despite being exhausted, the only thing you crave is eating your wife’s pussy out..
warnings: established relationship, eating pussy, porn w no plot, lazy smut, quick drabble, rushed, and slight praise
— exhaustion became an unfortunate, familiar rhythm among your spine and legs after a long day of work, aching dully as your light steps stumbled across the floors of the apartment complex, your blurred vision seeking out the recognisable silhouette of manon.
opening the door, you stared at at wife lazing about on the bed—oblivious to how gorgeous she looked—the sun stubbornly peeking out through the curtains and flooding her in the warm lighting, her lipgloss shimmering underneath and basically begging for your lips to smear it all over hers.
“hey,” you breathed, dropping your bag carelessly nearby and shimmering out of your jacket.
the older woman hummed in response, swinging her legs back and forth idly. “long day, baby?”
“too tired.. and i’m so hungry,” unintentionally, you complained and blinked at her prettily.
automatically, she sat up.
you didn’t mean in that way, you meant in.. wanting her.
“no, stay down,” you blurted, sounding desperate than demanding.
she raised a sharp eyebrow, “why? i’m about to cook you up something.”
“no, i’m starving.. for you.” awkwardly, you admitted and glanced to the floor immediately.
manon tilted her head back, “show me then.”
was that an invitation?
you took it as such.
tumbling over your own feet, you landed on your knees somehow smoothly and let her legs spread wider for you to shove your face in between her thighs—your nails clawed through the thin fabric of the tights unforgivingly hugging in all the right places of her legs, ignoring her sharp gasp.
“make it up to me for ruining my favourite tights,” manon breathed, her fingers entangling in your hair roughly and tugging you forward to her exposed core.
“a-always,” you stammered involuntarily, closing your eyes and sucking hard on her clit—her breathless, trembling breaths and moans peering through encouraging your ferocity of your tongue working on her.
“oh, fuck.. just like that, baby..” manon nearly whined, her grasp on your poor hair tightening till’ it hurt, not like you cared about that anyway.
within seconds, she let out a high-pitched sound and came all over your face, you kept your face buried deep and twirled your tongue in the remaining juices before eventually pulling away—gazing up at her in awe with dilated pupils.
manon giggled, panting hard. “you’re acting like you had a five coarse gourmet meal.”
sypnosis: you decided to piss daniela off at a party but if only you knew what was waiting for u at home..
warnings/tags: nsfw content, dom!toxic!dani, sub!reader, jealousy, vibrator, bondage, edging, fingering, mami kink, lmk if i missed anything
a/n: my queen requested this here. i combined 2 dani requests into this one so enjoy!! and im sorry this one's lowkey long.
the club was packed. bass thumped through the floor, neon lights cutting through the haze. you were at the bar, sipping your drink, scanning the crowd for someone to flirt with. daniela was somewhere near, probably watching—but you made sure she saw everything. every laugh, every smile, every little touch that wasn’t meant to be subtle.
“you’re enjoying yourself,” her voice cut into your ear, low and sharp. you turned, pretending to be innocent.
“am i?” you said, arching a brow. “didn’t realize i needed your permission.”
her jaw tightened. “don’t push it,” she muttered, but she stayed close, her eyes tracking you like a predator.
you grinned, swirling your drink. a guy leaned in to talk to you, a little too close, and you laughed—just enough for daniela to hear. you saw her tense, saw her fingers twitch around her glass… it was perfect.
“you’re ridiculous,” she muttered, low, almost a growl.
“maybe,” you said, tilting your head. “but you like it.”
daniela’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. “you’re not allowed to flirt with anyone else,” she said, voice tight, heated.
“really?” you teased, leaning into her. “i must’ve missed that rule.”
her lips pressed into a thin line. “cute?” she repeated, voice dark, dangerous. “you think this is cute?”
you laughed, whispering just loud enough for her to hear, “you’re way cuter when you’re jealous.”
her eyes darkened instantly. “we’ll see about that,” she muttered, dragging you toward the exit. you had to dodge a few people as she practically shoved everyone aside.
in the car, she slammed the door and fired up the engine. daniela was speeding home, tires screeching slightly in the corners, hands gripping the wheel tiht.
your heart was racing—not just from the ride but from knowing exactly what was waiting at her place.
by the time you stumbled through her front door, she had you pressed against the wall. one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your wrist. “you’ve got a lot of nerve tonight mami, but it's okay i gotchu."
the door slammed shut and her mouth was on yours, not kissing but taking, all heat and sharp teeth and that quiet, angry noise she made in her throat. her hands were everywhere, pulling at your clothes, shoving your jacket off your shoulders. “you think this is a game, mami?” she breathed against your lips, her voice rough. “you think i like watching you tease those stupid boys?”
“maybe,” you gasped, arching into her as her hand slipped under your top, her nails scratching a hot line up your ribs. “you seemed pretty into it.”
she pulled back, her eyes flashing. “callate.” she didn’t yell. she never yelled. it was always this low, controlled fire that scared you more. she took your hand and pulled you, not to the bedroom, but to the living room, pushing you down onto the big leather couch. “stay.”
she left you there, your pulse hammering in your ears, and came back with a handful of her silk scarves from the hall closet. deep red, the color of wine. she didn’t say a word, just looked at you with that dark, hungry look that made your stomach flip.
“daniela…” you started, but the warning in her eyes shut you up.
“you lost your speaking privileges.” she grabbed your wrist, pulling it to the arm of the couch. she looped the silk around it, once, twice, pulling it tight enough that you felt the secure bite of the fabric, but not enough to hurt. not yet. she tied a firm, efficient knot.
she did the same with your other wrist, stretching your arms out, leaving you open and exposed to her. she stepped back to look at you, tied to her furniture, completely at her mercy. a slow smile finally touched her lips. “asi me gustas.” this is how i like you.
she disappeared again and came back with a small, black vibrator. it hummed to life in her hand, a low, steady buzz that seemed to vibrate right through the floor and into your bones.
she knelt on the couch between your legs, pushing your skirt up around your waist. her free hand hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, slow, letting the lace drag against your skin. she tossed them aside.
“all night, you were putting on a show for me,” she said, her voice quiet. she trailed the humming toy up your inner thigh, not touching where you needed it, just tracing circles on your sensitive skin. “all those smiles. all that laughing. you wanted my attention? you got it.”
she brought the vibrator closer, the buzz now a constant threat an inch from your clit. you bucked your hips up, trying to get any kind of contact, but she pulled back. “no.”
she pressed the vibrator against the inside of your thigh instead, making you jump at the sudden intense sensation. “you don’t get to come. not until i say. you understand?”
you nodded, breathless, your hips making small, desperate circles in the air.
“use your words,” she commanded, her voice dropping. “i know you have them.”
“yes,” you whispered.
“yes, what?”
“yes, i understand.”
“good girl.” she moved the vibrator, finally letting it brush against you. oh god. it was just a flicker of contact, but your whole body jerked against the restraints, a sharp cry tearing out of you. the silk pulled tight on your wrists. she did it again, another light, teasing pass that made you see sparks. then she pulled it away, leaving you throbbing and empty.
“you look so pretty like this,” she mused, circling you again with the toy. “all desperate for me. this is what you wanted, right? to get me all worked up?” she pressed the vibrator against you again, firmer this time, holding it right there. pleasure shot through you, hot and electric, coiling deep in your belly. you moaned, pushing yourself against it, trying to grind, to get more.
just as you felt the tension start to really build, to climb, she yanked it away. the loss was a physical pain. you whimpered, a broken, pathetic sound.
she laughed, a low, warm sound. “ya querias?” “too bad.”
she did it again, pressing the vibrator onto your clit and holding it, letting the sensation wash over you, build you up higher and higher until you were right there, right on the edge, your toes curling, your back arching off the couch—
and off. she switched it off and pulled it away completely. you cried out, a shudder wracking your body, the unfinished feeling making you ache.
“fuck, daniela, please…”
“please what?” she put the vibrator on the couch beside you.
“you think you get to come after the little show you put on? after you made me so jealous i could barely see straight?” her voice was sharp again, but her eyes were soft with want. she leaned down, her lips close to your ear. “you’re mine. solo mia. you don’t get to give your smiles to anyone else.”
before you could answer, her fingers were on you, sliding through your wetness. you were soaked, and she made a satisfied sound. “look at this. all this for me? you really are a desperate little thing.”
she pushed one finger inside you, slow and firm, and you moaned, the fullness a perfect relief. she added a second finger, stretching you, curling them just right. it felt so good, so much better than the toy, because it was her.
she set a rough, punishing rhythm with her hand, her thumb circling your clit in tight, fast circles. “this is what you need, isn’t it?” she panted, her own breathing getting ragged as she watched you come apart under her hands. “you need to be reminded who you belong to.”
you could only nod, sensations overwhelming you, the pleasure building again, faster this time, deeper. the room was just her face above you, her dark eyes watching every twitch of your body, her fingers fucking you, her thumb driving you insane.
“you’re going to come for me now,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. “you’re going to come on my fingers and show me how sorry you are.”
that was all it took. the orgasm ripped through you, blinding and absolute. you screamed her name, your body seizing up, shaking against the restraints as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
she kept her fingers inside you, working you through it, drawing it out until you were sobbing, completely spent.
finally, she slowed, then stilled. she pulled her fingers out and brought them to her mouth, tasting you, her eyes locked on yours. “mi cielo.”
she leaned over you, her body covering yours, and started to untie one of your wrists, her lips brushing against your skin. “now,” she whispered, her voice husky.
"fuck!" you come all over her fingers.
she cleans them right off.
"hiciste muy bien pa me mami, te amo."
you flop onto her chest, her arms wrapped around you tight, fingers threading through your hair. the tension’s finally gone, leaving only warmth and the soft rhythm of her heartbeat. “shh… tranquila,” she murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “todo está bien ahora.” her fingers trace slow circles on your back, protective and careful, like she’s memorizing every part of you.
you lift your head just enough to look at her, and she meets your gaze, dark eyes softening, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “eres mía,” she says, and you can’t help but grin.
happy thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates!! i would like to take the time to make a small appreciation post for the people in my life i’m very thankful for this year.
first off— my best friend, my eunchae to my sakura, my juhoon to my james, my ningning to my karina, i love you so much my koko. i am eternally grateful that i have you and that you were brought onto my path. i truly do think that we were always meant to be close. we just clicked so quickly, the bond was there instantly. you never fail to make me smile, laugh, rage bait me, and be there for me when i really need it. you’ve proven countless times you’re someone i can really rely on, and the same here. i want you to know you can always count on me, and i will support you no matter what you do. i love you my child koko!! thank you for being in my life <3 @newkokoz
next— my cheon!! my karina to my gigi. it’s funny how we crossed paths, over a small message about a post i made, but it didn’t even matter. we clicked instantly. i always felt it was easy to talk to you, and we shared interests, especially in aespa. and im grateful that getting into kpop— particularly aespa— has brought you into my life. we haven’t known each other for very long now, but you still mean the world to me. thank you for always being there as well, and you know i’m always there for you. i love you my cheonnie! @cheonsabluu
my other child, my first child actually, my sweet mars!!! i remember our first time talking— and to this day, it really does seem like yesterday. we became close so fast, and i always loved our talks. we ranted about everything and nothing at the same time. it all flowed out like a stream, and we never had to worry about an awkward conversation. i am so so grateful that i get to be “mama caro” to you and that you seek advice from me. it’s truly an honor. i love giving you advice and i’m always here when you need it— mwah! i love you too mars @planetmarz09
moving onto my other child (i really am a mom now wow..)— isa!! we don’t talk everyday, but that doesn’t mean i’m not grateful for the advice and the help you gave me when things were hard. thank you for being there and listening to me freak the fuck out 🥰 @gyeouldo
i also want to thank vali too— even if she’s bullying me constantly (even in my dreams too apparently)… back when you were a celebrity to me, i always recall reading your little drabbles and such, i loved them all. and since we’ve become friends, you’re always so fun to talk to and we get to thirst over aespa and plan out fic ideas so thank you xx @idekkkjja
there’s one more person on here i’d like to thank for being in my life, but i’m not going to tag her since i don’t want to make things awkward ㅠㅠ… however, if you’re reading this (you know who you are), i still want you to know that i am grateful that you were placed in my path. there were bumps in the road, i know, but i truly hope we can overcome them and you can see just how much i truly am grateful for you. never stop shining, my star.
okay thank you guys for reading!! 😁😁 sorry for the long paragraphs…
— the sun had barely rose from the distant clouds in the skies, no light fairly present enough to peek through the windows in the bedroom. birds couldn’t be awake yet, surely.
nobody was sane either to be awake, the scenario perfect since you two were awake in each other’s arms.
manon was propped up on you, face slick with your juices from mere few minutes ago—the fluids dripping down her stained pink cheeks as her lips parted to nip on your jaw and you gasped, still sensitive.
“m-manon..” you moaned, squirming but too lazy not to do much about her subtle teasing.
she snorts softly, “baby, did you think i didn’t mean it when i said we’ll be at it till’ morning?”
“m-mm.. no,” your thighs squeeze against each other, the thin fabric clinging onto your wetness.
— manon grins lazily, nuzzling her face into your neck. “shh, baby.. lemme do the work. love you so much,” inconherately she muffles, warm fingers crawling down to caress your clenched abdomen.
“hmm.. already anticipating it, huh?” she giggles under her breath, finger hooking down your pants again revealing your dripping pussy.
her one finger went in, letting you adjust to it since it was so early now and you were awake all night so she tried to have some consideration; even if she craved to see your pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure again 😵💫.
“mm, ready to take more.. baby?” manon whispers, nipping on your ear teasingly which made you whine.
“mhm.. ready,” you breathe.
another fingers thrusts in, going at a steady pace and her free hand spreads your thighs wider.
“taking me so well..” manon cooed, her face buried in your shoulder but occasionally looking up to see your eyes fluttered closed as you took the pleasurable stretching out of her long fingers inside you.
your hips bucked up, gasping.
“gonna cum?” manon wasn’t too harsh on you anymore when seeing you nod frantically, letting you cum and coat her fingers as they were buried in you. keeping you stuffed still for a few moments.
“good girl,” she sighs, pulling out and licking them lazily before settling beside you and tucking the blankets over you two.
Hiii are the reqs open? If it’s not you can politely ignore this and if it is.. can we get f!r teasing ot5 kats by wearing revealing clothes to practice and basically being heavily touchy with all of them. Until one of the kats crack and fuck them in the rehearsal room (in front of the others) and all of them later take turns fucking u raw (doesn’t even give u time to breathe) it’s like their way of punishing you!
g!p ot5katseye having their way with you..
warnings: porn w no plot, public sex, messy smut, idk how i even did a 6some, degradation, praise, backshots, sucking d, unprotected sex, cumming on body, and groping. not proofread yet.
— yoonchae was away sick sadly, leaving her bedridden and miserable enough to stay in bed all day and be excused off practicing for a few days or so and that gave you an opportunity that you simply couldn’t resist.
so you decided to wear tiny shorts that left little to imagine and a tube, fitting top on as well that showed a good amount of cleavage but not too much.
when you entered the practice room, murmurs between the women slowed and hushed down as their focus subconsciously was on something or someone else entirely.
you.
pretending to be ignorant, you flashed an innocent smile at them like you did as usual. “hey guys, are we gonna practice gabriela today?”
manon cleared her dry throat awkwardly, “yeah, we are. let’s just warm up first.”
instead of jogging around the room or something, you decided to stretch out your limbs to the fullest by clasping your hands together and extending them above your head which lifted up your top a little.
and you let out noises that could be questionable if heard by a blind person.
everyone stared.
megan’s jaw nearly dropped.
daniela raised her eyebrows when she seamlessly walked by to grab a water bottle, “you okay?”
scraping your bottom lip with your teeth unknowingly, your gaze flickered to her and hers drifted off to your pretty lips.. then lower. “mm.. no, just aching. nothing bad.”
“you want me to help?” she offered, hesitatingly stepping forward and you laughed simply. “no, dani. it’s okay.”
“it’s okay,” she echoed back unknowinhly, her eyes lingering on you for a second too long.
“are you sure?” again she asked.
“yes, dani.. i swear-“
“she said she’s okay, and even so.. i should be the one helping.” sophia cut you off abruptly, stalking forward with a stern expression although it faltered as her eyes was more interested on the floor for some reason.
you tilted your head at her, “..sure? are we gonna practice now?”
the woman before you nodded, exhaling through her nose to calm down.
everyone started to get into the formation, precisely hitting each movement perfectly even when there was a noticeable gap in the choreo—it wasn’t too much of a deal to handle since most of the members were fixated on you.
the flimsy clothes that revealed your beauty where it usually would’ve been reserved underneath baggy clothing outside of performing, how your chest would almost spill out of your top if you did an off-guard position for too long, or how the tiny shorts hugged your ass like a second skin.
on a short break, you were panting hard and barely fixed your clothes before wiping the sweat shimmering across your forehead.
now immersed in small talk with lara since she was beside you, your chest heaving and your breathless laughter echoing throughout the rehearsal room made her lure around longer than necessary—sophia noticed and how you pressed yourself against her body, the way you leaned in her casual touches.
sophia noticed everything.
this was all done on purpose, wasn’t it?
“y/n,” she called out, her voice flat.
“yeah?” you whirled around, almost stumbling over her and falling into her in where she caught you automatically.
and did she let go? no.
she only tightened her grip.
“i know what you’re doing, baby,” sophia murmurs in your ear, her voice low yet loud enough for others to hear.
her hands traced down to your lower back, tracing circles around it idly with her thumb.
you blushed, instinctively looking away. “what are you doing?”
“you’re tempting me,” the woman simply concluded before adding on, “or perhaps.. everyone here.”
her free hand caresses your chin, “can’t i act on it?”
you breathed shakily, “yes.. yes, you can.”
merely sophia smiled, amused. “you slut,” she laughs under her breath before kissing right there in front of everyone.
it was sloppy and messy, pure lust entangling in the heat of your tongues dancing with each other as her hand creeped down lower to cup your ass heartily and started to pepper kisses across your jawline—the other women gasped, shock and.. barely surpressed emotion that could be detected from miles away.
daniela stepped in, having the most nerves out of all them. “share the slut with us too, won’t you?”
pulling away, sophia panted hard and lazily smirked at her, her eyes drifting at you for a moment until settling on the woman who started to approach you two. “sure, why not? she looks eager to be shared nonetheless.”
“too eager,” daniela muttered, squishing you between the two women and started to grope your chest, tweaking with your hardening nipples underneath the thin fabric—making you gasp and squirm in their grips.
lara tsked, “she’s enjoying it.”
you let out a needy whine, no morals or shame left in you, “fuck, fuck.. please fuck me already.”
manon cackled in disbelief, “you guys should grant her wish.”
“we will,” sophia confirmed stripping your clothes off with surprising ease, daniela helped by putting you in a comfortable position as she started to take off her own pants herself.
megan was frozen, her eyes bulging out behind her glasses and cheeks flushed pink as she witnessed the erotic scene enfold right there.
you were bent over, sophia holding you by your wrist and to keep still and your mouth occupied by daniela’s aching cock, lara was beside you and jerking off rapidly to cum on your back as you were getting pounded relentlessly by sophia.
manon nudged her with her elbow, snapping her out of her trace. “don’t you wanna join in?”
megan was about to answer before a loud moan broke through the heavy air when daniela released you.
“f-fuck! fuck! A-AH!” you screamed out, sophia’s pace never wavered as she grunted through gritted teeth, sticky strands stuck on her forehead with her hands almost clawing onto your ass so you’ll take it all—also, occasionally she would smack you, lara included with a big grin.
manon couldn’t restrain herself any longer when she sees sophia lose all her composure, shuddering and coming inside you, her arm looped around your waist and hand splayed out on your stomach.
she didn’t even bother to adjust herself, rushing over to take you next but got shoved by lara.
“bitch, i was here first!” the latter hissed at her, positioning her throbbing cock at your entrance before slowly sliding it in—letting you adjust to her size unlike a particular woman who was recovering alongside daniela who immediately got turned on by the pleasant sight again.
“m-mhh.. ah.. you’re so.. big,” you panted, feeling lara’s arms greedily wrap around you when she starts to thrust in and out, occasionally adjusting the position to hit the deeper spots.
“you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” lara smiled, her ego boosting by your breathless whimpering and incoherent babbling.
you couldn’t answer since manon fisted your hair and tugged it forward to her dick where you took it willingly when parting your lips wide enough for it to fit in.
“mhm, good girl,” she groans loudly as she felt your warm mouth envelope around her cock, your cheeks hallowing it as you started to suck off.
nervously megan came around finally, the tightening in her pants couldn’t be ignored anymore. “c-can i join?”
manon barely casted her a glance, “you can wait.”
your moans were muffled by her cock as you bopped your head up and down, her hand already pulled on your hair into a messy ponytail and tightening ever so slightly whenever she hits it deep in your throat—making you gag but she doesn’t let you pull yet.
lara on the other hand was taking you slow and deep, luckily your screams was silenced by manon’s dick or else it would’ve been very, very loud since she made sure to hit your cervix every single time with no fail. her cock drags in and out, her praises turning into silent moans as her mouth drops into a gasp when she was hitting her orgasm.
and she did too, did inside you.
the moment she pulled out, megan was already there and in her way—even her pants was down in preperation as she grabs her almost leaking cock and shoved it inside you.
your eyes widened, gasping when manon pulled out and started stroking her cock above your face.
“m-megan, fuck.. y-yes,” you moaned approvingly, megan was going at it in an almost inhumane pace, holding your hips in a bruising grip as her thumb digged in your skin.
manon sighed, her cum spilling all over your cheeks and forehead, caressing your hair afterwards. “you’re taking us so, so fucking well. fuck, i’m impressed.”
megan whimpered at the overwhelming pleasure she was drowning in, she found herself lost in it as she tried to cum as quickly as possible—even tears pricked in the corner of her eyes.
“so good, so good..” she chanted to herself, choking on her heavy breaths when she reached the peak of her orgasm—her body stiffened and trembled, her cock jammed in you as she cums in you with a loud, shameless moan that was unlike her.
you were about to collapse forward but megan hurriedly gathered you in her arms, the lustful haze now shattered. “fuck, are you okay?”
you nodded even if your legs was long gone, trying to regain your breath.
daniela laughed back there, “we should ask if you’re okay, megs, you literally cried.”
PLEASE DO PUSSYDRUNK OT!5 PLEASEEEEE I REQUESTED IT WEEKS AGO PLEASE I BEG OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU
OT5 PUSSYDRUNK KATSEYE !
warnings: pussy eating, edging, praise, and yeah.
— LARA.
— easy-going with your shaky demands, lara knew exactly what she’s doing. her tongue ravels around your clit, sucking on it and taking her sweet time as if the world paused for this moment itself.
her soft laugh vibrates against your sensitive pussy, making you flinch and let out an unintentional whimper.
— she’s gentle and tentative, sometimes she would tease you with a more intense rhythm to witness your reactions play across your face—how your moans slip out without you noticing, the way your thighs shake slightly in her firm grip, or how you would whine a command that she may pretend not to consider to frustrate you.
at the end of the night, she’ll make sure to make you cum more than you can count.
“baby.. stay still, hm?” lara tuts.
— MANON.
— the woman’s the whole of personification of being a tease. at this point, this is for her entertainment and not your pleasure since she could go on edging for you a full hour if she wanted to, and sometimes.. she did.
manon adored your begging, the way your voice would have a waver from irritation, how you’ll try to sputter out an insult against her which would easily melt into a soft whimper whenever her tongue purposefully hits the right spot to make it up to you.
— also, manon uses her strength as an advantage in such an unfair way. she would hold you down against the mattress, lapping against your overworked cunt and the moment you’re a mess of breathless gasps and incoherent nonsense, she would stop abruptly and press against your hips to stop you from grinding your pussy against her face to get yourself off.
“m-manon.. fuck, please, please-“ you begged, your hips trying to buck against her palms.
“no, no.. my love, i’m the one that’s allowed to make you cum. not even yourself is.” manon grins up at you, enjoying this more than she should.
— MEGAN.
— quite the opposite of manon, she would dedicate her whole existence to please you if she could. plus, whenever she does start on giving, she’s not going to stop.
for hours and hours, megan’s face is going to buried in between your legs. your cries and babbling wouldn’t really stop her, it only encourages her that she’s doing so well!
and there’s a safe word for a reason.
— foolishly, megan grins wide against your oversensitive core and laps up your juices before looking up to see your exasperated, exhausted expression with sweat dripping down your forehead. her eyes are glazed with satisfaction, it really seemed like she was drunk on your pussy.
“i’m doing good, right? right?” she whispers, so eager for your approval and validation as her knees was aching.
“y-yeah.. yeah..” you downplayed, not like megan would notice anyway.
— SOPHIA.
— downbad for a time to eat you out, even if she’s worn out, she could come back home from training and all drenched in sweat—one plea from you and she’s down on her knees, her trembling fingers fumbling with your waistband and dragging it down enough to reveal your pussy.
licking her lips subconsciously, sophia would have eyes fluttered closed and start pampering your inner thighs with kisses, she could start from your abdomen down to between your legs then start on eating you out—she loves taking her time with you.
— same with megan, sophia would unintentionally get absorbed in it completely, not knowing when not stop even if you came countlessly and your legs are numbed out from being spread out for so long and your poor cunt being ravished endlessly by her eager tongue.
aftercare with sophia is the best, though.
“look at you, taking this so well for me..” sophia breathed, pleased with the sight of you being wrecked because of her.
— DANIELA.
— purely experimental and out of curiosity, quoted from daniela avanzini herself. out of nowhere too, the woman randomly popped out in your room, appreciating the dim atmosphere and locked the door shut for good measure. it was like she was thinking about for a long time.
of course, you accepted it—you just wanted to help a friend explore and such. little did you know, you didn’t know daniela would be so good at it for a first-timer!
— at first as she’s down on her knees, daniela was cautious and reluctant with her movements. her tongue peeks out, taking a lick of you and she hums to herself in approval, starting to lap you up and holding you closer—her grip on you tightening ever so slightly as well as her face starts to nuzzle against your exposed pussy.
between a few minutes, daniela would murmur:
“is this right?”
“are you.. you sure i’m doing this correctly?”
“ah, i don’t know what i’m doing.. but i am enjoying this more than i imagined, amor..”
“you like this, huh?”
the more cockier she got, the more louder your moans got.
r obsessed with daniela’s ass and dani teases r? fem4fem?
daniela teasing you w ur little obsession..
warnings: dryhumping and thigh riding.
— whenever you’re off or on the cameras, your hands out of muscle memory would impulsively grab daniela’s ass. slap it, grope it, or whatever. even caress it, not like the woman minded.. actually she liked it more than she’s willing to admit.
in the dorms, nobody was home except daniela who’s busy in the kitchen following a recipe she found online. you approached her from behind, noticing the thin, small shorts she chose to wear for comfort.
you blushed as your body presses against hers from behind, “hey dani,” you tried to stay casual, not wanting your eyes to drift down.
“hey girl,” daniela mutters, aggressively whisking the batter in the metal bowl. “what you doing?”
“nothing.. much,” you drawled out slowly, idly resting your head on her shoulders. unfortunately, one of your hands trailed down from her waist to cupping her ass, again.
she laughs, not resisting but rather pushing her ass against your palm which surprised you. “d-dani!” you exclaimed, burying your face in the crook of her neck.
“what? you started it first,” she sets down the items on the counter, abruptly turning around and backing you up all the way to the living room ahead.
stumbling away, daniela grabbed you and instead sat on the couch nearby, forcefully tugging you down on her lap.
directly, you were straddling on her bare thigh. “dani..” you trailed off, swallowing hard.
“show how you’re needy for me,” the demeanour suddenly changes the moment you noticed the intensity in her eyes reflecting yours.
you inched closer on her thigh, your hands placed on her back and crawling down and nearing her ass as you leaned in to kiss her.
daniela hummed lowly, her thigh bouncing slightly making you whimper against hers lips as your hips started rocking back and forth, the thin fabric of your sweatpants not hiding your growing arousal in between your thighs.
“good girl,” she whispers, holding you back and encouraging you to increase the pace of it.
biting your lip, you were near to coming as you again kissed her for stimulation which she gladly accepted, her eyes fluttering closed and holding the back of your neck to bring you impossibly closer.
when you were about to cum, daniela suddenly pushes you off her thigh and you landed beside her with a frown tugging on your features in frustration.
“daniela!-“
“ah, ah,” her finger places on your lips to hush you.
warning: fingering briefly mentioned, and i may continue this series of her straightness..
— you never noticed her grip slowly tightening around your waist, casually resting there until her nails clawed in the soft skin—marking it as a result of her inner turmoil when a guy is too nice to you for her liking. Her sweet grin would falter into tightly pursed lips, resisting the urge to press them right on your neck in public to show him that you’re hers only.
but no, she already proudly claimed she’s straight and rather remains your very close ‘bestfriend’.
— whenever you had romantic interests and such, Daniela would always nitpick them, shredding them to pieces and reasons the most ridiculous piece of evidence of how they’re such a big red flag.. mind u the only red flag’s right in front of you. And if she ever saw you hanging out with them, she would pettily ignore you the whole day.
it frustrated you to no end!! your pleas would be dismissed and she would refuse to look at you, choosing to be with other friends. And the cold war would rage on for a week minimum unfortunately since she’s so, so stubborn..
does it end badly too? not really, the satisfying curls of her long fingers shoved deep up your cunt, hitting spots your pathetic little boyfriend could only dream of repeatedly would make you forget about the furious rants you gave to your friends a few hours ago when you planned to confront Daniela about her horrible behaviour towards you.
— she also would shamelessly taunt you, mark you with scratches, marks, and her favourite—hickeys painted across your body like a canvas, and Daniela would never bother to put it in hidden parts. Rather sucking feverishly on parts of your throat, above your collarbones and leave marks on your waist.
— maybe sometimes she would wear bold, red lipstick and smudge the marks along your neck. And yes, she would snap multiple pictures of it and claiming it that’s for memories.
oh wow, taking pictures of that intimate act after nasty sex is sooo straight and a friendship bonding experience.
you knew it sounded awfully wrong but you never called Daniela out on it. Simply because.. you enjoyed the secret sensation, the thrill of keeping it behind closed doors.
— there was many disadvantages though, such as the aftermath. The next day Daniela would be grinning, referring you as her dear bestfriend and like her ‘sister’ since she never had siblings. It frustrated you so much.
she would act like she didn’t take your ability to walk last night.
