cassandra had been divorced for almost two years before you ever stepped into her orbit — and you made sure of that. you weren’t about to get tangled in some messy situation with a married woman, not even for someone as devastatingly composed as her. she wasn’t someone you’d “homewreck” for. she was someone you respected… before you started wanting her to ruin you.
and god, did you want her.
she was the kind of intimidating that didn’t require raised voices or threats, just a glance over the rim of her glasses, a slow arch of her brow, a sharp little inhale when she was annoyed. you were decades younger, but she never once talked down to you, never made you feel small.
except right now.
right now she had you pinned to her pristine kitchen counter like she’d been waiting months to finally crack you open.
“come here,” she’d said earlier, voice low, more command than invitation.
her hands were big, warm, patient. yet the grip at your hips was possessive enough to make your stomach flip. she kissed like she argued: controlled at first, then suddenly fierce, hungry, like she’d been holding back.
you were the first to break the kiss, panting.
“cass…”
she cupped your jaw with one hand, thumb dragging along your lower lip.
“you’re not going to look at me like that,” she murmured, “and expect me to stay civilised.”
her tone alone made your knees soften. she noticed, of course she noticed, and pulled you even closer, slotting you between her legs where she sat on the counter’s edge. her fingers slipped under your shirt, tracing up your spine slowly.
“you know,” she whispered into your cheek, “i don’t care that you’re younger. you’re not a child. don’t make me treat you like one.”
you swallowed hard. “i know —”
her tongue slid into your mouth before you could finish, stealing the rest of the sentence, stealing your breath, stealing every last bit of composure you had left.
her hands pushed your thighs open, thumbs pressing into the softest parts.
“this,” she murmured, gaze dropping between your legs, “is a grown woman’s body. don’t insult me by pretending otherwise.”
you whined, embarrassingly soft, and cassandra smiled like that was exactly what she wanted to hear.
she dragged your underwear down with a patience that only made the heat worse. every second her fingers brushed your skin, you felt yourself throbbing harder and wetter.
“spread,” she said.
you didn’t hesitate. your legs fell open for her, eager, trembling.
cassandra exhaled softly, almost reverently at the sight of you.
“good girl.”
her thumb stroked your clit once and your whole body jerked, a broken noise leaving you before you could stop it.
“sensitive,” she hummed, pleased. “how long have you been wanting this?”
“m-months,” you breathed.
she laughed quietly — a warm, deep sound that slid straight down your spine.
“oh darling, i know.”
her fingers slid lower, collecting your slick, dragging it back up in slow circles. she didn’t rush, didn’t tease cruelly — she handled you like she was savouring you. like she knew exactly how badly you’d been craving someone who touched you like this.
then her fingers entered you — two of them, deep, confident, curling up into the spot that made your thighs clamp reflexively around her wrist.
her free hand shot out, grabbing your knee, forcing your legs open again.
“ah-ah,” she said, breath hot against your neck. “let me in.”
you cried out, head falling back, body arching helplessly into her hand.
“that’s it,” she whispered, pumping her fingers deeper, harder, her palm grinding up against your clit every time she drove into you. “you take me so well, better than anyone i’ve had in years.”
your nails dug into her shoulders, desperate, “c-cassandra!”
“say it again,” she ordered, fingers curling mercilessly.
“cassandra! fuck—”
she pressed her forehead to yours, lips brushing your cheek, your mouth, your jaw — too close, too intimate.
“you’re going to come for me,” she murmured, voice velvet and steel. “and you’re going to look me in the eyes when you do it.”
Summary: cheater!Sevika’s wandering eyes catches a new face at her favorite brothel, good news for her — bad for you.
Cw: nawstyyy smut (18+), infidelity (Sev claims that she isn't cheating on her wife if she does it with paid whores *her words not mine* in the bum!) Sevika has a huge cock, rough fucking, spit for lube, rough anal --barebacking in this bitchhhh, prostitution, reader loses anal virginity, Sev makes reader push her cum out whoops..
a/n: MY HALLOWEEN TREAT FOR YOU ALL!!!
probably errors but oh well, this has been burning a hole in my drafts for a WHILEEE
Wc- 1k+ (this was literally supposed to be 300 words omg)
Everyone needs a break from their nagging wife every now and then, at least that's what Sevika thinks. Every once in a while, she’ll take a quick fuck at the filthiest brothel she can find, which has recently been a place she’s very familiar with. Filthy as in what goes on behind the shimmery curtains or stained red doors, the place itself is very pristine and well kept. Sevika isn’t that desperate to fuck in a dirty ditch, she’s a lady after all.
Yes, she does in fact pay to fuck these willing women by the hour. Giving up marital money for brief moments of grimy infidelity, of course felt very guilty at first. But that guilt quickly washed over her the moment her body went slack from the messy orgasm caused by two women sucking and gagging on her cock and balls, while another was on her face riding her skilled tongue.
She was known to be a mean, rough, and nasty fuck. Quickly pounding into the women from behind, as time and her money was ticking. Only fucking them in the ass since to her, fucking another woman in the cunt only counts as cheating. Not getting sucked and jacked off by one or multiple women at a time or eating another woman’s cunt / her own cum out of their ass counts.
So technicallyyyyyy… she wasn’t cheating - cheating. She was doing something that she thought would be forgiven by her oh so sweet wife at home.
She’s even fucked her way through all the workers, fucking them again and again, sometimes mutiple at a time. She’s quite known there, even getting discounts from her frequent visits there.
But you.
You were a new face, a face she hasn’t fucked to the point of drooling, a face she hasn’t stuffed into soft cotten sheets as she assaulted your tight hole, a new face she has yet to toy with. She ‘must have you’, she thinks to herself. Watching as you give out drinks to the other members, faking a smile and dragging out convos for bigger tips. Sevika finds herself sitting down on a barrel seat at the bar, finishing her favorite dark whiskey, with a gentle slam on the dark wood bar table. Sevika spots the owner and makes a “come here” motion with her two fingers.
“How much for her?” her voice mumbles to the 'Madam' of the brothel. “For her? C’mon it’s her first day Sev, go for your regulars” the slightly pitchy woman pouts at Sev, whose expression is hard as stone. “T-Ten then” the Madam whispers, taking a slight step back. “Thousand?” Sevika’s voice growing noticeably irritable by the roughness in her tone.
“Fi-Five then. I can’t go any lower, she’s new. You know all the new girls' prices are always a bit out there” the woman pleads. “Mhm” Sevika huffs, standing up to pull her wallet out, throwing a wad of bills onto the table, in front of the older woman. “I want her ready for me”
“She’ll be in room 5, we’ll have her prepped for your…. preferences”
…….
“They said you wanted me ....ready” your soft voice coos out, already in the position she wants you in. Topless with just panties on, on all fours with your ass waving high in the air, your face stuffed in the sheets, only pulling up to be able to talk clearly. “Are you? You know I have a cock right?” she grumbles. “Yes ma’am” you answer, shoving your face back into the sheets. “Good” was the last thing she said before beginning to have her way with you. Pulling your baby pink thong down your legs to get a look at the puckered hole she was going to fuck raw tonight, her pants falling to her ankles leaving just her plain top on.
‘TUH’ a glob of spit sitting on the rim of your hole before sliding through the slit of your untouched cunt (who sevika glances at, the urge to play with it crossing her mind), Sevika angles your hips better as she aligns her thick brown cock to your asshole. “I don’t do warmups, you know that right. Say red if you want me to stop” she stills, waiting for your response. “Yes ma’am”.
“Fuuuuuck” she rasps out, the feeling of your tight, warm asshole snug around her as she slowly splits you to accommodate her length and thickness making her heavy balls throb. “They prepped your virgin hole good, s-shit” she whines, slipping out. Her heavy leaking tip back at the entrance of your hole again, you shift on your knees before she shovers her entire length into you this time with one thrust. “AHH, mhmm ” a whine slips out of your mouth, the brief sharp pain of your ass being filled like that for the first time makes a thin layer of sweat bead on your hairline.
“Taking me so well, y’hungry for it?” she mocks, referring to her cock, slamming into your ass harder, at a steady speed. The feeling of her balls slapping against your cunt from this angle makes you grip the sheets a little tighter. “Y-yes ma’am, I need it so bad” you whine out, truthfully. Looking over your shoulder with a desperate pout on your lips, you take this opportunity to take her looks in: her tall, muscular built frame, her chiseled pretty face, and low lidded eyes.
“Tell me how good it- it fucking feels… ahh Fuuucking hell” a loud moan slipping out her mouth as she picks up speed. “You cock feels so good in my ass ma’am” you mewled in front of her, taking her like a real cockwhore. “I can feel you s- fuckkk. I can feel you stretching around me” Sevika moans, her rough hands spreading your cheeks apart, completely lost in the sight of your creamy hole meeting her cock all the way to the base with every thrust.
With a proud and lazy grin, she gives a sharp smack to your ass, enjoying the ripples from it. “Mhmm, just keep sucking my cock in your little ass like that” she rasps, her thrusts becoming harder and faster, drilling into you. The sight of your ring squeezing her length as she pounds into you makes her mouth hang open in desperation to fill you up.
Slick from your cunt begins to slip down your legs, “Fuck- you’re sooo wet” she teases. Her fingers wiping it up before tasting you. ‘Mhmm, I know what I will have you do on the next visit’ she says to herself.
Her thrusts speed up, getting rougher with each smack of her pelvis to your ass. “Right t-there” you squeak. The wet slapping sounds coming from her drilling your tight hole filling the room, getting louder, and wet sounding. “Such a good fuck hole for me mhmm”, this new hard pace making you lose your mind, your face going slack from how good it feels.
The deep stretch of her fucking you deeper, the slapping of her balls grazing your clit from the mean arch she has you in, and her eager words make you lose it. “Mhmm nguh fuck, I’m close ma’am” you wail, Sevika begins slip her fingers under you to rub your clit hard and fast as the amount of slick coming from your ass grows. A smile growing on her face at how fucked out she’s made you. Taking pride in her work.
Your asshole begins to tighten around her cock as your cunt still drools onto her balls. Your pussy becoming a slippery mess.. “So- so fucking good, mhmm don’t stop, p-please. I-need- need it - I’ve never, nghnn please” you’re babbling at this point, rocking your hips to match her thrusts (as she lets you), seeking your own orgasm. The slick from your ass and leaky pussy collecting itself onto her slightly trimmed pubes (she tries....sometimes), slicking the hairs down. Creating a soaked slapping sound from how fast she's pounding into you.
SHLP-SHLP- SHILP-SHLP-SHLP-SHILP
You’re so close to cumming it’s making your head spin, “Almost there, just-just hold it” she mutters. “Mhmm aw- ah, ohh fuckkk… now” her hips stuttering while trying to keep the pace, the strength behind her thrusts being the nail in the coffin. “Cumming,i’m cuuu fuckkk” you wail out into the sheets.
“Ah, mhm— fuckkkk” she huffs as her seed begins to fill your stretched hole with her big load. Her thrusting comes to a halt, pulling her cock out with a loud squelch. Sevika bends herself down to your level, having her soft plushy lips lay right by your now pinkish ear. “Push it out” she instructs. Sevika brings herself back up to watch from behind, spreading your cheeks to get a look at your used hole, she taps a finger on it, as a way of saying ‘now’. You do what you’re told and begin pushing her cum out of your ass.
"Nguhh" you whine out. Her thick load slipping from out of your puckering hole and down your crevice at a slow pace, Sevika being as greedy as she is, she spreads more of you open. Giving her access to view your fucked out shithole and your spasming cunt. “More” she taunts, you begin pushing out more, a glob creamy cum slipping out of your pussy as well– globing down onto the sheets below you.
You had come from both holes, “How greedy” Sevika hums. “Mhmm, fuck” you grunt, still pushing her load out. “Enough” she tuts, paired with a final slap to your ass.
“You will hold the rest of it in until your next visitor, let them know who was here before”
a/n: could've made the ending part filthier but... didn't wanna scare yall
anyways....part 2??? — check the comments for more info
Your new girlfriend, Satoru, comes home with you for Christmas – and immediately becomes your family’s favourite. She helps in the kitchen, charms your parents, and dresses up as Santa just to make your little cousins laugh. Until you stay alone for the evening, with the warm fireplace and Satoru's present for you. Oh, is it...oh! Merry Christmas!
spinoff to my pretty pretty girl
content/warnings: fem! gojo, fem! reader, female gojo is masc, wlw, oral (fem receiving), fingering, whimpering, lesbian sex, flirting, fluff, both fall for each other, oneshot, Christmas, Satoru is a Santa Claus lmao, first time using a strap-on hehe, top!Gojo, penetrative sex, Merry Christmas!
pairings: fem!Gojo x fem!Reader
a/n:
dividers by @saradika-graphics, wc: 6k
"I don't know", Satoru said, looking at your phone with a family chat displayed on it.
Your family was going crazy about the idea of your new date joining you for Christmas. You've been together for a few months already, having started dating immediately after your first meeting. You worked so well together that after a month, you moved into her apartment, leaving your shabby dorm. You almost live here anyway, she said one day, after you, really, didn't come back to your place for a week. And then she offered that you should move in, because I'm lonely without you here, and want you to have close baby, so you finally moved in. And it was amazing!
So now, while planning to go back home for Christmas break, you really wanted to introduce her to your family. You knew Satoru's family wasn't around much, leaving her alone with a substantial amount of money, which she loved to spoil you with.
However, her parents not paying her attention also meant her spending Christmas alone, in your overly big, sometimes a bit too cold apartment. And you absolutely hated this idea.
"They will love you!" you said, looking at Satoru's frowning face.
She bit her lip, checking the messages your relatives sent to the group chat.
And, well, they were more than happy to finally meet their dear daughter's date!
Satoru, what a nice name!
Oh, bring him home!
Don't forget to take plates, darling! We're going to have so many people!
Should I already think about the wedding gifts?
But there was something weird about these messages, which Satoru noticed just after a while.
"Do they know you're dating a woman?" she asked.
And then looked at you, with your suddenly widening eyes and mouth forming in a small o, telling her everything she needed to know.
Satoru sighed, getting up from your soft couch and going to the kitchen. She started preparing the second portion of hot chocolate, with small marshmallows and whipped cream on top. She glanced at you with amusement, following the changing expressions on your face. Shock, disbelief, disappointment, irritation, then shock again, and finally calmness.
"They're going to be fine with it," you waved your hand.
She smiled, decorating her cup with additional small chocolates shaped like a Christmas tree.
"Will they?" she murmured. "They won't make a scene or, I don't know, disown you? We can always just go back and have Christmas here, you know..."
"Satoru! My parents aren't homophobic! They were always telling me that I can bring home whoever I want," you said, already writing back that your date is truly excited to meet them too!
Satoru came back and sat on a couch, giving you a Santa-shaped cup. It was pleasantly warm in your hand, with a sweet smell, slowly soothing your nerves.
"If you're sure of it," she sighed, looking back at the Christmas movie you were watching. "I just... don't want to make everyone uncomfortable. I'm okay with spending Christmas alone, you know? As I always d–"
You quickly shut her up with a kiss, leaving a chocolately aftertaste on her plump lips. She looked at you through these beautiful, wavy eyes, with a bit of worry in her gaze. You brushed back her snowy hair, kissing her cheek.
"Stop, dumbass. How could I allow you to spend Christmas alone? I already have a present, you know?" you smiled.
And then she grinned, looking at you with this foxy gaze and biting a fresh piercing in her lip.
"Oh yeah, I also have something for you," she murmured, putting a small peck on your lips. Then she came down to your neck, slowly kissing her way down, right till your cleavage. "I think you'll be very, very satisfied."
"Mmm, really?" you gasped, putting your hands into her white locks.
"Yeah, baby, trust me."
You both forgot about the movie playing in the background and the hot chocolate cooling down your coffee table. You forgot about everything when Satoru's tongue finally finds a way down to your wet pussy, lapping sweetly through your folds.
And, oh, you could just wonder what it was that made her so happy.
❅‧₊❆₊⋆
Your hometown wasn't that far, only a two-hour ride away from your apartment. In the early morning, you packed your bags into Satoru's car and, after a quick stop for a morning coffee, chocolate for me, double whipped cream, add some marshmallows if you have, and oh, these gingerbread cookies if you still have them for Satoru, you got out on the road.
You texted your parents that you're on your way, once again nervously checking the family chat. You bit your lip, staring at the screen for a short time, before you felt a strong hand on your thigh.
"We can always turn back," Satoru hummed, looking at the road.
"No, it's fine. I guess I'm just a bit nervous. They never met any of my partners," you said, looking at the snowy road ahead of you. "And my family can be... intense."
Satoru took a sip of her definitely too-sweet chocolate, giving you a quick look.
Something was definitely bothering you, and she hated to see you nervous like this, tapping fingers on your locked phone and looking at groupchat with a frown.
"Babyyyy," she signed, getting your attention. "So, we're going to fuck with your parents next door?"
You snorted, laughing softly and relaxing a bit. She smiled back, finally seeing the shine coming back to your eyes.
"You'll need to be quiet tho," you turned at her.
You were too nervous to notice it before, but she looked handsome, in a suit, elegant trousers and a white shirt, with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, presenting deliciously strong forearms, with long fingers tightly gripping the wheel. Silver shone brightly in her eyebrow and lip, with snowy hair slightly brushed back. Your family would never know she was a woman without looking into her soft eyes and hearing this bewitching voice.
She laughed deeply, leaving you with a fluttering heart.
"Baby, I think you need to be quiet. I'm doing all the work anyway, my mouth's always bus–"
She didn't finish when you slightly punched her arm.
"Hey! Don't call me pillow princess. It makes me feel bad," you murmured. "Makes me think I don't satisfy you."
Satoru looked at you quickly, with a sly grin. She tightened her grip on the wheel, seeing your doleful eyes and small pout glancing at you from a frowning forehead.
"But I love you as a pillow princess. Actually, you don't even have to pay me attention, ma'am. You could strangle me with these thighs, and I would thank you."
She received another punch from you, reacting with an even louder laugh and leaving you flushed from ears to toes, with a cute redness spreading on your cheeks.
"Just shut up and drive," you murmured, looking back through the window.
You arrived right after two hours, with the gate of your two-floored house appearing right on the horizon, and a small parking space right outside the building already packed with other cars. You came out to open the gate, seeing all the decorations your parents put out this year.
Colourful lights hanging from the roof, an inflatable Santa Claus welcoming guests right near the door, icicles forming right above the windows, just waiting for someone to walk under to drop and split on their head. But well, just don't walk there, your mother loves how they look, your father would say, always avoiding the path right under them.
Satoru drove inside and parked her car right next to six others.
"Baby, how big did you say your family is?" she asked, taking your luggage from the trunk.
You laughed nervously, looking at her knitted eyebrows and eyes slowly scanning the winter wonderland your house was always turning into during Christmas.
"Well," you started, walking with her right to the front door. "It's all the aunts and uncles, cousins and oh, also some mom's friends"
Satoru looked at you with a scowl, your two suitcases held tightly in her arms. She laughed nervously when you knocked on the door, hearing the loud noises quieting down.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at how you bit your lips and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Don't stress, it'll be fin–"
And then the doors opened, someone's thin arms closing you in a warm embrace.
"Oh dear!" you heard your mother's voice.
She smelled like milk and sugar, probably spending all day in the kitchen, preparing everything for the upcoming party. Although she could probably use some of your help, now that you were here, as you still had two days till Christmas Eve.
"Hi, Mom," you said, hugging her back, feeling her kiss your temple. "I missed you so much."
She rushed you inside, glancing shortly at Satoru, although not giving her full attention. You knew the introduction would happen with all the family members, probably in the most uncomfortable setting you could think of, with both of you exposed to the prying eyes of your aunts and cousins.
You stepped inside first, shrugging off your coat, the familiar warmth of your childhood home wrapping around you instantly. Christmas decorations crowded every surface – garlands on the bannister, blinking lights framing family photos that hadn’t been updated in years.
Satoru followed right behind you, suitcases still in hand, pausing for half a second like she was bracing herself before crossing a battlefield.
Your dad appeared almost immediately, as if summoned by instinct alone. Before either of you could react, he pulled Satoru into a firm hug, laughing warmly as he ruffled her hair.
"Well, look at you," he said with approval. "Strong arms. Good posture."
Satoru stiffened a bit, then laughed it off, returning the hug politely. You leaned in to kiss your dad's cheek.
You felt your mother watching from behind, like a hawk, curiously looking between you and Satoru.
"What a handsome young man you brought,” she whispered, looking with a smile at Satoru. "So sturdy, almost reminds me of your father when he was young. I bet they could have some man-to-man talks, don't you think?"
You laughed – too loudly, too nervously – and shot Satoru a look that screamed please don’t panic.
Oh, Satoru thought, this is it.
"Good morning, ma'am," she said, shaking her hand. "My name's Gojo Satoru, your daughter's girlfriend."
The quietness suddenly was so sharp, you could almost hear it cutting through your nerves. And of course, all the cousins, aunties and grandparents gathered in a hallway to meet your new "boyfriend". All of them suddenly stopped in place, maybe even stopped breathing, looking at both you and Satoru, almost sweating in winter jackets you still had on.
Somewhere in the background, you heard your cousins whispering you owe me ten and your aunt commenting that I always knew. Oh, you were not beating lesbian allegations, weren’t you?
"Should I warm up the car?" Satoru whispered, and you jabbed her side with an elbow.
But then, suddenly, your mom clapped her hands and put them on Satoru's face.
"Of course, just look at her eyes! No man ever could have such beautiful eyes. And these long lashes!" she chittered, looking at Satoru's surprised face.
She froze, blue eyes wide as your mom examined her like a prized porcelain doll.
Your dad hummed in agreement. “Yeah, no son-in-law of mine could look like that.”
Laughter rippled through the hallway, the tension dissolving all at once. Satoru relaxed visibly, shoulders dropping as she laughed.
You released a deep breath, you didn't know was stuck in your lungs. Your thoughts cleared a bit when you saw Satoru's red cheeks, her shy eyes following all the greetings from your aunts, cousins and grandparents, all of them complementing her height, do you play basketball?, looks, are you a model perhaps?, even her hair, looks like we have a person who'll dress up as Santa Claus!
"That's surprising," you heard a sarcastic voice next to you.
Utahime, your mom's best friend's daughter, who always somehow spent Christmas with you, was leaning against the living room's doorframe.
You hugged her warmly and laughed, looking at Satoru already squirming in her place.
"Yeah, well," you whispered. "You're not surprised?"
"Nah," Utahime shook her head. "You were not beating lesbian allegations. I just won twenty from brats," she pointed at Nobara, Yuji and Megumi, your three cousins, sitting in the living room. "Anyways, I hope she won't get tired of us. You know how your family is..."
Intense, she didn't manage to finish, when your grandma asked Satoru who the man in your relationship was and your poor girlfriend looked at you helplessly.
"Okay, okay, let us unpack, and we'll join you soon," you interrupted, showing Satoru to take your suitcases upstairs. "We'll change and come back down."
"We're decorating gingerbreads today, come quickly!" said your grandma, going back to the kitchen.
"Are they allowed to share a room?" you heard your father whispering to your mom, receiving a nasty look from her.
"It's not like she'll get pregnant, let them be," she scolded him, pushing back to the kitchen.
You shook your head, taking Satoru right to your childhood room. Home looked as warm as you remembered, always full of life with people coming and going, constantly hanging around your living room and kitchen. You loved it and sometimes, sitting alone in your dorm, you would miss the smell of the fresh cake every weekend, your aunts and uncles visiting you every few days, cousins dropping by for dinner as they lived quite close, and grandparents always watching TV in the living room.
And Christmas, oh, they were the best! You were so excited for the next few days, even Satoru laughed at you, seeing how happily you took the Christmas sweaters you bought for both of you.
"There's so cute! Don't you think?" you asked her, while Satoru looked around your old room.
The posters of your favourite actors, some high school photos, a shelf full of teenage books, and even a diary lying on your desk.
"Your room is so... teenagey," she said, looking at your DVD collection. She started looking through them, laughing at all your emo-era collection. "You must have had a great childhood."
You took off your shirt to wear a new sweater.
"Yeah, it was wonderful," you said. "And yours was...?"
A second later, cold hands wrapped around your bra, with slim fingers digging under it, to wrap softly around your tits.
"I live through my childhood dream right now," she whispered, squeezing her hands.
"Toru! Your hands are so cold!" you squeaked, trying to push her off.
She laughed, and you felt her warm breath on your neck, with breast pressing against your back.
"So warm them up, pretty girl," she murmured, peppering your neck with kisses, going right from your jaw to the collarbone.
You moaned softly when she pinched your nipples and turned you to face her. Her piercing blue eyes stared at your flushed cheeks and soft breasts, already spilling over the bra cups.
"We don't have time," you whispered, putting your hands into her white locks.
She looked at you with a sly smile, bending down to your ear.
"You underestimate me," she whispered, and you felt a shiver running down your spine.
The strong smell of her perfume was cooing your senses, warm and woody, spreading the scent of a winter cottage and fireplace, pleasantly clinging to her skin. You felt her fingers slowly clipping off your bra, going down to your jeans, already uncomfortably sticking to your wet panties.
"We have five minutes at last, if you just wait till the eveni–"
And then you heard a knock on the door, someone struggling with a handle, and a weak voice.
"Auntie," you heard your sweet cousin, the youngest one, slowly opening the door.
Your eyes widened, comprehending the dishevelled state you were in, with your tits out and half taken off jeans.
Satoru, however, reacted quicker, coming to the door, while you put a Christmas sweater over your head.
She opened them, just a bit, only to see a small girl standing outside, dressed in another sweater. Oh, your family must've been obsessed with them.
"Hey sweetie," she said calmly, crouching to level her height. "Your auntie changes her clothes. Do you need anything?"
Your cousin was shyly eyeing Satoru, her gaze going back and forth between her unnaturally white hair and intense blue eyes, checking her up and down with a weak blush. And then, she extended her small hand and touched Satoru's soft locks, smiling widely, with one of her front teeth out.
"Are you Santa Claus?" she asked sweetly, melting Satoru's heart.
Satoru took her small hands into hers and squeezed them slightly.
"Do you think I look like an old man?" she asked with a chuckle, receiving a giggle from your cousin.
You listened to their conversation with a smile while freshening up in the bathroom. You had no idea that Satoru was good with children, although you knew she could be quite childish herself, making up for the bad childhood she experienced with her own family. You didn't know exactly what happened, but pieces of the story she shared with you, about attempts to put her into an arranged marriage, internal homophobia of her relatives and rigorous bringing up among clan members, were enough for you to understand that there was a reason for her cutting off contact with her parents.
"Aren't you old? You have white hair," your cousin said unceremoniously, and you needed to hold to the bathroom counter to contain a loud snort.
Satoru pouted, looking at your oblivious cousin with a sad puppy face.
"I may not be Santa Claus, but I know the guy. If you'll be a naughty girl, I'll tell him to send Grinch instead," she said and started to tickle your cousin, receiving an ear-piercing squeak from her.
"I'll be good, I'll be good! Auntie, you're not old!" Satoru took her hands off her ribs and ruffled her hair.
"That's what I thought."
And then you opened the door fully, looking down at your two pretty girls.
"Auntie, your girlfriend is mean!" said your cousin, pointing out with a smile at Satoru.
You glanced at your offended girlfriend, pressing her hand to her chest.
"Well, I guess she doesn't deserve a present then, right?" you asked, picking your cousin up.
She nodded her small head, showing pinkish tongue at Satoru.
"You brat," Satoru whispered, coming at her again with her dangerous, tickling fingers and getting yet another squeak.
"Satoru, go change into the sweater I prepared for you! And go down to us," you said, taking your cousin back to the kitchen.
"Yes, ma'am," she said, placing one last kiss on your cheek. "We'll finish what we started later," she whispered, her warm breath tickling your skin.
You felt a warmth spreading on your cheeks, and with a scoff, you left with a cousin in your hands.
"Auntie, what will you finish later? Can I join?" she asked innocently, looking at you with her big, brown eyes.
Your face became even warmer when you uncomfortably cleared your throat.
"No, honey, it was a game for adults only," you muffled, coming into the kitchen filled with the smell of sugar and laughter.
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It was already late evening. Your entire family was gathered in the living room, carols humming softly from the speakers, the crackling fireplace filling the space with warmth and the comforting scent of burning wood. You and Satoru shared an armchair – she sat back against soft cushions, relaxed and unbothered, while you occupied her lap as if it were the most natural place in the world.
A mug of mulled wine rested in your hand, its heat seeping into your fingers and its sweetness making your head pleasantly light. You found yourself giggling more than usual, your laughter spilling out before you could stop it.
But Satoru didn't mind, listening to you with a soft smile, rather amused. Her arm was safely secured around your waist, thumb brushing slow circles against your side whenever you laughed loudly.
What made your chest feel even warmer was how much your family adored her.
She'd spent the entire day helping with Christmas preparations, effortlessly slipping into the rhythm of your home. Your relatives eagerly pulled her into every task, marvelling at her strength while she kneaded dough or carried heavy boxes with decorations.
"Maybe I should get myself a girlfriend," Nobara murmured at some point, looking the way Satoru wooed all women in your house.
"Oh, you must train a lot," added one of your aunts, giggling like a teenage girl.
Satoru just laughed, scratching the back of her neck with that boyish grin of hers, glancing at you like she found the whole thing particularly entertaining.
She'd charmed everyone – your mom, aunts, even your usually reserved uncle – somehow balancing her unbreakable confidence with gentleness, warmth and attention. Every now and then, she would check on you, quietly making sure you weren't overworking yourself, guiding you away from chores, knowing how stressful last semester was for you.
At one point, your mom had shooed you out of the kitchen entirely, as you're supposed to decorate cookies, not eat half of them. Strangely enough, she hadn't said a word when Satoru sampled some of them just to make sure they were ready, nodding seriously before stealing another one when she thought no one was looking.
So now, sitting in a cozy living room with your family, you felt her breath tickling your ear.
"Your family is wonderful," she said, hugging you tighter and placing a small kiss on your shoulder. "Now I know why you are the way you are."
You giggled, welcoming her discreet touch.
Fireplace was crackling in the background. Soft voices were spreading around the room. Yuji changed a music, receiving a pat on a shoulder from your grandma, while Megumi was listening to Nobara and Utahime gossiping on the sofa. Once in a while he would nod his head, supporting Nobara’s statement, whether it was.
The mistletoe between hallway and living room was hanging from the door frame, lush green gaining your attention.
And Satoru’s too.
Her eyes flicked up, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at her lips as her grip on your waist tightened just a little.
"Don’t even think about it," you whispered with a sly smile, receiving a chuckle from her.
She kissed your shoulder last time, pressing her lips maybe longer than she should have.
"Don’t worry," she murmured. "I'll behave. Mostly."
You weren't sure whether to believe her, but judging the way her thumb brushed the skin right under your bra, you expected quite interesting weekend.
But the Christmas Eve arrived far too early, with both of you waking up to the dishes clanking downstairs, screams of your youngest cousins and the smell of coffee drifting upstairs.
You shifted and immediately became painfully aware of Satoru beside you.
She was still asleep, hair a mess against the pillow, one arm thrown loosely over your waist like she’d claimed you sometime in the night and never let go. For a moment, you just lay there, breathing her in, remembering how close you’d come to forgetting yourselves the evening before.
She was, in fact, not behaving at all, with your stuttering breaths and soft moans flowing right to her open lips, kissing yours so sweetly. You usually weren't going at each other like rabbits, but the last few days away from the privacy you built up in your home made you wet like crazy around each other, one look from Satoru being enough to squeeze your thighs a bit harder than usual, with your panties sticking right to your pussy lips.
But there was always if.
If not for the walls.
If not for the people.
If not for the way your mother had nearly walked in twice.
Satoru stirred, slowly blinking. When she noticed you watching her, a lazy grin spread across her face.
"Morning to my pretty girl," she murmured. "Still disappointed?"
You snorted softly. "Extremely."
She laughed and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
"Let's get ready, maybe today we're going to have some luck."
You watched her muscular back slowly disappear in a bathroom. But before she closed the door, you noticed a flash of white hair peeking out, and her perked nipples, looking at you so sweetly, you felt like going through a second puberty.
"Join me?" she asked with a grin, leaning against the doorframe.
Oh, the only thing you were dreaming about now was eating her out, looking at her strong forearms tensing up every time you sucked her clit and long fingers diving in your hair, pulling them lightly as if scared to give you more pain.
But before you could even stand up, your mom knocked on the door once, and Satoru quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
As you said, there were many ifs when it came to your sexual life in this house.
Before you noticed, Christmas Eve passed in a blur of warmth and noise.
The living room was chaos in the best way – wrapping paper everywhere, mugs of hot chocolate being passed around, someone always talking too loudly. The table was heavy with all the food, and you noticed how everything was slowly landing on Satoru's plate because you need to try it, or it's my speciality, and this is our family's traditional dish.
She was trying each one by one, humming softly and nodding her head. You smiled, looking at how happy she was, surrounded by people who loved and appreciated her. You knew she needed it, this type of love, she never got from her own parents. And you also knew how difficult it was for her to show emotions honestly, trying to have a healthy relationship based on trust and love, not a forceful arrangement.
At some point, your uncle clapped his hands together.
“Well,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I guess Santa is coming soon. Kids, can you hear him?”
And when all the smallest cousins ran up to the window, Satoru silently left the room.
The Santa costume was ridiculous. Far too tight in places it shouldn’t be, the hat sitting crooked in her white hair. She played the role with dramatic seriousness, lowering her voice, handing out gifts with exaggerated ceremony, pulling children – and then adults – into brief hugs.
You laughed so heartily, seeing happiness just radiating from her.
When it was your turn, she leaned in close, voice low.
"Were you a good girl this year?" she asked, winking at you.
You could just pray that none of your family members saw the blush spreading across your cheeks.
You giggled. "The best one."
She hummed in agreement, giving you a small box, wrapped in a cute, red paper.
You looked at her, surprised, because, well, giving presents was one of her love languages, and you had already explicitly told her that you didn't want anything for Christmas.
But nevertheless, you peeled back the paper carefully, lifting the lid and immediately sucked in a quiet breath. Nestled inside was a pair of delicate earrings, catching the warm glow of the lights, elegant but unmistakably you.
"Oh," you whispered. "Satoru…"
"They made me think of you," she said lightly, but her gaze softened, watching your reaction closely. "They look like my pretty girl."
You looked up at her, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. "I love them."
She leaned closer then, voice dropping again so only you could hear.
"Good," she said. "Because that’s just something small."
Oh. You cleared your throat, checking if everyone was for sure busy with unpacking their own gifts.
You blinked. "Small?"
She straightened, grin turning wicked. "Mhm. The real present comes later."
Your heart skipped a beat, heat rushing right to your core, spreading pleasantly, and you, once again, found yourself needing to squeeze your thighs during the last few hours.
And then the words you were long awaiting finally spread across the room.
"We're to the neighbours", your mother said, announcing the yearly tradition your relatives had with a few close-by families. "You two stay home, make sure the fireplace won't burn it."
You almost started kissing her feet when you saw your family (all of them!) putting on jackets, saying goodbye so long that one could think it was the last time you were seeing each other, and finally leaving the house.
Suddenly, it was quiet. The carols hummed in the background, the fire crackled warmly, and the Christmas tree shone brightly, bathing the room in colourful lights.
"So," the air shifted when Satoru came closer, standing right behind you, with her warm hands on your hips. "Were you a good girl this year?"
You turned around, eyeing her with a smirk, your eyes going up and down between her heavy, horny gaze and plump lips, already so wet you could only imagine them sucking your clit.
"I don't know, was I?" you asked, putting her hand on your soft breast, squeezing it slightly.
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"Oh god, Toru," you gasped out, back arching, your wet folds rutting against Satoru's tongue, lapping around your bundle of nerves in slow circles, which made you absolutely crazy.
She was sloppy, and you loved it, eating you out like it was her first time on earth, whimpering and delighting herself in your sweet juices, dripping down her chin right on the carpet.
That's right – carpet. You didn't even make it to the hallway when Satoru tore your clothes off right in the middle of the living room, leaving you in a red set. And, oh, it was a good choice, because it worked on her so easily, making her pupils dilate and breath quicken, before she manhandled you and spread right on the carpet, next to the fireplace.
You could feel the warmth of the fire, its tongue sweetly licking your skin. You looked like an angel in its orange light, with parted lips and a delicate frown, eyes locked directly on Satoru, who had been looking up at you for a whole time.
And then she put in the first finger, and then the second one, which made you absolutely go feral, riding her hand with teary eyes. She was still sucking your clit, pinching and kissing her softly, with fingers curling right at your sweet spot, she already knew the location by heart.
"Tell Santa, was my pretty girl good this year?" she teased, kissing you up, through your belly, then your breast, her lip closing around your pink nipple, and then going right to your throat.
Her fingers were still inside, absolutely drenched in your juices, your cunt squeezing around them as if it wanted to milk her dry.
"I–nghh Toru–I w-was soooo good," you whimpered, running your fingers through her white locks, her neck already sweating from the fire licking your two naked bodies.
"Does my pretty, good girl want to come?"
And you couldn't even form the words, just rolling your hips against her palm, absolutely lost in pleasure.
"P-plea–"
But she took out her fingers before you could finish, sliding them down her body, strong core, and narrow hips, right to her glistening pussy, spreading her own lips wide and mixing your juices together.
Oh dear god, she couldn't get you worked up even more, hearing her almost silent moan and a long strip forming between her fingers.
You saw her clit, peeking out of puffy lips, just waiting to be sucked and licked. And you couldn't wait to bury your nose inside her.
But then she turned around, taking a box placed right behind her that you hadn't even noticed before.
"This is your actual present," she said, her eyes already glistening with excitement.
You noticed the "actual" part as if she hadn't already spent half her fortune on you.
The box she gave you was quite long, wrapped in similar red paper and decorated with golden ribbon. You tore the paper off, and the first thing you saw was... oh.
"Toru!" you whispered as if your family could hear you.
But she just smiled cunningly, glancing at the elegant, black strap-on, with almost luxuriously carved silver details, lying in your hand so heavy that all the confidence from before suddenly disappeared.
"You said you wanted to try," she hummed, her nose snuzzling against your cheek, receiving a single sharp moan from you. "Now I can actually fuck you."
Oh, you could feel yourself drooling when Satoru put an inner dildo inside her obscenely drenched pussy, giving you a load moan you ate right away with a kiss. She put the belt around her waist, the black leather straps fitting perfectly to her toned muscles.
And then you saw it. She, kneeling in front of you with a dildo attached to her hips, imitating her real cock, and this masculine body, toned arms and wide back, she really started to remind a man. But her eyes were still so sweet, touch so gentle and kind. Although now, when she put you in all fours, with your ass up and her heavy hand pressing your neck against the pillows, she was definitely not kind and neither gentle.
"Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot," she panted, brushing the dildo against your pussy lips, gathering your juice around its silicone skin.
Your brain was fuzzy, back arched so much it almost hurt, head spinning from the delayed orgasm and a new one already building up, just at the thought of your Satoru railing you on this fucking carpet, in your parents' house, none of you knowing when your family is coming back.
"T-toru," you sobbed, pushing yourself against the wet tip of her "cock", feeling the biiiiig stretch when it pressed against your tight muscles. "I need y-you, please, fuck, Satoru."
She quietly whined, another dildo shifting inside her, brushing right against the G-spot.
And she finally forced it fully inside you, her thick "cock" kissing your cervix, and her hand gently going up and down your spine, pushing your bare chest against the carpet.
"B-baby," she whimpered, her hands ramming you on her hips so strongly, fingers clenching on your skin. "Your pussy looks so good around me, mhmm."
Your eyes rolled back, breath caught in your throat, fingers tightly holding the carpet, when you heard another moan coming from Satoru and felt her fingers on your clit. She was strong, thick and mind-blowing, filling you so good you wish she could cum inside you, spill her thick juices right to your cervix.
She pinched your clit, a shudder went through your body, and you started moaning like an actress in cheap porn. You even look similar, with eyes crossing, perked nipples brushing against the carpet and fat hips just pushing themselves back on Satour's cock.
You didn't know it was possible, but she went even deeper, the dildo's skin brushing your clenching walls, soaked in sweet juices.
"Fuck–baby–I c-can't."
She put both her hands on your hips, tilting her head back, strands of her short, white hair sticking to her sweating forehead.
You looked back at her, with glassy eyes and swollen lips, looking so fucked out, something flickered in her eyes. Neediness, hunger, something with so much force, you could feel it in your lungs when she gave you a strong push.
"Don't look at me like that–fuck," she pulled back and slammed into you again, even harder. "I'm gonna cum soon–mmmm baby god–my pretty pretty good girl," and then her hand went back to your swollen clit, brushing smooth circles around her, pinching and rolling between her fingers so softly, your vision almost went out. "If only I could cum inside you–fuckkk–baby, you have no idea ahhhh."
And with the next three thrusts, both of you shuddered, going almost still on both dildos, absolutely lost in your own pleasure, Satoru gripping your thighs so hard you could already feel small bruises forming under her fingers. Everything inside you tightened, and you moaned right into the carpet, to not let your whole neighbourhood hear the end of your Christmas Eve.
Satoru pulled out, collapsing on your back and quickly rolling to the side on the soft carpet.
Neither of you talked for a moment, trying to calm down your breaths, listening to the fire crackling in the back.
And then Satoru put her head on your chest, nose buried right between your soft breast, breathing you hard as if you could disappear any second.
"Do you think we can repeat it one day?" she asked softly, purring when you run your fingers through her hair. "I love fucking you. Maybe I am the man in this relationship, hm? It's a pity I can't get you pregnant."
You snorted, receiving a soft chuckle.
"Merry Christmas, baby," she whispered, raising her head and kissing you softly, so sweetly you felt your stomach turn.
"Merry Christmas, Toru."
Merry Christmas! I hope you like the wlw spinoff. I may be more attracted to fem Satoru than the actual one lmao.
Hello! May I request some Robin x gf!Reader where Robin’s gf surprises her for her birthday with lingerie? 🥵 Very fluffy, kinda shy, but eventually Robin gets more confident with it ;)
Babydoll | Robin Buckley x reader
AN: anon I love you and this request…This one’s short and sweet just under 700 words, I’d love some feedback! 💕
18+ pls! Suggestive content.
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“Hey if the cookies are crisping up around the edges should I take them out of the oven?” Robins voice carried into the bedroom where you were meticulously straightening the strap of your latest purchase. It was a soft baby blue chiffon piece, vintage with a modern twist. The top cupped your breasts, nipples poking through thin lace and floral embroidery before it flared out around your waist, a light floaty transparent layer ending mid thigh.
“Babe?” Robin shouted again, then there was the telltale sound of a baking tray clattering to the counter “ow, shit, okay definitely ready.”
You spritzed some vanilla perfume onto your pulse points, dabbed some sweet cherry flavoured lipgloss onto the center of your lips and then teased some volume into your hair, almost perfect.
“Babe?” Robins voice carried through again “cookies are done -“
You slipped from the bedroom, bare feet padding across the plush carpet, the smell of vanilla and chocolate thick in the air. “Some of them are a bit burnt around the edges but we can-“
Robin paused, spatula in hand, stupid apron askew and a streak of flour across her nose. “Oh” she said softly, eyes quickly flicking up and down your body. You leant a hand on the doorframe purposefully leaning as to accentuate your curves. “Do you like?” You popped your hip out then and playfully spun in a circle. The blue chiffon danced around you like equestrian ribbons and the glitter you’d dusted onto your collarbones lit up like stars in the dim evening light.
“I….is that…new?” Robin asked, a slight voice crack at the end.
The corners of your lips lifted into a smirk “yep…there was a sale on at Frederick’s of Hollywood.I thought it was…pretty.”
A pink flush bloomed across Robin’s cheeks, her eyes flicked down, once, just peeking at your cleavage before she quickly looked at your face again. “Pretty” she repeated “yeah…it’s…definitely that.”
You stepped closer, hand on the kitchen island, she was on the other side and she swallowed as you got close enough that she could smell the sweetness of the vanilla perfume. “You can look you know” you said with a hint of amusement in your tone “I am your girlfriend Robin.”
“I know that” her tone was higher than usual, eyes now looking somewhere above your head like the top of the fridge was fascinating to her and you laughed, edging around the counter until you stood in front of her.
“Robs?”
“Yeah?”
“Happy birthday” you whispered and then you leaned up and kissed the edge of her jaw, before moving down to her pulse point, teasing her sensitive skin lightly with your teeth.
“It’s not until tomorrow” Robin said breathily, eyes closed in pleasure.
“I decided to let you unwrap your gift early…”
Something snapped like a live wire thrumming with electricity under her skin and she kissed you, a deep, searching kiss. Your teeth clashed and your noses bumped and you laughed into it, brushing back her hair.
“You look so beautiful” she murmured into your lips, hand resting on your waist. You felt your stomach swoop as the heat of her touch bled through the thin fabric. “Yeah?”
“Yeah” she echoed and then she tugged you closer, hips meeting hips, lace and chiffon meeting rough worn denim, the friction too delicious to resist. “Gorgeous even…just ridiculously pretty.”
“You’re rambling.”
“And you’re unreal.” Robin finally let herself stare, eyes drinking in every inch of your skin and you shivered under the intensity of it. Her fingertips danced across your waist, down the flare of your hips, back up again and across each of your nipples, she smirked when they pebbled under her touch, when you squeezed your thighs together noticeably under the skirt.
“Look at you” a thumb swiped across your lips and she kissed you again, savouring the sweet cherry of the lipgloss “wearing this pretty little number just for me? I like it, I like it a lot, you know where I’d like it more?”
“Where?”
Her breath was hot and ticklish against your ear “on our bedroom floor.”
You snorted “that’s such a cliche line Buckley.”
“And you’re wet L/N.”
You’d never been more thankful for a sale in your life.
There she was, about 60 bucks lighter. And all she had to show for it was 2 little unboxed keychains, not that she minded. But really, was this necessary?
Abby was never one to mindlessly spend money, maybe a book here or there but only after finishing and rereading her last one atleast 3 times. Her space was pretty barren but it had all been filled up with all kinds of everything now. The couch, once a simple couch now draped with printed blankets and decorative pillows, empty white walls turned to poster and trinket displays. It's like clutter came with you but she wouldn't ever go back.
The house was now busy, but in a good way. Not in the way that made her feel overwhelmed or gave her that feral urge to suddenly deap clean everything at 3 am. Just nice clutter, a less empty space that felt safe in a sense of being surrounded by the things she loved.
Not that she'd have chosen this herself, but she's grown to like it, because that's what you like. Clutter, cute glorified clutter.
And somehow that led to this, fancy keychains.
𑣲 ''So, i just rip it open, here?''
𐙚 ''Nononononoo, waitttttt''
You desperately plea with her, immediately snatching the box away from her.
''You HAVE to tell me wich ones you want and don't want first, it's tradition!''
𑣲 ''Tradition?' M'kay lemme see''
She sighs out, just going along with whatever. But truth be told, when she looked at the side of the box with all of the options, it didn't move her much.
''uh, guess i don't really care... suppose''
𐙚 ''oh c'mon there has to be one you like more than others, or even one you hate more than other?''
𑣲 ''Hate is a strong word for a keychain baby.''
Her eyes scan the box again, starting at all of the little fluffy critters. Bless her heart she had only just discovered the whole sanrio universe and was being pulled into it full throttle.
𑣲 ''Alright guess i don't want the little purple... thing and i like the... little yellow guy? They're just keychains, isn't this a waste of your money?''
𐙚 ''Waste of YOUR money, since you paid''
𑣲 ''...''
𐙚 ''....ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)''
𑣲 ''...right.''
𐙚 ''M'kay, let's open them, yeah?''
You excitedly pull the little tab, carefully watching Abby do the same. The look on her face was priceless, a little anxious, pouty, with her brows scrunched like always, and most of all, confused.
But as soon as soon as you ripped open the plastic you breathed a sigh of relief and let out an excited squeel.
𐙚 ''Lookkkkkkk!!!''
Your fingers carefully pull out the little plush keychain and there it was in all of it's glory. A little beige hello kitty, all soft and cute. Oh hell yeah this was worth 30 bucks.
𑣲 ''huh''
She hums out before opening her own one. As much as she found all of this a little ridiculous her heart did a tiny little jump seeing the yellow color peeking out. Her little yellow guy!
𐙚 ''Wahhh cute, they match perfectly!''
The two little plushies got held up side by side and indeed they did, like it was meant to be. And she could feel herself getting swayed by every second that ticked by as you excitedly rambled about them. How soft, cute, fluffy, nice quality. All of it was just noise as she kept staring, so...cute.
The drive home was nice, both of the new keychains sat comfortably in your lap as you drove home, now all tuckered out from shopping all day, tiredly mumbling about where to clip them onto. Her bag, her carabiner, your purse, maybe you should get a carabiner to match hers.
Not even a day later Abby walks into the gym, oddly proud of the little pompompurin hanging off her duffel bag. Manny just gives her a raised brow, but doesn't say much. He doesn't dare. Not when she reaches out between sets and gives it a little pet with her indexfinger, all sappy and weird. Maybe you made her a little too mushy.
And maybe... just maybe she buys more. And maybeeee you get matching rarity and applejack skullpanda keychains
A/n; So i just got my first ever official blind box today because i went to miniso, and i love my little hello kitty. And i was just thinking i should make more niche fics about it so here it is :D Here's my little cutie
a/n: tumblr flagged this in my drafts so i have to put a fucking label on it to post it. so any reblogs are greatly appreciated to spread this one
summary: dana has hit a point in her marriage where she is no longer satisfied. hearing about this makes you so upset you offer to give her all the orgasms she desires. she takes you up on the offer.
wc: 3.3k
tags: infidelity, smut, clit play, fingering, tribbing, multiple orgasms, sub!dana, dom!reader, comp-het, reader is a little gay slut in love with dana
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Being an older woman had it's downsides. The biggest being that you were seen as less than by society. Hell, your value starts going down the chart after you hit thirty at a sharp decline.
Dana was surrounded by young and beautiful women every day. Them and their boyfriends who come to visit them and flirt with them. Give them gifts and wish them a good shift. She remembers when her husband used to do that when she was young. Then they had kids and the flame seemed to just fizzle out.
Now, she would come home and see him asleep watching some random show. With all her kids out of the house living their own lives, she thought they would have more time together as a couple. But with her twelve hour shifts, they only got time when she had a day off. And even then, it was just running errands together, watching television together, and may be a night out or a home cooked meal.
Never did the night end with coitus. Benji would flop into the bed, seemingly exhausted from the "long" day. Leaving Dana unfulfilled and going to the bathroom to take care of things.
Dana wanted what those young, pretty nurses had. Even on after a long shift, they were taken care of at home. They had someone touch them between the legs and kiss them sweetly.
"Dana~" A sweet voice snaps her out of her thoughts, "Patient in 5 has just been discharged."
You were a young nurse, transferred from med-surg. Dana thought you were the prettiest in the department. You had an infectious smile and even in the dire of situations you never let it bother you. You said you wanted to do work in the ER as a change of pace and you fit right in to the family of the department.
"Thank you, Dollface." Dana smiles at you. You smile back and walk away with a little pep in your step and go to another patient. Dana couldn't say she hated seeing you go too much. Your figure was a blessing to this floor. She wasn't the only who saw it either.
She hated the way those knuckle headed medical assistants would ogle at you. There was this heat in her chest, she's only had when her kids were babies and someone else would be holding them; A seething jealousy.
She's heard other's talk about a "hall pass" the one person you were attracted to that you would step out of your marriage for. For her, you were that one person. Usually it was a celebrity but they all pale in comparison in her mind.
Later in the day, you are in the break room with Perlah and Princess talking. Dana walks pass the first door when she hears you say, "My date." She stops between the two entrances to listen in on the conversation.
"After I bring her home, she is all over me. I have a pretty big couch in the living room but she is clinging to my arm." Her…She…A woman, you liked women, "She crawls into my lap and…"
"And? What happened?!" Princess urges you to continue.
"Well, you know, we do it there on the couch." You surrender the information. Dana's breath hitches as she pretends to look at her tablet, listening to you continue, "Then we go to my room and do it again."
"Again?"
"Her second… my first."
The two other nurses in the room gasp and squeal.
"Then I offer her my shower and…"
"A third time?!" Perlah gapes. Princess shushes her.
"In the shower." Dana can hear the smugness in your voice, "She came to bed and I made breakfast for her in the morning."
"This morning? Wow, you are better than most of the men here." Princess says dumbfounded.
"How would you know?" Perlah says flatly.
"I mean look at them. Do you think any of them would be making breakfast for their girl in the morning before shift?"
"I think Whitaker would try?" You chime. You all cackle like hyenas after you imagine him trying to cook. Dana takes it as her cue and walks into the room.
"Alright, shouldn't you two be off break by now?" She looks between Princess and Perlah. They sigh and air their grievances in Tagalog as they leave the room.
"I've got 5 more minutes." You throw your hands up in defense.
"I know you do." She smirks as she starts a new pot of coffee, "I heard a something about a date?"
"Uh, yeah, I went out with this girl yesterday."
"Was it a good time?" The aroma of coffee fills the room.
"It was." You lick your lips as you think about it again.
"You gonna see her again?" Dana tilts her head.
"I don't know. She was really nice but she was adamant about monogamy." You shrug.
"You don't want to be exclusive with somebody?"
"Not really my thing." You smile, "I prefer casual hook-ups. Maybe a hang out here and there. My goal is not really… romance."
"Then what is it?"
"Pleasure." You sigh and sit back, "There is something about knowing the ins and outs of a person in one night that excites me. The feeling of skin to skin without having to know the relationship they have with their parents or how many siblings they have, sometimes. The sounds of their moans, the taste in their mouth, their sweet scent fills my lungs I feel like that's enough."
As you speak, Dana crosses her legs as she feels her arousal pooling between them. The thought of you and her together on your couch, in your bed, in your shower exchanging passion. She blinks away the thoughts and clears her throat.
"Sorry, Dana I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You say.
"I'm not, I'm not. I was curious so I asked." Her eyes scan you up and down subtly, "I'm not one to judge."
"Yeah, I mean it must be nice to be married."
"It has its caveats," She chuckles, "I understand your hesitancy to be tied down."
"It can't be all bad. The sex must be great."
Dana purses her lips. She couldn't say if that were true or not because it had been years since she's had sex. You notice her silence and look at her remorseful.
"Dana… that's just not right," You shake your head, "I know it's not my place but you… you are hot and should be getting laid every night."
"You're kidding." She laughs.
"I'm not! Dana, you are attractive. How does your husband not control himself around you?!" You lean forward.
"You're just flattering me, now." She stands up, "Get back to work."
You watch her go with a sigh. In your eyes, Dana was sexy as hell. It was petty crush but her touch would shoot electricity up your spine. You loved her eyes and how she'd look at with such compassion. Especially when you first started.
After your break, you try to find Dana alone to talk to her again. You slide up next to her with eagerness on your tongue, "Dana."
"Not now, Dollface."
Dollface, the nickname she gave you after saying how pretty you were. You thought she was flirting with you but then you discovered she was married to a man. You thought you had no chance. Now, there was a possibility.
"Please can we talk for a second? When you have the time… outside?" You look at her pleadingly.
She rolls her eyes and looks at Princess, "I'll be right back." You both head outside near the wall, "What do you need to talk about?"
"You not having sex."
"Really? You pull me outside for that."
You grab her shoulders, "Let me take care of that for you."
"What? Are you crazy?" She furrows her brows.
"Crazy and stupid." You bite your lip, "Dana, I can't rest knowing you are not having orgasms at night." She scoffs, "Look, no strings attached, you come over to my place, and I take care of you."
"I am married." She states
"He doesn't have to know." You slide your hands down her arms and grab hers, "It can be a one time thing. It will purify your conscious after you cum. I'll beg."
You give her your biggest puppy eyes as you pout. You were being serious. Very serious. Your hands feel warm around hers as you hold them. "You're being serious…"
"As a heart attack." You step closer until you are chest to chest, "You know, I've always had a crush on you." You lean into her ear, "I get a little wet when you call me Dollface." Her breath hitches and she stares at you as you pull away, "One night to rock your world. Let me make you feel good."
You walk back inside leaving Dana with the shock of the exchange. She catches her breath and pushes her strands of hair behind her ears. You had just propositioned her for sex. She was actually considering it. She bites her lip.
She had a husband. Someone waiting for her at home. She had children— what would they think? Their mother stepping out on their father. She paces back and forth.
She then thinks about what you said. You called her sexy. You were attracted to her. You got aroused when she called you a nickname. You wanted her badly or else you wouldn't have said anything at all.
She grabs her phone and calls her husband. "Hey, Benji, Lena called out today so I might not be home until later. Yeah probably in the morning, I'll, uh, I'll let you know." She then hangs up the phone.
Through out the rest of shift, you make her nervous. She keeps chickening out of talking to you directly. Whenever your eyes meet she is quick to look away. She doesn't know how to accept.
"Have you given it thought?" It's the end of shift now, you stand in the hub with your jacket and bag on your shoulder.
"Uh, yeah I have." She takes a breath.
"Well?" You tilt you head.
"Tonight." She whispers, "Can we, tonight?"
You grin wide and nod, "Of course. Why don't you leave your car here? We'll take mine."
She nods and follows you to your car. The drive is quiet and full of tension. Most of it was radiating off of Dana. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was going to have sex with one of her staff members because her husband wouldn't get off his lazy ass and have sex with her. You look over from the driver side and sigh, "We don't have to if you don't want to." You say, "Say the word and I can turn around and take you back to the hospital."
She doesn't speak as you pull up in front of your apartment. You put the car in park and look at her, "Before you change your mind…Can I kiss you?" You ask.
She turns to you and nods slowly. The two of you lean into each other and gently you capture her lips into a kiss. Your lips are sweet against her. Cautiously, you push her lips apart and slide your tongue against hers. She moans as she slips her tongue along yours. You suck on her tongue and hum before separating from the kiss. She follows you slightly before pulling away.
"You want more?" You ask.
"Yes." She says breathily, "Please."
You smile before exiting your car. You open the door for Dana lead her into your apartment. "So this is where the magic happens," She says when you open the door.
You laugh, knowing she was getting comfortable again. "Not only that, it's where I sleep."
She laughs with you. You set your bag on a hall hook and take her bag and coat from her to put next to it. You grab her hand and lead her to the living room. You pull her onto the couch and rest your hand on her thigh, "I want to kiss you again. I already miss it."
"Me too," She confesses. You grab the side of her face and with parted lips you kiss her again. You deepen the kiss, moaning into her mouth. She moans in response. Her hands roam your body as she desperately tries to find a place for them.
You pull away taking your top off revealing the tank top you were wearing underneath. You grab her top and look at her for permission. She nods and you proceed to take it off. "Come here." You pull her into your lap and continue to kiss her.
"I've never done this before… w-with a woman." She says.
You smile, "That's okay. You are in charge all day. Let me take care of you for the night." You slip your hand under her shirt and bra and pinch her nipples between your fingers. She whines at the sensation and holds your shoulder, "I'm going to take care of you all night long."
With your other hand you slide it into her pants just over her underwear. Gently you rub over the cotton fabric, "Your panties are wet already." You tut, "How did that happen?"
Dana moans as she rubs against your fingers, "It was your story."
"You heard all of it didn't you. How I fucked that girl. You liked it didn't you?" You purr, "Did you imagine me doing it to you?"
"Yes," She confesses, "I was imagining you doing it to me. Your hands on my body just like this."
"How sweet." You smile up at her as she grinds against your fingers. You move your fingers and slip your hand under her panties and over her clit. You hum as you feel her wet pussy. You rub circles on her clit as your other hand pushes up her shirt.
She takes the hint and lifts it over her shirt and unlatches her brow. You lick your lips before latching your mouth on one of her nipples, sucking on it. Dana moans and rocks her hips against your hand. Her hands rest on your shoulders as she feels your fingers move past her clit.
You look into her eyes and she nods, giving you permission. She moans as she feels two of your fingers slide into her pussy's entrance. She throws her head back and pants. Her hips moving uncontrollably as she whimpers for more friction.
"Easy, cowgirl." You chuckle, "We are just getting started." You movement is slow and attentive. You hold her hip with your free hand as you finger her. Her eyes are screwed shut as she focuses on her pleasure. Her moans were so sweet sounding.
You feel the walls of her pussy clench around your fingers as you stroke her insides. Your fingers curl and twist as your thumb presses against her clit. "God, I could listen to your moans all day." You smile and kiss between her breasts.
Her brows knit together as she continues to ride your fingers. "Oh god~! F-fuck, Dollface."
You grin as you hear the nickname, "Doesn't that feel good? This is what you've been missing. You're dripping now. Are you close?"
She simply nods as her hips roll and stutter. You pick up your pace and focus on her clit, sending her over the edge. Her hips jerk as she cums still riding your fingers.
You pull them out and raise them to her lips. She sucks on your fingers until you remove them and put them in your mouth. You hum in delight and swipe her pussy juices on your lips before licking them.
"You taste so good~" You smile up at her. Dana leans down and captures your lips into a kiss. She moans into you mouth as your tongues slide against each other.
Then, Dana moves off your lap and undresses. You watch in awe as she sashays to your bedroom door. You stand up and follow her to bed. She lays down in the center of your bed and watches you undress in the middle of your room.
She spreads her legs and rubs her clit as she watches. You crawl between her legs and take her wrist in your hand. You suck on her fingers before kissing and sucking on her clit. You lap at her folds, teasing her entrance with your tongue. She arches her back and grinds against your face.
You grind against your mattress as you eat her pussy. It felt like you were in heaven between her legs. Her sweet juices melt against your tongue. Every time you touch her sensitive clit, her legs twitch and her thighs squeeze against your head.
You trail back up her body to be face to face with her. You roll your hips, pressing your clit against hers. "Oh Dana, I always dreamed of this." You whisper.
"Yeah right. You could have any pretty girl you want." She pants.
"You're a pretty girl, Dana." You moan, "What do I have to do to convince you? Is fucking not enough? Should I beg?"
You make a pouty face before beginning to babble, "You're so pretty, Dana. I love how sexy you look right now. I don't know if I can hold on much longer. You're body nicely pressed up against mine. Make me cum, Dana. Rub your clit against mine and make me feel good. Touch me, rub me, finger fuck me please."
Dana shudders as you beg. You kiss down her neck to her chest and you start to suck on her nipples. You tease her nipples by swirling your tongue around them and suck. You move from nipple to nipple spreading your spit across her chest.
Dana takes a breath before moving her hand between your two bodies and rubbing her finger on your clit. You suck in a breath in surprise and smile, "Yes~ Dana rub it just like that." You move beside her and hold her wrist to guide her motions.
You place your hand over hers and guide her fingers over your pussy. "Then you dip them in. Nice and slow." She does as you say and gets two knuckles deep with two fingers. "Just like that Dana."
Dana smiles at herself as she moves her fingers inside you. She's never done this to another woman before but she loved it. She loved the feeling of your pussy around her fingers; your clit under her thumb. Your sweet moans in her ear and oddly arousing sensation of your spit drying around her nipples. "I'm gonna cum~" You whine. She loved the way you sounded. She was getting aroused by your voice alone.
You reach over and stroke her clit too, like you read her mind. She throws her head back and thrusts her hips into your hand, "Oh~! OH~! AH~!" She shakes through her orgasm. You follow soon after thrusting into her fingers until you clench around them and rut your high till it dissipates.
When you two finally catch your breath you sit up and kiss Dana gently, "How was that?" You brush her hair to the side.
"That was the hardest I've ever cum in my life." She giggles. You smile and kiss her again.
"Good. You deserve it." You caress her face, "And if you're up for it, we can go for the third in the shower."
Dana chuckles, "I think two is enough for me. Just stay here and lay with me. Think you can do that, Ladykiller?"
"Yes, ma'am." You pull her into a spooning position and kiss the back of her shoulder.
As you two lay together, Dana finally remembers her husband but there isn't remorse. You made her feel such intense pleasure she doesn't feel guilt. There was no urgency to rush home. A bit of her never wanted to go back…
“I got a bad idea, how ‘bout we take a little bit of time away?”
Summary: Your mom invites her friend from high school and her family over for dinner. The only problem is that their daughter is your ex-best friend, and also the reason why your thoughts have been up keeping you up at night.
Content: bullying, gossiping, homophobia, a ton of internalized homophobia, angst, kissing, (3.8k)
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The various squeaks and misplaced notes of the Hawkins’ High School band could be heard echoing throughout the halls during 7th period- instruments clanging haphazardly, the faint tap of the band teachers baton against the podium, a low chatter sounding from the tuba players in the back row.
You were immersed amongst the instruments and raucous sound. You sat near the far right with the other flute players, including your two friends, Angelina and Kristen. The three of you were wearing your matching cheer uniforms.
“Alright everyone, let’s wrap it up for the day! The bell rings in 6 minutes!” Your teacher sounded from behind his podium. Around you, students began to disassemble their instruments. However, before your fingers could work to undo the clasp on your flute case, you froze as you heard your friends’ secretive murmurs from beside you. The two girls were looking off to the far side of the band room, giggling and slapping each other's arm playfully now and then.
“What’s so funny?” You muse. Their eyes shoot up at you and they double over in laughter. At this point, they were attracting the attention of some other band members.
“We’re sorry! We’re sorry, it’s not you. It’s not you, it’s just-“ Kristen laughed, “-well, it’s her.” She pointed to where the two girls had just been looking before. Curiously, you turn your head to follow her finger. Your eyes scan several familiar faces before you pick up on the latest victim of your friend's judgment.
Robin Buckley was sat with the other french horn players, chatting with a few as she tucked loose sheets of music into a folder.
You had known Robin pretty well when the two of you were younger. Your moms had been on the cheer squad together when they attended Hawkins High, and their friendship had extended to their adult lives. Every month during your youth, you would accompany your mom to parks, coffee shops, bookstores, as she went to meet up with Melissa Buckley and her darling daughter. The friendship between the two of you was natural and light- a bond forged over, not only the forced proximity, but a shared love of marine animals and coloring books.
However, as the two of you grew older, the bond became frayed. When you joined the cheer squad in high school, the bond was snapped. Now, your weekends were filled with shopping at the mall with your new cheer friends, making eyes at whatever group of boys approached you. The memory of your friendship with Robin slowly faded away, neither of you making a clear effort to keep each other in your lives.
Your stomach twists. “What’s so funny about her?”
“You mean, besides the obvious?” Angelina snorts.
Kristen laughs. “She’s so fucking creepy. I had gym class with her before this, and she was- like- full on checking me out in the locker room.”
“Checking you out?” You echo, laughing slightly.
”It’s so gross. I was standing there in just my underwear, you know, getting changed, and I looked up and saw her already looking at me- at my tits.” Kristen spits out.
“There’s no way,” you say incredulously.
“And it’s not the first time! Okay? She always fucking looking at me.”
Next to her, Angelina starts giggling again. “She definitely has a big lesbian crush on you.”
Kristen grimaces. “Ew, don’t joke about that. That’s actually disgusting.”
Angelina resumes laughing and soon enough, Kristen joins in. They resume talking in hushed tones, sporadically pointing to Robin and looking at her with a hint of disdain in their eyes.
You had heard rumors about Robin before, from your other cheer friends. They all seemed convinced that Robin was in love with them- checking them out, staring at them, lusting after them. The worst part was that after hearing the same thing being said about her for years, you started to believe it.
“They should put her in a separate locker room- you know, for our safety.” You said, joining in on your friends laughter.
The sound of a chair scraping harshly against the floor startles you. You look up to see Robin, who was looking between you and your friends. With a scoff, she turns on her heel and walks quickly out of the room. But, your eyes don’t miss the stray tears falling from hers.
“Oh, thank God she left.” Kristen scoffs.
Your face is fully flushed as you hear the bell ring, signaling the end of 7th period. Secretively, you glance back up to where Robin once was. Your stomach plummets- a mixture of guilt and something you couldn’t quite put your finger on gnawing on the lining of your stomach.
“Hey, we’re still on for tonight, right?” Kristen says as she slings her backpack over her shoulder.
Your eyes dart back to Kristen at the sound of her voice.
“The sleepover! Right, yeah. You guys can come over at seven.”
“Cool, see you tonight.” Angelina says as the two girls retreat out of the room, leaving you ruminating on their words.
When you get home from school that day, you are immediately met with the scent of garlic wafting out from the kitchen. Curiously, you follow the scent and see your mother by the stove, dropping a handful of rosemary into a cooking pot. Your mother looks up from the dish as she hears your footsteps in the kitchen.
“Oh, hey baby! How was school?” She says.
You eye the pot for another second before turning your attention to her. “It was okay. Not too crazy.” You pause for a second. “What are you making?”
“Well, we’re going to be having some people over for dinner tonight. Thought I might try a new recipe.” She shrugs.
“Dinner? Tonight? Mom, my friends are sleeping over tonight!” You huff. “Who’d you invite anyways?”
“The Buckley’s! You remember them, right? You used to love hanging out with their daughter.”
Your eyes widen. “You invited the Buckley’s over? Mom, why?”
“I ran into Melissa at the post office today! We haven’t seen each other in a while, so I invited her family over. God, I missed her.” Your mother smiles as she turns a page in an open cookbook.
“Is it just her and Richard coming over?” You ask hopefully.
“She said she’d see if Robin wanted to come over. Isn’t that great? It’ll give you two girls a chance to catch up!”
“No, Mom-“ you sigh, “-my friends, they hate her. They’re not going to want her here.” For a moment, you remember what transpired in the band room earlier today- the dirty looks, the accusations, the pure disgust at her presence.
”Well, that’s not a very nice thing to say.” Your mom replies. “Your friends can come over another night then, sweetie.”
You groan. “We’ve been planning this all week, Mom! I can’t cancel on them now.”
“I don’t know what to tell you! The Buckley’s are coming over and that’s final. Go get ready, they’re coming over around five.”
Meanwhile, across town Melissa Buckley was just returning home from her day of errands. Her daughter, Robin, was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, trying to erase the events of the day from her mind. She was flicking through the channels on the TV before groaning at the lack of entertainment.
“Rob! You’re never going to guess who I ran into at the post office today.” She called out from the kitchen.
Robin sat up from the position she was lying in. “Who?”
“You remember my friend Linda? The one from high school?” She asked. Robin paused for a moment, scrolling through the archives of her memory. When it hit her, her stomach sank.
Your face immediately appeared in her mind- pretty, popular, distant. The memory of the friendship the two of you had shared in middle school was burned into her mind- movie nights in your basement, going trick-or-treating in matching costumes, splashing around in the Hawkins community pool. Life was simpler back then, brighter. But, time had changed you. High school had changed you.
She briefly thought back to what had happened at school earlier; what she heard in the band room- the words that spilled from your mouth. The grief washed over her again and she felt her stomach ache.
“Y-yeah,” Robin said hesitantly.
“Well, she invited us over for dinner tonight around five. You’re not busy, are you?”
“Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Robin replied. “I don’t think they’d want me over there.”
“Don’t be silly! Linda adores you! She was just asking about you at the post office.”
“No it’s not her,” Robin huffs, rubbing her face.
“Oh, is it that daughter of theirs? What ever happened to you two anyways? You used to be so close.”
Robin couldn’t pinpoint when the two of you stopped being friends. It was probably an accumulation of things, she thought- your new, popular friends, differing schedules, simply growing apart. You fell into step with those girls at school and never looked back. All she really knew was that you didn’t have the same opinion of her that you used to, and that killed her.
“She does not want me there! I can promise you that.”
“Just come, sweetie. At least come to see Linda, she misses you.” Melissa says pleadingly.
Robin flops back down onto the couch and stares at the ceiling. The memory of today was still swimming in her head, shattering her spirit every time she thought of it for too long. Part of her did want to go- just to be in your orbit, your space. She was always curious about the person you were becoming, if you were truly turning into a cheerleading bimbo.
Not to mention, there was a mystery surrounding you that she was dying to indulge in.
This dinner would give her a reason to indulge.
“Sure, mom. I’ll go.”
The chicken and mashed potatoes on your plate sat untouched as you kept your gaze anywhere but Robin, who was sitting across from you at the dinner table. Your moms had been immersed in conversation ever since the Buckley’s showed up at your doorstep eighty five minutes ago. Your dads acted similarly, casually chatting in between bites of dinner.
When Robin first spotted you standing idly in the corner of the foyer as her family walked in, her heartbeat spiked. You looked so pretty in your denim skirt and white blouse. She felt her eyes drifting, trying to take as much of you in as she could: your manicured hands, dainty jewelry, glossy lips.
She hadn’t been in this foyer in years. Upon realizing this, she allowed her eyes to wander past you, to the walls of your home. They were painted a different, darker color. The family photo that hung just next to the staircase to the second floor was different. Instead, hung a picture of you beaming proudly in your cheer uniform.
And that’s when it hit her- again. The pain washed over her for the nth time that day.
How you sat there while your friends gossiped about her.
How you looked at her face without a hint of recognition sparkling in your eyes.
How you let her leave crestfallen, rushing to cry in a bathroom stall.
Suddenly, she started to feel sick.
When you first saw her walk into your foyer alongside her parents, your heart stopped. Part of you didn’t think she’d actually come, and you wouldn’t have blamed her if she didn’t. You and your friends had been awful to her. You watched silently as they made her into a caricature of sorts- someone to poke and prod at. Part of you felt guilty for letting them speak like that to your childhood friend. But then, you remembered that she wasn’t the same girl you used to know and love. She did it to herself. She was turning into a spectacle, an outlier. Nobody in their right mind would choose to associate with someone like that.
Suddenly, you started to feel sick.
Then you felt someone, your mother, nudging at your side. You look up at her and she’s motioning across the table.
“Melissa asked you a question, honey.” Your mom said kindly.
Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed. “Oh. Sorry, I was distracted.”
”Is everything alright, dear?” Melissa asks you.
Your mom wraps an arm around you, rubbing your right arm. “Oh, she’s just a little bummed because she had to reschedule her sleepover.”
“No, I’m okay. I’m fine!” You reassure Melissa, not wanting it to sound like she was intruding on your time.
“A sleepover? That sounds like fun, sorry you had a change of plans,” Melissa says. “Hey, I have an idea- why don’t you have a sleepover with Robin? That could be fun, give you two girls a chance to catch up.”
Robin chokes on her club soda from across the dining room table.
“Oh, I don’t kno-“ you start to say, before your mom cuts you off.
“That sounds like a great idea! This way you can still get your sleepover,” your Mom beams. “Oh, I miss when you girls would hang out.”
“Weren’t they cute, Linda? Always asking to have each other over?” Melissa asked your mom. You steal a glance over at Robin, and she’s already looking at you.
“We’ll clean up these plates. You two girls run upstairs! Sweetie, get Robin a pair of pajamas to sleep in.” Your mom nudges you again before disappearing into the kitchen with Melissa and your dads trailing behind her.
You give another look to Robin, who’s now staring down at where her plate once was, seething.
You sigh. “My uhm, my room’s upstairs.”
When Robin walks into your room, the first thing she thinks is that it looks completely different.
Your bed was decked out in frilly pink pillows and sheets; she could barely make out where you slept under all of the decorative pillows you had. The decorations and posters that littered your room were incredibly chic and feminine. Everything felt purposeful and neat. This was nothing like the animal-obsessed rugrat she knew as a kid.
You appeared from your closet holding out a pair of purple polka dotted pajamas. “You can wear these,” you say, politely offering them to her.
Robin looks from the pajamas back to you. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Look, I’m not staying over. That’s ridiculous.” She looks at the alarm clock next to your bed. “It’s not too late, you can still have your real friends over.”
Your arms fall along with your face. “That’s not- I’m fine with you sleeping over.”
“Oh, really? I wouldn’t want to disgust you.” She says curtly. “Are you sure you don’t want me in a separate room? You know, for your safety?”
Your heart stutters.
“Oh,” you say dumbly, “You heard them?”
“Don’t play dumb. How could I not? They were pointing at me, laughing at me.” She pauses. “And you just sat there.”
Your eyes drop to your carpeted floor, ashamed.
“Look, I know we’re not exactly friends anymore. But, how could you let them talk about me like that? How could you talk about me like that?” Robin says with a hint of hurt in her voice.
“Well,” you say, “why were you looking at her in the first place?”
The minute the words leave your mouth you regret it. You watch as Robin’s face quickly fades from pained to angered.
“You can’t be fucking serious?”
“I don’t know! You made her uncomfortable.”
“I don’t even remember looking at her. I didn’t even know she was in my gym class.” Robin starts pacing around your room. “Do you really think they should have a separate locker room for me? Like I’m, what, some kind of fucking zoo animal?”
“I don’t know!” You say almost immediately. “They were just freaked out by the whole thing.”
She scoffs. “Do I freak you out?”
“Look, all I know is what Kristen said. That you were staring at her ti-“
“I don’t care about them!” She replies. “It’s you. You agreed with them. You laughed with them.”
“I was trying to comfort my friend! Okay? I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Your face feels hot under her gaze.
“No. No, I know what you were thinking.” She huffs. “How could I ever have been friends with a freak like that?”
“You’re not a freak, Robin.”
“Well, I certainly felt like one! Fucking- crying in the bathroom,” she starts choking on her words, “I felt so pathetic. So disgusting. Dirty.”
The room stills. Downstairs, the sound of laughter fills the house. Glasses clinking. Friends embracing. Feet shuffling.
“Robin, honey! Me and your father are heading out!” Melissa calls from downstairs. Robin takes one last cold look at you and moves towards the door.
“I’m leaving with them,” she says to you.
In a panic to make things right, you reach out and wrap your hand around her wrist, spinning her around.
“Robin, please don’t go. Please don’t leave.” She looks down to where your hand is touching her skin. Neither of you move away.
“They have these- notions- about you, Robin. I don't know what to do with them.”
“Don’t you care about me? At all? Or are you so blinded by whatever lies they’ve been feeding you.”
“Robin, I was scared. I was scared of what they would say about me if I stood up for you. I know it’s stupid. I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. I can’t help it.”
“What could they say about you?” Robin says softly. “You’re perfect. You’re untouchable.”
You shake your head softly. “No, I’m not- there’s-“ You can’t bring yourself to say it.
Robin clocks it immediately- the way your body goes rigid, the way your breathing gets shallow.
“What? What is it? Would they call you a crazy lesbian just like me?” She says brazenly. “Does it really bother you that badly? What they might think of you?” Robin mutters.
Your eyes look up at her, glazed over with tears. Her wrist had gone limp in your hands, which makes you realize that you’re simply clinging onto her.
“It probably wouldn’t bother you unless you were actually disgusted by the idea of being one, or…” She freezes.
Your hand slides up her arm, resting gently on her bicep. You can’t even bring yourself to look at her face.
“It’s not right,” you mutter, “It’s not normal.”
“Don’t say that,” she says softly.
“They’re fucking right, Robin. It’s not normal. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Forget about everyone else.” You can feel her breath on the side of your face, her eyes on you.
“I can’t. They’re my friends, Robin.”
“That doesn’t mean they know anything. That doesn’t mean they know what’s right for you.”
You sigh exasperated. “I don’t even know what’s right for me! But, it can’t be- it can’t be that.”
Your fingers comb harshly through the roots of your hair.
“Y-you make me feel confused,” you admit, “I have all these- bad ideas.”
“Tell me about them,” Robin pleads.
“No. No, I’m not going to end up like you.” You spit with venom.
“Jesus, what do you want? Fucking forget about your friends for one goddamn second! They’re morons!”
You huff. “You’re confusing me. You know what? Maybe you should go.”
“No way. That’s out of the question.”
“Just go! Leave!”
“You don’t want that.” Robin says softly.
“I do! You’re- you’re messing with my head.”
Her short hair tickles your cheekbone. Her scent overwhelms your senses. Her body heat warms your skin.
“You’re still touching me.” She mutters, looking at your hand still clutching onto her muscle. “If you were really that disgusted with me you wouldn’t be clinging onto me like I’m the only thing that makes any sense to you.”
“Stop it! You’re messing with my head.”
“Nobody’s putting those bad ideas in your head but you. It’s coming from you. Why can’t you see that?”
“I’m not a lesbian.” You state. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
The sound of your panting fills the room.
“I- can’t like girls.” You look down at her lips.
“What’s so wrong about it?”
“It’s not n-“
“-Normal, I get it.” Robin finishes. “Forget about everyone else for a second, please. It’s just me and you here. Nobody can see us.”
“ ‘s all so confusing.” You mutter hopelessly, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “What are they going to say about me? Think about me?”
“You can’t live your life for other people. Think about yourself for a minute. What do you want?”
“Just-“
With your hand still rooted onto her bicep, you slowly lean in, testing how the distance makes you feel. From here, you can see the freckles that litter her face and the stray eyelash that was resting on her cheekbone. Her breath warms your face.
It doesn’t feel as alarming as you had anticipated. Sure, your heart was pounding ruthlessly, but it was kind of intoxicating. There was a certain rush that came from being this close to a girl. You leaned in, chasing the feeling.
And in the privacy of your bedroom, you placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
Robin’s body freezes, but her eyes shutter close at the contact. So, you continue.
Parting your lips slightly, you lock them against hers, pressing gently against the soft skin of her lips.
Your stomach erupts in butterflies as she sighs softly against you. She starts moving her lips against yours- pulling, pressing- driving you crazy.
When you pull back from the kiss, you miss the way her lips chase yours for the contact. Your eyes open simultaneously. She scans your face for emotion, but can’t get a read on you. Meanwhile, you’re sorting through a million different emotions in your own head- contentment, lust, confusion.
“Was that okay?” You ask quietly. Robin takes a strand of your hair in her hand, twirling it gently. She hums in contentment.
“I just- wanted to try that.” You confess.
Her eyes narrow down on you. “Was that one of your bad ideas?”
You look back up at her before nodding slightly.
“And?” She asks. “Was that okay for you?”
You hold your face in your hands, hiding yourself from her. “I- liked it.”
“Wasn’t disgusting?” She taunts.
“Really fucking not.”
Robin smiles down at you before crouching down to grasp the purple polka dotted pajamas you must have dropped at some point. She wants to be cautious about her next step, not to push you away from whatever epiphany you were having right now. But, selfishly she asks, “Will you kiss me like that again if I sleepover?”
You tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth. “I might.”
“Then I-“ she says, “-I will go put these on. Okay?”
“Yeah,” you mutter. Robin nods curtly at you before turning around towards the door.
Meanwhile, you stare fondly at the back of her head as she disappears into the hallway.
