*I've been rewatching Orange is the New Black and I forgot how in love with Nicky I am. So here is Nicky one shot I've been thinking about. There may be more of these. Saddle up, cause this is a long one.*
Say You're Mine
Nicky Nichols x Reader
Warnings: cursing, 18+, fingering, oral, jealousy
When you were sentenced and sent to Litchfield, you promised yourself that you would keep your head down and do your time. You met Nicky and became best friends, but still kept your promise to yourself. You wouldn't let yourself get involved with anyone and soon became a prize to win. Boo and Nicky decide to see who can get you first during their competition to see who can sleep with the most girls after Boo finds Nicky's sex diary.
You have been at Litchfield for a year now and you have one year left on your sentence. You told yourself when you got sentenced that you would come in, do your time, and go back to your life. You didn't want to get in any trouble or attach yourself to anyone, and you definitely weren't going to get physically involved. You've kept most of that promise to yourself so far. Most, not all. You have become attached to one red haired junkie in particular, though. Nicky Nichols. She became someone you leaned on for everything. She made this place feel normal.
"Hey, beautiful." You hear a familiar raspy voice from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts, and look from your eggs to see Nicky taking a seat next to you, breakfast tray in hand.
"Hey," you smile and bump her elbow with your own.
"Nicky, great you're here. Y/N wasn't being helpful, and I need you to tell me which dress you like better." Morello slaps a bridal magazine on the table in front of the two of you, pointing to a large, puffy wedding dress. Nicky rolls her eyes and you can't help but crack a smile.
"Morella, I love you, but it's too fucking early for this shit. Can I just eat my eggs in peace," Nicky says as she takes a mouthful of just that.
"Alright, fine," Morello pulls away the magazine and continues flipping through the pages.
"Hey, Y/N. You look pretty this morning." You look to your left to see Big Boo sliding in next to you.
"Morning, thanks Boo," you say and smile at her.
"How'd you sleep, princess," she asks and rests her chin in her hand, looking at you. You furrow your brows together. She is being weirder than usual. Boo has made attempts in the past to get with you, but this is off.
"Fine. Are you okay," you question and she offers an awkward laugh.
"I'm great, especially now that I'm here. I see you finished your eggs. Did you want any of mine?" She slides her tray closer to you.
"No, thanks though. You sure you're good?"
"I'm wonderful. You know," she begins, but pauses to brush a strand of hair over your shoulder. "I'd be even better if you'd sit next to me at the movies tonight." Her smile grows and she raises a brow in question. You hear Nicky scoff from behind you.
"Could you be any more desperate," Nicky calls from over your shoulder, and you turn to see her face slightly red. Her brows knitted together in annoyance.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Nichols," Boo says in a sweet voice.
"Um, sure Boo. I'll sit with you." You smile and give her a nod. You hear Nicky scoff again. You wonder why Nicky is so bothered by this. So many questions are running through your head about both of their behaviors this morning.
"Great, let me know your favorite snacks and I'll make sure to pick some up from commissary for you," she says and rubs your shoulder. You look down at her hand, then back at her, with a confused expression.
"Oh, okay, thanks. I'll do that," you nod and she grabs her tray, leaving the table.
"What the fuck? We always sit together for movie night," Nicky exclaims with a frustrated tone.
"Well, she asked and I didn't want to be rude. Why do you care so much, anyways?"
"I don't. Just forget it." Nicky rolls her eyes and continues eating her breakfast.
"Hey, you can sit with us."
"No thanks." She shakes her head and you look to Morello, who gives us a confused shrug. Breakfast continues without another word from Nicky.
***
You are sitting in your bed, reading a book when you feel the mattress sink next to you. You look to see the familiar mane of red hair. You look back to your book, trying to seem as though you are unbothered by her presence. In reality, you are still incredibly annoyed with her because of her behavior this morning.
"What's going on in your book," she asks, knowing how much you love to talk about your current read. You always go into great depth about your books, and even though you end up spoiling it for Nicky every time, she loves how excited you get when you talk about it.
"Nothing," you say and continue reading. She lays her head on your shoulder and your stomach tightens.
"Come on, I know you want to tell me all about it." She nudges you slightly. You don't say anything and she lets of a breath. "Are you mad at me from this morning?" You stand your ground and try to continue to focus on the words on the page. You feel her getting closer until her lips are almost touching your ear. "You know you can't stay mad at me," she whispers, and her warm breath sends shivers through your whole body. You force yourself to keep your composure, but then you feel hands on your ribs. She begins tickling you and you squeal, throwing your book down.
"Stop," you scream through your laughter and fall onto your bed. She crawls on top of you and continues attacking you. You can't help but laugh and scream, pleading for her to stop in between sharp breaths.
"Are you still mad at me," she asks through her own laughter.
"No! No," you screech and suddenly the torture stops. You open your eyes to see her hovering over you. Her hands are on either side of your head, her frizzy locks are a curtain over both of your faces. She has a lazy smile on her face, and you can only assume it matches your own.
"I'm sorry for being a bitch this morning," she says, and moves a piece of hair off of your forehead and behind your ear. Her finger traces the shape of your lobe. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin. You sit in comfortable silence for a moment. You are still catching your breath while you admire her beautiful face. Her finger moves from your ear, to your jawline, up to your bottom lip. She is watching her thumb trace the shape of your face. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and the action makes your chest tighten. You can't help but admit that Nicky does something to you. You push down those feelings and avoid it as much as possible. She does make it hard for you, though. She is never this affectionate, but flirting is common for her. You never let yourself take it seriously. You know her track record and about her sex diary. You found it one day on accident and snooped. You didn't see your name in there, thankfully, but sex is a sport to her. In here, it's a good distraction for most. It's a way to cope. It's hard being alone and never having physical touch. Even you can admit that you struggle with it. Some days it becomes almost unbearable to not want it, but it only leads to trouble. You have seen too many broken hearts or drama start from prison relationships. You don't need that, especially not when you'll be stuck with that person the rest of your sentence.
"Get off of her inmate," you hear someone yell behind you, making you both jump. You look to see Bell standing at the edge of your cube. Nicky rolls her eyes and moves off of you, sitting next to you on the bed. Bell continues on her way down the isle.
"You shouldn't go to the movie with Boo," Nicky says. You stitch your brows and look at her.
"Why," you question.
"Well, she's clearly trying to fuck you."
"Yeah, and that bothers you," you smirk and she gives you an annoyed look, but doesn't respond. "Come on, Nicky. You know I don't play that game. Even if I did, why would you care who I fuck," you raise your brows in wait for an answer.
"Because Boo is a slut. She fucks anything that moves." She crosses her arms over her chest.
"Oh what, and you don't? I've seen your fingers in five different girls' pussies just this week. You're not any better. You and Boo are the same with your pussy competition. Who's winning that by the way," you laugh. "At least Boo doesn't keep a bang book." You roll your eyes. Boo and her have this ridiculous competition going on to see who can fuck the most girls. Nicky shoves you and you shove her back. She does it again and this causes a play fight to break out between the two of you. You are both laughing as you push each other, until Nicky grabs both of your wrists. She pulls you close to her, so your faces are only inches away. She has that famous smirk of her lips and you try hard to keep your smile at bay. Her gaze moves from your eyes to your mouth and back again. You could cut the sexual tension in the cube with a knife. You feel butterflies fighting to erupt inside you. She leans in closer and closer until your lips are brushing against one another, just a whisper of a kiss, as if Nicky is asking for permission. Your breath hitches and your head is screaming for you to stop, but your body is pleading for more. Ultimately your body wins the internal battle as you push your fingers into her mane and pull her into you. Your lips meet and her hands find your waist, squeezing slightly. Your lips melt together as one entity as you kiss. She inevitably pulls away for air and you find yourself missing her lips, already.
"You want to go to the chapel," she asks as she bites her bottom lip. Sex. That's all she wants. You can't deny that you want that too, more than you ever have while being in here at this moment, if you're being honest with yourself. You can't, you won't. If she can make you feel like this from kissing, then sex is just going to make you addicted and you don't need that.
"No, I don't. I'm sorry, Nicky." You rub your thumb over her cheek before pulling you hands into your lap. She pulls her lips into a thin line.
"Right, you don't play that game," she huffs before exiting your cube.
***
The room is dark and the only sound filling the room is the munching of snacks and eruption of laughter every once in a while. You are focused on the movie as you share a knitted blanket with Boo while you enjoy the Snickers she got you from commissary. Nicky is sitting on the other side of you, arms crossed, and every so often making a side eye at you and Boo. You feel Boo's hand move to your knee and rest there. You make note of it, but ignore it as you continue to watch the movie. Eventually that hand starts to run higher up your thigh. You put your hand on top of hers to stop it in place. In your peripheral, you see Nicky shift next to you. You move you hand back to where it was. After a while, Boo's hand starts to explore your thigh again, getting closer to the inside. You shift and stop her hand once again. You look at her, and her gaze meets yours, giving you a wink.
"You look sexy. No one will see," she whispers to you.
"Boo, I-"
"Would you guys shut the fuck up. I can't focus on the movie," Nicky leans over and joins the conversation.
"Hey, Nichols, why don't you mind your own fucking business and quit with the cliterference."
"Why don't you keep your hands to yourself," Nicky retorts.
"I don't cock block your efforts, so how about you show some respect and don't do it to mine. You had your chance. You're going to lose, so deal with it." You take in the back and forth arguing between them and finally it hits you. The competition. The fucking competition. That explains their behavior. You're the target. Your blood beings to boil as you realize that they are competing to see who can fuck you first. You told Nicky when you first heard about this stupid bet that you would not be apart of it. She promised that you would not be involved in this. You can't believe that she really let Boo place bet on you.
"Shut the fuck up, Boo," Nicky spats.
"Why don't both of you shut the fuck up? I can't believe you. Me? You made me your fucking competition. Fuck both of you." You throw the blanket at Boo and rip your ear bud out, rushing out of the room. You can't believe Nicky. The flirting, affection, attitude, the kiss were all for this fucking competition. You are not some prize to be won. You are not some piece of meat. You make your way through the halls until you push open the doors to the chapel. You sit on a pew and put your head in your hands. You do your best to fight back the tears that want to escape. You will not let her make you cry. You feel like such an idiot. How could you let her kiss you? How could you let her get to you and make you feel something for her? You know Nicky, maybe better than anyone in here. You know that she can never be serious. She will never let herself feel for someone. It's all just physical, all for her own benefit. After the kiss, she was mad at you for rejecting her, like it hurt her feelings. What bullshit.
"Y/N?" A cracked and raspy voice comes from behind you. The sound of it alone makes you want to explode. It makes you want to scream. "Y/N, I'm so sorry."
"Fuck you, Nichols. Leave me alone." You shake your head, refusing to look at her. More in fear that you will cry than anything else. You hear her sit down next to you. You feel her hand touch your shoulder and you smack it off of you in an instant. "Don't you dare touch me," you say, rage dripping off of every word. Seeing her deep brown eyes makes your heart crack. Your restraint is falters as a single tear escapes. You see Nicky's bottom lip quiver. "Don't start fucking crying. You have no right." you shove her chest and she looks down at her lap. "You have no fucking right," you say louder, pushing her chest again. All she does is take it. "You're a horrible person, you know that?" She still doesn't say anything. "I trusted you. I told you not to involve me in this shit! I trusted you, and you tried to use me!" The anger in you begins to grow and the tears are falling freely now. The more you say, the more angry you get. The more you want to take it out on her. "You're supposed to be my friend! I'm not just some other bitch for you to fuck and dump!" Your palm meets her chest again. "I'm not nothing! I'm not just another conquest!" As your hand is about to meet her again, she grabs your wrist, finally making eye contact with you. Tears are running down her cheeks.
"I don't think that," she yells. "Fuck, I've never thought that." The sentence is barely above a whisper.
"Really, because it sure seems like you do."
"Well I don't." Her voice is sharp. She looks away again, not able to meet your gaze. "Boo wanted to make you competition. I told her no, but she was going to try either way. She said that whoever got you would win. She was fucking set on you. I couldn't..." Her voice trails off.
"You couldn't what?"
"I couldn't stand the idea of you with someone! Someone that's not me!" You breath catches in your throat at those words. More tears slips down her face and the sight makes you hurt. Nicky would never let someone know how much she truly cares. She's said it herself multiple times. She has commitment issues and a fucked up idea of love because of her mom, but here and now, she's admitting it to you. As much as you love hearing that sentence, it also infuriates you.
"Nicky, you're so fucking confusing! You can fuck every girl here, but the minute someone might have an opportunity with me, it's not okay? That's some twisted shit. You know that right," you ask and she offers a sad laugh.
"I never said I wasn't fucked up. I'm sorry, babe," She gives a smile that doesn't meet her eyes as she brings her hand to your cheek, wiping away the left over tears. You can't help but lean into her touch. It is silent for a moment, while you both let your emotions settle. Finally you break it.
"So, you really can't stand to see me with anyone but you? That sounds like a confession."
"Well, we are in a chapel. You're supposed to confess, right?" Her hand moves from your face to your neck.
"So, confess then, Nichols," you lean in closer to her. She lets out a breathy laugh.
"I confess that I want you so fucking bad, all the time, and not just sexually. Even though I do think about that quiet a lot." There she goes, biting her damn bottom lip. Her hand trails down your shoulder, to your arm, then to your thigh. You take in a deep breath, trying to settle the bundle of nerves building in your stomach. "I confess that I think about you day and night. That I love the way you rant about your books, the way you smile, the way you say my name." Her fingers play with the hem of your pants before she slides her fingers under them and into your panties. She runs her fingers over your lips and you visibly shiver, making her smile. Her index finger finds you clit and she rubs small circles. "I confess that I touch myself to the thought of you," she whispers in your ear, before taking your lobe between her teeth. You let out a small whimper.
"Nicky," you moan as the her movement on your core picks up speed.
"I love when you say my name, baby." Your eyes flutter shut and your head falls back when she plunges those fingers into you. You let out a loud moan and feel her move. You open your eyes when her fingers pull out of you. You see her now on her knees in front of you. She grabs either side of your pants and tugs, indicating for you to lift. She pulls your pants off frantically before grabbing your bare hips, and pulling you to the edge of the pew. She throws your legs over her shoulders, wrapping her arms around your thighs, and grips tight to hold you in place. "Fuck, I've thought about the way you taste for so long," she groans and rolls her eyes seductively before bowing her head to meet your throbbing center. You feel her tongue flick up and your head instantly falls back, mouth dropping open. She buries her face into you, her tongue running up and down in fast motions, before stopping at your clit and taking it between her teeth. She gently rubs it between her teeth while sucking, forcing you to let out a loud scream. "As much as I'd love to make you scream, you need to be quiet for me, baby." You nod and she smiles, kissing your inner thigh. "That's my girl," she praises before moving her face back to your now soaking pussy. Her tongue shoves inside you and you gasp.
"Fuck, Nicky," you moan as quietly as your body will allow. As she continues to lick you up and down, exploring every inch of your flower, her hand reaches up to squeeze your breast. She then pulls away.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," she demands, standing up. You obey, pulling your shirts off, and then your bra. You're now bare and suddenly feel self conscious. You move your arms over your breasts and stomach. Nicky grabs your arms, pulling them off of you. "Don't hide from me. You're fucking perfect."
"Take your clothes off," you say, nodding your head toward her attire and she smirks. She pulls her work boots off before peeling off her uniform. She is now standing in front of you, naked and beautiful. You lick your lips and the sight of her.
"Fuck, the way you're looking at me makes me so wet," she moans and grabs your arm. She pulls you onto the stage and behind the podium. She sets you inside the large hollow middle of the podium, hidden away from anyone that may come in. She latches onto your neck and begins to suck hard. You groan as your fingers find her center. You play softly with her folds before sliding your fingers inside her. She is so wet and so warm. She moans and follows your actions by sliding her fingers inside you, while her other hand is placed above your head on the podium, propping her up. You both finger each other and she rests her forehead on yours. Her hair sticks to her the sides of her face from sweat and you know yours is doing the same. You both pick up pace and are plunging your fingers into one another. You are both a mess of moans as you stare into each other's eyes. She has a lazy smile on her lips and she brings her thumb to your clit. Her thumb rubs hard circles on your clit as her index and middle finger pump into you.
"Oh my god, Nicky," you say as your eyes close. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches you being to unfold. "Nicky, fuck," you say her name again, your moans getting louder. Your fingers are still pumping in and out of her and she moans. You take your other hand and being to rub her clit.
"Say my name again, baby," you moans out. The command makes you more wet, if that is even possible.
"Nicky," you moan and her motions on your core become faster and harder.
"Fuck, you're mine, aren't you baby?" You bite your bottom lip and nod. "Say it. Say you're mine." You buck your hips against her hand. She is riding your fingers the same way you are hers.
"I'm yours, Nicky. Fuck, I'm yours." You meet her brown eyes. They are dark in a way you've never seen. They are hungry and determined.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
"Nicky, I'm about to..." You can't even finish your sentence from the tightening building in your stomach and you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel like you're about to explode from the pressure rising inside you.
"Me too, baby. I want you to look at me when you cum," she says and you open your eyes to meet hers again. Your legs being to shake wildly as you feel sweat roll between your breasts. You can't hold it any longer and you release. You scream as you stare deep into her eyes and allow the tension to release until you feel pure bliss. Once Nicky feels your cum now dripping down her hand, she pulls out of you and her hand grabs the other side of the podium, squeezing the wood as you finish her. Her eyes slam shut as her head falls back. You bring one of her nipples into your mouth and roll it between your teeth. A moan erupts from her lips as you feel her tighten around your fingers and then hot, wet cum soaks your hand. You pull out of her, making her shiver. She slumps down in front of you, resting her forehead against yours once again. She brings her fingers to her lips and sucks your juices off of them. The action makes your center twitch as you roll your eyes in pleasure of the sight before you.
"You are so fucking sexy," you say and pull her head to yours until your mouth meets. Your lips move in sink, still hungry for one another. She breaks the kiss and laughs as you rest your hand comfortably in her hair. "Tell me you're mine," you demand and she gives you a wide smile.
Maria hadn’t expected you to be home for another two hours, as she usually gets home first from a long day’s work. Today, though, must have been her lucky day coming home to a clean house, you in her favorite lingerie set, with dinner set and served on the dining room table. She notices you haven’t yet seen her. “Woah,” she mumbles low enough not to distract you from preparing the scene. “Beautiful.”
She couldn’t help but admire your effort. Something she appreciates about you – your enthusiasm through your efforts never fails to bring a smile to Maria’s face. Especially when you are in a form-fitting set of red lace that she picked out for you in Victoria’s Secret. You still remember how she never left her eyes from that set no matter how many times you’d both circled the store.
You go to pour the wine – the finishing touch to the meal – but are held by slowly creeping arms around you, accompanied by a soft kiss on your head. “Everything is beautiful, mami. What’s the occasion?”
You giggle at her words. “You are the occasion, querida. I got home early and decided you deserved an award for your hard work these few weeks. Don’t think I haven't noticed.”
You grin as kisses travel from your neck to your lips. “Te amo, mi amor,” you hum.
“Mucho, baby,” she breathes out. “Put down the glasses. I want to thank you.” Her voice sends shivers down your spine.
“Later.” You turn to peck her lips. “First, you need to eat this amazing meal I have cooked for us because I am starving.”
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“Dinner was amazing, baby,” she says. She grabs the plates from the table and places them in the sink.
“Thank you. Now,” you open the refrigerator, searching for something else. “What for dessert? There’s cheesecake, ice cream, oh, and there’s still leftover birthday cake from my cousin’s party.”
“I want you.” Her voice is low and sultry in your ear. Unquestionably forward. “You said later. I think it’s time. What do you think?” As she leaned in closer to you, you felt the bulge in her pants against your back. You gasped, not expecting her to be this prepared for you.
Not able to form words, you gulp. She moves your hair aside, attacking your neck, leaving love bites as she makes her way to your pulse point. You moaned at the sudden pain. “Bed… please,” you asked. “Maria.”
She tsked at her name. “You know that’s not what my name is. Not when you’re my toy.” She continued her attack, only going harder and more sporadic with her mouth.
“Please, Papi,” you whined.
You felt her grin against your skin. “Better,” she stated. She picked you up, placing you atop the kitchen island. Before you could say or do anything, her lips were attached to yours. The kiss wasn’t hard, as they normally were in this situation. Rather, it was soft. Gentle. She placed her hands on your cheeks, guiding your head through the kiss. When she detached from your lips, she looked into your eyes, the gentleness that had just left your lips was now evident in her eyes. “I take care of you tonight. Claro?”
You nod.
With that, her eyes grew dark. Her hands clasped to your legs, as they wrapped around her torso. Maria pulled you from the countertop, heading to the bedroom of your shared apartment. Your lips connected to her neck as she made her way to the bed. When you made it to the bedroom, she made no waste of time, dropping you on the bed. “I said it’s your night.”
“But, I want to touch you,” you whined. “I’m not selfish.”
She grabbed hold of your chin, pulling your head to look at her. “Sometimes you need to be selfish. Now,” she lowered herself so her face was near yours. You felt her breath against your skin. “Lay down. Spread your legs. Papi needs to see your pussy.”
You knew better than to disobey Maria when she was Papi.
You admit the nickname was used as a joke one day out with your friends, referring to Maria as your “Papi” when she lowered her voice, mocking a man who had asked for your number. You will never forget how Maria charged for you once the door closed when you came back that day.
Now, however, it was second nature when you were being fucked. Sometimes she’ll allow a slip-up, calling her by her name. Tonight, though, you don’t dare take the risk.
Maria groaned as she undressed herself. Her bulge grew bigger as she stroked herself, her eyes never leaving yours. At this point, your clit was throbbing. Maria noticed how your hands traveled around your chest. Every few seconds, your hands started to reach for your intimate, hoping for the stimulation you yearned for. “Maria,” you breathed out.
Maria grew closer. She towered over your body. Her hand drew itself hard against your pussy. “What did you just call me?”
“Please. I need you.”
Maria held her member, only pressing her tip against where you needed her most. This drew whines from your mouth. Much to her dismay, this satisfied you. Unlike the punishment she expected this to be. You moved your hips, hoping it would rush the process of her pounding into you. Her hands quickly latched onto your hips, pinning them down. Maria lowered her head, her lips close to your ear. “You call me by my name, or you won’t get anything. ¿Lo entiendes?”
Her teeth tugged at your earlobe. “Now what’s my name, princesa?”
You find a firm grab of her hair. Your voice wasn’t above a mumble. You wanted Maria to hear your frustration. “Papi, please. Fuck me.”
She kissed you. This kiss, much different from the one in the kitchen, was hard. Hungry. Greedy. Once she left your lips, she made sure to substitute that satisfaction with something much better: her cock. She rammed into you. No lubricant, other than the little contact with your juices against her tip. Your head fell back, and your back arched. Moans filled the room as her speed grew. She knew you wanted her. She needed to show you that she needed you.
“Que bonita. Sólo mía, mi amor,” she said. Her words never failed to send you over, this time especially. Maria knew this. How she could easily get you soaked just by her words. Her compliments. Her truth. You were hers. No one else’s. Her lips found your lips again, as she continued to thrust herself into you.
“Papi,” you whined. “Slower, please. I’m too close.”
Her smile grew. “It’s okay, mami. You can cum. We have all night.” Her hand traveled to your clit. Her fingers drew fast circles against the pulsating bud. Your mouth fell open as her pace only increased. “Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned. This was it. Her voice; her pace. Everything was perfect. Your body surged against the Latina. Your hands instinctively grabbed onto her arms, as they grabbed onto you. Maria kept up her thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm.
When she noticed your end, she slowed down until she came to a complete stop. Her lips made their way from your chest to your lips. “What do you need, baby? Break or more?”
You gathered your breath. “One more, Papi,” your voice was hoarse. “Your mouth, please.”
Maria smiled again. “Claro, mi amor.” She lowered herself, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your chest and torso. Her hands found home against your breasts. You arched into her touch, letting her know you needed more from her. “Así,” she purred. “Just like that.” Her mouth attached to each. Her tongue drew circles against your nipples. You moaned as her teeth rewarded you, biting down on each nipple. Your hands traveled to her hair, pulling every few seconds, showing your satisfaction. “Papi,” you moaned. “So good.”
Her mouth traveled down, leaving pecks until she found contact with your front. Her hands met your thighs, holding them apart. You moved your hips, successfully making contact with her lips. She continued her series of open-mouthed kisses, only now beginning them into your heat. Her tongue found a home in your folds, pushing into you as you ground into her. As her tongue continued into you, her nose made itself the friction against your clit. One of Maria’s hands moved slowly to replace her nose. You quickly took hold of her hand, however. “No,” you breathed out. Another gulp followed. “No fingers yet… Feels… so… good.”
Maria shifted in technique, showing affection to your clit with her tongue. Your hands tangled in her hair. You lifted your head, wanting to see her working on you. “Look at me.” She complied. Her dark eyes grew darker as she did. Her licks became sucks to your clit, which sent you into overdrive. Your moans grew louder, as did your grasp of her hair. “Fingers. Now!” you yelled.
She quickly plunged two digits into you, making sure to curl them into your G-spot. You pulled her hair, not harshly, but enough to get her attention. She continued her attack into you. You pulled her face to yours, connecting your mouths. Maria felt you tighten around her fingers, as she steadied her pace.
Without verbal warning, your body convulsed again. This high was longer than the last, and only matched the amount of juices that spilled from you. Maria discarded her digits from your core. She was quick to present them to you before you took them into your mouth. Your taste drew a moan from both Maria and yourself. “Good, baby,” she praised. “Very good.”
"Thank you, Papi," you whispered. "That was..."
"Perfect. Like you," she added. You both smiled as Maria brought herself closer to you at the head of the bed. She kissed your temple before looking into your eyes. "I love you."
Could I have a carmen Aziza fic where Yn is new to the prison and she always feels like someone’s staring at her and one day she catches carmen staring at her and gets really flustered then carmen starts flirting with her and becomes posessive over her then one day she drags Yn to the library and kisses her and basically confesses how she wants Yn all for herself
my love, mine all mine
my love mine all mine - mitski
word count: 5.9k
warnings: obsessive, possessive and protective behavior, flirting, kissing, toxic behavior, a bit of violence, threats, cursing, stalking, harry potter part 2 hate (I'm truly sorry)
summary: y/n is new to the prison and always feels like she is being watched. one night in the tv room, she turns around to the person who is watching her, only then realizing how gorgeous her observer is. they form a bond through several sets of events, slowly falling for each other. y/n slowly gets to know ouija's protective and possessive nature and at one birthday party of y/n's bunkmate, that behavior hits its peak. provocated by jealousy, frustration and confusing feelings, ouija makes a messy confession, explaining how she wants y/n all to herself
a/n: heyy, sorry that this took so long! I had a lot going on with school and writer's block so that I literally had no motivation to write. Anyway, I put a lot of work into this and I hope you like it (pls tell me what you think!!). I hope the flirting isn't too awkward, I'm still figuring out how to do that. I hope you enjoy and that I've done your idea justice. also this takes place in season 4
You were walking towards the entrance of Litchfield Penitentiary, the prison where you would be spending the next 3 years of your life. You had been charged with drug trafficking and distribution, all because some scared little snitch who didn't want to go to prison had ratted the whole cartel out. Even your drug lord was now facing a sentence of 9 years. 9 fucking years.
Your lawyer, who had defended you in trial, had been really shitty and literally just gave up on you. He didn't even try to make your sentence shorter, that sorry excuse of a man. Lazy fuck.
Morello, the weird Italian lady who drove you and some other people down to the prison, opened the gate and let you and the other new inmates inside. You couldn't believe you were now an "inmate", it was so weird to think of yourself that way.
"Welcome home everyone!", she exclaimed, giving you an encouraging smile.
You were lucky to get out of the cold van, it was January after all and since it had already snowed, the temperature had dropped down several degrees. So it was a relief to step into the warmer walls of the prison, not having to freeze your ass off in the snow.
The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the halls was how crowded it was. You were tempted to just turn around and run, trying to escape the stuffy air and suffocating feeling that was slowly spreading inside of you. Other inmates were constantly passing your little group, shooting you intimidating glances or smiling dangerously at you. You were uncomfortable, but not scared.
It just reminded you of the halls of your high school back then. Loud, uncomfortable and always overfilled. And god, the popular girls who used to bully you. To say the least, you were used to this.
Morello guided you through the prison, showing you where the commissary, bathrooms and everything else was. You were just passing the TV room, looking inside for a second when you made eye contact with a brown haired woman. The woman frowned at you, looking you up and down. You frowned back and kept walking, turning away from the door.
What the fuck was that?
You sighed and shook your head, telling yourself not to think too much of it. It had only been a small encounter, nothing too significant. At least not enough to get you in trouble. For now.
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You were shown to your dorm, where you occupied the bunk above a woman named Brandy Epps. It was obvious she was extremely racist, you even heard her discussing something about "white lives matter" or "white pride", which you took as a sign to stay the fuck away from her. She continued to make dirty comments about other inmates in the prison while you were busy making your bed.
You turned around to listen to her when you were done, staring at her in disgust and listening to the insults that were coming out of her mouth so easily. You shook your head in disbelief.
You must've been staring at her for too long as the woman turned around, obviously pissed off.
"You got some kind of problem?", she questioned threateningly, getting closer to where you were standing.
"No", you huffed, looking away. You really didn't want to start any trouble on your first day. Best to avoid tricky situations.
"Good. I see you staring like that again, we got a problem, you hear me?"
You sighed. You should've known people would have anger issues in here. That people would get aggressive over the smallest things, because they didn't have anything better to do. Because prison was a shithole and it was fucking tiring to simply just exist there. You certainly didn't want to end up like her, but you feared you were going to have no choice in the future.
"Sure."
Before she could say anything else, you made your way to the cafeteria for dinner.
Due to the prison's overcrowding, the blocks were divided up at each meal. You and your block ate with Cell Block C or the so-called "Spanish Harlem", as Morello had already explained to you.
With your plate of food in hand, you sat down at the end of some table and started eating. You were extremely hungry, exhausted from the stress of arriving in the prison.
Suddenly, you felt two pairs of eyes burn holes into your back and you just knew someone was staring at you. You forced yourself to not turn around, not wanting to start a fight on your first day. One never knew what could happen in prison, you might get jumped just because you sat in the wrong seat or stared at someone the wrong way, almost like it did with the racist bitch back in your dorm.
It made you uncomfortable but you focused on the disgusting brown liquid in front of you that was supposed to be "chili con carne", forcing it down your throat and hoping, no praying, that that person was going to leave you alone.
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The next few days you felt as if you were being watched the entire time, feeling that burning sensation in your back again. There wasn't a single moment where you didn't turn around every single second while walking to the showers or the cafeteria.
You were extremely paranoid.
But every time you did, there were always too many people in the halls to really make out someone who could be stalking you.
So you just kept on going about your day, minding your business.
Until you couldn't anymore.
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It was Friday night, which today should've been movie night, but it got canceled and now everyone was in a bad mood. It wasn't often that something nice like this happened and it was a good escape from the tiring everyday routine the inmates had in the prison. You got to watch cool movies, eat snacks from the commissary and chill with your friends.
Instead, you were now sitting in the tv room, just reading your book in a chair next to Morello, who had unfortunately forced you to come along.
"Come on, Y/N! I promise it'll be fun. You can bring your boring book, even though it is a TV room, meaning you go there to watch TV and not to…read. Usually. But I'm sure they'll make an exception!", she had said to you after finding you alone on your bunk, wrapped in your blanket. You had rolled your eyes at her but gotten up from your bunk nevertheless, admitting defeat.
You had actually been enjoying the silence in your dormitory from everyone being gone, but of course, that just had to be interrupted.
Now you were sitting there, amongst all those other people, just trying to read your book in peace. But, and honestly what else did you expect, there was the piercing set of eyes again, just watching your every move. You were actually so sick of it now. Why was this person looking at you the whole time? Why were you so interesting?
This time, you actually decided to turn around and not ignore them like you had done the other times.
You spotted her immediately. It was the woman who had frowned at you on your first day! The woman with the brown hair!
And now she was smirking at you. How was she not looking away or ashamed that you caught her?
Your eyes widened as you slowly scanned her. She was drop-dead-gorgeous. She had curves that were to die for, these stunning dark brown eyes…
You felt yourself blush and turned away. God, hadn't you promised yourself to not find anyone attractive here? Especially not people that could possibly be dangerous?
Well, you had just failed miserably and pathetically.
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Someone pulled a chair up in front of you, sitting on it backwards, using the back of the chair as an armrest.
You were looking down on the ground, burying your face in your book when a finger hooked itself under your chin, tilting it up.
The drop-dead-gorgeous woman was right in front of you, her eyes scanning your face, biting her lip.
She outstretched her hand to you.
"Ouija. Nice to meet you." Her eyes shone with something you couldn't quite decipher.
"Y/N", you introduced yourself, feeling shy in front of this beautiful woman, shaking her hand. She held onto it a little longer than normal, looking you directly in your eyes.
"That's a beautiful name."
She flashed you an amused smile, recognizing your anxiousness.
"Yo, there's no need to be shy, chica" (cutie/girl), Ouija said while moving in a little closer.
"Not for a pretty girl like you at least.", she said with a lowered voice.
She smiled at you once again and you felt your cheeks heat up.
"Thank you", you mumbled, not really knowing what else to say.
Ouija smirked.
"You're welcome, muñequita" (dolly)
Fuck.
"Anyhow, what you in for, mama?", she asked, slowly leaning back again as if she didn't just audibly make you gasp.
"Drug trafficking and distribution", you answered, avoiding her gaze.
"Yo, damn! So you a 'little miss drug dealer' then?" She laughed.
"Certainly. Right hand woman of my drug lord, thank you very much", you responded, bowing your head a little. She chuckled, shaking her head.
"Impressive, yo. I like a woman in power. It's hot."
You felt yourself blush again. God, this woman somehow had the ability to make you flustered very easily.
"So, what did you do?", you questioned.
"WIC Fraud. I killed three somebody's - nobodies -", she pointed to a tattoo that she had right next to her eye, three black teardrops, "and then I get popped for fucking fraud. You believe that shit?"
You shook your head, confused as to how they didn't find out about her killing all those people but charged her for the fraud. Maybe if you had committed another crime besides the drug thing and turned yourself in, you would be facing less time. You were suddenly deep in your thoughts, wondering about that, so that you didn't notice Ouija standing up beside you.
"All right, mama, I'mma let you get back to your book here. We'll see each other around", she said optimistically.
Ouija walked back to her seat, but not without winking at you and letting her hand brush against your arm.
You didn't get the chance to ask why she had been staring at you this whole time before really introducing herself to you, but right now, that matter seemed pretty unimportant to you. You felt starstruck from the interaction with the latina, just staring at the words in your book and not being able to focus at all. The conversation had been way too short and you already wanted to talk to her more.
But what you didn't know is that you wouldn't have to wait long until the two of you would speak again. Carmen had taken a liking to you and she was ready to explore what might develop between you two. At least she already knew that she was capable of making your cheeks go red within a matter of seconds.
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You were doing research in the library, or more like trying to find one of your favorite books, Harry Potter. You were trying to find some comfort in this cold place and what better way to do it than with your favorite literature? You wandered through the fiction aisle, scanning through the books.
There it was, on the highest shelf. But, of course, as expected, you were not tall enough to reach it. You felt so incredibly pathetic right now, there was no chair in sight to help you, no stool for you to stand on.
„Yo, need some help there?“, you heard someone ask. You turned around to the voice.
It was Ouija. She was leaning against one of the shelves, smirking at your attempts to stand on your tiptoes to grab the book, of course failing miserably.
„Yes, please“, you said, just a tad embarassed.
„Which book?“, she asked.
„Harry Potter“
She nodded, reaching up, taking it out without any strain.
„So, the goblet of fire“, she said, twisting the book in her hands.
„It was one of my favorite books growing up. I’m already done with all of the books I was allowed to bring in here so I thought I’d do a little nostalgia trip“
Your fingertips touched as she passed you the book.
„I liked it too as a little kid. But my favorite book was always the chamber of secrets“
„Girl – no offense – but are you serious?“
Ouija frowned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
„What do you mean?“, she questioned, crossing her arms in front of her face.
You smiled, shaking your head.
„Nah, I don’t want to destroy your favorite childhood book for you. I have a very strong opinion when it comes to Harry Potter.“
„No worries, yo, I can handle it. Give it to me“, Ouija said lowly, tilting her head. You bit your lip, rubbing your hands together, getting ready to go.
„Well, I think Ginny’s absolutely insufferable in that book, I mean sure, she was influenced by Voldemort but still, I think it’s not right that she played the „weak, needing to be saved“ girl in that book. It’s not exactly feminist. Also I think the book doesn’t really add to the series, it’s just kind of there as a „filler“ or an information dump. Also, the thing with the diary is just unrealistic. Why wouldn’t anyone notice that it’s in Ginny’s posession? It just doesn’t make sense.“
You grit your teeth in worry, hoping you didn’t go to far.
„I’m sorry, was that too far?“, you asked.
„Nah, I think you’re right actually. Yo, I might have to rethink my favorite childhood book“, Ouija laughed, rubbing her neck.
„I’d be happy to help. I know quite a lot about the series actually“, you explained proudly.
„I figured. That pretty face can convince me of anything, man, I’m sure“
You looked down, trying to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks.
„Don’t hide it“, Ouija said, tilting your chin up. You looked up into her beautiful dark brown eyes, getting lost in them.
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It was late in the afternoon, the sun was already setting and the inmates had a few hours left to catch some air outside before the prison would close its gates, making it time for lights out. You had put on your winter coat and beanie, ready to take a little stroll in the yard. Your hands were covered in thick gloves, protecting you from the harsh January wind
Today, you were just going to take a little stroll around the yard, not that anything else was really possible here. You wish you would have some kind of space to run, get rid of all the energy that you weren’t able to put to use properly.
You were just about to round the corner at the mailbox when you heard a noise.
You stopped in your tracks when you heard someone sniffle and sob.
Frowning, you started walking towards the sound and soon you were able to make out the person who they were coming from. They had brown curly hair - Oh shit! Ouija! You stopped yourself before you were going to run over to her and make sure she's okay.
You were unsure if you should approach her at such a sensitive time.
You wouldn't know how she was going to react, the two of you had known each other barely a hot second.
But you knew that if you were alone and crying in a prison and the person discovering you had good intentions, you would want to be comforted too. And that was good enough for you. You hoped you were making the right decision.
"Ouija, hey, what's wrong?", you asked worriedly, slowly kneeling down beside her.
Her head snapped up, her eyes widening when she realized it was you. She quickly wiped her tears away, trying to find her composure. You couldn’t help but admire her, she was even pretty when she cried, her lashes were stuck together, her cheeks were flushed… God, wrong moment!! Get it together Y/N...
"Oh shit. Hey, didn't hear you coming. Yo, how's it going?"
"I'm fine, but you don't seem to be. What's the matter?"
"Nah, I'm fine, nothing to worry about", she said quickly. You raised your eyebrows, not believing anything she said.
"What? I said I’m fine, man“, Ouija spat, putting up all her defenses.
"Look, I know we don’t really know each other, but I’m not gonna judge you for showing emotion or opening up. It’s human.“
Ouija huffed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Fuck, fine. Shit, you're stubborn, girl. It's my son. He's in the hospital because of some gang activity in his block and…I'm not there for him, man. I'm in fucking prison. And I can't do anything about it."
You sighed. You knew what she was talking about. You felt the same. Being in prison made you feel so stuck, even though you had only been there for a few days. You weren’t there for your loved ones, the world around you kept turning and changing while you were locked away. Your friends had also seemingly already forgotten about you. Maybe they were all just glad you were gone.
"Honestly, I get it. I have a little sister, she just turned 5. She's growing up so fast and in a year, she'll already be in primary school. I'm missing out on her making her first friends there, I can't help her with her homework or comfort her when she has a bad day. It's torture. So yeah, I can relate. Nothing bad happened to her yet, fortunately, but you know the world out there. I can’t protect her from the harm she might experience out there."
The two of you were silent for a second, saying nothing.
"The thing is, you can't change anything about it. As much as it sucks, you gotta figure out how to deal with that shit. You gotta trust that your son knows you love him and that you being in here has nothing to do with him."
That flipped a switch in Ouija. She did love her son, a lot. She had just got to find a way to show it to him, especially right now. A small smile spread on her face as an idea popped up in her head.
She felt your hand touch her back, stroking it slowly.
Ouija turned to you, the woman who she had been obsessed with ever since she had entered the walls of this prison. The woman who she had frowned at when she made eye contact with her at her first day. The woman who frowned back. She knew that you knew that she had watched you the first few days upon your arrival. You were just so mesmerizing to her, she somehow felt drawn to you.
"Inmates! Back inside!", you heard a guard shout loudly. You sighed. The roughness of the CO's was still something you had to get used to.
"Yo, we should probably go before it gets serious or some shit. You never know if these fuckers are gonna pull out a gun or not", Ouija said, outstretching her hand to you, desperate to get you away from possible danger.
You nodded, letting her help you up.
As you were about to walk past the guard, you noticed that your shoe was untied. You stopped, reaching down to tie it, but the CO was not having it.
„INMATE! KEEP IT MOVING! I HAVEN’T GOT ALL FUCKING DAY, YOU UNDERSTAND??!“, he shouted aggressively, about to yank you up from the ground, when Ouija threw herself inbetween you two.
From your place on the ground, you didn’t hear what she said to the CO or what made him back off of the two of you. You only saw her enraged facial expression as she turned to help you up, once again. You were in a complete state of shock, this being the first time you were properly yelled at by a guard. You felt Ouija wrap an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back inside.
„Inmate Aziza, I would fucking throw you down to the SHU, but I’m fucking exhausted from today so I will let you off EASILY because I’m so nice with just a shot. For the both of you that is!“, he spat at the two of you as you walked back inside.
Ouija saw the broken look on your face and from that point, there was no way in hell that she was ever going to leave your side. She felt protective of you suddenly, she wanted to rip that guard’s head off, no, she wanted to choke him until his words got stuck in his fucking throat for ever talking to you in that way.
She wanted to shield you from any and all bad things in this place. She wanted you to herself, wanted no one fucking near you, except for her. Her hand grabbed your shoulder tighter.
She stood in front of you, so you were facing her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as your gaze met hers. Your eyes were so beautiful. You were slightly looking up to her, as Ouija was a bit taller than you.
„Hey, yo, are you okay, mama? That guard was pretty rough on you“, she asked you, her voice soft as velvet. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but Ouija wasn’t letting that happen. She grabbed your chin, caressing your cheek with her thumb.
„Yo, no crying, pretty woman, we’ve already had enough of that today.“
„I love that movie“, you chuckled slightly, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt.
„Pretty Woman? White poor woman fucks rich white man and falls in love? Nah, that shit’s too predictable.“
„Exactly. One already knows how the movie ends, but I still like it“
Ouija scoffed, ruffling your hair. She leads you back to your dorm, glaring at Epps as the bald-headed woman was about to harass you again. Epps backed up with raised hands, whispering:
„I wasn’t even about to do anything...“
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You were casually walking to the showers, towel and toiletries in hand. It was 5am in the morning, so the line wasn't long.
You had gotten up early for the hot water, your bunkmate Epps complaining that you were making too much noise, disrupting her very important sleep. There were only 2 hours until she had to get up anyway. Epps luckily hadn’t bothered you too much the past few days, thanks to Ouija, who had given her death glares whenever the two of you had been hanging around each other, which had been quite often. You had spent most of your time with her, she had helped you settle into the prison and made you laugh almost all the time. You had been there for her during all the announcements she got from the hospital about her son and celebrated with her when the doctor told her that he was going to be okay.
You hadn’t really gotten acquainted with any of the other women at the prison, as every time you tried to talk to one of them, you felt Ouija’s glare on the both of you or you got pulled away from the other person because she suddenly „needed to talk to you very urgently“. Of course you knew that she was jealous somehow, even though she had no reason to be. One of the times when she had dragged you away, the two of you had gone to the chapel. Ouija hadn’t said anything as she had taken your hand and pulled you along with her.
She had lifted you onto the stage, where performances or speeches were given, but kept standing on the ground herself. She still stayed silent as she locked eyes with you and slowly ran one of her hands up your thigh. She leaned in a little bit when her hand reached the waistband of your pants, her eyes on your lips. You could basically feel the electricity sizzling between the two of you. It was like the two of you were always meant to end up so close to each other, like this. Your foreheads were already touching, your lips barely inches away from each other, when the door to the chapel slammed shut and the both of you immediately flew off of each other. Pidge was calling for Ouija, telling her that Maria was calling a meeting. Ouija, frustrated, promising you she would be back for you, „continuing where you left of“. And now you were here.
You stepped into one of the shower cabinets, turning on the shower head.
You sighed as the warm water washed over your body, immediately making you sleepy again. You hadn’t slept really well with that racist woman Epps beneath you. You never knew what she might do and you always had to sleep with one eye open. It was exhausting and definitely took a strain on your body.
"Mornin', muñequita."
You turned around to the voice, looking directly into Ouija's eyes. She looked a little sleepy, but her half-closed eyes were still roaming your body, drinking in your frame. With just a look, she was able to to make you sweat, blush, avoid her gaze… it was nerve-wracking. With a towel wrapped around your body, you stepped outside of the shower and towards the fully dressed Ouija.
"Hey there“, you answered, yawning.
"How you doing, mama?"
"I'm good, a little tired still." She nodded understandingly.
"Glad my pretty girl is doing well", she smiled, leaning against the wall.
You blushed a little and looked to your feet, trying to hide your reddened cheeks.
"Yo, come over here, mama", she beckoned.
You looked left and right to check if anyone was there who could possibly see you before you moved out of the shower cabin and over to where Ouija was standing.
As soon as you were standing in front of her Ouija grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close, wrapping her arms around your lower torso. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, allowing you to rest your head on her chest.
„Y/N?“
„Yeah?“
„I wanted to say thanks for the time you found me..you know, crying, and comforted me and shit. I didn’t deserve that and I’m still a shit mom, but I talked to my son on the phone and...he’s coming to visitation next week“
You squealed in excitement, jumping up a little bit, so excited for Ouija.
„Ouija, that’s great! I’m so happy for you!“
You wrapped your arms around her neck , embracing her in a hug.
Ouija grabbed you by your hips and switched positions so that now you were pressed against the wall. Both of her hands were placed next to your head while yours were busy holding up that towel of yours.
„You’re so cute when you’re happy, you know that?“, Ouija asked, biting her bottom lip. She leaned in closer, taking your face inbetween her hands. Your eyes closed in anticipation, ready to finally connect with her, to finally feel the full extent of the electricity between you too. She leaned in, leaned in, you started feeling dizzy of her scent, of her presence...
BANG! The metal door to the showers slammed shut, loud voices coming from the doorway. Ouija immediately let go of you, distancing herself, and as some of the other inmates walked past you and entered the showers, you tried to act as nothing had happened before. You exchanged a frustrated glance with her, were you ever going to be able to kiss?
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It was your bunkmate Epps' birthday and she made like this whole deal out of it. Almost everyone in this prison was invited, including you and Ouija and almost every single lesbian which was weird, since Epps was definitely homophobic.
But she and her friends did know how to throw a party, you had to leave her that. There was a snack bar with drinks, a dance floor and colorful garlands reading "happy birthday".
You had just entered the overfilled room, completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do or where to stand or where to sit. You were looking around for Ouija, finding her in a corner of the room, next to Pidge and Zirconia.
She was staring down everyone in the room, a grumpy expression on her face. You know how frustrated she had been the past few days, you were about to kiss two times, but always had been interrupted by one of the other inmates. Privacy was basically non-existent in prison and by now, the two of you were so desperate to kiss, you almost felt like two pathetic lesbian teenage girls.
You were walking towards her, pushing through the crowd, and as you approached them, Zirconia noticed you, her face lighting up.
"Y/N! Hi!", she exclaimed happily.
Ouija's head immediately snapped in your direction and her entire demeanor changed. Her grumpy face disappeared, her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips.
"Well, yo, look who showed up!", she said, genuinely happy to see you.
You smiled at her and Pidge.
You looked around for a chair to pull up next to the group, but of course, every single one was taken. This did not go unnoticed by Ouija and she certainly did not seem too unhappy about this fact as her smirk widened.
"Come, muñeca, you can sit here", she said, pointing to her man spread legs. Damn, you thought, really really wanting to, but not being sure if it might be risky. You looked around to see if anyone was looking except for Zirconia and Pidge, but everyone was too focused on themselves to even slightly care about the two of you. And even so, you didn’t care.
You lowered yourself onto her lap and immediately felt her arms tightly wrap around your torso.
„Good girl, put those pretty thighs on me“, she whispered in your ear, her hand stroking your leg softly. Your eyes widened, the familiar blush spreading on your cheeks. „Mi amor, mio todo mio“, (my love, mine all mine) she mumbled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
The evening progressed without anyone even looking at you. You sat on Ouija’s lap the entire time, wondering how it wasn’t taking a strain on her legs, conversing with her, Zirconia and Pidge. You did not once go to the buffet because you were so immersed in the conversation you were having with them but nevertheless, you were thirsty.
„I’ll just get something to drink really quick, do you want anything?“, you said to Ouija, hopping off of her lap.
„Nah, I’m good, thanks though“
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You were standing at the bar, deciding what drink you were going to get, not that there were a lot of options, this was prison after all. Possibilities weren’t exactly endless.
„Hi there“, a voice greeted you, coming out of nowhere.
You jumped, letting out a little shriek.
„Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you“, the woman next to you said worriedly, but you only laughed.
„It’s fine, I get scared easily.“
„You’re new here right?“, she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
„Yeah, I arrived here about two weeks ago, so my stay hasn’t exactly been long“
„Ah, so a newbie. That’s why I haven’t seen you around.“
You nodded, conversing in a little small talk with her. You already felt Ouija staring at you, knowing it was because of her protective and posessive nature, but you also wanted friends in here. You needed other people that you could rely on.
The woman, who turned out to be called Carla was telling you funny stories about other prisons she had been at and interactions she had with other inmates there and here at Litchfield.
You laughed loudly, finding her absolutely hilarious. While you and the woman were joking around, Ouija was boiling with anger and jealousy. She tried to keep her cool, „take a fucking chill pill“, like Zirconia had advised her. But it was really hard when she hadn’t even kissed you yet, didn’t even get to call you hers yet. Maybe the possibility of somebody else still being able to snatch you away was giving her the nerves. Maybe she would be more relaxed if she knew you were really hers.
Maybe. But right now, she just wanted to get you the fuck away from that other woman.
As you kept talking with Carla, you felt her put her hand on your waist.
„Um…“, you mumbled, looking over to Ouija. That was Carmen Aziza’s last straw. Nobody would touch her girl, not like that.
She stormed over to where you were standing and pushed the other woman off of you and to the ground where she landed with a loud bang. She stood over the woman, placing her thick boot onto her chest, compromising her airways.
„Touch her again and yo“, she laughed bitterly, „I’ll fuck you up“.
Before you could properly register what was happening, you felt yourself being grabbed by the wrist and pulled away. You didn’t know where you were going, as you were still finding your way around the prison, when you reached the door to the library. It was completely silent, the only sound being you getting pushed against one of the shelves.
Ouija stood in front of you, placing one of her hands beside your head. She used the other one to harshly grab your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at her. Her facial expression was one of anger, jealousy and displeasement.
„I don’t know who that other woman thinks she is, but she better know that you’re mine. Ever since you stepped into the walls of this prison, shit, I knew I had to have you. You're mine, amorcita. You're all mine and yo, guess what? I ain't about fucking sharing. I can’t hide how I feel about you anymore, munequita. Not when 1000 other bitches are this close to you every day. I love you.“
Ouija’s face was full of worry, anticipation of what you thought of her confession, if you felt the same.
„I’m yours“, you said, breathless, and that was all it took for Ouija to smash her lips against you and press you further into the wooden shelves. Her scent intoxicated you, all you saw, smelled, heard, touched was her. She was your whole world and you were hers. Her warm body was pressing into yours, her hands were roaming your body, diving underneath your shirt. Finally, you could do what you waited so long for. Her hands were in your hair, her tongue was dancing with yours. You forgot that you were in prison, you forgot about the world around you.
All there was, was you and her. Your love, yours all yours.
summary: nicky is your closest friend in prison, but everything changes when you have a one-on-one in a small janitorial closet.
word count: 915
warnings: none
days in litchfield always seemed to drag on. prison was all about control, so everyday was the same schedule with the same things happening. the only person who brought any sort of variety to your day was nicky. with her raspy voice and enticing smirk, she was hard to resist, and everyone knew it.
however, you knew she only thought of you as a friend. a partner in crime. nothing else. or so you thought,
she was throwing hints at you a couple days ago. just before you went to your bunk that night, she made a move and kissed you, on the lips. however, the next day, she acted like it hadn’t happened, continuing to act as she had before. the following days were the same. she continued to tell you about her ongoing experiences with other girls.
how could she do that to you and then act like nothing happened?
you spent hours a day thinking on that. now, you could barely stand to be around her. the sight of her tugged at your heart. you spent hours racking your brain, trying to figure out why you didn’t seem to be good enough for her. at lunch, you barely spoke. as you picked at your food mindlessly, nicky went on about some other inmate. although your eyes were glued to the slop they fed you (the one from the bag, not red’s), you could feel everyone’s eyes flipping between the two of you.
“you’re awfully quiet today, y/l/n,” red commented.
“yeah, what’s up with you, y/n?” nicky smiled, nudging you.
“nothing,” you mumbled, looking up to meet the concerned glances of red, lorna, nicky and alex.
red and alex exchanged a knowing look when they heard me silently scoff when nicky continued to talk. however, they kept their mouths shut. once lunch was over, you put threw your untouched food out and left your tray. without exchanging a word with nicky, you walked back to your bunk. the next couple hours were calm, no one bothering you as you read your book. a piece of you wished nicky had come looking, but she was probably too busy flurting with some naive inmate, you thought.
later that evening, as you walked down the hall, you heard someone call your name. her familiar raspy voice rang through the halls, but you showed no signs of hearing her.
“y/n,” nicky called again.
“hey,” she called once more, picking up her pace to catch up to you.
“no running, inmate!” a guard called.
when she finally caught up to you, she grabbed your arm.
“seriously, what’s wrong with you, y/n?” nicky asked, concern evident in her tone.
“nothing,” you lied.
“oh come on, i know you better than that. you’ve been avoiding me all day,” she coaxed.
“i’m sorry i don’t wanna listen to you talk about eating other girls pussies all day,” you said angrily.
“since when don’t you like pussy?” nicky smirked.
you rolled your eyes as you tried to keep walking, but nicky’s grip wasn’t letting up.
“hey, okay, come on,” she said, pulling you into a small janitor’s closet that was definitely supposed to be locked.
“what’s wrong?” nicky asked sincerely, a small smile on her face as she searched for some kind of answer. the tight room meant you were basically chest to chest and her brown eyes dug into yours.
“i should smack the shit out of you,” you scoffed, your arms crossed over your chest.
“is this about the other night?” she asked, brows furrowed.
“the other night where you kissed me and then pretended it didn’t happen? no, not at all. this is all because you ate one of my fucking peas,” you said sarcastically, “yes, it’s about the other night.”
“if i’d known that was gonna get you all hot and bothered, i would’ve just left you hanging,” she smiled.
you rolled your eyes at her comment and went to reach for the doorknob.
“wait, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” she pleaded.
“why’d you do it?” you asked as you made eye contact with her. it was too late, you weren’t going to back down.
“huh?” she asked.
“why did you kiss me, nicky?” you spoke clearly.
“well, i-” she began before you cut her off.
“and why’d you pretend it didn’t happen?” you said, your voice breaking a little.
“i just, i don’t know, i guess i just thought you wouldn’t be into me like that,” she whispered.
you thought for a moment.
“would i do this if i wasn’t into you?” you asked, watching as her brows furrowed.
you moved forward and connected your lips, bringing your hands to her face to pull her closer. she made no effort to stop, but instead took control. you kissed with desperation as she pushed you up against a wall. your head hit a shelf and cleaning products fell onto the ground with a loud bang. nicky pulled away and smirked before attaching her lips to your neck. your mouth was agape and you were fighting hard to keep quiet, knowing guards could be roaming the halls. the situation began to escalate and before long, the room was humid and messy.
it was safe to say your friends all knew what you were up to that afternoon.
You were in your bunk when your bunkmate returned back. It was earlier than usual, she usually worked until dinner was being served only eating once it was served however dinner wasn’t for a few hours. She fell onto her bed letting out an annoyed groan forcing you to pay attention to her rather than the book you were reading.
She held her head in her hands, moving them to clench hold of her long dark hair in annoyance.
“Are you okay?” You questioned.
Flaca was generally cheery, spending all of her time with Maritza, laughing and joking. It was rare to see her without her best friend let alone looking this down.
“Just peachy,” she frowned.
“I take that that is a joke,” you commented.
She looked up at you, her expression sad but from her reddened cheeks you knew she was annoyed as well.
“Gloria is pissed at me,” she stated. “Well actually everyone is pissed at me.”
You gave her a sympathetic smile. Prison was hard without adding anything else to that, but how the cliques worked within it, they were one of the hardest elements. It was hard to fit in, and if you upset one person, the chances are half the prison were upset with you too.
“I’m not pissed with you, if that’s any consolidation,” you smiled softly.
“Thanks,” she smiled the smallest of smiles.
“What happened?” You asked.
She begun to ramble out everything that had happened today. You knew that the prison had started recruiting inmates to work for Whispers, and Flaca told you she was one of the few that had been employed. She was looking forward to the job and assumed her friends would also be happy for her, but they weren’t.
“I never wanted to make food, so why wouldn’t I take another job?” She frowned. “I thought they’d be happy for me to be doing something I would enjoy and get more money but no they see it as though I have betrayed them or something. It’s not personal, I just hate working in the kitchens.”
“It doesn’t sound fun,” you said softly, not knowing what it was like to work there seen as you worked in the library.
“It isn’t. And Whispers doesn’t seem like it’s going to be a hoot, but at least it’s better than sweating over a stove.”
You gave her a sympathetic smile. “They’ll come around. They’re your friends, well they’re more like your family. They’re probably just upset that you’re leaving them, or jealous that you’re getting more money seen as commissary isn’t cheap but either way they’ll come around.”
She smiled softly, finally at ease from her anger and sadness that she had previously held.
Relationship: George “Pornstache” Mendez x Female!Inmate!Reader
Fandom: Orange Is The New Black Series 2013-2022
Summary: You never knew what his type was. Was it tall African Americans? Was it short ginger-haired girls? Blondes? Brunettes? It never seemed to matter to you; only the short glances and smiles. That was until he pursued someone. Someone who wasn’t you.
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, size kink, forbidden sex, against the law, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), language, jealousy, homophobic name calling (only the use of “dike”)
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” you furiously exclaim, walking the yard with Polly and Sophia.
“Woah! Woah! Watch the hostility! You could be thrown in SHU for just looking at these bastards wrong,” Polly warns, scanning the perimeter of the yard for all the security lookouts. Which, quite frankly, were never filled properly anyway with only 2-3 guards actually “present.”
“I usually wouldn’t say this, but she is right Y/N/N. They’ve been on edge these past months with Caputo being Warden and shit,” Sophia adds calmly, her clear-mindedness calming your fueling rage.
They knew why you were so pissed; they were truly the only people that understood you if you were being honest.
“Those fucking Hispanics are always doing anything to get off the hook for cheap,” you mutter, not quite mad at them if you were being honest with yourself.
“Yeah, yeah, but they’re not all that bad,” Polly states. “Come on, let’s get lunch before they let you starve.”
Walking beside the women, you walk through the many bland and boring rows of doors and white walls until you reach the clearing of the cafeteria. Stepping in line with Piper and Vause, you grab what’s left of the edible slob the state offers you. Begrudgingly, you sit down and dig in with small bites, not bothering to eat the so-called vegetables that stink.
The women engage in conversation in which you nod or smile or frown at, not all too concerned with the normal complaints anyway. Rather, your attention was drawn to the tall, brunette guard stationed at the exit of the cafeteria a few tables ahead of you.
He looks at you discreetly, smiling that damn smile once he officially caught your gaze. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto yours at his blatant disregard for who else was watching - that was until the familiar Spaniard walks by Mendez, stopping to whisper in his ear.
You groan, face falling and causing you to look away in disgust. In truth, you were jealous. Jealous at the attention that no longer lasted more than a few seconds. Jealous at the way Mendez’s smile seems to increase tenfold when Daya gave him attention. Jealous at the fact that he was fucking her instead of you.
You never quite figured out when, why, or even how their affair started, but all you knew was that it was almost a daily activity in one of the janitor closets you refuse to pass by now.
If it wasn’t for his ego, or even his good looks, you wouldn’t be so hung up over him. If it weren’t for your lack of enjoyment in oral activity that you would indulge in other women just fine like Boo, Stella, Poussey, Morello, and the various other women usually do to ease their feminine desperation. Hell, you would do another officer. But they weren’t Mendez.
“If you keep staring laser beams into their heads, you might actually fry their brains,” Big Boo giggles, throwing her arm around your shoulder.
“If they even have any,” Nichols adds with a sly yet understanding smirk.
“Shit, I really don’t know why you even like the guy, Kid,” Boo questions, pulling you into her to let your head rest on her shoulder.
“It’s love!” Morello adds, her eyes almost bugging out of her head and getting all googly-eyed.
“It’s not love,” you protest.
“Oh God, don’t say he’s something different, Y/N/N.”
“They’re dogs Y/N/N, all the same breed too,” Vause comments, sharing a glance with Piper. “Why don’t you think I switched to women so quickly?”
The group shares a laugh, Boo nudging you and then letting you go to finish what’s left of whatever you were able to eat.
///
You made it your mental mission, over time, to act as if whatever was going on between Daya and Mendez didn’t faze you. You had a new idea in mind, actually. If Daya could take what she wanted, you were to do the same.
You were going to make him yours.
Walking down the corridor leading to the TV room, you could feel him before you even saw him. “To what do I owe the pleasure,” you state sarcastically.
“Just checking in, it’s been a while, Tiny.”
“Has it?”
Mendez stays quiet for a moment, falling into step with your much slower pace. “What’s up with you lately?”
“Not much, but it seems like you’ve been getting around. Isn’t that right Pornstache?” you side-eye him. He hates that nickname.
Your question seems to startle him, his body going rigid and pace faltering - but only for a second.
“No need hiding it, Bub, news spreads fast within this small prison. Besides, I guess we all have needs, even if you are a free citizen,” you smirk.
“That’s ironic,” he grunts, “Like you haven’t been getting action of your own?”
“What?” you stop in your tracks.
“Oh don’t give me that. I’ve seen you hanging with the dikes.”
You don’t need to look at him to hear the jealousy dripping from his voice, so you play coy. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Clearly,” he tsks again.
Giggling, you push him into the wall, careful as to not be in the line of visibility of both the cameras and the inmates. “If I say so myself,” you trace your index finger up his chest, “I would say you’re jealous they’re the ones keeping me company at night. You know, all you have to do is ask, Pornstache.”
He stifles a groan, the sensation coming out as a growl instead, rumbling in his chest. “I thought I told you not to call me that,” he stares down at you, trying to hide his growing lust.
He fails poorly, the indication of his attraction starting to harden beneath his tight trousers, forming a bulge.
Stepping between his legs, you prop your knee beneath him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “What are you gonna do about it, Pornstache?”
Swiftly, Mendez snatches your bicep, yanking you down the hall briskly to meet the closet - their closet. Unlocking the door, he pries it open, throwing you in the moment he does.
Stumbling to find your footing, you grasp at the shelf before you, your back to the door. Taking the opportunity, Mendez closes the door and pins you down from behind. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do about it, Tiny.”
Spinning you around, he grabs your wrists with one of his hands, the other roughly grabbing at your hips. Lowering down to meet your height, his lips clasp yours in a heated make-out. Whimpering, you pull at his hands, begging to tangle yours in his short locks and deepen the kiss.
He doesn’t allow it, however, leaning in closer to you to make you feel his bulge on your thigh. “You see what you do to me?”
“You mean what all us women do to you.”
Smirking, Mendez pins one of his legs beneath you, his hand moving your hips to grind against him. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, ya know that?”
“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so easily swayed.”
Groaning again, Mendez shuts you up with another kiss, releasing your hands to remove your shirt, delighted to find nothing but your bare breasts beneath. Biting his lip harshly, Mendez detaches himself from you, temporarily giving you the upper hand just enough to flip yourselves.
Now you stand before him, shoving him harshly into the shelves. Tugging at his belt, you unbuckle it with swift fingers, the tips almost feeling numb with desire.
Yanking down his trousers, you allow him to step out of them. Hand wrapping around his cock, the tip red and precum already oozing, you ask, “Tell me, Pornstache, does she suck you off? Does she let you have control? Does she let you cum?”
Inhaling sharply, his eyes close as his head rolls back. Grasping his jaw, you force his eyes to meet yours. “I asked you a question,” you order, thumb grazing everywhere around his sensitive slit.
“No.”
“No what, Mendez? I know you have the ability to speak; you’re rather loud when you want to be heard.”
“No, she doesn’t let me have my way.”
“Well, she just sounds boring, doesn’t she?”
“Mhmm.”
“What? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes!”
“Not so loud, we don’t want her hearing this,” you giggle.
Taking both hands, one massages its way on the tip, teasing and squeezing, while the other focuses on the base and fondling his balls. Within no time, you feel his body tensing and bucking up to meet your hands every so often. The veins poke and prod, his breath quickens, and when he’s just about to reach the brink, you let go of him.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.”
Whimpering, he looks down at you with blown pupils. Pushing him onto the small desk beside the shelves, you force him to sit on top of it. Following him, you remove his shirt as well as your pants and panties. Idly, you use his thighs for support, straddling his hips with your clit brushing the side of his cock.
“Tell me what you want, Big Boy. All you have to do is ask,” you smile mischievously.
“Please. Please fuck me.”
Slowly sliding your clit along his dick, you stare at him, “Nah, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”
“Please FUCK ME!” he almost yells.
In one swift movement, you raise your hips and surge downwards, taking his cock fully inside your wet pussy. Collectively, you both moan at the intensity, allowing yourself a moment to adjust.
Placing your hands on his shoulders, you allow him to place his hands on your hips and thighs for balance. Slowly, you start to bounce on his cock, careful as to not fall off of him.
He grows needy once again, the familiar sensation of bliss encouraging him to help grind your hips into him more harshly, taking the initiative to thrust into you from underneath. You start to feel the coil in your own core tighten as well, moaning into his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys in your wake.
Once more, you both feel yourselves in need of release, but not yet. Stopping all movements, you slowly release yourself of his cock, a lewd pop making your cheeks burn.
Groaning in need, you see Mendez visibly grow tiresome of your games. Good, that’s what you wanted.
With frustration, Mendez gets back onto his feet, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging your head into his chest. You feel a delicious sting on your scalp, smiling with satisfaction. Roughly, Mendez bends you over the desk face down, plunging into your aching core once again.
He doesn’t bother to use the slow and torturous pace you’d done before, rather, pulling your hair back to arch your spine. The peculiar position targets your G-spot, making it hard for you to keep quiet.
With one hand latched onto your hair, the other squeezes at the back of your neck, Mendez’s hips thrusting at a dangerously fast and hard pace. The coil tightens once again, squeezing his cock as it endlessly pounds that special spot again and again and again.
Once more, you feel his dick harden in a painful solidity, veins rubbing your walls in just the right way. Breaths hard and fast, his thrusts get sloppy, signalling his upcoming release.
“Cum inside me, Mendez. Fill me to the brim.”
And that he does, letting go of your hair and neck to bruise your hips in a death-grip, thrusting one final time. Leaking his seed in sensational shots, your orgasm crashes into his own, milking his cock. He lets out a final moan like an animal, his cock softening as the last of his cum seeps into you.
Pulling out of you when you’re both satiated, he lets out a breath of relief. You stay leaning against the desk for a little while more, legs weak and wobbly. Mendez giggles at the sight, in which you finally get up and dressed with him.
“The answer is no by the way.”
“What was the question?”
“Nobody is as good as you are,” he smiles.
“Is that a compliment or are you just trying to make one-time-thing-conversation?”
“It’s a compliment. You’ve always been my favorite, Y/N.”
“Thanks?”
“I love you, Y/N. That’s what I’m trying to say.”
The room goes quiet, and you just blink at him. “Shit, Y/N, I-”
Your face breaks into a sly grin, pulling him into another kiss. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
Both of you laughing, you guys take your leave. Mendez leaves a few moments before you with a quick kiss and goodbye. Then, counting to 10, you walk out after him, his figure disappearing down the hall. Yet, as you turn to go the other way, you just barely catch sight of a shocked Daya propped against the wall.
Giddily, you give her a shit-eating grin. “Told you he was mine.”
-Set when Alex comes back to Litchfield after being snitched on by a hoe
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Warnings: Fingering (R giving and reviving)
WC: 1,370
Y/N POV:
I was walking back to my bunk after Nicky and I had a fight. She chose drugs again. Red said we can't help her. She has to do it on her own and I can't be with her when she's like this. So I let her go. Everyone was at movie night and I just wanted to be alone to try and deal with my feelings while no one is around.
I made it into the dorm when I see some bitch in orange laying in my bunk face down on my pillow.
"Oh fuck this" I said under my breath to myself as I stormed over. I grabbed her hair from the back lifting her head up then saw Alex.
"Oh shit, Alex what the fuck are you doing here. Didn't you get out?" I asked completely and utterly confused. I was in shu when she was released and I came back just yesterday before lights out so I hadn't seen much of anyone until before work and lunch. Which she clearly didn't go to otherwise I would've seen her.
She looked at me, teary eyed and I saw the bruise on her eye. I cup her face worriedly. "What the hell happened to you?" I ask looking frantically between her eyes stroking her cheeks with my thumbs.
"Piper happened" she stated. I'm so confused. "What? What did she do?" I hesitantly asked furrowing my brows. "She called my PO and said I violated my parole" she answered her voice cracking slightly as her eyes brimmed with tears. I quickly engulf her into a hug letting her dig her face into the crook of my neck as she lightly sobs while I rub her back.
I whisper sweet nothings into her ear, moving my blanket to cover our legs and helping her calm down; which she eventually does. We're sitting on my bed leaning against the wall, her head on my shoulder as I reach for my toilet paper, handing her more to wiper her nose and tears.
"God she's such a manipulative cunt" She lets out in frustration, taking her head off my shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better Nicky got a new girlfriend" I tell her. Her head snaps over to me in question. "Heroine. She loves Heroine more than she loves me" I answer her look. She shakes her head, leaning back against the wall tilting her head back and looking up.
She may have been crying but she looked beautiful. Her pale skin and bright green eyes with slight a blue in them. Her thin eye brows, full lips and perfect jawline. She may have a busted eye but she still looks as amazing as they day I met her in this place 3 years ago.
"We're both into some pretty fucked up women" She laughed. I laughed looking down at my hands shaking my head, "Yeah, I guess so"
I place my hand on her thigh, sliding it up, slowly looking up to meet her forest and ocean eyes before leaning close to her ear. "Why don't we change that" I whisper biting her ear before pulling away and looking back to see her smiling softly.
She takes my hand on her thigh, moving it up to the elastic of her orange pants before sliding them in. I smirk biting my lip, “I think…You have a lot of pent up anger and stress” I tell her looking from her lips to her eyes. “And I think…You need to release it” I say as I rub her clothed centre. “Then help me release” She whispered against my lips before closing the gap between us as I bring my hand up and slide it into her underwear and start teasing her core.
Her lips are soft and smooth, like a pillow and she tastes sweet like cherry pie. We kiss slowly, enjoying the moment as I tease her clit causing her to moan into my mouth giving me an opening to slide my tongue in. She allows me to dominate the kiss as it begins to get more heated.
Our tongues dance together in harmony as we start to get rougher. I glide my fingers down and through her folds, feeling her wetness before finding her entrance and sliding in two fingers with ease. She releases a raspy moan into my mouth making me smile and speed up my movements.
My digits slide in and out of her as I finally make it to her soft sponges spot and once I found it, she started whimpering. Her lips separated from mine as she guided them to my neck, sucking on it making me moan quietly.
My thumb grazes along her clit making her shudder beneath me as she tries to muffle her moans by kissing and sucking on my neck. I rub her clit in a circular motion as I add a third finger and that’s when I start to feel her walls clenching around me. She’s close. Her moans get louder and harder to suppress and she tries by biting my shoulder, but it can only do so much.
I use my other hand, holding her chin between my thumb and pointer finger, guiding her head back up to me. “Look at me when I make you cum” I whisper on her lips, looking in her eyes. She nods in agreement, keeping her gaze locked onto mine as she moans in Ecstasy into my mouth. I smile as our breaths start to quicken and mix.
Suddenly her walls clench tightly around my three fingers as I feel her juices coat them. I slow down my pace and stop rubbing her clit, helping her through her orgasm until her breath regulates. She smiles kissing my lips slowly before pulling away and grabbing my wrist.
She takes my hand from her pants and guides it to my mouth. I smirk then part my lips as she guides my fingers into my mouth. As soon as her taste hits my tongue I instantly want more. I moan at the taste and start sucking until every last drop is gone looking into her eyes as her mouth hangs open.
I take my fingers out before smashing our lips together letting her taste herself on my tongue. He hands move to my hips lifting me a little so I take the memo and lift myself up until I’m sat on her lap, one leg either side, straddling her.
My hands up her face as we continue our make out session. “Now it’s time for your release” she mutters against my lips smirking and all I can do is nod in response. She slides a hand in my khakis and in my underwear plunging two fingers into me which take and immediately moan out in pleasure against her velvety lips.
I start to move up and down against her fingers, riding them roughly as I bite her bottom lip, sucking it and bringing it back with a ‘pop’ as it goes back into place before smacking my lips back against hers. Her other hand holds onto my hip, steadying me and helping me ride her fingers.
I move away form her face, down to her neck and start sucking harshly on her skin trying to silence my moans, not wanting to be too loud and when I find her pulse point her moans get breathier. I suck harshly soothing the pain with my tongue until I feel an all familiar knot in my stomach.
My face contorts in pleasure, my mouth hanging open and I move to look her in the eyes, my hands on either side of her face breathing into her mouth until my high reaches and I cum on her fingers.
She takes her hand out from my pants and puts her fingers in her mouth, sucking them until there’s nothing left, moaning at the taste as she stares deep into my eyes. “You taste so good” she rasps into my mouth as she kisses me passionately griping my hips and mixing our juices in our mouths.
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