch, forgetting about Cassie for the time being.
That is until she walks right in front of you.
Her cold, blue eyes meet yours as you chew a bite of your burger. You bring a hand up, covering your mouth as you chew. Gulping down your food, Cassie holds her powerful stare until she passes you completely, no longer in your line of sight.
You finish eating, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. You’re worried that maybe you’re starting to go too far with Cassie. But at the same time, you love the rush of toying with her, the way she reacts leaving you wondering if she’s enjoying the game just as much as you are. It’s addicting.
Time passes quickly, fireworks about three hours away. The late afternoon sky is painted in shades of blue and gold, the sunlight dancing across your skin. You walk over the patio and grab a soda, the liquid fizzling as you crack open the can.
A light, cool breeze hits you as you stand in the shade, goosebumps surfacing on your barely clothed body, your swimsuit still wet. Setting the soda down, you take a step in the sun, soaking up the gentle heat against your skin.
As you stand there by yourself warming up, you look around the yard again. Maybe you could talk with Victoria or Trinity again, your mom annoyingly being right about getting along with the 20 year old.
You spot them by the beanbag toss with Samira, Dennis, Mel, and another young coworker of your mom’s. Emma you believe her name is. You’re about to walk over there when someone’s very distinct laughter gets your attention. Cassie’s laughter.
Under a tree, your mom is chatting away with Cassie while she nurses a beer, Cassie having a Coke instead. Without thinking much about it, you walk over to them.
“Hi, honey,” Dana says as she notices you approaching.
Cassie looks at you, her face stoic, a huge contrast to the light, bubbly manner she just displayed with your mom. Cassie tucks her hands into the front pocket of her denim shorts, slouching slightly.
“Ya need somethin’, kid?”
“Uh…” Your eyes slowly go from Cassie’s to your mom’s. “Actually,” you start, an idea popping in your head, “I was wondering what you think about a tattoo idea I have.”
Dana crosses her arms, a skeptical look on her face. “Alright…”
“Um, a butterfly on my hip,” you say, coming up with that on the spot. It’s cliche and a little cringey, but it’s what first came to mind.
“Where on your hip?” Cassie asks, surprising you a little by engaging in the discussion.
“Maybe here?” you tell her, pulling your swimsuit down to reveal your hip bone.
“Hmm…” Dana ponders, trying to picture the tattoo. “You should wait until you’re sure. Don’t do anything stupid.”
You give your mom a glare before turning to Cassie, your expression softening into something more playful. “Cassie? What do you think?”
“I, uh… I think it’s your body, and you should do what you want.”
“But would it look cute on me?”
Cassie swallows. Hard. Her pupils dilate, you knowing exactly how to make her mentally writhe. You give her a challenging grin, gaining more confidence as Cassie starts to break.
“Of course it would,” Dana says supportively.
“I asked Cassie,” you tell your mom, making it seem like it’s a jab at her judgement when you’re really just trying to get a reaction out of Cassie.
“It would be cute like your mom said,” Cassie says to you, no emotion behind her voice, and her eyes hardening.
“Don’t get something impulsive like that thing on your back,” your mom mutters.
“What?!” you exclaim with an amused smile. “This?” you ask, turning around to reveal your tramp stamp, the oriental black lines delicately lining the small of you back.
“You can’t even see it!” Dana says.
“Eh, I know it’s there,” you respond as you turn back around.
Then your voice lowers, and a mischievous smile grows on your face. Your mom is giving you a knowing look, already bracing herself for whatever you’re about to say while Cassie is giving you a hard stare.
“Besides,” you start, already trying not to laugh, “I may not be able to see it, but whoever’s giving me back shots can.”
“Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” your mom exclaims, rolling her eyes at your antics.
You giggle smugly and look to Cassie. It looks like she’s ready to punch something. Because you can, you raise your eyebrows suggestively at her before looking back to your mom.
“What?! It’s true,” you say with a shrug.
“Who raised you?” Dana asks in feigned outrage, placing a hand over her heart.
“I dunno,” you murmur. “Definitely not a respected nurse. It must’ve been some free loving sex hippie.”
Your mom bursts out in laughter, slinging an arm around Cassie as she does. Cassie forces a laugh, but you can tell it’s fake, and you’re surprised your mom isn’t picking it up. With a grin still on your face, you lean closer to the two women.
“Do you want to know something?” You don’t even give Cassie or your mom time to respond before telling them, “no one’s ya know since I got that tattoo.”
Dana takes a step back then, waving an arm at you and cringing. “I don’t want to hear about your sex life, ew.” She then looks to Cassie and assumes her silence means she’s uncomfortable. “And I’m sure Cassie doesn’t either,” your mom adds.
You look at Cassie, a tiny smirk still visible. Purposefully, your eyes drop to her lips for a split second before you look back into her eyes, something primal behind them. She lets out a shaky breath, holding your gaze.
“I’m sorry,” you tell your mom while you pout at Cassie. “I won’t misbehave again.”
“You better not,” Dana scolds motherly, completely unaware of whatever tension is concocting between you and Cassie.
“I promise,” you tell your mom. “I’m gonna go and talk to the girls,” you inform the two women as you point behind you to Victoria and Samira chilling on the outdoor couch.
“Be—”
“Behave,” you finish for your mom. You start walking backwards, your gaze leaving your mom and finding Cassie as you make one last comment. “I’ll be a good girl.”
Then, with a pleased smile, you spin on your heels and walk away. You stride across the yard to where Victoria and Samira are. For a clearer path and to avoid running into people, you walk alongside the house before venturing back onto the lawn.
But suddenly, you feel a strong, burning grasp of someone tugging on your arm. Squirming, you turn around only to find that it’s Cassie.
She grabs your arm, her hand gripping the inside of your elbow, and yanks you to the side of the yard, away from prying eyes. You’re completely taken aback by her random, tightening hold on you.
“Why are you fucking teasing me?” Cassie grits, her eyes dark. Her whole demeanor is the opposite of the sweet, polite Cassie that first came to the party.
“What do you mean?” you ask, feigning innocence and batting your luscious lashes at her, taking this opportunity to mess with her again.
“Stop it,” Cassie hisses, her jaw tense. She drops your arm and takes a step back, running a hand through her hair. “Jesus,” she breathes out before letting out a dry, humorless laugh. “I haven’t seen you in two goddamn years and this is how I’m seeing you?!” Cassie exclaims, gesturing up and down your body with her hand.
“It’s a swim party?” you reply, stating the obvious and acting completely oblivious.
“Oh, please, you’re really telling me,” Cassie uses her palm to point at your body, her fingers long and stretched, “that is how you’re choosing to dress for a family barbecue? This is what you wore in fucking Miami because it’s slutty.”
How does she know that? Did Cassie stalk your Instagram and see photos of you in Miami wearing this bikini?
You arch a brow, heat suddenly pooling at the bottom of your stomach, finding the thought of Cassie creeping through your social media extremely hot. “How do you know what I wore in Miami?”
Cassie blinks a few times, speechless for a brief moment. “I— you— well— I-I, your mom told me,” she barely stutters out.
“My mom described to you what bikini I was wearing?”
“Yes! I mean no! I mean—” Cassie groans in frustration. “I assume you would’ve worn that in Miami,” Cassie says, backtracking her initial statement.
“You’re such a fucking liar,” you tell her, the corner of your lips twitching up into a barely noticeable smirk.
“How would I know what you were wearing?” Cassie asks, clearly trying and failing to convince you it was a lucky guess.
“Um, maybe because you stalked me? I have pictures I posted on Instagram.”
Cassie scoffs and crosses her arms, awkwardly feigning nonchalance. “You may have popped up in my suggested accounts or whatever.”
“So you did stalk me?” you ask, taking a step closer to Cassie.
“I didn’t stalk you,” she argues.
“You kind of did.”
“I kind of didn’t,” Cassie counters as you take another step forward.
“I disagree.”
“You can have your opinion.”
“My true opinion,” you reply, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.
You notice the way Cassie’s breath hitches as you take another step closer to her. She then swallows, the knot in her throat that was growing disappearing as she focuses on steadying her composure.
“You want to know my opinion?” Cassie asks, heat building back up in her voice. “I think that you’re being a little flirty brat who’s trying to tempt me or seduce me or whatever. You’re really pushing my buttons, sweetheart,” Cassie warns.
“Do you like it when I push your buttons?” you ask, your lashes fluttering up to meet her sparkling blue eyes.
“What’s your end goal here?”
You shrug and answer with, “I’m 21.”
Cassie leans her head back slightly, her chin tilting up as she slowly nods. With a smile of disbelief growing on her face, she licks her lips in thought. Then Cassie looks at you, her heated stare burning into yours.
“So?”
“So I’m officially in your age bracket.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes. Does it seem like I’m joking?”
“I’m double your age.”
“So?” you say in the same tone Cassie just did seconds ago when she asked you the same thing. “It’s your stupid rules.”
“What if I changed them?”
“Oh, so you lowered it?” you ask smugly, raising a brow in question. “It’s 20 now? I see the way you’re with, with that med student. My mom even notices.”
“Javadi?” Cassie questions, her eyes widening slightly. “I haven’t done anything with her. We’re just coworkers,” she explains defensively.
You pout with feigned sympathy, your doe eyes looking into Cassie’s blue and fiery ones. “Because she’s not 21 yet?”
“Yes.” A pause. Then, “and-and because we’re coworkers! She’s a med student, and I’m an R2.”
“So you like her then?”
“She’s a good kid.”
“Am I a kid?” you ask, instinctively leaning forward, intruding Cassie’s space more than you already are.
“You’re 21,” Cassie responds, her voice coming out meek and quiet.
You lift an arm up, your eyes following your hand as your pointer and middle fingers dance up Cassie’s arm. You can feel the shiver that shoots through her body all because of your featherlight touch. Your fingers walk all the way up until you reach her shoulder, your palm resting there. Slowly, you glance up to meet her gaze.
“Then can you kiss me?”
Cassie lets out a sigh that’s more like a groan. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, honey.”
“A kiss?”
“You know it’ll be more than that.”
“I do,” you tell her. “That’s why I’m asking.”
Cassie takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes, trying to regain control over the situation when in reality, she’s already far gone.
After you left for college, Cassie tried not to think about you. At the time, she still refused to look at you as anything more than her friend’s kid. When you would come home for holidays or the summer, Cassie did her best to limit her interactions with you, overthinking the awkwardness that could be there.
One day, however, when you were in your sophomore year of college, Dana showed Cassie a picture of you with your then girlfriend. You looked beautiful obviously, and had the brightest smile on your face. A twinge of jealously hit Cassie then, not liking that you were with some rando — at least a rando to her.
There was no way your girlfriend was good enough for you. Cassie didn’t want to think about you being with that woman, and she especially didn’t want to think about the inevitable heartbreak it would result in. Your girlfriend at the time was 30, and you had just barely turned 20. Cassie was certain that older woman was just going to string you along, and as it turns out, she was right.
In that moment, Cassie realized she felt so strongly about your relationship—one she really knew nothing about—because she didn’t like you being with anyone. No one would be good enough for you, Cassie included. You’ve always been a shining star, a beautiful and smart girl with lots of ambitions and love to give.
The guilt Cassie was secretly carrying was tearing her up inside. She knew it was wrong for so many reasons. You’re her best friend and coworker’s youngest daughter. You’re half her age. You’re still establishing yourself in life and finding out who you are whereas Cassie’s path has been chosen.
Now here you are, right in front of Cassie and asking her to kiss you. You’ve been deliberately tempting her all day, and truth be told, it’s fucking hot to Cassie that you’ve been putting on this covert show just for her. Even before she met you, she knew you were someone who felt strongly about things and would speak up for what you want, courtesy of Dana’s proud mom talks about her kids. Cassie knows she is what you want and you’re sure of it, but are you blinded by desire and not able to see all of the potential downfalls?
“What would your mom think?” Cassie asks, her voice low and a little husky.
You shrug and place your other hand on Cassie’s shoulder. “She wouldn’t know.”
“I’m so much older than you,” Cassie emphasizes, in hopes that you’ll back off because she sure as hell can’t.
“You like that?” you tease.
Cassie stays quiet, but you notice how her chest rises and falls more prominently. At her side, her hands ball into fists, her knuckles turning white and her fingernails digging into her palm. Cassie lips part ever so slightly, enough to breathe through her mouth because she needs the extra oxygen right now.
“Do you know what you being so much older than me means?” you taunt, almost mocking the way Cassie told you that obvious piece of information.
“Hm?”
“You get to be the boss of me.”
Then, without warning, Cassie’s hands are on your hips, pulling your body flush against hers. You let out a little yelp in surprise, but it’s quickly cut off as Cassie slams her lips hungrily against yours.
Cassie tastes better than you ever could’ve imagined, and you definitely have. Her lips are soft and fit perfectly against yours. You moan into Cassie’s mouth and run your hands through her wild, auburn hair as she backs you up to the side wall of your house.
In the distance, you can hear the sound of music and chatter from the barbecue in the background. But Cassie kissing you like this and breathing heavily into your mouth slowly drowns it out.
Cassie breaks the kiss, a thin trail of spit connecting your lips, only to dive down to your neck. You run a hand all over the surface of her back while the other grips the nape of her neck, holding you to her. Your head drops back against the wall, and you let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Cassie nips and sucks on your neck.
“We’re going to get caught,” Cassie murmurs against your skin.
“No,” you reply with a gasp. “We can go inside. The part-party is out here,” you manage to tell her, your sensitive body shuddering under Cassie’s touch.
Cassie pulls back then, her face only inches from yours and her hands still tight on your hips. Her blue eyes scan yours for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but she doesn’t seem to find any. You want this just as bad as Cassie—if not more.
“Are you sure?” Cassie asks firmly, giving you one last chance to back out before you two venture into territory you can’t come back from.
“Yes,” you answer with certainty.
Cassie continues to stare at you for a few more moments before replying, “okay. We have to go back out to the party if we want to sneak inside. You think you can do that?”
You nod and start to finger comb Cassie’s hair, trying to fix it so it’s not as disheveled as it was before your heated kiss. “I can.”
“Good,” Cassie says, bringing a hand up to cup your face. Her thumb circles the skin around your lips, getting all of the sticky lipgloss that got smeared onto your skin.
Cassie leans forward after, planting a quick peck on your lips. Then she steps back, her hands no longer on you. Cassie straightens out her black tank top, and then looks up at you. Your lips are puffy from kissing, and it only makes Cassie want to kiss you again.
“I’ll go first?”
“Okay,” you reply, your voice low.
Cassie looks at you for another moment before giving you a tight nod. She then walks away. You watch her until she disappears around the side of the house, back to the party. You count to twenty before doing the same.
With purpose, you stride through the backyard, heading straight to the back door. Your sister Leah tries to stop you, offering you a beer, but you hastily decline and continue on your path. When you finally reach the porch, you hear an all too familiar laugh from behind you.
You whip around and scan the sea of people until your eyes land on Cassie. She’s leaning against a table, her arms crossed while she cackles at something the person she’s talking to said.
Victoria.
Immediately, your body fills with fury, jealousy coursing through your veins. There’s even a little bit of hurt under the surface. Cassie was the one who told you to meet her inside, and here she is, flirting with another girl.
You feel bad about being envious of Victoria, she’s a sweet girl who you honestly really like. But seeing her talk to Cassie like this rubs you the wrong way.
You’re about to look away when Cassie turns, her eyes locking with yours. Her smile slowly falters, but you turn around before you can see it drop completely.
Irritated, you march to the back door. You open it, step inside, and close it with more force than necessary, the shutters rattling as you do. You stomp through the kitchen and head towards the stairs, ready to disappear in your room.
“Hey!” you hear as you walk onto the first carpeted step. “I’m here.”
You turn around, annoyance etched onto your face as you glare down at Cassie. You cross your arms, waiting for an explanation.
“Sorry,” Cassie says, seemingly genuine, although it’s not nearly enough. “She pulled me aside to ask me something.”
“Ask you…?”
“If I still need a babysitter next Friday.”
“That seemed awfully flirty for just ‘babysitting.’ You also have someone right next door who’s available.”
Cassie sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “Look.” She opens her mouth. Then closes it. Then opens it again. “I didn’t ask you because Victoria’s been one of Harrison’s usual babysitters while you’ve been away at college. I also… didn’t want you around me if it wasn’t necessary.”
You scoff in disbelief, hurt and offended by her admission. “Because I’m annoying? Because you don’t like me?” you question angrily. “Fuck you.”
Cassie shuts her eyes momentarily in frustration, her jaw tensing. “Stop being so dramatic,” she bites out which results in a dry, bitter laugh escaping you. “Of course I like you, that’s the problem. I like you too much,” Cassie explains. “I don’t trust myself around you.”
You blink a few times in realization, the pieces clicking into place. “Oh.”
“Yeah ‘oh.’ God,” Cassie says, shaking her head, “you’re impossible.”
You roll your eyes, and your chest heaves in frustration. “I hate you,” you state plainly even though both you and Cassie know that’s not true.
Cassie smiles like she can’t believe you just said that, almost proud by your pettiness. She nods her head up and down and licks her lips once as she takes a step onto the stairs, now at the same level as you. You’re no longer looking down at her—she’s looking down at you.
“Do you want to say that again, baby?” Cassie challenges as she takes a step closer to you, crowding you with what little space there is.
“I hate you,” you whisper as you take a step back, your words sounding more like a question than a statement.
Cassie’s hands find yours, her palms flat against yours as she slowly begins to intertwine her fingers with yours. “Even when I do this?” Cassie asks, dropping her head to your neck.
As her lips connect with your sensitive skin, you try and hold back a heated sigh of relief, but it escapes anyways. You can feel Cassie smirking smugly against your neck. She bites down on your pulse point, making you softly hiss. Cassie then leaves a soothing kiss over the mark and trails her kisses up to your face.
The second her lips are on yours, your annoyed front slips, and you lean into Cassie’s touch. You squeeze her hands, and she squeezes back. Your tongue darts out, and Cassie opens her mouth right away so you can explore. She lets out a moan as your tongues sloppily meet, the pink muscles tangoing in a heated dance.
Cassie releases her hands from yours. Her right hand drops to your back, sliding down to your ass while her left hand finds your chest. You wrap your arms around Cassie’s neck and lift a leg, caressing her side.
As you kiss, Cassie kneads your left breast through the fabric of your bikini top before moving to do the same with your other tit. She squeezes the plump flesh of your ass, and you simultaneously moan into each other’s mouths. Instinctively, your hips buck up to Cassie’s body.
Cassie lets out a groan and drops her hand that’s on your chest to your thigh, your ankle rubbing against the side of her calf. Her fingernails dig into your skin as she properly hooks your leg around her waist. You try and grind your hips against Cassie’s, desperately craving some friction.
“You still hate me?” Cassie mumbles in between kisses.
“A little,” you reply before biting down on her lower lip.
“If I make you cum, will that change your mind, baby?”
“Fuck,” you moan, slamming your lips against Cassie’s again. “Yes,” you murmur into her mouth as you adjust your head to have a better angle to kiss her.
Cassie continues to grip your thigh, keeping your leg hooked over her hip as she moves her lips against yours with need. With her other hand, she slides it down your chest to your stomach, her fingers toying with the top of your bikini bottoms.
You moan, Cassie swallowing it immediately, as she dips her hand beneath the damp fabric. Your whole body shudders as Cassie ghosts her fingers over your heat. With your hands still on the nape of her neck, your fingernails instinctively dig into her skin when Cassie cups your bare cunt. She groans at the contact and pulls back to look at you.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Cassie coos, almost mockingly.
Your eyes flutter shut, and you let out a whiny groan at her words. Then, when your eyes open back up, a flirty smirk starts to grow on your face as you take in Cassie’s lustful expression and flushed cheeks.
“I bet you are too,” you tease.
“Upstairs,” Cassie growls, her eyes dark.
You grab her wrist and turn around, heading up the stairs to lead her to your room. Cassie’s eyes drop down your body as she follows behind. Your ass is barely covered by the cheeky cut bikini bottom you have on, and your tramp stamp is showing. It’s turning her on even more.
Once you reach the top of the stairs, you walk straight to your bedroom. With your spare hand, you push open the door. There’s a few clothes littered on the floor, you have two old cups of water on your nightstand, and your bed is sloppily made.
Cassie doesn’t care though, her focus entirely on you.
As you walk over to your bed, Cassie leans forward, her head right up against your ear. “Lay on your back for me,” she commands.
You look over your shoulder, a flirtatious look on your face. “Whatever you say.”
Cassie smacks your ass as you climb onto your bed. You letting out a little yelp in surprise. You crawl slowly up to the headboard, deliberately giving her a little show, and she groans at the sight of you. As you roll onto your back, Cassie comes onto your bed too, climbing over you. Her wide hands on either side of your head, caging you in.
With a knee, she pushes apart your legs. Then she sits on her knees and pulls off her black tank top, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Next, Cassie frantically slides down her jean shorts, kicking them off the bed once they’re at her ankles. She’s left in a black one piece swimsuit.
“I didn’t know you had a swimsuit on,” you say with a coy smile.
Cassie chuckles and looks down at the dark polyester covering her body, then back up at you. “Just in case,” she tells you.
“Can you turn around?” you ask, raising your eyebrows and grinning teasingly.
“Why?” Cassie questions, her hands finding your inner thighs and pushing them apart tantalizingly slowly. “All you’re going to see is a covered ass and some cellulite.”
“Turn around,” you repeat as a command instead of a question this time.
Cassie rolls her eyes and grumbles out a, “fine.” She then turns around, rising on her knees. “Happy now?”
You hum, satisfied, and begin to sit up. “Very.”
You crawl forward, and Cassie feels the bed shift. She looks over her shoulder and sees you rising to the same position she’s in.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
You brush Cassie’s hair to one side, then kissing her neck with the area now accessible. Your hands drop to her hips, and Cassie leans back into you.
“Your thighs are hot,” you murmur against her skin. “All of you is.”
Cassie lets out a content sigh and lets you kiss her neck for a few more moments. Then she turns around, her face only inches from yours. Cassie brings a hand up between your bodies, placing it on your chest and gently pushing you back.
You fall, your head landing against a pillow. Cassie leans down, parting your legs with her thigh again. She purposefully presses the tip of her knee against your cunt lightly, intentionally leaving you wanting more.
You push down in an attempt to grind on her knee, your pussy dripping with need. That little bit of pressure alone is helping to dim the ache between your legs. Even so, it’s not enough.
Your hands find Cassie’s face, your palms flat against her cheeks as you pull her mouth to yours. When your lips meet, Cassie opens her mouth right away, slipping her tongue inside your mouth. As she kisses you, she uses one arm to prop herself up her other hand glides across your chest to cup your breast.
You moan, all of the sensations making you feel fantastic. Cassie’s mouth on yours. Her palm squeezing and kneading your breast. Her knee flush against your cunt.
Cassie breaks the kiss and sits up, flipping her hair out of her face with a hand, the brown reddish strands falling randomly behind her head. She grabs your knees, pulling your legs apart more than they already are. Then Cassie hooks her fingers in the thin waistband of your swimsuit bottoms, her eyes flickering up to yours, silently asking for permission.
“I can’t wait any longer,” you admit, not caring how desperate you seem right now.
Cassie smiles slyly and says in a mockingly sweet voice, “okay, baby.”
Her eyes drop from yours to your lower half. Cassie takes her time removing your damp bikini, admiring every inch she carefully reveals. When they’re nearing your ankles, you kick them off the rest of the way, Cassie’s eyes still glued to you.
You shiver as the cool air filtering through your house—well, your mom’s house—hits the newly exposed skin. As Cassie looks at your almost fully naked body for the first time, heat blooms in her stomach, her pussy throbbing just as bad as yours.
“Pretty,” Cassie hums in appreciation.
“Cass,” you breathe.
“I know, honey,” she coos, looking back up to meet your gaze.
You prop yourself up on your elbows as Cassie settles in a sitting position between your legs. She then leans forward, the gold chain around her neck hitting your face as she hovers over you to reach your back. She unties your bikini top, letting the fabric fall onto your stomach before swiping it away to the floor.
“God,” Cassie sighs, her eyes focused on your now bare chest. “My gorgeous girl.”
You let out a small moan at her words of adoration. The simple “my” making you forget everything but Cassie. All you know is right now you’re hers.
Slowly, Cassie lowers herself again. Your hands find her shoulders, slipping under the straps of her swimsuit. Cassie sucks and nibbles on your neck as you slide the top half of her black bathing suit off.
The one piece is now at her hips. You glide a hand over Cassie’s stomach, feeling the way her body twitches and shivers because of your touch. Your hand lowers to Cassie’s core, your palm cupping her cunt through the fabric.
Cassie moans against your neck, her hips instinctively bucking forward to meet your hand. She grinds again, biting your collarbone as she does so. With your unoccupied hand at Cassie’s hip, your fingers slip under the halfway pulled down swimsuit clinging to her body.
“Take it off,” you murmur, your voice laced with desire.
“So fucking bossy,” Cassie says through a wicked smile as she rises to take off the last article of clothing between you two.
You bite your lower lip as you watch Cassie finish stripping. Her rounded, plump boobs look so appetizing, you’re sure you could spend hours kissing and sucking the tissue. Your eyes trail down to Cassie’s lower half as she discards her swimsuit. The dark, unruly curls covering her pink pussy are one of the most beautiful things you’ve seen in your 21 years of life.
“Come here,” you murmur, extending an arm and turning your palm upwards to motion to come to you with your fingers.
A crooked grin pulls at the corner of Cassie’s lips, her dimples flashing through, as she climbs over you once again. Your mouths connect, and your tongues tangle. Cassie takes your bottom lip in her mouth, tugging on it before releasing it. She then kisses down your throat to your chest.
The cool metal of Cassie’s golden chain drags across your skin in the wake of her wet kisses. You squirm as she gets to your stomach, the skin extra sensitive there. As she goes lower, she grips your thighs and spreads your legs apart.
Finally, Cassie reaches your core, your breathing picking up in anticipation. She licks a stripe top to bottom, then bottom to top, your whole body trembling. As Cassie gives a light kiss to your clit, your breath snags in your throat.
She presses her tongue flat against the small bud, then drags it back and forth. Cassie’s fingernails dig into the flesh of your thighs as she starts to suck on the receptive bundle of nerves. Cassie ravishes you, cherishing your sweetness that she finally gets to taste. As a doctor, she knows exactly how to make you writhe.
Your hips grind up to her, relentlessly chasing your climax. Cassie, finding it hot how you’re trying to fuck her face, moans against your cunt, the sound sending vibrations of pleasure down your spine all the way to your core. She keeps at it, alternating between sucking and licking, finding a rhythm that feels right for you.
It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming all over her mouth. You cry out in ecstasy and fist the bedsheets on either side of you. Your thighs clamp around Cassie’s head, making her whimper into your slick pussy. Cassie carries you through your high, lapping up everything she can.
When she pulls back, she wipes her glistening mouth with the back of her hand. Then Cassie crawls up your body, placing a hand under your jaw. You look up at her through half-lidded eyes, aftershocks of the orgasm Cassie gave you still coursing through your body.
“Hey,” Cassie says, her voice low and husky. “You gonna be a good girl and give me another?”
Lazily, you lift an arm and point out your bedroom window. “People are going to wonder where we are.”
“And whose fault is that? I wasn’t half-naked and chasing after you all day.”
“Are you complaining?” you tease, your energy beginning to recharge.
“No, but you shouldn’t be either.” Cassie kisses your nose, then your cheek, then a peck on your lips. “Be grateful,” she attempts to scold, though there’s a soft smile peeking out.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so so grateful,” you playfully tell Cassie with fake sympathy and a big pout.
Cassie closes her eyes and sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth. When she opens them back up, you can see that her restrain is slipping. You know just the right buttons to push, and you love to do so.
“I think I’m tapped out,” you announce with a dramatic sigh as you bring your arms over the rest behind your head.
Cassie knows you’re not really, you’re just trying to make her work for it. A part of her wants to back off, flipping the tables to tease you too. However, the hammering buzz between her legs that’s begging to be satisfied is making her impatient.
“Spreads your legs for me, baby,” Cassie tells you sweetly, tapping your hip to physically signal to move.
You force a yawn out and close your eyes, trying to hold back a laugh. “I’m too tired.”
Cassie opens her mouth to speak but closes it, instead taking a deep, steadying breath. “Honey,” she starts, her tone similar to a mom asking their disobedient child to do something as nicely as possible, “I know you’re not.”
Your smile grows, only pissing Cassie off further. You don’t say anything and keep your eyes closed as if Cassie’s not even here. She grips your thighs, much harder than necessary and tries to spread them for you. But you snap them back shut, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.
“I’ll do all the work,” Cassie baits.
But you don’t take it.
Your eyes open like you’re coming out of a deep sleep. Cassie’s hovering over you, clearly trying not to loose control. Now holding eye contact with you, she tries to pry open your legs again. You let her get halfway before slamming them together.
“Spread your damn legs,” Cassie grits, giving you her stern mom look.
You raise a brow smugly. “Why should I?”
Cassie expels a sharp breath, and then leans down, her face burying in the crook of your neck. She trails a path of soft, wet kisses up to your ear. Her tongue darts out and licks your lobe, the sensation nearly making you gasp.
“Because you want to cum.” She bites your earlobe, giving it a gently tug before releasing it, her hot breath still radiating against your ear. “And because your mom didn’t raise a brat.”
Your own need is building up again, the piercing pang of your cunt getting increasingly harder to ignore. You let out a shaky breath and place your hands on the back of Cassie’s neck. The sudden contact takes her by surprise. Cassie lifts her head to look at you, a pleased grin forming as she realizes you’re giving in.
“Are you really going to do all the work?”
Cassie kisses your lips for a couple seconds. She pulls back and murmurs, “yes,” then kissing you again. “Even though you’re a fucking spoiled brat.”
“You’re the one spoiling me,” you tease.
“So you better be nice to me,” Cassie hums before planting a quick kiss to your lips once more.
“I can try,” you say before Cassie kisses you again, this time without the intention to break it like how she’s been doing. But after a moment, you pull back, your head retreating into the pillow, smushing it. “It would help if you do something other than kiss me,” you taunt.
“Shut up,” Cassie rasps.
With a smirk, you oblige.
Cassie messily kisses you while she trails a hand down your body all the way to your cunt. She lightly presses over the throbbing muscle with her palm, then parts your folds with her fingers. Leisurely, Cassie drags her fingers to your pulsing entrance, teasing your aching hole before inserting her middle and ring finger.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” Cassie groans as her two fingers sink into your cunt.
“I haven’t— mm, been with someone in-in a while.”
A satisfied smile hangs from Cassie’s face, her fingers scissoring inside of you. “It’s okay, I’ll stretch you out,” she purrs.
You take deep breaths and do your best to relax your body as you adjust to Cassie’s fingers. Your hands run wild over her back, wanting to hold her impossibly closer. As Cassie continues thrusting deep inside your pussy, wet and lewd noises mixed with heavy breathing filling the room, your moans become more frequent. Outside, the sound of music and chatter carry to your bedroom, but Cassie and you don’t care enough to notice.
Seeking friction, you grind your hips up to meet Cassie’s wrist. She grunts, going deeper and faster. With her pace staying constant, Cassie maneuvers herself over your body so her cunt is over your thigh. She drops down, placing her bare pussy right over your knee. She grinds against your muscly flesh. You can feel how wet she is, her arousal seeping onto your skin.
Expertly, Cassie curls her fingers and pushes against your pulsating walls, quickly finding your g-spot. A loud, broken moan falls from your lips, followed by a blissed out whimper.
“Your mom is right downstairs,” Cassie tauntingly warns you, her movements never faltering.
“And you’re old enough to be my mom,” you mockingly remind Cassie.
“I know,” Cassie says through a pleasured sigh. She drags her tongue across your collarbone and up to your neck. “Maybe we should stop,” Cassie whispers against your skin before kissing it, her fingers still pumping in and out of you.
“No! Ne-need you.”
“Fuck, baby,” Cassie gasps. “You have a mom. You’re just that fucked in the head that you need me too?”
You moan, Cassie plunging her fingers knuckle deep inside of you. “I have a mom, but I don’t have a dad”, you reply, unable to think of any other excuse.
“What?” Cassie smirks against your neck, nearly laughing. “So you want me to be your daddy? You perverted girl,” she tsks, her voice mockingly soft with faux disapproval.
You lean up and drag your tongue across one of Cassie’s bouncing tits. She lets out a low whimper, her hips rolling over your leg faster now. Your tongue reaches the peak of Cassie’s breast. You bite the hardened bud, then leave a soft kiss behind before looking back up to Cassie.
“Daddy,” you whisper while you pout. “Do you like that?” you tease, hooking a finger around the gold chain dangling in front of your face.
“Baby,” Cassie pants, her fingers working with urgency. “Yo-you’re killing me.”
With the small grip you have on her chain, you pull Cassie’s face closer to yours. Once she’s in reach, you kiss her. A needy sound escapes Cassie and falls into your mouth. She grinds faster, slowly loosing herself completely in the feeling.
“Cass,” you moan, “you’re so deep, daddy.”
“Oh, fuck,” Cassie groans. “I’ll take care of you, baby.”
“Please,” you plead breathlessly.
Your hands travel down to Cassie’s ass, squeezing the juicy flesh there and encouraging her to move. She keeps rocking her hips over you, her fingers matching the erratic pace of her lower half. From outside and two stories down, you can hear the loud splash of the pool, someone likely cannon balling in, but it barely phases you, your focus devoted to the woman giving you pleasure.
“Are you close?”
You nod and whine, your shaky body speaking for you. With a moan, you hold onto Cassie’s shoulder while your other hand grips her hip, anchoring her to you.
Cassie drops her forehead to your shoulder as she continues, her body starting to grow tired. She just disregards it though, pushing through. Cassie adds a third digit to your hole, stretching your tight pussy out even more. Ruthlessly, she keeps fucking you with her fingers as she frantically humps your leg.
“Come on, baby. I know you’re close,” Cassie coaxes. “I wanna feel you.”
“I am,” you whine.
“Your pretty pussy is swallowing my fingers,” Cassie murmurs through heavy breathes.
“Fuck— mommy,” you pant.
Cassie’s movement slow momentarily as that word slips out. You realize what you said and open your mouth to apologize, but then Cassie’s shoving her fingers into you as far as she can go.
“What did you say?” Cassie asks, having heard you perfectly but wanting to hear it again.
“Mom-mommy.”
“So greedy,” she groans. “You need both a mommy and a daddy, huh?”
“Mhm.”
You bring a hand up to Cassie’s head, tucking some frizzy hair out of her face and brushing her greasy bangs off of her sweaty forehead. You look deep into her blue eyes, finding determination, desire, and something more tender.
“Almost,” you cry out.
“I want to see your pretty face as you cum on my fingers,” Cassie pants, her words encouraging you to reach the finish line.
“Wha-whatever yo-you say, mo-mommy,” you stammer.
“Good girl,” Cassie snarls.
You grind your hips against Cassie’s hand, your clit rubbing against her wrist. As you wriggle your legs to help bring you to your climax, it adds more pressure to Cassie’s soaked cunt on top of your thigh. She groans and keeps riding, her fingers still pumping, almost to the edge herself.
“I’m gonna—”
You cut yourself off with a roar of a moan, Cassie’s body shuddering in delight at the sound of it. You clench around her fingers, your pussy spasming, and your head dizzying with ecstasy. Cassie only moves faster, intoxicated by everything about you.
“That’s it,” she praises, her hips roughly moving over your thigh, almost burning the skin there.
“Daddy, you need to cum too,” you whine, knowing your words will set her off.
“Motherfuck—”
Cassie finishes then. With a few rough grunts, she juts her lower half against your poor, drenched leg. You take in her expression of euphoria, moaning as you watch her eyes roll back. Your name spills from Cassie’s lips in a shattered moan, her body shuddering through the overwhelming bliss she’s been craving.
Panting still, Cassie lets out a few satisfied sighs and rolls off of you. Both of you are hot, sweaty, and exhausted. Just inches apart, your bodies start to calm.
As your breathing begins to settle and the room quiets, you can hear chatter and laughter from the backyard, a reminder of what you’re missing. From your side, you hear Cassie sigh. She’s lying on her back parallel to you, staring up at the ceiling.
The sheets rustle as Cassie turns onto her side, now facing you. She props herself up on her elbow, her chin resting in her palm. Cassie then walks two fingers up your arm to your shoulder, her touch featherlight and a little playful. You turn your head to look at her and immediately take notice of her bright red cheeks and wild bed head.
“Are you okay?” Cassie asks, now flattening her palm against your shoulder so her thumb can draw soothing circles.
You close your eyes and nod, a soft smile growing on your face as you process everything that just happened. When you open your eyes, you roll onto your side to face her. Cassie’s hand retreats, letting you adjust. You bend your elbow and rest your head on your arm like a pillow.
“Is this a onetime thing?” you hesitantly ask, vulnerability flooding your features.
Cassie’s face softens instantly, and she cautiously reaches forward. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her hand then cupping your cheek. Cassie doesn’t say anything for a few moments, lost in your eyes with a small, warm smile painted onto her face.
“Do you want it to be?”
Slowly, you extend an arm downwards, testing as you lightly place your hand on Cassie’s waist. “Um… no,” you truthfully tell her, nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you wait for Cassie’s response.
“Okay,” she states, her tone gentle and soft. Cassie thinks for a couple moments, her brows knitting together. Then her face lights up just enough for you to notice. “Do you want to come over tomorrow?”
You press your lips together, trying to hold back the big grin fighting to come out. Your eyes drop down, the corner of your lips lifting slightly as you nod in confirmation.
But then Cassie grabs your chin, making you look at her. “You know how you said that you haven’t gotten fucked since you got that tattoo?”
“My tramp stamp? Technically I said I never got back shots with it, not that I hadn’t had sex since I got it.”
Cassie’s expression drops, her grip on your face tightening a tad. “So you’ve had sex with it?” Cassie questions, her free hand coming to slide across your waist to your lower back, her hand resting possessively over where the ink is.
You don’t respond for a few seconds, leaving Cassie on her toes. When her eyes narrow, silently commanding you to answer, you sigh and tell her, “I haven’t. I haven’t had sex since… god, I think sophomore year of college.”
“Was that with your ex? The 30 something year old?”
You raise a brow, amused and intrigued that she knows about and recalls that failed relationship of yours. “She was my last relationship,” you explain, “but I slept with someone after her. It was a casual hookup, and we never saw each other after. I’ve just been so busy that my love life has been on the back burner for a while now.”
Cassie strokes your hair soothingly. Whatever hardness had settled across her features previously has dissolved, her face relaxing into something kinder now. You catch a flash of vulnerability in her eyes as she draws in an uneven breath.
“Same here,” Cassie confesses. “I don’t think I’ve been on a date since…” Cassie looks up in thought as she tries to remember, a wry chuckle slipping out before she answers, “I think I was 36? 37? I haven’t slept with someone since I entered my 40’s.”
You nod, processing that information. If you’re too busy as a college student to pursue romance, you can’t imagine being an emergency medicine doctor and mom.
“But,” Cassie says with a sigh, shifting the topic, “circling back what I initially wanted to say, since you seem to want it so bad, I’ll fuck you from behind,” Cassie casually offers, although her gaze drops down to the sheets, breaking eye contact with you.
“Ahh,” you say, the corner of your lips pulling into a smirk. “Do you like my tattoo that much, Dr. McKay?”
Cassie rolls her eyes, a smile appearing on her face. “Maybe.”
“You can do it, Cass. But you better make it memorable,” you tease.
Cassie chuckles and looks back up to you, pulling your body closer to hers. “Do you not think I’m memorable?” Cassie gasps, pretending to be offended. “Really?” She drops her head to your ear. “Even after you cummed all over me?”
Your eyelids flutter shut, almost moaning at her words. “Jesus,” you shudder, bringing a hand up to grip her bicep. “I don’t think I could forget if I tried.”
Cassie presses a kiss to your cheek, unable to keep from smiling in self-satisfaction. “That’s what I thought,” she tells you, pulling back to look at you again.
You’re both stupidly smiling, your hands on each other, gently holding one another in some way. After a few moments of giddy silence, you drop your head to Cassie’s chest, nuzzling your head under her chin. You let out a content sigh and close your eyes, absentmindedly tracing lazy shapes on her arm with your fingernails.
Cassie smiles to herself and kisses the top of your head. She keeps an arm around you, rubbing your back. Her other hand cradles the back of your head, scratching your scalp consolingly. Cassie kisses your hair again before resting her cheek against the crown on your head.
“I bet people are wondering where we disappeared to,” Cassie murmurs.
You softly grunt in response, wanting to stay up here with Cassie. You hold onto her tighter, clearly having no intention of rushing back to the party.
“I’ll tell my mom I came upstairs to take a nap,” you reason, your voice muffled in Cassie’s chest. “She hasn’t even come looking for me. At least not in my room.”
“Would she just barge in without knocking?” Cassie asks, nerves creeping up at the thought of Dana walking in on her best friend naked in her daughter’s bed.
“No,” you answer with certainty. “She would at least knock first. You would be able to hear her footsteps anyways if she did come up here.”
“Mkay.”
“You’re fine, Cass.”
Cassie draws in a shaky breath, still unconvinced that this won’t have lasting repercussions. “I know.”
“Seriously,” you add, reassuring her.
“What am I going to tell D about where I disappeared to?” Cassie thinks out loud.
“Harrison called you?”
“For an hour?”
“I dunno,” you say, shrugging against Cassie. “Say that Harrison wouldn’t stop talking to about a video game or something, and that since it’s a holiday, you wanted to talk to him for longer because you don’t have him today.”
Cassie hums, considering it. “Maybe. I hate lying,” Cassie says with a groan.
“It’s that or tell everyone who asked about your little disappearance that you had sex with the hostess who’s also your coworker’s daughter.”
Chuckling, Cassie kisses the top of your head. Each time she does it, it fills you with a warmth you’ve never felt with anyone else before. You feel safe. Even loved.
“Lie it is,” Cassie says. “We need to go back soon though. It’s kinda rude.”
“I’m the hostess’s daughter, I can do what I want. You’re the helpful neighbor, so you should get a pass too.”
“I’m don’t think that’s how it works.”
“I make my own rules,” you say. Then there’s a few moments of tranquil silence, no awkwardness in the air, before you tell Cassie, “10 more minutes?”
Her arms tighten around you, holding you even closer. She nuzzles her head on top of yours as a contented breath slips past her lips, all tension leaving her body.
“Okay. 10 more minutes, baby.”
The sun barely set a few minutes ago, and fireworks have already started going off. In addition to the foldable tables, outdoor couch, and lounge chairs, you and your mom set up several lawn chairs in the yard to ensure that everyone can have a seat if they want. You, however, are not going to be needing one.
You’ve lived in this house since you were in elementary school. When you were twelve, the window screen in your bedroom broke. Because of that, you had easy access to the roof over the garage. It became your place to escape when things got tough, and you just need a minute alone.
Now, every year you watch fireworks on the Fourth of July by yourself on that same roof. You enjoy doing so, and your mom always lets you. When you first started, she was hesitant due to safety, but you’re an adult now and have done this dozens of times. It’s a solo tradition that you look forward to each year.
“Be safe, hon,” Dana tells you with a warm smile, giving your shoulder a squeeze.
“I will,” you reassure your mom before heading back into the house, the sound of fireworks exploding in the air becoming muffled by the walls.
Right outside of your neighborhood, there’s a firework show that you have the perfect view of from the room. It starts at precisely 8:00PM every year, so you always make sure to be seated and ready by then.
You climb the stairs, enter your bedroom, open your window, and climb out. You leave the window open, so you can get back in and fresh air can filter through your room. As you wait, you bring your knees to your chest, watching the fireworks that are already going off in the distance as your mind wanders to Cassie.
Back downstairs, Cassie’s about to take a seat beside Dana on a lawn chair when she realizes you’re nowhere in sight. It takes her a moment to remember that you like to watch fireworks on the roof by yourself.
A couple years ago Harrison begged to join, but he was far too little. Plus, it’s your thing. You told Harrison he could come out on the roof when he’s older, Cassie’s heart warming at the fact that you would include him in something so personal. Her cheeks warm at the memory.
After you guys slept together, you cleaned up and returned to the barbecue like nothing changed. You both gave a lame excuse, ones Dana surprisingly bought. For the rest of the party, you stayed away from each other for the most part, only talking in groups. You kept stealing some not too subtle glances of each other though, Trinity quickly catching on, though keeping quiet.
Cassie almost sits down beside Dana, her hands curling into fists at her side as she tried to fight her natural instincts. She wants to go check on you, make sure that you’re okay after today. She also just wants to see you, your face somehow both engraved in and slipping through her mind.
“Goddamit,” Cassie mumbles to herself under her breath. “Hey, D.” Your mom looks up to Cassie, raising a brow in question in the same way you do. “I kind of forgot that I told Harrison I’d call him. I’ll be back.”
“No problem, hon.”
Cassie smiles at her friend, thankful but also guilty. She weaves through the yard, the sound of fireworks crackling behind her. Cassie moves around your house quickly, but slows as she walks upstairs. When she reaches the top, she almost chickens out, but forces one foot in front of the other all the way to your bedroom.
The door leading in is cracked open. Cassie knocks lightly with her knuckles. When there’s no response, she gently pushes the door open, the hinges creaking. You’re not in your bedroom, but the window above the garage is open, Cassie already knowing that’s where you are.
She approaches cautiously, her heart beating out of her chest. Cassie can see your side profile as she gets closer. Since the social aspect of the festivities are over now, you’re wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt. She carefully climbs through the frame. The last time she climbed out a window was decades ago when she snuck out in high school religiously.
You hear a soft patter, assuming it’s just a firework. But when you hear it again, this time closer, so you turn around. You’re a bit startled, but you don’t jump as you see Cassie coming into the roof.
She looks up from her feet and at you, realizing she’s been caught. “Sorry,” she winces with an apologetic, sheepish grin. “I’m sorry, I can go, I—”
“It’s okay,” you cut her off, tenderness washing over your features as your lips curl into a warm smile.
Cassie looks at you for a moment longer, making sure you really don’t mind before venturing further down the roof until she’s at your side. She sits how you are, knees pulled to her chest and her eyes on the sky.
Colors burst overhead as you sit together in silence for a minute, the sound of crackling explosions in the air above the only things you can hear. Hesitantly, like she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to or not, Cassie turns her head to look at you. You’re mesmerized by the fireworks painting the sky. Her lips unconsciously curve softly as she watches your wondrous expression, completely mesmerized by you.
When you turn to look at Cassie, she looks away like a teenager whose crush just caught them staring. You let out a fond chuckle, and then sigh peacefully. Cassie’s face flashes in various colors as different fireworks go off in the distance.
“Did you want to sneak away from the party or just see me?” you tease, knowing that Cassie is an introvert.
Chuckling, Cassie looks at you again, her gaze meeting yours. “Both?”
You smile at her answer, then looking back to the shimmering sky. “I’m sorry for uh…” your voice trails off, instead replaced by a humorous scoff as you recall your actions earlier today, “for you know… doing all of that to you at the party.”
“You mean seducing me?”
You burst out laughing and shake your head, the sounds of your laughter filling Cassie’s ears moreso than the fireworks. “Don’t call it that,” you groan. “And it worked, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” Cassie admits, her face seemingly reddening, although, you can’t tell if it’s because of you or the lights in the sky.
You watch the current round of fireworks flicker through the sky, shapes of fruits appearing. Then, in a playful voice you ask, “were you serious about that offer?”
Confused, Cassie’s brows furrow together as she thinks over what you mean. A second later it hits her, a smirk growing on her face.
“Fuck yes,” Cassie tells you enthusiastically, hugging her knees closer to her chest, her toned arms wrapped around her legs.
Smiling softly, you let out a sigh of relief you didn’t even realize you weee holding, your shoulders relaxing. “Okay, good to know, McKay.”
Cassie looks at you, a crooked grin hanging from her face as you say her last name in that teasing yet cute tone. “You know where I live.”
“And you know where I live,” you reply, turning your head to look at Cassie too.
Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles, her dimples faintly appearing. It’s so cute, even more than a new puppy. Cassie keeps gazing at you until you break eye contact, looking back to the sky because you’re blushing under Cassie’s damn piercing stare.
With a chuckle, Cassie looks back to the fireworks too. Colorful sparks burst through the sky as the sun sets fully, a cool evening breeze replaces the day’s lingering warmth. Your shoulders naturally drift a little closer to Cassie’s until they’re just barely touching. She intentionally leans closer to you, her shoulder pressing against yours. You smile softly, the red light of an exploding firework illuminating your features as Cassie glances over to you.
She smiles at your smile, dimples carving into her cheeks. You turn to Cassie, a giddy grin spreading across your face. The glow of the fireworks reflects in her blue, shadowed eyes, absolutely enchanting.
Suddenly feeling shy under Cassie’s gaze, you drop your cheek to your knees, hiding half of your face. Cassie’s smile only grows as she looks at you with such affection you’ve never felt before. The firework show continues, but you and Cassie can’t bring yourselves to look away from each other.
“Stop!” you finally say, giggling like a little kid. “You’re distracting me!”
Cassie cackles and leans closer to you. “You’re distracting me.”
“Fuck off,” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes as sharp booms echo in the air.
“You little fucker,” Cassie murmurs as she closes the gap between you two.
“You’re the one—”
You gasp into Cassie’s mouth as she suddenly connects her lips with yours. You melt into her touch instantly, your hand coming up to cup her cheek. Cassie’s arms wrap around you. One of her hands cradles the back of your head, her fingers tangling in your hair.
You makeout for god knows how long. Cassie’s lips smoothly glide against yours, her tongue occasionally darting out. A warm feeling flutters in your stomach—not arousal but affection. Her lips feel so perfect against yours, like a final puzzle piece clicking into place.
When the kiss finally breaks, you lean your head against Cassie’s shoulder and watch the fireworks lighting up the sky. Sparks rain down in shimmering trails, gleams of color and sound colliding in chaotic bursts.
Cassie admires you for a moment before wrapping an arm around you, kissing the side of your head before resting it on top of yours. Rapid flashes and the sound of roaring crackling fill your ears. It feels as though the two of you have found your own quiet corner of the world, watching colors fade across the summer sky together.
A streak of white climbs into the darkness before exploding into a sphere of gold, its light washing over both of your faces for a fleeting second. The next firework bursts into a red heart, the sparkles lingering in the air and Cassie cuddled up at your side.
A soft sigh of contentment falls from your lips. Never did you think that you would be watching fireworks with Cassie McKay’s head on yours in your sacred spot. All of that effort you made to tempt her today was certainly worth it.
Now you know what Cassie tastes like. Sweet and sweaty like the Fourth of July.
babygirl emma nolan being a bit of a size queen and wanting mommy dana to stuff her full with all her fingers or a toy that looks far too big…
“oh cmon, sweetheart. you asked for this didn’t ya? wanted mama to stretch you out good? relax for me and it’ll go in niiiiice and easy….theres my girl. fuck, look at ya. pretty little pussy stuffed full of that big mean cock.”
dana pushing emma’s legs up towards her chest, bending her sweet girl in half, her cute frilly socks in the air, feet twitching as emma tries to keep her composure because it somehow feels even deeper at this angle. she can’t even speak, can only whine and sniffle and whimper for mama.
“good girl, babydoll.” dana kisses emma’s sweat slicked forehead. “takin’ it so damn well. if you keep this up I’ll buy you that extra big one you showed me. bet it’ll make this cute little tummy of yours bulge…”
i’m obsessed with your rabbot dad/daddy! maybe one of full aftercare after a punishment went a little too overboard? bc reader is genuinely still feeling guilty and sad and quiet and they get concerned? I kinda love the makingup fluff after being too mean
rabbot x reader, cw: fauxcest, aftercare, but also they can’t stop trying to fuck you, robby is dad, jack is daddy
the moment you feel your vision going spotty, you attempt to tap out. you hit the couch. once. twice. but it doesn’t come out as a tap. it looks like you having a tantrum, which is what got you into this mess in the first place. your chest heaves. you can’t breathe. distantly, you hear robby click his tongue behind you. “we hitting the leather now?” your head swims and you slam against the arm of the couch, going completely limp.
when you come to, robby is the one who looks like he’s about to crack in two. your head is in jack’s lap, and dad keeps wiping your face and brow with a cool cloth. your lips part. robby’s face crumples with complete relief. “oh god, honey. you were trying to tap out, weren’t you?” you try to muster a nod. jack bends to kiss you hair. “our poor baby. dads got too mean, huh?”
robby’s large hand envelopes your own. he brings it to his lips. “i’m so sorry, baby. i wasn’t listening right. that was on me.” you move to nuzzle his cheek. “‘s okay, dad… love you.” he looks to jack, who nods. robby pulls you into a crushing hug. “my baby. i love you so much. so, so much. dad got out of hand.” his voice cracks. you shake your head. “was bad… was so, so bad.” your breath hitches. you’re close to tears again. robby rocks you, back and forth and back, “you did so good. we’re so proud of you. we love you so much.”
your eyes are glassy with devastation. you repeat “didn’t wanna be bad.” jack presses a kiss to your head. “you’ve never been bad a day in your life, angel.” he looks to robby, who clears his throat. “daddy’s right. you’ve never been bad. you know we love you.”
jack wipes at his eyes, though he’d deny it if you ever asked. he forces a smile. “you want cocoa, princess? think that’ll make it better?” you shake your head miserably. “don’t deserve cocoa.” robby fights the ugly, automatic urge to lecture you. to slap you. to say “you don’t decide that.” instead, he rubs your back, tilts your chin, and peppers kisses on your cheeks. “course you deserve it, baby. sweetest girl in the world deserves sweet drinks.” he adds, semi cruelly, “you trust us, don’t you?”
you nod your head fervently. if there is one thing you trust in this world, it’s your dads. jack kisses your head again. “daddy’s gonna make you cocoa, okay?” you make a pitiful sound. “okay…”
while jack works in the kitchen, robby kneels in front of you. he presses your thighs apart. “lemme say sorry, angel.” his mouth works against you. your head tilts back. “‘s my fault.” again, he fights the urge to smack your thigh. he shakes his head, beard scratching against your skin. “no, baby. it wasn’t. you did so well.”
jack comes back into the living room, cup of hot chocolate in hand. he smiles softly, then settles beside you as robby continues. “dad helping you out, bunny?” his lips are on yours, firm, steady. you feel the tension in your heart ebb. jack kneads at your breast. “we just want you to feel good, honey. wanna cum for your dads?”
your body begins to spasm. you clutch at robby’s hair. he doesn’t flinch. his tongue works until you fall apart, and pulls away without overstimulating you. jack pulls you into his lap. robby kisses your cheek, lips still glossy with your release. “forgive us.”
eek okay ty for replying! my stepcest thoughts were pretty strongly inspired by your “perv dr jack gives you an exam” fic (love btw i come back to her at least once a week).
i couldn’t stop thinking about stepdad jack pussy inspections, him teasing your clit with soft kisses and nibbling on your lips, kisses all over your thighs. calling you a dirty girl for letting your stepdad do this to you in his marital bed, spanking your pussy when your hips move on their own to try and make his fingers slip inside or his tongue circle your clit, laughing when he finally slips his ring and index fingers inside (wedding ring still on) and feels you clench down on him when audibly mom passes by the locked door. finally fucking you with a hand over your mouth and the headboard banging against the wall, way too loud but you’re both too far gone to care and turned on by the idea of being caught
y’know. normal things to think about :D
WHEWWWW IM BLUSHINGGG this is so delicious anon thank you for the meal !!!!!!! and thank you for liking my fic hehe
18+ MDNI | cw: stepcest
stepdad jack pussy inspections oh my god. he does them regularly. it started off monthly, then every fortnight, then weekly, and now it's pretty much whenever he can get you alone. he has his readers on and they're slipping down his nose as he laps and bites at your inner thighs, "dad's just checkin', baby. gotta make sure you're sweet and healthy down here."
he's teasing your leaky hole with his fingers, trying to see how much slick he can force out of your cunt :( "just gotta see how hydrated you are. mmh, looks like you've been drinkin' enough water, sweetheart, such a good girl."
when he ducks in to kiss at your folds and you squeal, he laughs. "sensitive little thing, aren't you?" he whispers as the corners of his eyes crinkle. you whine, tugging at his silver curls that peek out between your thighs as he licks softly at your cunt.
him kissing up your body, blowing raspberries on your tummy to make you giggle 😵💫 then finally he's fucking you while his thick fingers are stuffed in your mouth :( n you start looking up at him, eyes wide while you suck on his wedding ring nnngh.
jack looks back at you and goes "shhh, you're such a brave girl, letting me touch you like this, but you gotta be quiet, okay, baby? your mom's gonna hear," as if the headboard isn't hitting the wall loud enough to wake up the whole street
Got me so happy abt bette porter FICS, can't find any ANYWHERE
(i will definetly be writing some in the near future! for now take this teeny tiny drabble i wrote)
momsbestfriend!bette porter x fem!virgin!reader...
"have you done this before, honey?" bette whispered in your ear, unhooking your bra from behind. her hand brushes against your back, lower and lower, making you shiver underneath her.
"no," you replied, not daring to look her in the eyes, "i mean… i’ve watched stuff but, no, i’ve not done it with anyone before."
mmmh bette groaned at your words, pressing her lips to your neck and letting her hands wander to grope your hard nipples. she swirls them around between her fingers, teasingly pinching them to hear your small yelps of pleasure.
"can you do something for me, sweet girl?" bette asks, grabbing your chin to make you face her, you nod before she talks again, "can you call me 'mommy'? can you beg mommy to touch you? for me?"
tags: oneshot. dayshift-surgeon!emery walsh x camgirl/sugarbaby!reader. rating M so mdni. walsh spoiling u while u touch yourself. dirty talk, praise kink. bad with tags
wc: 1.7k+ words
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it was one of those days where the surgeon felt bored and pent up when she thought of searching those sites where you give money for sexual favours.
she overhead one of her residents talking about it and it piqued her interest.
she was curious enough to search it on the web. she knows the depravity of it but she can't help it. she's too tired to date, too tired to give in to a domestic life with someone, especially when she's at the peak of her career.
plus, it's fair game, she reassures herself. it's a 'service' she's paying. she's not taking advantage of anyone. what more, she's probably helping other people.
shock is an understatement when she opened the site. there were so many people trying to give, and naturally, there were so many people wanting to spend here; it made her feel less guilty about opening that kind of website.
she narrowed down her searches to her location, she wanted to meet someone near, someone she could use in an instant.
scroll. opened a profile. too far.
scroll.
look at profile. not her type.
scroll.
look at profile. sent a message, user is still offline.
scroll.
look at profile. no other pictures. maybe a scam
scroll.
it took her a few minutes before she stumbled on your profile.
'this one's kind of nice' she thought, she immediately sent you a message. luckily, you were livestreaming, doomscrolling since it was a slow day for you. the notification popped up from 'lookingforsugar' site.
"hey, you look like you'll give me a good time ;)" the message read.
"hii im live here camgirllivedotdotcom" you replied, not paying attention to it.
walsh was still scrolling the site when she received your reply. she opened the link and saw you.
you were wearing a red lingerie, complementing your skin tone. it tightly wraps your sun-kissed skin, and she can see the trace of your hardened nipple on its fabric. you were lying on your side, and the camera only showed half of your face, you were staring at the phone.
emery gulped at the sight of you. the surgeon felt something aching on her core . she typed in to chat, but it was blocked by a pop-up.
'error: you need to create an account to message in the stream.'
walsh cursed herself, already excited to message you, she quickly made an account, linking her bank account, ready to spend it on you.
scalpelwlsh: hey pretty girl, nice lingerie.
a beep notification from the live woke you up from your phone, you look at your laptop and saw the message. before you can say your thanks, another message popped up.
scalpelwlsh: nicer if u take them off
you smirked, this one's straight to the point, exactly how you want to be told.
of course, you needed to tease her, you needed to put on a show, you squeeze your clothed breasts, you flicked your right nipple, and you whimpered at the sensation.
"this one?" you asked. looking for her assurance.
scalpelwlsh: *sent $20 *yes. off.
this one's nice, you thought. you reached for your back and unclasped the hook of your bra, revealing your bare breasts, flicking your nipples, you moan at the sensation.
on the other side of the screen, dr. walsh was already finger deep in herself. circling her throbbing clit at the sight of you.
she was pent up; it's been a while since she touched herself, and looking at your body was enough to send her to the edge.
"ugh, this is making me wet," you said teasingly, flicking the waistband of your panty.
scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* OFF
you sat up to pull your panties down. once it's off, you spread your legs in front of the screen, folds glistening as you circle your clit.
scalpelwlsh: such a good girl for me
scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* keep fucking yourself till u cum, want to hear u moan.
you chuckled at the message. her command was direct, and you followed suit. you trail your fingers in your cunt, it was already dripping. you put two fingers in to fuck yourself while playing with your nipples.
walsh, who was doing the same, followed the rhythm of your fingers as she fucked herself. your moans are echoing in her room from her laptop. it didn't take long till you both came at the same time.
scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* such a pretty pussy, i bet it'd feel good on my fingers.
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the set-up went up for weeks, walsh would miss a couple of your streams, and you took notice of it. she was always your biggest spender and apart from that, her requests always make you feel good.
despite walsh's intention of meeting someone right away, she actually felt satisfied sending money and getting off online. plus, she was always busy at work, watching you at her screen before sleeping was enough for her.
not until that one night. walsh was doing a 16-hour shift. she was supervising a teaching case and the resident fucked up. apart from that, the anesthesiologist were trying to rush the case so it would be safe for the patient.
frustrated, emery just took over the whole case when it was supposed to be a teaching case.
"i have to do everything around here!" she said while fixing up the patient. the whole OR, quiet, as she finished it up in record time of 45 minutes.
after the surgery, her frustration lingered. it wasn't enough to berate her residents; she was ready to take it out on someone. naturally, her mind thought of you.
when she came home, it was already late, and you had finished streaming. she thought of the site where to message you.
a message from 'lookingforsugardotdotcom' popped in:
emscalpel: "missed your stream, wanna meet?"
you saw the message history where you sent your livestream link. then it clicked.
the word 'scalpel' triggered you, scalpel, you recognize that username, scalpelwlsh, it was the same person, you thought, because who would have their username as scalpel, it's probably her.
"hey im down, but can we set up a call first?"
"yeah, sure."
you went ahead and set up a call with her. a private one. you admit this excited you, it's been a while since someone took you out. plus, you're curious about her. it's a good feeling to put a face on someone who's sent thousands of dollars just to see you pleasuring yourself.
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walsh just finished showering. she couldn't dry her hair completely. she threw on a white shirt and a couple of gold chains to accessorize. somehow, she felt like she was going on a date, even if it was the opposite. she was actually getting ready for the private call with you.
it felt formal, you were on your laptop so the screen is bigger when you see her face. walsh thought the same, seeing you on the phone wouldn't cut it.
you called her, it rang a couple of times before she answered. the screen flickered when she entered the call. then, you saw her. she was beautiful, her curls falling before her shoulders; it looked a bit damp, like she had just taken a shower. you were enamored by her beauty when she started speaking.
"hey, so this is actually the first time im doing this"
emery opened up. her voice was silky hot, your thought immediately went to how her voice would sound like saying the commands she sends on your live stream.
"that's okay, what's your name? scalpel?" you joked, and she laughed.
"emery" she said, her voice airy and raspy.
"but you can call me mommy, or daddy" she added. leaning on the screen and smirking. your stomach fluttered, and you felt your clit pulsed by her remark.
it was her first time, and it didn't feel like it. she was composed about meeting you. she seemed confident, and somehow that turned you on.
she cracked a couple of jokes at you, and you find it cute that her eyes disappear when she smiles.
you explained that it was a pay-per-meet basis. you named your price, and she brush it off. she didn't even try to haggle, which was normal with your customers. you grew more curious about her, and you can't wait to find out on the date. she asked for your payment details, and you did.
after the call, you received the payment.
"emery walsh sent you $1000"
it was more than you asked for. you were about to say your thanks when another notification popped up.
"emery walsh sent you $1000"
you were speechless; she really was spoiling you. you thank whoever sent her from the sky, because she might as well be an angel.
"wear something nice, okay? see you"
emery texted. you immediately went looking at shopping sites, browsing at dresses and even lingerie to get ready for the date.
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going to the restaurant was nerve-wracking, it's been a while since you got taken out, but of course, you didn't want to fall flat. as promised, you wore a tight-fitting dress to highlight your curves.
emery reveled at the sight of you, satisfied with how you presented yourself to her. emery, on the other hand, wore a cream suit with a dark brown laced-singlet inside it. her hair half parted by a claw clip, with her curls falling on the side of her face. she looked more beautiful in person.
"so dine and fuck, then i'll get my dessert later." she whispered in your ear, smirking at you. she held your waist and led you to the restaurant. her hands low on your waist, almost feeling your backside as you sit on the table.
you let emery pick the restaurant. it was a cozy candle-lit dinner. it's perfect, it looked like you two were just going on a date, she's perfect.
while eating dinner, you talked about the arrangement, how you can meet once a week, how she'll give you an allowance per week, even giving you a key to her apartment so you can freely stay there. she wanted you close so she can use you.
you learned she was a surgeon, and you felt brimming with joy at the revelation. you opened up that you stopped medical school, but is saving up for it.
medicine was something you have in common, so you let her talk about her surgeries. one particular story about her residents fucking up.
after dinner, you already knew where this was going. emery hinted that her apartment was near the area. of course, you grabbed at the chance of it.
her hands were already caressing your curves as you walked together.
it was going to be a long night.
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cred to this post & mcvadi fic rotting my brain when i watched this interview.
a/n: irdk if its accurate. lowkey lazy to research. this is just a little blurb offering, because i'm still writing a smut WIP that is taking longer than expected. and i cant get it off my head 😵💫. this would be hotter as pittyuri ugh. but my x reader demon made me write this. edit details later need to post bc my brain is short-circuiting. edited and proofread
warnings: 18+, for a fem!reader, includes dubcon (reader is under the influence of alcohol). dom!victoria + degradation and praise mix !! (many variations of slut and cunt are used, the term ‘toy’ is used) reader receives slaps (thighs, pussy, and ass). reader gets bitten (neck and thighs), mentions of v’s nose getting in some fun too !!, overstimulation (reader cries because of said overstimulation) aftercare is included.
extra notes ( 🗒️ ): interactions are greatly appreciated as well as any feedback you may have concerning my writing :) i want to improve as i know this isn’t the greatest lol. just shoot me a dm, comment, or a anon ask if you feel like something needs to be improved !! — divider credits to @/cursed-carmine via this post !!
𓊆 🩸 𓊇 — it’s been a busy week, and you desperately need a drink. victoria, as the worker she is, stays a bit later at the office. you two meet back home. with the way the week has gone, you two have barely had anytime for one another. she has an idea to remove the thoughts from your head and to make the stressors of the work week disappear. you just have lean back and trust her.
you groaned in annoyance as you tried to stick your house key into the keyhole again, but failed. you pushed the key into to no avail. in your inebriated state, you wanted to start sobbing while calling victoria to leave the office to let you in. you examined the key as close as you could under the light on the porch, only to realize your mistake. you were putting in the key wrong. a ghost of a laugh left your chest, as you fixed your mistake and finally headed inside your home.
the buzz of the the drinks you consumed was increasing in intensity as you slowly walked through the house and carefully up the stairs to your shared room. you admittedly got a little sidetracked once you sat down on your bed half-naked. scrolling on your phone in nothing but your underwear, tired from the work week in need of a distraction. the drinks were almost enough. enough to keep you sane with your thoughts away from work until the dreaded time of a sunday night came around.
the next hour seemed like nothing, as you aimlessly scrolled through your social media feeds. it seemed to be a seemless back and forth between your instagram reels and twitter feed. the thing that snapped you out of your trance was the door of the bedroom opening. you sat up, slightly startled. you lifted your gaze from your screen to see your wife, victoria entering the room. “oh, um… hi.” she greeted with a small bite of her bottom lip upon seeing your basically naked. “is this a little surprise for me, sweetheart?” victoria’s soothing voice questioned as she placed her phone over onto her nightstand.
in victoria’s eyes you looked so pretty. so pretty that it hurt a little. so pretty that she wanted to fuck you stupid. she wanted to fuck you so hard until you cried genuine tears of pleasure. the answer you gave vicky didn’t register after the moment of silence after her question, allowing your spouse to let her thoughts drift.
“i was getting changed, got a little distracted. just been so stressed.” you replied. there was no response from vicky, just silence as she looked you over, her eyes slow. they were taking their time, drinking you in, wanting every part of you right then and there.
a small huff left the other woman’s lips, a small pout forming for you. “i’m sorry to hear that honey.” victoria took off her coat, tossing it to the side before slipping next to you in your shared bed. “what do you need from me?” she asked softly, full of care and concern. “mm… i don’t know.” you slurred out slightly, your mind going to what some would consider an interesting way to relieve stress.
you had that look in your eye, and victoria noticed. almost a little too quick. “i know what you need.” she replied with a cunning smile. “you need your brain turned off.” the woman implied suggestively. vicky’s hands started at your cheeks, bringing her face closer to yours to capture your lips in a quick peck to the lips. teasing. nothing close to enough of what you wanted. of what you needed. victoria knew that, but her lips moved to your neck anyway.
she left you breathless with ease, the small pecks leaving desire and desperation for more contact in their wake. victoria was enjoying your reactions, your small whines with every small peck down your chest, only leaving lingering sucks on your nipples. the woman chuckled at the sound, sighing. “don’t worry baby, just trust me. let me take care of you.” god, being teased mercilessly didn’t sound so bad when she said it like that.
you nodded eagerly, relaxing a little more under her touch. victoria continued to kiss her way down your body her hands pausing at your underwear. "you look so fucking pretty like this. so perfect. and you're all mine. only mine." your wife whispered, kissing at your inner thighs. she bit the sensitive skin, just to hear you whimper again. a small growl left the older woman’s lips at your noise of pleasure, leaving another bite on each of your inner thighs. she soon returned to biting, which let to whimper and try to arch off the bed. “vicky, please.” you started. “please, please, please.” you continued, desperate for her tounge inside you.
“please, what?” victoria questioned, slapping lightly at the lips of your pussy. “please what, my desperate slut? hm?” with her question, the slaps got increasingly harder, causing your legs to try and close at the sting on your sensitive skin. the older woman spread your legs for you again, continuing to bite at you thighs. “gotta be more specific when you ask, baby.” she murmured. “i get mixed signals, so i’ll keep biting you and slapping at your nasty little cunt.” another slap, hard and aiming at your clit. you jumped and gasped, victoria leaving soft kisses in the wake of the bites she had left recently.
“try again, honey. please what?” your drunk mind swims so lightly on the feeling of slight pleasure, you almost forgot to answer your own wife. “please eat me out, i need your tongue n’ fingers in me.” you slurred out, some of the words in your important question being dampened by the alcohol in your system. victoria grins wickedly at your words, leaving one more bite to your thighs. the woman then lifted your legs, your asshole feeling more of the cool air of your bedroom.
it naturally clenched as victoria started to lick at your slit, a long lick from your clit to your asshole. the tip of her nose followed suite, allowing extra stimulation to commence after her tongue. vicky rubbed the tip of her nose back and forth along your opening. “fucking delicious. cunt is so slick and i haven’t even done anything. you’re such a slut for me.” your wife commented, completely pulling back from the wet mess that was your pussy. it earned a whimper from you, victoria using her palm to spank at your right thigh. “my desperate slut. sluts don’t complain when i tease. sluts take what i give them.” the woman teased. “yes ma’am.” you whimpered through the stinging aftermath of her harsh spank. “that’s right, ‘yes ma’am’ is exactly right, my good toy. such good manners.”
victoria could sense your eagerness to be touched, your hips lifting slightly upwards to where her mouth once was. as delicious it would be to keep teasing you, it would be even more satisfying for her to have you cum all over her tongue and fingers. her mouth didn’t hesitate this time, pressing hard against your opening. victoria’s tongue dove into your desperate pussy, earning a loud moan in return. the woman chuckled at the noise, sending vibrations to your core through her tongue, causing you to shiver.
the pleasure coursing through you was growing in intensity as the minutes passed, making it hard stay still. your hands found victoria’s hair. you tugged at her soft locks as she continued to lick and eat at your messy pussy. the woman pushed her tongue deeper inside you, a yelp leaving your lips as your hips flinched upward. “a…ah! vicky, please! it’s too much, fuck. fuck…!” “mm nm. take it.” victoria mumbled into your pussy, almost making your legs shake. “be a good toy and take it.” she mumbled again, pulling back slightly to suck at your opening.
without much asking, your wife entered her middle and ring fingers inside you at a slow place, even as she continued to suck at your clit. you gripped at her hair, rough at the pleasure she brought. “fuckkkk…” you groaned out, your head tilted back, fully relaxed onto the bed. vicky let go of your clit with a small ‘pop’ from her mouth, humming in slight amusement. “yeah, toy? that brain finally shutting off for me?” she questioned, spanking your left thigh. you didn’t respond to her question, her voice fading in and out due your intoxication.
“mm, good.” victoria responded at your non-existent answer, her fingers picking up the the pace. she felt your pussy flutter around her digits. she moved up your body, pressing wet, sloppy kisses amongst your skin. she revisited your neck, biting hard at the skin. you yelped, only egging victoria on to keep going while her fingers worked you to your peak. you were close, you were so fucking close. right on that edge, ready to completely let go. you fluttered around your wife’s fingers once more, clenching. trying to hold it in.
“‘m so close vicky, please.” you begged her, your legs starting to twitch, your body starting to tremble. “no, slut, not yet.” she responded with another harsh bite your neck and a slap to your thigh. you whined at the pain and the denial of your orgasm, almost crying. “you cum when i say. not before.” the woman warned, letting up on your neck but quickening her fingers to a punishingly fast pace. you squirmed and moaned and almost started screaming at the sensations and pace of it all. “fuck, fuck! please, vicky, please! i just wanna cum. so, so, bad. please, please, please!” you babbled out, your own voice sounding slightly louder than it actually was.
all you received in response was more thighs slaps, each one harder than the previous. victoria gave you five hard slaps on each thigh, your screams filling the shared bedroom. tears started to flow from your eyes, your skin feeling like it had been set ablaze. “beg me to let your cunt cum, toy.” victoria commanded with almost a growl, giving your ass a few slaps, five on both cheeks. “fucking beg me. show me how obedient you can be. how good and desperate you are to cum all over your miss.” through your tears, it was hard to form words. the overstimulation of pleasure and pain, along with the drinks still in your system.
“mm… please, please, please!” you started, your throat already feel hoarse from tears as you squirmed, victoria’s fingers barely letting up their pace inside you. “please, please, miss. i’ve been so good.” you continued, some of yours slurring together. “i haven’t cum without permission and held it so good.” you sniffed and moaned, since victoria had paused her spanking. “you sounded so good for miss, when you cry. i should let you cum, yeah?” your wife questioned, the question barely being able to fully leave her lips before you eagerly nodded at her. “yes, miss. fuck yes. please, please just let me cum.” you begged, earning yourself another spank on the ass.
you flinced and whimpered at the pain. a hum from vicky, you couldn’t quite tell if it was in approval or yet, nor did you really care. what you cared about was her permission. the permission she held that would allow you to release. “i… think my pretty girl has gone through enough.” your wife coos gently, her fingers slowing down in speed but building in pressure. “cum, sweet girl. cum for your miss.” victoria’s words of permission hit you like a brick wall before you finally let go and cum all over her fingers. you let out a desperate cry, almost shuddering your back off of the bed. your tears are still present but no longer flowing. your toes curl and your fingers are still gripping at victoria’s hair which is now messy, compared to what it was like this morning.
your high feels phenomenal, soon met with the floating, cloudy feeling you often had after an intense orgasm. aftershocks rippled through you in waves, victoria gently moved you, before gathering some water for you, ointment, and warm washcloth. your wife repositioned you so you two were lying down chest to chest, your backside to the open.
“shh, shh, shh…. i’ve got you.” victoria softly spoke, gently rubbing at the places she spanked, kissing at your temple. “i know that was intense, sweetheart. you’re on such a high right now, such a good girl. just drift for me.” she cooed gently, continuing to gently rub at your sore skin. “can i get some water, miss?” you questioned barely above a whisper, eyeing the bottle of cold water she had on the nightstand for you. “of course, baby. sit up a little.” you sat up as prompted, in which victoria let you sip away at your water, her other hand stroking at your hair.
even when you settled back down against her body, the stroking of your hair continued, gentle and caring. she then made sure to wipe the parts of you that would be sore tomorrow, mainly your thighs and your ass. “all of your marks are gorgeous, my sweet girl. from your neck…. to your thighs… to your ass…” she admired, a kiss to your temple after every place was mentioned. “you just rest, my love. you deserve it.” victoria whispered against your flushed skin, lying back into the pillows as she noticed you melting into her arms.
“you did so good for me, baby. just drift off. i’ve got you.” the woman continued, rubbing small circles into the skin of your back. “‘m so glad you trusted me. to take all your thoughts away and surrender to me. thank you.” another soft kiss to your temple. she let the comfortable silence rest in the air, letting you drift off in her arms. as you eventually closed your eyes and your body prepared to fully rest, you felt another soft kiss to your forehead, warm and comforting. “sleep well, baby. you’ve earned it.”
your hangover was going to hit hard, but in the moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care. because you were in victoria’s arms. and right now, that’s what you needed and where you truly belonged.
