Summary: Reader learns why all the girls go crazy over her best friend.
Content: 2nd POV, friends to lovers, mentions of infidelity, oral (reader receiving). minors dni.
A/N: I know a Tate fic was requested but lost it in my inbox but here is something for her :) fulfilling requests today since I have a lot of free time.
Your curiosity burned you in a lot of ways. Always wanted to know the ins-and-outs of everyone around you dynamics and what made people tick. Tate wasn't that hard to understand, but you never knew how she always managed to have a trail of lovesick girls following after her.
It started your last year of high school when you noticed how many women fawned over her. You hadn't realized in all your years of knowing her that Tate was so charming because she was your best friend. You've seen her flirt once or twice, but being on the receiving end of it seem to make these women's brain's short-circuit. Now that you two are older, out of college, and still by each other's side, you feel like there isn't that wall there that existed when you were younger. You almost had no filter when you asked her what the big fucking deal about herself was.
Tate laughed when you asked, her brown locks falling over her face. She tilts her head and looks at you through a few whispy strands.
"What's got you wanting to know, huh? Heard somethin' about me?" She teases, something you're use to, but you tense up from her question.
"Just curious that's all. I mean you must be doing something if you got that girl...what's her name...Olivia or something? She keeps following me and unfollowing me trying to keep tabs on you. You know someone is desperate if they're following someone's best friend who hasn't posted on instagram in over two years."
Tate laughed again, this time louder. It was beyond you how she could just take it all in jest. You've never done well with possessiveness let alone the kind that borders on pure obsession. So how she could be so nonchalant about the topic left you with more questions. She's your best friend, but you just never pried despite wanting to know. Tate also never was one to put her business out there no matter how messy her life got. You got glimpses of it when you were shown texts or someone was bold enough to go up to her in public for a small confrontation. Every time Tate handled it with ease, always placating this month's girl with a few words. It was impressive just as much as it was toxic.
"I don't know what to say. I'm not looking to commit right now, and I tell every girl that, but I guess they can't help themselves." You cock a brow, not satisfied with the answer. The questions in your head were bordering on invasive, but Tate was an open book for you.
There were a few beats of silence between you two and Tate knew you still had more inside of you. That knowing smiling spread across her lips, the one you've witness many times before but weren't on the receiving end of. Your heart begins to race and your skin gets warm.
"I can just show you, y'know."
A simple offer that had you laying with your back against your bed and your best friend between your legs. It all happened so quick, in a lust-induced blur, but you welcomed her touch. She touched you like you were familiar to her. After years of being best friends you two have never blurred any lines or been physical with each other, so you were impressed at how quickly Tate was able to pick up on your sexual quirks. She knew what each moan meant, when to slow down, when to dial it up.
"Oh shit T-Tate...fuck!"
You were hesitant at first to moan considering the situation at hand, but the way Tate's mouth worked against your pussy while the pads of her fingers dug into your hips drove you crazy. Tate was all focused, minimal teasing, when she had you mouth on your sex. Her tongue would run along with the edges of your folds while her top lip was pressed into your clit. Your back arched off the mattress as she brought her bottom lip back up to wrap around your sensitive bud. Still nervous to moan too loudly, a sharp gasp gets caught in your throat at the feeling of Tate sucking forcefully.
Tate has been between the legs of many, but she can't deny that it's a little special that she's between your legs. She's never imagined you in this way, but having you underneath her and at her whims was the most exciting thing she's experienced in years. The air in the room with thick and filled with your scent. Tate took in the smell of you and groaned against your cunt. She was slightly intoxicated on the sweet scent and taste that she found herself losing control. She had to show you exactly why it's her tongue that drives these girls crazy.
Her hands were strong as they grip your hips. Your body trembled, especially your thighs, as you braced yourself for each lick and each suck.
"You're so fucking wet for me," Tate takes on a little more of a teasing tone. It's just an observation but it makes the goosebumps on your skin stand up. You were absolutely dripping for some you call your best friend. "So wet that I can just do this..."
Two fingers come to your entrance and slip in with ease. Immediately Tate is engulfed in your warm, wet walls as they invite her inside. Your cunt was squeezing her in anticipation for more. A silent demand for more. Who was Tate to deny your body of what it truly wants? Her breath fans against your inner thigh as she watches her fingers work in and out of you. She's in awe, just staring at the mess coating her fingers and dripping onto the bed.
"Would you get this wet for me if I was someone else?"
"Tate!" Your whines are desperate. You don't respond, but the way you moan says more than words ever could.
"Shh."
You wonder why she makes you shut up, but when we hearing the squelching sound of your pussy filling your ears and the silence around you. It's so erotic that it's too filthy for you to bare. You wish you could bury your face in the pillows and hide, but Tate makes you listen.
"So wet I know this pretty pussy can take my fingers even deeper."
Tate follows through, her fingers pushing further into you. You hold your breath, waiting for the moment she tells you she wants to hear you voice again. Little moans and whimpers slip out as she comes to a comfortable rhythm of fucking in and out of you.
"How good does it feel?" Tate was good at commanding words out of you without being too demanding. The way her words dripped with honey made it easy for you to fold.
"S-So good."
"I bet it does."
It's almost hard for her to keep pumping in and out of you when your cunt is just gripping her so tight, but Tate would be a liar if she said she didn't like the feeling. She's determined to work up to a pace that's fast and has you seeing stars. The way she caresses the inside of your thigh has you opening up and you feel her fingers hitting spots that you never knew existed. Tate gave you plenty of reasons why the women she deals with cling to her, but you really understood when she leaned down to wrap her lips around your clit again while her fingers curled inside of you.
"Oh my god!"
The noise that came out of your mouth felt foreign. You were a mess, something between moaning and crying when Tate hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you. All attempts to compose yourself went out the window and you could feel yourself slowly losing control of your body.
Such a no-brainer to Tate was a mindblowing act for someone else. Maybe she just came across an abundance of women in her life that have never been fully satiated in the bedroom, but the mouth on clit while fingering combo never failed her. The amount of women who've told her she's the first and only person to make them squirt was in the tens. Tate was shocked at first, but learned to wield her power whenever there was some she really wanted. This situation was odd enough, so she spared you of showing you the full weight of her on-slaught, but even this was a lot to handle for you. She wanted your friend to remain intact at the end of the day.
"C'mon, Y/n, cum for me baby."
Her voice was sweet yet demanding. Her words, her fingers, and her lips coaxed an orgasm out of you. White-hot pleasure consumed you as your body tensed up. No matter how much your hips bucked or you trembled, Tate kept herself attached your cunt. The feeling of your walls pulsing around her is something she will never forget. You were a wet, hazy mess falling apart for her. Your body felt heavier as you sunk into the bed, breathing heavy and seeing stars.
"Oh shit baby."
You look up through half-closed eyes to see Tate hovering of you. She looks down at you, spit on your swollen lips and tears in your eyes, and she can't help but smile. She wipes the mess that's all over her lips, your mess, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. It was more intimate than you were expecting.
like... "diesel is desire, you were playing with fire" very much sounds like taylor saying "you knew what you were doing and you liked it" but it's so confusing in context of the song when she's also saying things like "telling me to punish you for things you never did." soooo intrigued to see if/how our hazy understanding of this song becomes clearer with ttpd
If there was one thing Taylor wanted most it was to look like she wasn't bothered by whoever was on your arm tonight.
You two agreed that having mutual friends wouldn't be a problem at all, that you are both "mature" and can "handle" being around each other after your almost-relationship fell apart. Taylor walked around as if nothing about what was happening could phase her, but she was lying to herself. She would look at your post and watch your instagram stories over and over again, looking to catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar silhouette. The healthier thing to do would be to not go looking at all, but she did. She looked and every time she saw something she didn't like she felt a weird thump in her chest. She carried around that jealousy for days and eventually forgot about it; until it was time for her to hurt herself again.
To be her and this pathetic was embarrassing. It makes her feel low and when she's in a low place she acts out. She had raised her skirt to be a few inches shorter and pulled down her top. There wasn't any guarantee that you were going to budge or want her back. She was the one who had ended things, so you were well within your rights to do what you want, but she was in one of those moods where she wanted fuck everything up.
She had been eyeing you and whoever that is with you all night until she walked away leaving you alone by yourself. Taylor was bold to walk across that room and place herself right in front of you. You had no choice but to accept her presence, after all you two had agreed that you can be around each other without any problems
"Y/n! Hey!"
Taylor gets close as if the music is too loud for you to hear. You looked surprised to see her, which she liked because it means she has the upperhand.
"Hey, Tay! I didn't know you were coming. Syd didn't tell me you were coming."
Tay
A nickname many people called her, but it sounded so different coming from your mouth. The single syllable always came out of your mouth so soft and sweet and reminded her of moments when you two were alone, together.
"You know I always come to anything Sydney throws." Not exactly the truth, but you weren't going to challenge her on it which is exactly why she said it.
Taylor thought about playing nice and coy tonight, but she got straight to the point.
"So, who did you come with tonight?"
Your eyes go wide and you try to stumble through getting a sentence out. You were allowed to do what you want, but you feel like you've been caught.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, c'mon. I'm not dumb Y/n. I saw that girl you were with. Is she your girlfriend?"
You look away unable to answer because she got you. You didn't know how to answer. You were just seeing that girl in the same way you were just seeing Taylor before her, but admittedly it wasn't the same. Everything was so fun with Taylor, electrifying, and you feared that you would be searching for that with everyone you tried to date after her.
"Is that why you watch my stories? To see who I'm with?"
"Well, is she the shadow I see?"
Taylor always had the upper hand whether it be her getting the last word or making your heart beat uncontrollably. No matter how hard you tried to move on, you wanted her so bad. You two wanted things to work out but there was an underlying feeling that you two specific people would never be able to work in the way you want it to. But sex didn't require further thought on the status of one's relationship.
"Taylor. Are you really going to do this to me?"
The look in your eyes, the sound of your voice; she's got you. She keeps the shit eating grin off of her face, but she's beaming on the inside when you silently agree to ditch her date and go back to Taylor's place that was blocks away.
'You always know how to get someone into trouble while keeping your hands clean.'
You had told her that just a few weeks after knowing her. On your second day of meeting each other you were pinned to a wall with her hands down your pants. She rubbed you in the most magical way and made you cum in record time. You were embarrassed sometimes by how bad you wanted her; it offsets her embarrassing tactics to get her way.
What you missed most about Taylor was how she kissed you. She grabs your head in the most possessive way as if you would dare move away from her. She always kissed you hurriedly like you would you disappear within seconds. You found the overwhelming desperation to be endearing somehow. Her name and status left you a little enamored with her, but seeing her stripped down into her rawest form, a ball of need and desire, made you see right through her. It seemed like she needed this more than you, something that you enjoyed even though it would be a little wrong to admit out loud.
"I missed the way you taste," Taylor moans between kisses. She meant more than just the way your lips taste. She wanted to kiss and lick your skin, and to taste the sweetness between your legs. She was dominant when she got like this and you let her takeover pleasuring your body.
Taylor peppered your neck with kisses before grazing the skin with her teeth. You inhale sharply and suck your stomach in. You don't exhale until she pulls your top down to reveal your tits. 'Of course' she thinks to herself; you weren't wearing a bra tonight. The idea of you anticipating running into her excited her. She needed you to want her just as much as she wanted you.
"I want to make you cum so bad," she confesses. You spread your legs without even thinking, wanting the same thing as her.
She sucks one nipple for a few seconds before licking the skin between your tits. You bite your lip and moan in pleasure. You feel your body sinking into the softness of her bed as she moves lower. She loves that you wore a short dress that gives her better access. She pushes it up to reveal your black, lacy panties. She can vaguely see your pussy through the material, but she knows that you're wet.
She kisses your pussy through your panties just to be able to watch you lose your mind. You moan loudly for her. The moans get breathier each time she kisses your clit. She licks you once and you can feel her saliva come through the material. Each kiss makes you shake, but what feels the most intimate is when she kisses your inner thigh. She knows just how sensitive your skin gets when you're this turned on. You shiver under her touch. She tweaks your nipple with one hand and rubs her hand up and down your stomach while teasing your pussy.
All she wanted was a little taste, but her hunger was growing. She pushed the fabric to the side and licked your bare cunt.
"Such a pretty pussy," she coos into you.
You throw your head back and cry out for her.
"Fuck Taylor...fuck, fuck, fuck."
Your cries sound better than any melody she could compose, paired with how sweet your pussy taste. She was obsessed, and she doesn't know how she could've ever let this go -- let you go.
'Just a little taste...just a taste'
She has to remind herself of her own pleasuring rumbling inside of her, the pleasure she craved that made her bold enough to ask you to leave your date at the event. Taylor has spent her days just enjoying herself between her legs, proving herself to be an unselfish lover. Today she wouldn't be selfish, but she feels too feral to take her time.
Her skirt comes up to reveal her bare pussy. You wore no bra, she wore no panties, you two were like the last two pieces to complete a puzzle.
You can't help but nearly jump into her arms after you sit up. You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her. Once again, she grabs your head and kisses you back with intense passion. Her tongue slides into your mouth as she holds you tightly against her body with her arm. One hand comes running down your side and to your ass. She grabs your soft flesh before she pulls at your panties to get them off. The feeling of soft lips crashing against each other and caressing touches made you explode, but your pussy missed her touch. You absentmindedly humped the air but that wasn't satisfying enough.
Taylor knows you well enough to be able to sense your hunger. She pushes you back down onto the bed, your tits jiggle as you fall back. She straddles you, slowly lowering her wet pussy onto you. Feeling the mix of your juices makes you melt and moan. She grabs onto your leg for leverage and begins to hump your pussy. She kisses the tense muscles in your calf before she begins to moan herself.
"Fuck your pussy feels so good!" She cries out.
Taylor began to move her hips so fast that the sound of your skin slapping together sounded like all the times one of you have fucked each other from behind with a strap-on. You could feel the mess created by the two of you seeping on to your thighs. You loved how messy and sticky you two got when you rubbed your pussies together. You were hooked on the rhythm she set; steady, but not too slow.
She loved watching you beneath her. The sight of your tits moving with each thrust and how you threw your head back in pleasure. Your pleasure was at her mercy and she loved it. Your tits moved faster and your body jerked when she picked up the speed. Taylor could feel the pleasure deep in her stomach and it was ready to make its appearance. She was moaning almost as loud as you are.
"Fuck...you're going to make me cum!"
"Taylor!"
Every cry that was plucked from your throat made her weaker and weaker for you. Your eyes were shut tight and your head moved from side to side in the throes of pleasure. You looked so beautiful, and she loved watching you. It made her cum hard against your sweet pussy. Every inch of you turned her on so much.
You feel her gush against your sex and a few seconds later her contagious pleasure makes you cum too. Your fingers dig into the skin on her hips ensuring that you will leave a mark there. Taylor wasn't the only one obsessed because the rush of endorphins almost made 'I love you' slip past her lips. You had enough sense not to let lust cloud your judgment and you just moaned her name instead.
"I can't get enough of you," she whispers against your skin. You can see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch that she's not done.
"I wanna fuck you Taylor."
"You just did," she laughs breathlessly.
"No, I want to fuck you."
She now understands what you are insinuating.
"I want to fuck you, Y/n."
Taylor missed the way you reacted when she filled you inch by inch. She'd slowly watch your brain melt into a puddle as the stretch set little fires off inside of you. And the sounds of your body meeting together in desire always filled the room. You two got a little taste of it early when you rubbed pussies.
You mull over which you would enjoy more, fucking her or her fucking you? Your orgasm was so good, but left you wanting more. You see the look in Taylor's eyes you and know she's going to be adamant about wanting to fuck you, so you let her. She uses the strap you always loved and lines it up with your sopping entrance. You hold your breath as you watch her slide in. It's been so long since you've been split open like this, you could cry tears of joy.
"Oh god...don't stop!" You're already whining for her and she's barely gotten started.
"What happened to your manners?"
She pushes into you painfully slow until the tip hits the soft, spongy sweet spot inside of you. She pulls out just as slowly too, teasing you to death.
"Please! Please, Taylor, I need you so bad!"
You couldn't even hold an ounce of shame in your body if you tried to. It felt way too good. And you let her know that by moaning loudly with each thrust she was kind enough to give you. Taylor couldn't stay at that slow pace forever, she was desperate to fuck you open. She began to pound into you, her strap bullying your poor pussy every time. Feeling you cling to her was better than anything else in the world. You needed her to keep filling you up so bad and she wouldn't dare stop until you were cumming all over her strap.
"You missed this, didn't you?"
You turn your head to the side to avoid her gaze. You couldn't speak, but your moaning spoke for you. Of course you missed this. You had a chemistry with Taylor that felt rare to find. The girl you've been seeing for the last few weeks...she was kind, but she wasn't Taylor -- she wasn't what you needed.
Taylor played with your tits while fucking you. They moved in an almost hypnotic way that she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She loved how they would harden instantly in her mouth whenever she sucked on them. She loved how wet she could make you just from caressing them.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Taylor thinks to herself, 'already?'
You had came not even more than 10 minutes ago, but your pussy was so sensitive that it couldn't withstand much more. Your walls tightened around her strap, and one more poke at your g-spot and you were cumming all around the rubber toy. You mewled and arched your back like into the air. Your body went stiff as you somehow came harder than before. Pure waves of pleasure washed over you and cleared away all of your reservations about Taylor and where you two stand. When you came down from your high, your mind was spotless.
The two of you were often able to multiple last rounds with each other, but tonight felt different. You just wanted to lay there with her, limbs tangled together, and she wanted the same thing. The stillness of her bedroom brought her closer to sleep. Until you speak up.
"No."
"No, what?"
"She isn't my girlfriend."
Despite physically having you for the night, the answer to her question satisfied Taylor more than anything.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Zendaya/Reader
Summary: Sometimes it pays off to be able to understand people so well, especially when they don't know themselves yet. Zendaya meets reader through her best friend and instantly knows there is something more under the surface to that perfect life she lives. She's the only who can crack reader right open. WC: 6.3K WORDS.
Content: 3rd POV. Strangers to lovers (kinda), a lot of questioning of sexuality, infidelity, mutual pining, teasing, kissing, oral sex (reader receiving), finger (reader receiving).
A/N: A story from patreon. Happy New Year :)
Zendaya prided herself on being able to read people, even going as far as to brag about it to friends who playfully rolled her eyes. She said it was a serious and important skill to have. It came off as cocky at times, especially since her accuracy wasn't the best, but she was right about one thing; one particular woman.
She's met her fair share of people due to her social butterfly of a best friend. Whether they were people she knew from college, bartenders, club goers, people in the park, or even some random people from a vacation, the contacts in her list got longer simply from being friends with the woman who is friends with everyone. She can't say she hated it too much because she has met some truly interesting people along the way. Y/n was one of them.
Y/n was actually a co-worker of Zendaya's best friend, and she's surprised she hadn't met her sooner. They met two years ago at her best friend's birthday party. To the average passerby, there was nothing too remarkable about Y/n. You could pass her up by on the street everyday and not remember a single thing about her. It wasn't that unfitting seeing as they lived in this huge city with millions of people frequenting the streets everyday. She was just another office worker in New York City, but something about her kept setting off the alarm bells in Zendaya's head. Something so compelling that Zendaya always found herself gravitating towards her. Even her best friend was surprised when Zendaya agreed to go out to dinner as a trio. She had never done that before, being adverse to trying to make friends through her existing friends, feeling like that was a recipe for disaster, but it was different when it came to Y/n.
They didn't become best friends or anything, but they became something a little more than acquaintances. If they saw each other outside of their mutual friend's presence, they were more than comfortable to make small talk with each other and wish each other a good day. Zendaya and Y/n even exchanged numbers. But they never texted each other because there was no need to. Zendaya's finger often hovered over Y/n's name in her contact list. She thought about starting a conversation many times where she could figure Y/n out a little bit. It took her a while to read her, but when she finally did Zendaya felt like she cracked the code why Y/n came off as meek and demure with all these loud personalities around her. It was because she was hiding something about herself. Zendaya's friend would chastise her for her assumption, but in her heart she knew that girl was gay. She says it in the way Y/n would relax a little when their friend went to the bathroom and it was just her and Zendaya alone. It could've been the fact that they were co-workers hanging outside while Zendaya was someone unaffiliated with her professional life.
As months went by, the full picture began to reveal herself. It was the night that Zendaya met Mark. Y/n had been with Mark for years, but their relationship was at the one year mark when Zendaya met him. Despite her not really being invested in Y/n's personal life like that, her best friend would not stop fawning over Mark whenever Y/n and his relationship became a topic. He was amazing on paper; attractive, tall, great job, an apartment with a gorgeous view of the city, and looking to settle down. To everyone around them who were stuck in the cycle of first dates and texts saying 'hey, this isn't going to work out', Y/n was the lucky one. She smiled with him, posed for photos, and let him show affection in front of others. But Zendaya noticed the way Y/n tensed up when his hand came to rest on her lower back and dangerously close to her ass. This wasn't just some guy she had been seeing for a few weeks being too touchy, it was her boyfriend of a year and yet Y/n looked like she wasn't fully comfortable. That wasn't a dead giveaway, but it was a sign.
It was the spa day that let Zendaya know her intuition was on the right path. She was somehow roped into going with her best friend and Y/n. They spent the day getting massages, pampered, and treated like royalty all because her friend dropped a huge amount of money on a spa package. A sauna session was included too. Zendaya and her best friend relaxed against the wooden bench, letting the steam hit their skin and the sweat to seep out. What should've been a serene experience was like a nightmare for Y/n. Zendaya couldn't help but notice that Y/n kept her eyes down the entire time, like she was scared or something. In her head Zendaya assumed that there were two options for Y/n's body language; either she was more conservative than she thought, or she was feeling like a horny teenager surrounded by half-naked and fully naked women. The somewhat delusional thoughts in Zendaya's head made her believe the latter was true. This was the second instance she had a feeling about Y/n not being 'honest' about herself, but of course she didn't say anything.
The night a group of her best friend's co-workers, including Y/n, got a little too drunk and Zendaya had to babysit all of them was both revealing and a little exfiltrating. Y/n, who often asked the very basic questions about Zendaya's life, began to pry. The alcohol opened her right up and she was just dying to no more.
"What's it like being single in this unforgiving city? How often do you hook-up with people? Who's the hottest guy you've ever fucked?"
Zendaya would've found it annoying if it was anyone else, but it was Y/n, the often tight-lipped woman who barely even cussed, who was asking her about her sex life.
"Oh, Y/n, honey. I don't fuck men, I'm a lesbian. Sy didn't tell you?"
Y/n's face fell. A mix of emotions danced on her face, making her completely unreadable to Zendaya for the first time since meeting her. She looked as if she saw a ghost of someone she knew. Zendaya felt a little bad for making the situation awkward. Everyone around them was in high spirits, gregarious and bashfully drunk, while this moment was beginning to sober Y/n right up.
She had just assumed Zendaya dressed a little more plain instead of highly feminine like she was taught to do growing up. She was also taught to never stereotype people, which is why she didn't assume she was a lesbian because of how she dressed. Of course her co-worker didn't tell her about her best friend's sexuality. Most people don't say, "hey this is my best friend, who is gay by the way!" They couldn't even get Y/n to gossip about the most annoying co-worker, she was never going to gossip about someone who is a mere acquaintance.
"Oh," is all she said. She contemplated just walking up and into the bathroom to throw up from embarrassment, but if Zendaya was straight and gave her a full rundown of her sex life, would it be awkward too? Probably not, so she didn't run away.
Her eyes went every which way but Zendaya's face. That's when Zendaya found herself having fun, leaning in with a teasing smile on her face.
"Do you still wanna know the answers to your questions? I'll be more than happy to answer them."
Goosebumps formed on Y/n's skin when she felt the warmth of Zendaya's breath on her cheek. She told herself it was just the alcohol, but in truth it was the closeness between them in such a public space. They, or anyone really, could just start making out with each other and no one would notice or bat an eye. Y/n hated that her mind went to something as lewd as that. She reminded herself that she has a loving boyfriend at home and she shook her head.
"I'm sorry I asked. I-If that was too much."
"Trust me, Y/n. You're not the first person to ask me any of those questions and you won't be the last," Zendaya paused to take a sip of her drink. "Well accept when they ask they don't ask about men, they ask about other women."
Y/n had the burning curiosity to have her questions answered that she had to swallow with strong alcohol. Getting even more drunk could make her say something she regretted, but she honestly didn't want to remember this embarrassing moment in the morning. Her cheeks felt so hot like she was going to catch on fire. She didn't know that this interaction confirmed was Zendaya thought about her.
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Another year older, another backyard garden party for Zendaya's best friend. It was her birthday and damn near everyone she knew would be there. That means Zendaya would see some people she missed, some she couldn't stand, and Y/n. Their interactions over the last year have become less frequent, opting to stay in whenever Zendaya was roped into an outing. If they saw each other on the street then she would just wave and smile. Of course most of the time she would have Mark walking by her side and she was clutching onto him as if she was going to be snatched away from him. Zendaya found the whole thing to be funny.
While Zendaya had her own thoughts and opinion about Y/n and what she was hiding about herself for the purpose of her perfect life, she never said a word to anyone. She wasn't an idiot and knew that not a single person she knew would agree with her. She never even hinted to Y/n herself what she truly thought, yet Y/n would act like she was made of glass around Zendaya.
It would be impossible to avoid Zendaya forever so she decided to just be normal and less on edge about it. Sy's birthday party would be filled with so many people that Y/n would probably only have the chance to just say hi to Zendaya and that would be it. With Mark by her side, she's sure she will be occupied in a conversation with some other couple about real estate and finances that she pretended to care about.
The backyard was decked out with yellowish Christmas lights wrapped around tree branches and balloons of the same color. This was still a New York backyard, so it wasn't huge, but somehow all the guests managed to fit inside without being on top of each other. People talked over finger foods and already opened the bottles of expensive wines given to Sy as a birthday gift. Zendaya was right there in the middle of all of it, this was her best friend's birthday party after all. Many people treated it like it was her party too seeing that she and Sy have been attached to the hip since they were elementary school kids. She was having so much fun being surrounded by friends, acquaintances, and strangers all to celebrate her best friend's special day. She hadn't thought about Y/n until her eyes scanned the backyard and Y/n's eyes just so happened to be looking in her direction at the same time. Zendaya couldn't help but smile at her, only for Y/n to just act like she was looking past her.
As the party went deeper into the night, Zendaya felt herself getting a little overwhelmed by the amount of people here. Her best friend was the social butterfly, not her.
"Hey, I'm gonna go inside for a little."
"Sure, sure, but make sure you're back in time for the cake cutting!" Zendaya nodded and promised she would be back in time before disappearing into the house.
She hadn't known that Y/n was watching her go inside. She quickly told Mark she had to use the bathroom and that she knew her way around Sy's place. He didn't give it a second thought, too engrossed in a conversation with her co-worker's husband about the instability of the stock market due to the current administration.
Y/n doesn't know what compelled her to follow Zendaya inside the house, but she did. It was completely empty to her surprise. She expected a few stragglers to come inside and sit around for some more quiet. Instead it was just her and Zendaya, somewhere, alone in their mutual friend's place. She eventually found her in the kitchen, with her back to Y/n. She was raiding the frig like some intrusive party-goer, but Y/n is sure that she was more than allowed to do what she was doing.
"Hey."
Zendaya whipped around, a Chinese take-out box in one hand a fork in the other.
"Holy shit! You scared the shit out of me."
Y/n was the last person she expected to catch her raiding her best friend's refrigerator looking for anything more than the small bites being devoured outside.
Zendaya just kind of looked at her, like she didn't know exactly what to say to her which confused Zendaya.
"Whatever you think about me, it's not true."
Her words only led to more confusion for Zendaya. They hadn't really interacted in a year, and this is what Y/n has to say.
"Well, a nice 'how are you' would've been enough," Zendaya jokes, trying to lighten up the mood. For Y/n to follow her inside just to say that means that she's had that on her mind for some time. Has the night at the bar really been playing on her mind for that long?
There was a moment of silence that seemed to just torture Y/n. Her lowkey looked like a wreck and Zendaya began to feel guilty. Even if she's never said anything to her, she hoped she didn't say or do anything that made Y/n uncomfortable.
"Y/n, what's this about? Is it about the last time we talked?"
"The bar...that night...I..."
"That night you were drunk. I've had plenty of nights where I got drunk and put my foot in my mouth. It happens to the best of us," Zendaya moves closer to where she is standing by the kitchen island so she can put the food down. It's a move that causes Y/n to tense up since she closed the gap of distance between them. "If you're embarrassed about it, it's okay. You should know I've never told anyone about it. Not even Sy. Maybe you're not used to getting like that, but it's not out of the norm to get drunk and say something a little raunchy. It's no big deal and there's no reason to accuse me of stuff."
"I wasn't accusing you of anything! I just don't think-"
"You certainly were accusing me," Zendaya cuts her off with a laugh. She wasn't upset, but it would be dishonest for Y/n to say she wasn't coming in hot when she followed Zendaya in here and found her in the kitchen. "I don't know why either."
"I just don't think you know everyone like you always claim," she continued what she had to say. She wasn't sure what she was trying to say, but what she said kind of struck Y/n. "You don't know me, Zendaya."
"I never claimed to."
"I've seen you do it to others when we would go to dinners. You would laser focus on one of Sy's other friends and act like you know everything about them. You can't do that to me. You don't know me."
"As if you're so hard to figure out." What was once a sort of comical conversation was turning tense. Zendaya did nothing to warrant Y/n coming at her like this and yet here she is, kind of being cornered by her. "You're not that hard to figure out," Zendaya steps around the island and comes face-to-face with Y/n. She looks her up and down just to add in even more tension. "Perfect girl with the perfect life and perfect man, but you're not satisfying. You know that's what it is because it wasn't, you wouldn't have stormed in here trying to be all big and bad. You're not fooling me."
Zendaya's voice was low and steady, so much so that the sound of outside's celebration was able to cut through and remind Y/n that there is a whole different life outside. Everyone, including a man who has a ring hidden for her in his personal drawer at home, is out there living in the moment, soaking up the shared spirit of happiness, while she's inside standing in front of Zendaya. She wasn't confronting Zendaya, she was confronting herself. Zendaya was just a chance to be a mirror of what life could've looked like if she had done things differently, done them a little more truthfully. Every night she lays next to Mark her entire life flashes before her eyes, but every time the ending is a little different. Her confusion caused her this anger to simmer inside of her and she was projecting it onto Zendaya.
Y/n felt like she lost control of all her senses. The party outside began to bleed out and she could only hear a loud buzzing in her ears. It's like she lost all control of herself and something else came over her. That something found its way closer to Zendaya's body and eventually to her lips. Softness with a hint of lemon lingered on her lips. It just felt right, like their lips were created to fit together. Never has she felt this way kissing Mark or any miscellaneous boyfriend she's had before. Zendaya was something closer to a stranger than a friend at this point, but this feels right.
Zendaya found herself confused again instead of angered, but the one thing she isn't is surprised. Yes, she wasn't expecting this, but just like she always proclaimed, she can read people like a book. She knew Y/n had something bubbling deep inside her that was bound to come out at some point. She just thought it would come in a decade or two, not tonight during their friend's birthday party. The thought of her boyfriend being outside made Zendaya tense up, but she didn't stop Y/n from kissing her. This was wrong, so wrong, but Zendaya couldn't help herself. She was the first one to move their lips, her hand coming to the back of Y/n's head to hold her against her lips. A part of her expected for Y/n to realize what was going on and pull away, but that part never came. Instead she kissed Zendaya back with just as much ferocity. Out came years of pent-up desire in one searing kiss. Y/n could've hooked up anonymously with another woman, but she herself (nor does Zendaya) doesn't quite understand the depth of which she trusts Zendaya.
"Y/n, wait," Zendaya is breathless when she pulls away. She can't help but stare at the line of spit that connects their lips. It's not that she wanted to stop, but she needed to be certain that Y/n was sure about this. Y/n was about to commit the ultimate betrayal, and Zendaya was going to be aiding her in that, but Y/n didn't care.
"Please," Y/n pleads desperately. She flickers to the door and then back to Zendaya. "Please just kiss me again."
Who was Zendaya to deny her? She pressed her lips against her again and this time both of them moved their mouths in a greedy dance. Zendaya was a little taken back by how needy Y/n was. Her hands were groping her wildly, showing that she wasn't used to being this aggressive or hands on in the bedroom. Something about her inexperience playing this role was so hot to Zendaya. At first everything was all fun and a little teasing, but right now she found herself and her whole body wanting Y/n, every single inch. Her floral perfume was overwhelming and more intoxicating than the liquor flowing outside.
This was Y/n. Not someone pretending and putting on a show for others around her. This is her. This is honesty.
"C'mon," Zendaya nods her head towards the stairs, "we're going to get caught if we stay here."
Zendaya knew exactly where to go and Y/n felt excited. She felt like a young woman in college about to go hook-up with someone. She let Zendaya hold her hand, their fingers threaded together, and guide her to Sy's guest room. The bed was perfectly made, but the two of them were going to change that.
Zendaya pushes Y/n onto the bed. She falls back with a grunt before propping herself up on her elbows, a glint of lust in her eyes.
"God you look so fucking sexy."
Y/n's heart began to race. She was always cute, pretty, and beautiful, but never sexy. Not even Mark called her sexy, and while she enjoyed the soft pet names, she longed to be sexy. In just a few words Zendaya managed to make her feel wanted. That turned her on beyond belief. She bit into her bottom lip and inched up higher on the bed to the point where her skirt bunched up and Zendaya could see a flash of her panties. Perfect white, lacy panties. She wore lace panties as if she knew she was going to get laid; Zendaya knew she had that girl in her.
Zendaya admires how Y/n looks clothed before telling her to take off that slip dress. It was easy to take off, and much to Zendaya's enjoyment, Y/n wore no bra underneath. In just a few seconds she was in just her underwear for someone who wasn't her boyfriend. The way Zendaya looked at her almost made her forget his name. The funny part is that she has no regrets for what's happening and doesn't want the moment to ever end. Her cheeks heat up seeing that animalistic look in Zendaya's eyes. She looked at her like she was ready to pounce and ravish her.
"I want to taste you," Zendaya admits, "I want you to give yourself to me completely.
Y/n wants the same thing, but she doesn't say anything. Instead she parts her legs wider, inviting Zendaya inside. Zendaya quickly crawls onto the bed and finds herself between Y/n's legs. Her fingers run along the sides of her smooth thighs and she watches her flutter from the simple touch. If that's how she reacts from being touched on the thigh, Zendaya can only imagine what she's going to be like when she eats her pussy.
"Do you want me to taste you?" Y/n nods at her, but it's not enough for a greedy Zendaya who wants to hear the words come from her mouth, "tell me what you want."
"I-I want you to eat my pussy," Y/n's voice shakes as she admits her truth. It makes Zendaya smirk at her and she feels so dirty. She never talks like that, but that only adds to the lust.
Zendaya hooks her fingers into the band of her panties and begins to pull them off. Y/n shimmies them off and she's fully exposed while Zendaya remains dressed. Her glistening pussy is on full display, dripping with a desire that has only so far existed for Zendaya. It made her a little cocky seeing how quickly Y/n folded without her having to do much, but Zendaya was also weak just from the sight of her pussy. She stared at her for entirely too long, trying to memorize the beauty of her pretty pussy. However, Y/n was growing impatient and Zendaya would never deny her.
She lays on her belly and lowers herself between Y/n's legs. She looks up at her and sees her face full of excitement.
"Does he do this often?" Maybe Zendaya shouldn't have brought up Mark while she was between his girlfriend's legs, but she was genuinely curious like Y/n had been that night at the bar. Her answer would determine how the rest of the night went. And when Y/n told her no, Zendaya couldn't help but smile like the Cheshire cat. "Let me show you what you've been missing."
Y/n’s breath caught, and she looked away, her cheeks flushing deeper. Zendaya didn’t give her time to think. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/n’s ear. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
Zendaya has gone down on many women before, but there was nothing quite special like this. She took her time getting to Y/n's warm sex, opting to kiss everywhere but directly on her waiting cunt. Kisses were left on her inner thighs, the edge of her pussy, and her mound. Soft curls hit her nose in the process and Zendaya could feel the heat of Y/n's pussy so dangerously close to her. It was torture for both of them but especially herself to deprive herself of such a sweet treat.
Y/n doesn't realize that she's holding her breath until she lets out a deep sigh of relief when she feels Zendaya press the entire expanse of her tongue against her pussy. It's like no other feeling in the world, someone giving your cunt all the attention it so desperately needs. She finds herself whining already without a care in the world. The party still went on as if the two of them weren't missing together. Zendaya's tongue traced a slow, teasing path along her folds. Her arousal filled Zendaya's mouth and melted her brain and all she could find herself thinking about is Y/n's pussy. She couldn't process a single thing as she began to fall in love with the taste and feeling of her folds on her tongue. The hands of a woman who already can't handle the overwhelming amount of pleasure she's experienced thread through her hair and tug every time Zendaya's tongue traced along a sensitive part of her pussy. What Y/n desperately wanted was Zendaya's tongue against her clit, but she enjoyed this nonetheless. Her body trembled and little gasps came out of her mouth.
"Holy shit Zendaya! Oh fuck!" Every swear word she could think of was ready to come out of that pristine mouth of hers. Y/n barely cussed, so dirty talk in the bedroom was not a thing from her, but what Zendaya was doing to her made her want to scream it to the world. She didn't know exactly how she felt, but she let the words come out anyway. "Please keep eating my pussy! J-Just like that Zendaya! It feels so good."
She had said more words to Zendaya just now than she has for the entire year. Her silence and avoidance was worth even just hearing her moaning her name. The way the tone of her voice deliciously wrapped around the syllables of Zendaya's name left her delirious. She couldn't hold out anymore, no more teasing, she needed to eat her out until she came.
Y/n's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head when she felt Zendaya finally press her warm, wet tongue against her sensitive clit. She found herself letting out high pitched whimpers, a sound she's never heard from herself before. Zendaya was now licking and sucking on her clit like it was her last meal on Earth. It was at that moment Y/n realized Zendaya wasn't eating her pussy just to make her feel good, but for herself too. She would envision what it would be like to eat someone's pussy when she was knee deep in a late night scroll online of women talking about their sexual experience with other women. She would look over her shoulder to make sure Mark was still asleep and not looking at her screen. She longed to experience what they experienced which was a satisfying sexual experience, something she would not only not receive from Mark, but any man.
There was no comparing this to anything she had experienced before. Zendaya clearly knew what she was doing, but it was like she had already known Y/n's body, even before she knew her own. She hit spots that Y/n didn't know existed and she felt a pleasure that almost seemed fictional. Her legs tensed up and her toes curled from sex for the first time ever. With every lick she felt like she was about cum, but somehow it only got better, more intense.
Zendaya kept moaning into her pussy as if she was also being pleasured. It was the feeling of Y/n's pulsing clit that drove her crazy. Her fingers dug into the plush thighs of tonight's lover while her face was buried completely in a pussy she never wanted to pull out of. Y/n had always been compelling to her, but never did Zendaya think she would fold so easily for someone like this.
"Yes please just like that...I'm gonna cum Zendaya!"
She was so closely, sitting dangerously on that edge. Zendaya could tell she was too from the way Y/n was almost grinding her cunt against her mouth. If she could have her face buried in this perfect pussy forever Zendaya would absolutely choose that. The sweet moans of pleasure and the way she sighs her name is overwhelming. But as much as she's drunk off of Y/n's cunt, she didn't forget that little stunt earlier tonight and Zendaya still has some bite in her.
Reluctantly, she pulls her face away from Y/n's cunt and she's met with a look of death followed by whining. She knows she's torturing the sweet girl, but she just can't help herself, that's who she is.
"I need to know something, Y/n, before I make you cum," her declaration earned a groan, but Zendaya wasn't that unkind. Two fingers slid into Y/n's sopping cunt and slowly pumped inside of her to tide her over. "I want you to tell me how much you love this before you cum. How much you love another woman eating your pussy."
Y/n cried out and threw her arm over her face as if to hide herself. Just seconds ago she was experiencing the most pleasure in the world and now she was being forced to admit something she's never said out loud. She felt conflicted, but how conflicted can one be about enjoying this when a woman has her pussy juices dripping glistening on her face.
The silence made Zendaya pump her fingers harder until the sound of Y/n's soaking cunt squelching and sucking her fingers in deeper was the only sound in the room.
"C'mon baby. I know you don't want to cum like this. You want to cum on my tongue so I can drink your juices. Just tell me. Tell me the truth, Y/n."
Her orgasm was dangerously close, her entire body shaking. The last thing she wanted to do was betray the person who has her pleasure in her hands. Even if that meant ignoring the voice in her head that told her not to blow up her perfect life.
"I love it, Zendaya," her voice is weak and whimpers chase after her words. She wanted to be honest with herself as much as she wanted to cum. "I love having another woman eating my pussy. I don't want anyone else to eat me out! Just make me cum, Zendaya!"
It wasn't that she just attracted to woman, she was attracted to Zendaya, and there was no one else she would've wanted this experience with. It took her a long time to get to this point, but saying that out loud, no matter how lewd it is, was just as relieving as her imminent orgasm.
Zendaya was satisfied with the words that fell on her ears. She buried her face in Y/n's cunt again while her fingers were still inside of her. If Y/n thought she was overwhelmed before then this is something completely new. She had no control over the way her body bucked and spasm as she came. Never has she experienced an orgasm so intense that she found herself crying. Somewhere in the midst of the haze, a smile lingered on her lips as she was wholly satisfied as Zendaya happily licked and sucked away at her. Her pussy clenched hard around the digits inside of her that Zendaya could barely pump into her. Her walls squeezed them tightly until they were pushed out, but that didn't stop Zendaya from giving her the pleasure. She focused on her clit again, licking her hard and continuously to prolong her high. She counted the seconds of how long Y/n was able to withstand the overstimulation. 23 seconds. She lasted 23 seconds after her orgasm before she was pushing Zendaya's head away and crying that it was too much.
The room fell to a near hush, the moans stopping, and the only sound being Y/n's failing attempts to steady her breathing. She was in a state of awe that she actually experienced that. She could still somehow feel Zendaya's mouth on her and hear the filthy sounds of her mouth devouring her pussy.
"Fuck, Y/n," Zendaya lets out with a giggle. She was a little tired too, but it didn't compare to Y/n who looked completely fucked out.
Zendaya is sure they both look a hot mess and that their make-up is ruined. It didn't matter though because the taste of Zendaya lingered on her tongue and she was more than satisfied about it.
The sounds of the party and outside world began to fill their ears again. It brought Zendaya back to reality a little bit. She walked over to the window that overlooked the backyard and peaked outside. The cake was still intact, thank God, or else Sy would've killed her if she missed it.
"We need to go back," Zendaya says bluntly.
There wasn't much discussion about what happened, which left Y/n confused about where to go from here. Zendaya would leave this room and go back to the life she always lived, but what about Y/n? She can't just go downstairs and back into Mark's arms as if she loves him.
"Okay," Y/n sounds defeated as she speaks. She dresses herself and tries to make herself look presentable again. She's not going to look the same because she's not the same. If Mark asks her what's wrong she'll just tell him she was feeling a little sick and overwhelmed in the bathroom. She has never lied to him before, but a little white lie compared to the lie of her life is nothing.
If she were to just let Zendaya walk out of the door and let them both act like nothing happened, she would be devastated.
"Zendaya, wait!"
She stops dead in her tracks, an unreadable look in eyes as she looks back at Y/n. At this moment Y/n wishes she was as good at reading people as Zendaya is.
"You can't tell anyone about this. Ever."
Zendaya offers her a soft small. 'As if I haven't heard that before', she thinks to herself, but the words she says to Y/n are different.
"Of course. This is between us. Everything we do is between us."
There was no further conversation. She left the room and went back to join the party outside. Y/n held her head in her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn't confused about what would happen to her and Mark, nor was she torn up about cheating on him. Instead she was caught up about the last thing Zendaya said to her.
'Everything we do is between us.'
Y/n joined the party just five minutes after Zendaya and went on like nothing had happened, just like she always does. Mark didn't even question her absence, which was such a blow. It wasn't like she loved him in the way true lovers do, but she was just a piece of a perfect life, not the half of a whole.
They said their goodbyes, left together, and were on their way home. Mark talked about some of the conversations he had throughout the night while Y/n undressed and prepared herself for a shower. The pleasure still stirred deep in her hips and she still felt sensitive. She had to act as if nothing was wrong, but Mark wasn't paying attention anyway. They carried on about their night routine as usual with it ending with Y/n and Mark laying side by side in bed.
"Goodnight, love," he kissed her forehead and that was it.
He was out in seconds as Y/n was left there to lay and contemplate her entire life by herself. She had no one to talk to this about and that's what was killing her. None of her friends would understand, possibly not even Sy who always sang Mark's praises. The one person who could help her figure out whatever the fuck this is had disappeared after giving her the best experience of her life.
double-sided dildo action with hailey- her relationship on the rocks and she needs a stress reliever 😫
Girl's Just Wanna...
Pairing: Hailey Bieber/Fem!Reader
Summary: A friend in time of need is a friend indeed, and reader takes that to heart. vid inspo.Content: NSFW (18+ ONLY, minors and blank blogs = blocked), fwbs, infidelity, vibrator, double-ended dildo, some dirty talk.
A/N: Cleaning out my inbox (aka forcing myself to get my shit together), so some of these requests will be a little dated lol.
"Holy shit..."
Hailey didn't think she could feel this good; filled with one end of her friend's dildo with a small vibrator pushed against her clit.
"You like that, baby?"
Such sweet words, but they don't come from the person she's in a relationship with. She hates to be the one who runs away when things get tough, but Y/n's thumb sliding past her plump lips has her feeling like she made all the right decisions tonight. It was more than just comfort and a listening ear that Y/n brought her. She was driving her ass into hers, She hates to be the one who runs away when things get tough, but Y/n's thumb sliding past her plump lips has her feeling like she made all the right decisions tonight. It was more than just comfort and a listening ear that Y/n brought her. She was driving her ass into hers, while Hailey laid there and took it.
Looking down to where they met had Hailey seeing stars. Y/n's ass jiggled with each movement, her juices dripping and coating her end of the dildo, and in the middle the mixtures of both their arousal mixed together. She kept driving her hips forward, doing whatever she could to take Hailey's mind off of whatever was stressing her out. And she could tell it was working. Hailey looked as if she didn't have a thought in her head as she babbled about how good it was. Y/n bit into her bottom lip to try to contain
her amusement, but it was so hard as she watched her pretty friend crumble. It didn't even take her much to get Hailey this vulnerable.
"So pretty...so fucking pretty for me Hailey," she cooed. "I'm gonna cum just from looking at you like this."
Her pussy gripped around the end of the dildo inside of her which made it easier for her to drive the other end deep into Hailey and hit that spot that made her legs shake. It could be the dildo, the vibrator, or both that makes the tears in her eyes slide down her cheeks.
One thing is certain; she doesn't feel an ounce of regret when pleasure washes over her. Her first orgasm in what feels like half-a-year and she's crying out the name of someone who isn't her husband.
Content: 2nd POV. Strangers, slight infidelity (reader is dating someone but not exclusive), semi-public sex, D/s elements, praise and teasing, oral sex (Megan receiving), boot riding
Being one of the few bars in the town with a 4am liquor license made Aire one of the more popular bars around. It was somewhat upscale, but not completely a high-end bar. Megan has been working behind the bar for almost a year now, but this isn't her first bartender rodeo. When it came to last call she always had to call one of the security guards to come get the hanger-ons who thought they still had a chance to pick someone up for the night.
Tonight was no different. Last call was announced and some people began to slink out while others stayed. It was now Saturday morning, and the usual crew of hanger-ons were still sitting at the bar, trying to get in one more drink before they were forced out. One person stood out like a sore thumb though: you.
Megan has never noticed you before and she considers herself quite talented with remembering names, faces, and stories. It's not like it never has happened before, but it was rare to see a woman sitting at the bar alone for hours until the final call. She's been watching you all night, but not in a creepy way. She is often curious and she is curious about you. You didn't look particularly sad, but it was rare that anyone who sits at the bar alone for hours until close wasn't ruminating over something.
"Hey," she called out to you, instantly grabbing your attention. "Did you hear it was last call? Do you need anything?"
"Oh, no thank you. I'm okay."
You thought the conversation was going to end right there and then, but she walked your way and stopped right in front of you. She rests her hands on the bar and looks at you until you look back at her. You felt a little displaced. The bar is not your usual choice for a night alone so you weren't used to this. Was she trying to get you to leave? You were about 1 of 15 people still inside. The only sound in the room was low chattering and the sound of glasses being cleaned and polished.
"Do you always sit at bars by yourself?"
"Never, but the day I'm having -- well had -- seems fitting."
Some would call Megan nosy, she called it great customer service. Hundreds of faces came in and out of here every single week and someone always had some sort of story. Happy ones, sad ones, bizarre ones; Megan has heard them all. She always found people's actions and the whys behind them to be so fascinating. If she had gone to college she probably would've studied psychology, but she found standing behind the bar and hearing people talk to be more fulfilling.
"What kind of day was it?"
"It's not that interesting."
"I'm not really concerned with how much it's going to wow me. I hear enough crazy stories in one day, that I don't mind the stories that people may think will dull me. So, what kind of day was it?"
You looked around to see where everyone was. The other bartender was at the far end and the closest person to the two of you was six seats away. It was unlikely that anyone was going to hear or care about what you had to say about your day.
"I'm starting to see this girl and she was talking about what she wants in bed, and it feels like she was describing someone who was the complete opposite of me."
"What do you mean?"
The sex stories patrons told weren't scant, but it was rare for someone to admit that they may or may not be lacking in the bedroom. You seemed so sweet, and a little shy, to Megan so your honesty was brave to her. However, she wasn't prepared for what you had to say next.
"She wants me to be submissive in the bedroom and...and I've never been that!"
Megan always does her best to keep an open mind yet here you are insinuating that you like to be the dominant one in bed and she's shocked. Maybe under that sweet demeanor was someone mean who could fuck their lover hard and right.
"Well, when she says submissive, does she mean hardcore stuff like restraints and whips?"
"No? At least I don't think so? We haven't explored all of that yet, we haven't even fucked yet! I used to consider myself to be more flexible and at the whims of my girlfriends, but I think I'm a little jaded by my ex-girlfriend, y'know? She was a little bit of a pillow princess, which I didn't mind, but it's been a long time since I've been vulnerable to let someone have control of me like that."
"Well is that what you want?"
"I don't know? I'm not opposed to it. I guess it just feels like another mental shift. This must be what it feels like for former ballerinas to try to dance again after decades of not doing so."
"Yet, even ballerinas still retain something. It's muscle memory. If it feels natural to you, then do it. You know..."
"Y/n."
"Y/n, you don't have to do things you're uncomfortable with, right?"
"I know, I know. It's just that I really like this girl and our dates have been amazing so far. Personality-wise we click so much, but for some reason I just struggle to break this mold. Maybe I've adapted a little bit of that dominance into my personality and it feels a part of me."
"So let me ask you this, if you were to start dating another partner and she wanted to keep things vanilla, how would you feel? No one in the situation is particularly dominant or submissive, it's just a passionate, go-with-the-flow, sort of situation."
"I don't know. I guess I wouldn't mind it either. Like I said earlier, I care a lot about my partner's pleasure and whatever they want, I will go along with it."
"Okay, but what do you want? I've met people who are dominant and liked be fucked rough and people who seem more docile be dominant -- like you. So, deep down, what do you feel? Do you want to fuck, be fucked, or just make love to someone?"
You sigh, thinking really hard about what your heart's current desires are. Maybe it was the alcohol or the rough work week you had, but you wanted someone to hold you sweetly while fucking your brains out. You wanted that so bad, not all the time, but right now you did. You just didn't know how to vocalize it. You didn't have to though because Megan read you like a book. A smirk spreads on her lips and she picks up your glass before dumping out the rest of your drink you weren't going to finish.
"We are always changing, Y/n. There's nothing wrong with that, and equally there is nothing wrong with saying what you want."
"Fine. I would love for that girl to top me." Admitting that was like a weight being lifted off of your shoulders. The break-up with your ex was rough and you probably held onto some things for that. It wouldn't be fair to bring that into a new relationship. You wanted to let go and do what you felt was right. The only thing is you were unsure if you could do that. This new girl is not a rebound and you weren't going to treat her like one. "I would love that, but I just don't know how to let go."
Megan cocks her head to the side. There was something about you that was so cute that she understands why this new person you're seeing wants to fuck the shit out of you. You were so tightly wound and seemed like the woman to always be in her head, overthinking every little action. In her personal life she seemed to be attracted to your type no matter how many times she had to remind herself that relationships are not a conquest. Yet, she felt moved to help you a little.
"You don't have to do it alone. There's plenty of people who would love to help you out."
The coquettish slant in her voice and the way she leans into the bar is enough to get her point across. Your heart starts to beat irregularly, and instantly you see the image of your new possible girlfriend in your head. You two weren't exclusive at all, in fact she talked about another date she might be going on with someone who isn't you. You can't be upset with her because on the very first date you two laid out the rules and discussed what it would mean if you two were exclusive. She told you you were free to see other people while you two still get to know each other, but just be safe and honest about it. Neither of you had the 'what are we' conversation yet. This was something like a movie; hot bartender offers to sleep with a patron instead of just kicking her out 30 minutes before close. You rationalized this situation by telling yourself that this will help out your future relationships.
"Do you happen to know one of those people?"
Megan's smile widens. She got you reeled in.
"Meet me around the back door. Bars' gonna close early tonight."
-
You felt a little odd just standing there waiting for Megan. A chill had fallen over the night, which was now morning.
After every body was out, Megan ended her shift. She came out the back to you waiting for her. She half thought you would've left and just gone home. That wouldn't have been surprising at all, but it seems like you were serious about working out the kinks.
"My cars over there."
She points to a black SUV. It's not the biggest, but surely it could fit the two of them in her back seat.
"Okay."
You start walking towards her car, but you're stopped by her grabbing your hand. You stop dead in your tracks and look back at her in confusion. Megan has had this coy look on her face all night, almost as if she knows something that you don't. Looking at her sent electricity down your spine. Her eyes were piercing.
"Not yet," she says firmly. "Get on your knees."
Right here? Right now?
You almost asked that out loud, but you were too stunned to speak. At any moment Megan's co-workers could walk out and see them. She looked so confident and sure of herself though, maybe she has done this before and the people she works with are used to it? Surely anyone fucking on the property would get fired, but Megan didn't seem to worry about anything. You on the other hand worried. You wanted to feel free but it was going to feel free when you had the fear of getting caught stuck on the brain. You look around and there is not a single soul on these streets. Pretty soon the soon will start to rise and signal a new day, but right now you two were shrouded in darkness save for the outside light attached to the building.
You obey. After seconds of standing there, you finally obey and it makes Megan happy.
"Good girl," she purrs.
It's been so long since you've heard those words uttered to you in such a sweet manner. It scratched a deep itch that you had. You tried to picture the girl you're seeing saying those exact same words to you as you stare up at her, but all you can see is Megan.
Megan caresses the top of your head, enjoying the view of you down on your knees. It looks like you belong there in between her knees and looking up at her. The sight almost makes her moan. She had no clue what she was going to do with you when she asked you to meet her out back, but now her pussy is begging for attention.
"I want you to keep being a good girl for me, push my skirt up, and pull my thong down."
You do more than listen, you eagerly run your hands up her thighs to push her skirt up around her waist. The moment you were about to pull her thong down, she stopped you.
"Aht! Go slower. Don't rip the damn thing off of me!" Megan's tone is a little more harsh. In any other setting she would enjoy how eager you are to please, but she wants to take her time.
You feel slightly embarrassed but you push and continue anyway. You hook your fingers in the thin straps of her thong, but you don't pull them down her legs just yet. Instead you lean in and kiss her inner thigh. Megan instantly shivers and lets out a sigh that makes her sound like she's melting. You kiss her thigh again, remembering how much previous girlfriend's have gone crazy over that.
"Just like that."
You're happy to hear the approval in her voice instead of that nagging tone. You wanted to please her. At first you thought that you going down on her was going to give you power over her, but she's telling you what she wants, thus making you relinquish your autonomy in the situation. You find yourself waiting patiently for her next instructions; peppering butterfly kisses all over her inner thighs.
"I want you to suck on my clit like a good girl, okay? I know you can open that mouth and work wonders, I know you can."
It was every single encouraging word that left you hooked and addicted for more. You found solace in how she called you a 'good girl' and wanted to hear it over and over again. You need that, so you obey. Her thong comes down and your face is pressed against her dripping sex.
"Oh fuck!"
Megan is shocked at the sound that comes out her mouth. All you did was lick her clit once, but god you were so good at it. After a long shift that gave her an ache in her back from standing, you between her legs made her melt. She grabs a handful of your hair rather roughly. It's not like you were going to go anywhere, but she held onto you tightly.
"You sure you struggle with being a submissive little bitch?" She whispers between moans. She didn't mean to sound so harsh, she was just too turned on. And her words were turning you on. You found yourself wanting to perform for her, to be her good girl. "Don't stop," she moans again, breathlessly.
The juices coming from her pussy slide down your chin and you can feel it drop onto your bare knees. You never intended for this night to end in such a sloppy way, but with the way her juices mix with your saliva there was no other choice. You were slowly getting hooked on this stranger's taste; the way her legs quivered and her hips bucked at every lick. Her body was reacting in the way that your ex's always would when you went down on her, but everything felt different with Megan. You felt the flame deep in your belly and it made you desperate. So desperate that you pressed your clothed clit against her boot and started grinding against it. It wasn't the best feeling in the world but every little time you felt the friction against your clit you moaned into her pussy. Megan was shocked at how quickly you turned into a mess; then it dawned on her, this is who you were deep inside. It was like spilling your guts to a complete and utter stranger. It was so easy for you to give in and submit to her.
"Good fucking girl," she groans, clearly enjoying this all too much. "I should tell you how pathetic you look getting off on my shoe, but you just look so cute being this fucking thirsty for me...fuck me with your tongue!"
In seconds you slide your tongue past her slit and into her. Your hands are gripping her thighs but she grabs one of them and places it right on her clit. Instantly you start rubbing her clit.
"See you know what to do."
You can just hear the smile. There was still a little bite left in you and you enjoyed hearing her words turn to lewd moans as you rub her clit and tongue fuck her. The sounds coming from your mouth fill the back alley. It was downright filthy.
"Be a good girl and make me cum!"
She was close and you could feel her clit pulsing underneath your touch. She didn't give you permission, but you put your mouth back on her clit because you wanted to driveher higher. Your fingers don't just fall aside, you slide one into her and feel her warm walls wrap around it. If it weren't for you keeping her up, she might've been slumped over right now. Every single nerve seems to unwind as unadulterated pleasure washes over her. She moans and moans until she reaches her climax. Her voice gets caught in her throat as her cums seeps out of her and onto your face.
You feel something deep inside, nothing like it before. As Megan regains some of her composure she looks down at you and smiles. You almost feel like a dog that's about to be given a treat for good behavior. You should feel some sense of shame as you're not used to this, but instead you feel proud.
"Fuck," she lets her skirt fall down and she straightens up, "that was better than I thought it would be, no offense."
You were staring up at her with her cum on your face, of course you weren't offended. You wiped your mouth clean with your sleeve and stood up. Megan pulled up her panties and noticed how she could hear the birds chirping. The sun would slowly start to light the sky in about 20 or so minutes. She couldn't wait to go home and knock out after that.
"I think you'll do just fine," she pats you on the shoulder, something that feels oddly condescending. "But, if you ever need the reminder, I always work the closing shifts on Tuesdays and Fridays."
You didn't know what to say. You hoped you didn't need to come back and that everything with your new sort-of-relationship will work out. However, you feel a little pang in your stomach. Is it guilt for what you did? Is it sadness that it's over? Only time will tell.
I love love loved thé Jenna ortega fic, could we get a p2 plzzzzzzzz?????
Endless Summer; Jenna/Reader
Summary: Jenna is back for the Summer, but this time Y/n changes her approach.
Content: 2nd POV. Infidelity, reader's softer/nicer side comes out, angst (with a happy-ending), kissing, fingering (reader receiving), teasing.
It's the hottest day of the year on record. People from the neighborhood were either laid out by the pool, baking in the sun, or inside under the blast of cold air. Summer was never your favorite season. Sure it's branded as the time of year when all the fun can be had but all it did was cause agitation and weird pressure to always be having fun.
The arguments in the family home were frequent during the summer time. Your parents argued as if you and brother were still little kids that they had to find a way to entertain. Usually the two of you would bond of your shared annoyance, but this year was different. Maybe one of your parents passed down the arguing gene because your brother was fighting with his girlfriend nearly everyday.
You were surprised that Jenna was still around. You were even more surprised that she would agree to spend the entire Summer with your family. It doesn't seem possible that that little situation you two had hasn't crossed her mind since. Surely she would expect it to be way too awkward to be around you, but she agreed to come anyway. Neither of you had really spoken to each other, and it's not because you still dislike her. How would anybody be able to talk to her when she was constantly fighting with your brother? Your parents...well at least they were married. Your brother and Jenna's relationship barely cracked the one year mark and they were bickering like an old married couple. Day in and day out someone in this house was furious and it made your head spin. You were always marked as the "moody" one who wasn't happy with any decision, but after this Summer, you deserve an apology!
"Well turns out we won't be going to the state fair because you father agreed to work a Saturday!"
"Okay, it's not a big deal, mom. Plus last time we went everyone got food poisoning from that hot dog stand. Remember?"
"Whatever...I'm going to the mall."
She stormed out with her purse thrown over her shoulder and a box of Marlboro Reds in the other. You don't know when she picked up the habit of smoking, but the grey hairs and extra lines in her face gave it away that she was stressed as hell. Both of the relationships you were surrounded by this Summer gave you zero hope and only affirmed your hook-ups-only behavior. Seeing everyone, especially your parents, crash and burn in these tightly wound relationships made you adverse to them. Maybe you could find someone to work it out with and leave harmoniously, but you aren't going to hold your breath for that moment.
Not even five minutes later after your mother's dramatic exit, your brother cam e bolting down the stairs, a complaint about Jenna on his lips. It was like the universe was giving you sign after sign.
"She can be such a bitch sometimes."
"Hey! Don't call her a bitch!"
"Oh so now you like Jenna?"
"It doesn't matter if I like her or not, don't call another woman a bitch in front of me!"
Sometimes you just wanted grab your brother by the ear and twist it in the same manner you would when you two were both ten years younger. Your parents had problems, albeit ones that could be solved with more communication, that were valid. Paying for a mortgage, other expenses, and your brother's college would cause anyone to crack. That was a lot of pressure for most people. They're getting older, crankier, and their patience has worn thin after raising two kids for more than two decades. You could see why they argued. Your brother and Jenna however were just kids. What would they even fight about? Where they're going to eat tonight? Who's party their attending? They seemed so young and naive compared to the real world problems owned by your parents'.
"She's always on my ass about something. I already have a mom, I don't need another one."
"Okay, well what are you doing wrong?"
"Why do you assume it's my fault?"
"I don't know Isaac, maybe it's because I know you? I've only been here for three weeks and so far I've watched you leave her here to go hang out with your high school friends. Don't you think she feels a little isolated?"
"She can come with me if she just asks."
"Who wants to hang out with Jake and Billy? Do they still make fart jokes and play with that whoopie cushion? They're grown ass men in a twelve-year-old's body, who wants to be around them?"
He sighs in frustration before rubbing his face in his hands. Your little brother needed to face the music; he's not built for a relationship. And you're not just saying that because you have your own thoughts about Jenna.
"Okay well...maybe I don't want to be tied down," he sounds so unsure of himself as he speaks. He looks around to make sure his girlfriend is nowhere in sight before continuing. "I just sort of miss my freedom. I really like Jenna and she's a great girl, but maybe I'm just not ready to commit."
"College boys are never ready to commit," you laugh.
You've seen your fair share of college relationships end because one party wants to continue on partying and that is usually the guy in the relationship. It was kind of sad seeing your little brother going through the same thing.
"If you don't want to be with her, you need to tell her. Don't keep her here all Summer just to dump her when you go back to campus."
"I didn't say I wanted to dump her!"
"Okay well you need to figure out what you're going to do, or else you're going to spend the Summer making each other miserable!"
You could tell Isaac wanted this conversation to end. You were broaching a truth that was too hard for him to face right now.
"Whatever...I'll be back in about two hours."
They say daughters are more like their mothers, and sons their fathers, but that couldn't be more untrue in this household. Your brother was avoidant just like your mother. And while you picked up on some of those traits too, you found that you weren't like either of your parents. Maybe in the past you were, but that changed the day you told them your date to homecoming your sophomore year was another girl.
Now your mother is racking up the credit card bill at the mall, your brother is probably heading to his weird friend's house, and your father is God knows where. That leaves you alone in the house with Jenna. You had a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. Since that encounter with her you softened on Jenna. You were being a little bit of a bitch to her when she first came around and then you fucked her. You know you confused the shit out of her and that wasn't fair. You struggled to get the words 'I'm sorry' to come out of your mouth all of your life and it wasn't going to be easy now. But this was the first time you two were alone since that night. It's been months.
When you go upstairs to your brothers room you find that it's empty. You know she isn't downstairs, so they're is only one place she could be.
A week after that moment between you and Jenna, your mom found bikini bottoms in the jacuzzi. She called you to ask you about and you told her they were yours. They belonged to Jenna, but you didn't mind taking the blame. Surprisingly though she was didn't chew you out, but that resulted in her and you father moving it from the balcony to the backyard. It had been perfect on the balcony because it was so private, but now if you want to lounge in the hot tub you run the risk of one of the neighbors seeing you.
They replaced the jacuzzi with some lounge chairs thinking that their children wouldn't be enticed by some simple chairs. What they didn't understand that their balcony felt like an escape. It caught the breeze in the right way and faced away from the neighbors. It was relaxing and the perfect place to clear your head. And that's where you found Jenna.
She sat with her feet dangling over the concrete edge and she was holding onto the railing. You slid open the screen door and somehow she didn't hear it. You hated to disturb her, but you needed to talk to her.
"You know if you fall you can sue the shit out my parents. Maybe even pay off the rest of your college."
You try to lighten the mood but your joke falls flat when you see her face. She looks as if she's been crying with her eyes slightly puffy. Seconds later she turned away from you. You felt guilty despite not having done anything. You were on your best behavior, but you have this sinking feeling that you played some sort of role in everyone's agitation this Summer. So you join her as a way to keep her company.
"I heard everything."
"What do you mean?"
"I know Isaac wants to break up with me."
You heart drops at her confession. You didn't think about the possibility of her hearing the conversation you had with your brother. Now you feel awful.
"Jenna-"
"No, no, it's okay. At least you were defending me," she gives you a half-hearted smile. "I should've seen this coming though. He'd rather spend time with his boys than be with me no matter where we're at."
"Let me guess, he does this on campus too?"
Jenna nods her head in confirmation. You hate to bash your brother so you keep your mouth shut, but inside you're berating him for being so careless.
"Jenna, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. It's not your fault," she lets out a heavy sigh, one that makes your guilt feel deeper. "I called my parents, I'm going to be leaving next weekend. I'll break up with Isaac on Friday."
Everything about tonight has left you in a state of shock. The last thing you expected though was what just came out of her mouth. You felt remorseful that it had to get to this point, but largely you felt that way because you feel like your chance at a proper apology is now gone. To anyone else maybe it wouldn't matter since Jenna was going to be out of the picture anyway, but to you it did.
"Well if I can't be excuse my little brother's shitty behavior, then I can excuse mine. I wish I could change how things were between us last time."
"You mean you barely saying a word to me and then making me eat your pussy in a hot tub?"
You stared at her, mouth open in shock at how bold Jenna had become. She enjoyed seeing your reaction, finally feeling like she had the upperhand around you.
"I'm just messing with you," she continues. "I know I was probably annoying and coming off as a try-hard in the beginning. Now I just feel like there's not point anymore. I get a little sarcastic when I'm jaded."
"Well I would be a liar to say I'm not stunned by all of this, but in all honesty if you were like this from the beginning I've probably would've liked you instantly. I know that sounds shitty, but we're both making confessions today."
"Can I make another confession?"
"Go for it."
"I liked our night together. You were a little bit too mean for my liking, but I don't think I've felt the same amount of pleasure since."
You had called it the moment you two separated that night that Jenna wasn't use to sex like that. You smugly declared in your head that Jenna would be thinking about it over and over. Now that you've got confirmation about that after her telling you she's going to be leaving for good, you don't feel like taking victory laps. Instead you feel a little sad knowing this is going to be your last moment alone together. It was bittersweet.
"Well my confession about that night is that I thought about it my entire drive home. Knowing more about you know I guess I feel a little bit shitty about it and wish I could override it with another moment."
Jenna focused less on the confession of your internal feelings of shame and more on what was between the lines. You wanted another moment alone with her to do something similar but under a different circumstance. She was blinded by her own desire of needing someone to be there for her to stop herself from kissing you. Her night was suppose to end going to the beach tonight with Isaac to look at the stars, but instead it was going to end with her finding comfort in his sister.
Jenna's kiss was much more powerful than you expected. This side of her felt more true and honest than that happy-go-lucky girl she first met. You wish you'd seen right through that act and got through to her in a different way, even if she says she liked it. Her lips dance against yours in a bruising kiss. You feel her tongue poke at your lips and you let her in. You kiss her as if she was something more than just a hook-up because that's what she needs, and you need to feel better about yourself.
You feels her arms wrap around your neck when she fully turns her body to you. Her legs no longer dangle over the dangerous edge of the balcony. She presses her front into you and you hum in delight. She feels so warm and her lips taste so sweet, but it was a different flavor chapstick that she used this time. Everything about her seemed so different that you struggled to be in control. But, apart of you didn't care about who is or is not in control of the situation. You let things happen naturally, and it felt naturally to let Jenna guide you this time.
"I want you to take your shorts off," she says between kisses.
Each second passes and she seems more and more desperate for the affection. She was touched starved to say the least. You give her what she wants and slide off your lounge shorts without breaking her kiss. She presses into you once you're just in your panties and you yield. Your back meets the rug that replaced where the jacuzzi use to be. Her hand comes between your legs and she rubs your clit through your panties. You don't mean to break the kiss but you throw your head back and moan in delight.
"Fuck Jenna!"
She loved hearing your moans more this time because something about them sounded so different this time. She takes this moment to place her face in your neck and suck at your sensitive skin. She could feel you melting beneath her. You embraced every moment instead of shying away or trying to change anything. She keeps rubbing your clit just to feel your hips rise and legs shake. You can't keep yourself still because the pleasure is too good. A wet spot appears on your panties and you can feel just how sticky you are now. Your pussy was beginning for more attention instead of being touched behind a barrier of fabric. And Jenna could feel that.
Jenna slides her hands into your cotton panties and she moans feeling your slick against her hands. It makes her grow wetter in her own panties. She glides straight over your clit and her fingers slide into your pussy with ease. You let out a blissful sigh instead of a full blown moan. You love the feeling of her nimble fingers filling you up.
"You like that? You like that Y/n? You like me being on top and fucking you with my fingers?"
In that moment she wasn't your little brother's girlfriend, she was a girl who shared the same feelings as you. Fucking her in this capacity felt much more natural that you questioned whether she got with the right sibling.
You don't respond to her. You just close your eyes and let her fingers pump into you. She curls them inside of you and massages your sweet spot and you swear you're seeing stars. She pulls away from your neck to sit up and look down at you. She can see how hard your nipples are through your tank top and it makes her desire grow even more. She bends down again and catches the fabric between her teeth. Jenna exposes your tits and quickly takes your nipple into her mouth.
"Yea! Just like that! I really, really like that!"
You were desperate for release and Jenna loved that. It wasn't the control, but the fact that she was apart of something where both parties were excited for each other. So much with Isaac felt one-sided that it warped her perspective on what she wants. You weren't doing anything to her yet she felt like you were giving her so much.
"I want to make you cum," Jenna sounds just as desperate as you now. "I want you to cum for me, Y/n."
You nod your head fervently. It was like you were saying 'I'm sorry' over and over again and she was accepting the apology. She overwhelmed you with her fingers in your pussy, mouth on your tits, and now her thumb pressing against your clit. Your moans were turning into weak whimpers and you release all over her fingers. There was no room for embarrassment, just nothing but pure pleasure. Jenna, of all people, made you feel like you were in heaven. You wanted to show your gratitude for her, so instead of letting the post-orgasm lull hit you, you grabbed her face with both hands and crashed your lips against hers. It's been so long since you've kissed someone intensely or even felt like this. Everything feels so heightened that it makes sense you blurted out, "I want to eat your pussy," in between a heated kiss.
It was only fair that you ate her out, and you were more than happy to end up between her legs. She laid down where you once did and you pried her legs open. She wore a skirt and the smallest panties you've ever seen.
"Did you know this was going to happen?"
"It wasn't for you," she admits, "but I'm glad you're the only one who's ever seen me wear something like this."
The fabric was so thin that her pussy almost swallowed it. It left nothing to the imagination and it was interesting to see Jenna wear something like this. With cheap material like that, it was easy for you to rip it off of her body. She squeals in amusement and sits up so she can watch you take the first lick of her needy pussy. Instantly her taste floods your senses. You feel her hand intertwine with yours as you begin to move your tongue across every inch of her swollen pussy. You loved how she felt against your tongue and you cursed yourself for not doing this last time. You lick and suck at her, producing the lewdest sounds imaginable. You hope the sound doesn't care in the soft breeze, but you also don't give a fuck anymore. The only thing you could think about was Jenna. You rub the underside of her thigh with your other hand and keep her legs nice and spread for you. She can't pull her eyes away no matter how fast it makes her heart pump.
"Y-You're so good at this," she whines.
You had put your ego away to show that you were sincere, but it was like she was calling it to come out. Hearing her praise you only made you work her pussy some more. You wrap your mouth around her clit and suck on it. The attention makes her shake and grab onto the back of your head. She pushes your face into your pussy as if you would even dare to move away. You wanted to leave in this moment forever; the moment where you lick and suck her while she moans in pleasure for you. You hum against her wet pussy and that sends her overboard. You feel the flow of cum drench the lower half of your face and you don't pull away until you lick up every drop.
It was all the desire she still felt inside of her that made Jenna crash her lips against yours for one more sloppy kiss. Her cum mixes with both of your saliva in a lewd way. Jenna never gets this nasty during sex but she did not care just like you didn't.
The sun has completely dipped over the horizon before you two finally calm down. You lay with back flat against the rug, staring up at the sky while Jenna grabs the remnants of the panties you ripped off of her.
"I accept your apology, Y/n," she says as when she finally joins you, laying her body next to yours.
"Thank you."
It's the last thing you said to her with just the two of you alone. She didn't wait to Friday to break up with Isaac, in fact she did it the next day. Jenna took the dissolving her relationship easier than Isaac did. Your mother used it as an excuse to do something that wouldn't require everyone to join now that there was some awkwardness to that. She would take you and Jenna shopping to have "girl time" aka time where she could rant about your father and blow off some steam. It seemed weird that her now ex-boyfriend's mother was still being so kind to her even though she wasn't obligated to, but she embraced it. You and her didn't get to talk much over your mother's new stories of life, but that was okay. You don't think this is going to be the last time you see Jenna.
