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What do you mean nobody has drawn sabran being freaky yet? Well it's my chance to shine. ( The clothes are not supposed to be here but I had to make it family friendly...unfortunately 😒)
Find someone that looks at you the way Ead looks at Sabran✊
Summary — You were her star student. Her obsession.
Content Warnings — reader is 20, Daniela is 25, uses of good girl, obsessive behavior, stalker behavior, oblivious r, dom Daniela, jealousy, rough sex, inexperienced reader, brat taming, creampie, spit play (sorry), multiple sex scenes, handjob, oral (both receiving), manipulation, aggressive sex.
Authors Note — I have yet to watch Miller’s Girl but I love the idea of an obsessive professor Daniela. I’ve been waiting for professor Dani, and everyone has been doing CEO like come on guys! So it’s like the roles are reversed, instead of the student being obsessed it’s the professor! Hope you guys enjoy, the Lara one has me stumped so enjoy! Also sorry for any grammatical errors in any of my stories (I don’t proofread, lmao) and sorry if any Spanish in this story is wrong, GOOGLE TRANSLATED lol.
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She knew the idea of it was—wrong.
But how could she not feel this way?
You were too good for this world.
Always going out of your way to make sure everything is done right. You’ve never had a late assignment. You never had gotten into any trouble with any other students, professors, no one. She was hooked on you, but you had no knowledge of that did you? The way she’d watch you enter her classroom, the way she’d watch you at lunch as you sat under a tree in the courtyard. She was obsessed.
Daniela knew it was something that she shouldn’t pursue and at the moment, she wasn’t. But she had no intentions of letting you be with anyone else, especially not the trashy sorority girls in the school. You were too good for any of that. Daniela knew her reasoning for wanting you was unexplainable because one day, the feeling just came out of no where. Maybe it was from that one time you fell asleep in her classroom. You were left in class unnoticed, even by her.
When she had came back and saw you with your head down, she had woken you up. Maybe it was the way you had looked so innocent when you stood up and stretched your limbs. She could see everything, your muscles; your toned abdomen, your disheveled hair, and your prominent—cock. The outline of it was unbelievable and ever since that day, she had been so terribly obsessed with you. She loved knowing how innocent you were.
She wanted to ruin that.
But she could look at you and tell you were inexperienced.
Fuck—she wanted that.
God, she needed it.
It didn’t help when you’d sometimes stay back from your lunch time to do some work. You’d sit at the top row of her classroom, headphones in as you worked on some assignments. She loved it every time you knocked on the door and asked if you could and when she let you, she’d secretly snap pictures of you and made sure to angle it where she could clearly see your cock. She had a whole collection in her phone—she even printed some out.
She knew it was wrong to pleasure herself late at night to them, but fuck she needed you. She wanted to put you through her mattress, ride you into oblivion, have you equally obsessed with her as she’s obsessed with you. The idea of knowing how many students were ogling over her yet you, her favorite student always being respectful to her had her mind fueling. The thoughts she’d chase late at night with her hand frantically working in her panties were what fueled her so much.
The thrill of knowing that she could have you if she wanted you but slowly opening herself to it—it was so delicious to think about. Daniela hadn’t had a partner in a long while so she was definitely touch starved. Her knowing what your physique was, knowing how big your cock was, all of that made her want you even more. She knew you could manhandle her but you’d probably be too scared to. Too afraid to even touch her, more than likely.
But that was something she wanted you to feel. Not fear towards her. She wanted you to have fear towards the fact that if she gave herself to you, you would fear losing her in any way. Daniela was one good manipulator, so she knew she could have you wrapped around her finger in absolutely no time. But it was something she wanted to take her time with because she definitely didn’t want you reporting her to any of the schools authorities.
Truth is, she likes her job. But you just make the job way more likable.
It was the start of the morning—Daniela sitting at her desk waiting for class to start, which was only a few minutes from now. But of course as always, you showed up before anyone. Her eyes looked up from the papers she was working on, grading some work for all of her students. But she was intrigued by how smart you were, how if you missed a question to something you’d get everything else correct. That was impressive to her.
She watched you walk to your desk as you waved, “good morning, Ms. Avanzini. How are you?” Your voice was so soft.
Daniela shot you a small smile, “good morning, ____. I’m doing just fine. How about yourself?”
She watched you take your seat, taking your backpack off and setting it down onto the floor. You were wearing such a casual outfit yet she could still see it. She could see it restrained behind your pants, her mouth practically watering from the sight.
“I’m doing good too. I finished that assignment that you gave us, which was pretty easy,” your smug smile was everything to her, but she knew it was playful and innocent. You took pride in knowing that you were always on top of doing your work, “you gotta start giving me harder work though, because it gets boring after a while.”
A low laugh left her, “maybe it’s because you’re so smart, ____. Besides, I just gave you that assignment Monday morning, and it’s only Tuesday. You know it’s due this Friday, correct?”
“Yeah, I know,” she knew exactly how you worked and that no matter how soon she gave you work and where the deadline was, you always did it as early as possible. “I don’t ever wanna accidentally forget about it so when you give us assignments like that, I write it down in my notes as a reminder so I don’t forget. Because I will forget.”
Your laugh was so cute. She wondered what else your voice could do? She shook the thought from her head, “that’s understandable, I’m glad you do them early but don’t ever smother yourself with my work. Just as long as you do them, there’s no need to rush. Even if you miss the deadline, I don’t mind giving you an extra day to do it.”
You loved how understanding Ms. Avanzini was towards all of her students, especially you. It was something that never went unnoticed by you so your thanks to her was you just doing the assignments beforehand.
“Trust me, I definitely take some time to do other things besides work. Just gotta make sure I don’t lose my streak of always getting my work done on time.” You both shared a chuckle. She eyed you from her desk, you not noticing it due to you leaning down and picking up your backpack. You stood up and unzipped it, going into it to find the assignment. You had it in a folder and wanted to go ahead and give it to her. “So here it is—I forgot it was a packet.”
You had done the entire packet in one day. Which she thought was impressive because it was a thick packet and not only that, but her students claimed that her class was the hardest class. But you didn’t think it was, you thought it was one of the easiest. What had her so impressed was the fact that a lot of the questions required you to write a lot, yet you just did it all so easily without any kind of complaints. Even in class when she gave assignments, you were almost always the first one done with every question answered correctly.
You took a hold of the packet and zipped your bag back up, placing it on the floor beside your chair and walking down the steps to her desk. You didn’t notice the way she practically drooled over you, she was able to hide that so well. When you got up close on her desk and walked behind it next to her, you saw that she had one leg crossed over the other. She was always sitting like that, so comfortably in her classroom.
She shuttered slightly at the sight of you next to her, your waist being eye level with her. Fuck—it was there. Just begging to be released and devoured. She could hardly look away, her eyes hesitantly going to the work before her. She uncrossed her legs and leaned against her desk, both her forearms resting there as she looked up at you from the side. You handed her your packet, her fingers brushing yours slightly it had her holding back a moan.
“It’s crazy you did this in one day, ____,” she sat up and eyed the packet, flipping through the pages to see it was all complete, not missing how you knelt down and dropped your gaze on the packet too, “I know you said you don’t focus all your time on this but you could’ve fooled me. I gave you all a week for a reason, you know.”
You chuckled softly which caused her to eye you, “I know but I rather not wait to the very last second like half the people in this class do.” You turned to her, seeing how she had such a small smile on her face as you spoke.
She turned back to the packet and closed it, putting it in the rack of finished work on the corner of her desk. She turned her seat to you, you standing up and looking down at her. She threw her leg back over the other, making sure that the skirt she was wearing slid off her thighs enough to expose her plush thighs to you. She could’ve sworn she saw your cock twitch briefly, making her thoughts squeeze together just slightly.
“Well, you are my star student ____. So I’m glad you’re so level headed and focused all the time. Keep up the good work.” The way your smile plastered across your face almost had her folding completely. Fuck—she wanted to know what other faces you could make for her.
You turned to walk back to your seat, hearing the feet of your classmates down the hall. She watched you walk to your seat. Your back looked so toned too, she wanted to mark it up so badly. She wanted to mark every part of you and ruin you completely. She wondered if any of the things she did like exposing her thighs to you, sometimes having the top button of her shirt open, or even the way she stared at you from over her glasses—she wondered if it did anything to you?
She knew the answer was probably no.
Because you were all about your work. Your grades. Hoping to become valedictorian. With how smart you are, she knows that you could definitely become valedictorian in no time.
You sat back in your seat, your head turning as you saw all the students flooding the classroom. You didn’t know what today’s lesson would be about, but you knew your fellow classmates would make it exhausting. You personally enjoyed Ms. Avanzini’s classes and you knew the only reason half the students never skipped her class was because of how noticeably attractive she was. Even though you didn’t look at her like that, you knew she was gorgeous.
Your eyes were trained on the front of the classroom, going to Ms. Avanzini who now stood up and walked to the front of the classroom behind the podium. You saw she had a stack of papers so you knew there was going to be some kind of long lecture accompanied by an even longer assignment. However, that just never seemed to bother you at all. It was annoying when everyone complained all the time about the work, yet always attended the class.
Everyone took their seats around you, the sound of seats being pulled out and people sitting in them. Already you could hear the groans and sighs of other students around you, the annoyance not doing a thing for Ms. Avanzini. She was the professor—simple, and you were the students so she’d give you all the work you needed to make sure you graduated. Whether anyone liked it or not.
The lights in the room went out slowly, meaning that some kind of PowerPoint was going to be presented today.
“Okay, good morning everyone. Today we’re going to be diving into this presentation. It’s a long one and yes, class is extended to be two hours today,” the entire class collectively groaned, “half of you already know you’re going to walk out before then anyway, so let’s relax.” And that made everyone laugh, a smile creeping on your face. She picked up the projector remote and started it from slide one. You could see that it was slide one out of—eighty seven.
You would be here when lunch started and possibly ended, but you didn’t mind it. You were just going to have your headphones on but still paying attention, which she told you all at the beginning of the semester that she didn’t mind. Just as long as you all jot the slides down in your notebooks. You pulled yours out and placed it on the desk, with a mechanical pencil following along and you putting some led in it. You placed your headphones on your head, low enough so no one could hear but loud enough for you to not hear too much.
She turned to the actually start of the slide and now class had officially started.
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You don’t think you’ve ever written this much in a single day. It was so bad that you had caught a brief cramp in your hand and surprisingly, not many students had left the classroom. Some left to get lunch but came back afterwards. You, however, stayed the entire time because you knew she wouldn’t wait too long. When lunch did come, she gave everyone fifteen minutes to go get something but you didn’t go. You just continued writing in your notes, labeling them for navigation.
But it was the end of class now, so everyone was collecting their things to leave. Ms. Avanzini walked towards the light switch and turned the lights back on, “don’t forget the assignment I gave you all yesterday. Just a reminder that it’s due this Friday.”
You’re sure half of them didn’t hear her, but you definitely did. Not like that mattered to you because you’ve already completed it. They all walked out and you stood up after the fact. You saw her walking to her desk, with you taking the steps down and walking up to her. She saw you and took a seat in her chair, “is there something you need, ____?” She asked you as she leaned down to her bag that was on the floor and pulled it on top of her desk.
“No I don’t need anything, but I don’t really feel like going to lunch right now. So I ordered something.”
“In the middle of class?” Her hands stopped their movements, her eyes going to yours seeing you shrug with a smile. “What did you order?”
“Well I ordered us something. I remembered you forgot your lunch yesterday and wanted to make sure that didn’t happen again. So—I just ordered some breakfast food from that waffle place.”
She stared at you for a moment. You were so considerate and that did something to her. Because she indeed did forget her lunch again. “Oh. You’re talking about Waffle House?” She questioned you, a nod being sent her way from you. She watched you stand and pull a seat to her desk, you taking that seat and leaning back on your phone. “I’m starting to think I might be your favorite teacher.”
You looked up at her, “you most definitely are. You’re the only teacher who understands that this work can be exhausting. It’s pretty cool to have a teacher like that.”
She smiled at you, “is that why you’re always staying after classes and sometimes during lunch?”
With a nod you said, “that’s exactly it. Plus not only that, but you’re just a cool ass teacher. I mean come on, you let us go a day over deadlines, you let us skip class if we’re not feeling well, you do things that other teachers just don’t do and that’s awesome.” You adored her as your teacher, “man it’ll be a pain when I graduate. Knowing I won’t see you as much and being in your class is a little hurtful.”
Her smile faltered for a second. Because she wasn’t going to let that happen—you were definitely going to see her after you graduated. She wouldn’t allow you to even see someone else, not if she had a say in the matter. Without a doubt would she have you way before then. She didn’t have to have you—no, she desperately needed you. She wouldn’t let you graduate if she couldn’t have you.
“Don’t worry ____, you’ll be seeing me after you leave here. I’ll make sure of it.”
As you were talking, a knock echoed on the door. You both looked to the door to see a guy holding your food, causing you to stand up and walk over to him. You greeted him with a smile, which he handed you your food before leaving. You took careful steps down back to your original spot with Ms. Avanzini, placing the food on the desk along with two cups. She watched you with precision, like you were such a delicate little flower. And you were. You were everything.
You carefully took out both plates, seeing her take her seat and you placed her food in front of her along with her drink. “I got you a lemonade, if that’s okay.” You handed her the drink, seeing her take the top off of it to look in it, just before she shook it and drunk a little of it.
“Yeah, it’s good thank you, ____.” Her voice was soft and gentle with a nice smile.
You smiled at that, which you then sat down and grabbed your food and drink. You watched her for a second to make sure she liked the food, which she did. She placed the food off to the side a little so she could pull some papers in front of her to grade. You watched her, looking at the papers before her to see what she was grading. It was assignments dated from last week.
“You always grading work during lunch? Not gonna take a break, Ms. Avanzini?” You questioned, seeing her look at you for a moment.
“Of course. I personally don’t wanna stay unnecessarily long after classes, so yeah. Guess where I got that habit from?” She smirked at you over her glasses, a laugh escaping you.
“But it’s a good idea, though.” You continued eating your food.
“By the way,” she started, “—my friends are coming in here to eat with me for lunch. You can stay if you’d like.”
You nodded, “I’ll probably just go to my seat and listen to music. When are they coming?”
“Uh,” Ms. Avanzini picked up her phone, “in about five minutes.”
You continued eating. You didn’t mind her friends being here because what would you do—she’s the professor. Not only that, but you’re technically on her lunch time in her classroom currently. But you were glad she didn’t mind you being in here because you didn’t talk to no one on campus, simply because people were exhausting.
You tried making friends before but when you did it was always people trying to invite you to join stupid clubs, or weird groups that you did not want to join. So you decided to just be a loner, who just so happens to be really close to your professor. You knew she was very close to your age which was great because it wasn’t awkward at all. You and her shared similarities as far as being in the same age range.
Ms. Avanzini looked at you for a moment, a moment that you didn’t notice. She was so down bad for you it wasn’t even a joke anymore. The simple things that you did like now, from the way you were eating, the way you sat in your seat, the way you always wanted to accompany her. It was the way you were twisting her heart strings in ways that you didn’t notice at all. She was invested in you. Deeply.
The silence was never awkward, and when you heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor, you stopped what you were doing. In came three other professors, Ms. Bannerman, Ms. Laforteza, and Ms. Rajagopalan. They were carrying their lunch bags and the sight of them caused you to stand. You didn’t want to invade or be rude, so you stood and politely waved at them all.
“Good afternoon,” you greeted them all, which they shot you a smile. You were so formal.
“Oh hey, ____,” Ms. Laforteza smiled, watching as you offered her your seat as you removed all your stuff out of her way.
“Didn’t know you’d be in here. Overworking yourself again?” Ms. Rajagopalan asked, a small smile on her face.
You shook your head as you quickly moved to get them two seats, setting them around Ms. Avanzini’s desk, “no ma’am, I promise I’m not overworking myself.”
“Well, we’re glad to see you’re keeping our girl company,” Ms. Bannerman smiled, taking the seat that you placed down for her.
You looked at her, “of course Ms. Bannerman. I won’t disturb you guys—so I’ll just be back there if any of you needs me for something.”
They all smiled at you before you turned to walk up the steps, their eyes lingering on you for a second but it was Ms. Avanzini’s eyes that were sealed on you. You had your food in hand and your drink, walking back up to your seat and sitting there. You placed your headphones on your head and set your phone up, having something playing on it while you ate.
The three women that joined her took out their food, joining Daniela to eat. They knew about her obsession with you and they thought it was a little crazy—but they have all had a student they thought were attractive. But they knew how feral she was over you, how she wanted you so badly. They didn’t, however, know about the pictures she took of you or the way she’d touch herself to them.
“So, Dani. You got her wrapped around your finger, huh? Teachers pet?” Manon teased her, Daniela looking at her over her glasses.
“Yeah, she’s always looming around you,” Lara chimed in, “—have you gotten with her yet or are you still reconsidering it?”
Daniela shrugged, “no I haven’t gotten her yet. I’m just waiting for the right moment, is all.”
Sophia looked at her, “you sure this is something you should be doing though, Dani? I mean, she is your student and that would be very bad if you did.”
Manon turned to Sophia, “I mean—I understand why you would think that but at the same time, Dani’s only 25 and ____ is what, like 20?” She questioned, Daniela sending her a nod. “So it wouldn’t be like bad bad. I mean, I’ve found students attractive before.”
“Yeah that’s true, but did you act on it?” Lara asked, “I’ve also found students attractive before but I haven’t ever thought to act on it.”
Daniela let out a sigh, “well that’s y’all. I don’t want her fucking around with those trashy sorority girls on the campus. She needs someone mature and level headed like herself.”
“We all know you want to fuck her, Dani,” Manon chirped, Daniela’s eyes trailing to her face with an almost annoyed look, “I mean come on, it’s been about two years since you’ve been in a relationship? We know you’re craving that touch from someone, and she’s the one you want huh?”
All the women looked at Daniela, waiting for her answer. She knew exactly what she wanted, but it wasn’t just sex. She wanted you all together. She wanted you to be hers in ways she didn’t know how to put into words. Not only did she want to ruin that innocence of yours, she just wanted you all for herself no matter what it took to get you.
“It’s not just sex, Manon. I mean yeah, I would love to get her in bed but that’s not just what I want.” She informed the three, all of them taking a glance at you before turning back to her.
“So you do want a relationship with her?” Sophia asked.
“I need her to be mine, yeah.” And she was very serious.
Manon looked back at you once more, “I mean I understand the attraction but why do you want a relationship with her I mean—it just doesn’t make sense. You could have practically anyone you want and you’re salivating over a student who’s paying no attention to your advances.”
“Well I don’t just want anyone,” Daniela told her, “I want her and that’s it. And when the right time comes, I will have her.”
They knew there was no way to convince her otherwise, she was very stubborn on this subject. She absolutely adored you and they knew that, they just hoped that this doesn’t end in a very bad way. Which more than likely it wouldn’t because you’re both in the same age range so as far as it being legal, it definitely was. It was just inappropriate for a teacher to mess around with their student but she didn’t care, not when it came to you.
You were so unbeknownst to the conversation that you just laughed softly at the show you were watching in the back of the classroom, Daniela occasionally taking glances at you. She was hardly listening to her friends. You were just so distracting that it had her thighs pressing against one another. The amount of times she’s soaked her panties because of you had seemed endless now, and she wanted so badly to stuff her panties in your mouth.
She wanted you to have everything she had to offer to you. Even if most of that stuff she wanted was sexual, she needed you so badly. She had so many sexual frustrations that she needed to get out and she wanted to let it all out on you. Daniela had never been this into deep with someone before but she just needed you so desperately.
So badly.
And her friends knew.
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It was around 8pm now, and you were sitting in your dorm room with one lamp on and soft music playing from your phone. Your dorm mate had left earlier to go to some kind of party that you didn’t bother asking her about. All you knew was that she was going to be gone all night which meant you had the room to yourself to—just study, play games, or relax. Which was rare for you.
Your dorm mate is in a sorority so parties were something she threw almost every night with the frat guys. It was something that you didn’t mind because she never bothered you and she actually respected you enough to not bring any guys or girls back to the room. There was only one time she did but that was because she was almost blacked out drunk and a guy helped her to your dorm.
The quiet atmosphere was very soothing. You had enjoyed being alone and that showed almost every day when you were on campus. Not many people knew you but it wasn’t hard to see that you were a loner, an independent person who wasn’t really interested in making friends. You just wanted to focus on your studies to make sure you could graduate. No matter how much your teachers wanted you to go out and have fun, you had enough fun alone.
As the silence crept in, a knock on your door resonated throughout your room. You had your notebook in your lap as you sat against the headboard and when the knock sounded again, you placed it aside and stood up. You walked over to the door, hoping it wasn’t your dorm mate because she did say she was going to be out all night. You had your hand on the doorknob, “who is it?” You called.
“It’s your favorite teacher,” the voice replied.
Ms. Avanzini?
What could she be doing here?
You opened the door to see her dressed slightly different from her usual school attire, a casual yet very revealing outfit that you respectfully looked at briefly, also holding a paper that you didn’t recognize, “Uh—hi Ms. Avanzini. What are you doing here so late?”
Her smile was different somehow, but you didn’t let that bother you. “I need to talk to you. Can I come in?” She asked, her eyes trailing over your form. You were wearing a white tank top that hugged your body very well with baggy black sweats, and she would be lying if she didn’t say that it was so hot.
You nodded and stepped aside, “yeah of course. Is everything okay?” You asked, closing the door behind her once she entered the room. You walked over to your bed and grabbed your notebook, taking a seat on the edge.
“Yeah, everything is completely fine, ____.” She turned to you with her arms crossed, not out of annoyance it was just how she chose to stand. “So I wanted to talk to you about your assignment that you turned in today.”
“Okay. What about it?” You asked her, gulping a little out of nervousness.
“So I know you’re my top student, and I know you always give everything a hundred percent. But unfortunately—you failed that assignment.” She saw the way you looked at her in utter confusion, “I was trying to see if maybe you were just wording your answers differently, but no they were extremely off. It’s like someone else completely did your work for you. May I ask you and excuse my language but—what the fuck happened?”
You didn’t even know. You have never failed a single one of her assignments before so you were honestly so shocked. “I uh—I don’t even know, honestly. I used my notes, textbooks, every resource I was supposed to.”
She sighed, “I understand, and that’s why I tell you to take your time with assignments because you get too confident. You didn’t get everything wrong, but you got a lot of it incorrect,” she saw how sad you looked, how hurt you looked, “it’s okay, ____. Stuff like this can happen. This is a hard assignment so please take your time on it next time. If you need my help on it, just let me know. Now, what is your number? You definitely need the help on this so I want you to call me when you start on it.”
You handed her your phone after you unlocked it, which she opened your contacts to see who was in there. Luckily for her, there were no women in there with indications of being more to you than a friend. She typed her number in and saved it as her name, Ms. Avanzini. Even though she wanted to put something different, something she found to be more appropriate. She sent you a message reminding you to do the assignment.
She gave you your phone back, “thank you, Ms. Avanzini. I’m kinda upset at myself for failing that assignment.”
She smiled and shook her head, placing her hand on your shoulder, “I promise you it’s okay, ____. I don’t want you starting on this tonight, okay? I’ll give you a deadline to next Monday. Just make sure you don’t rush it this time, m’kay?” Her smile was so soft and sweet, you could only smile at her. “Now get some rest.”
She saw how disappointed you looked, but her touch on your shoulder reassured you a little. But she wasn’t going to stay too long. God she wanted to take you right then and there. The fact that you were so disappointed in yourself made her want to just pin you underneath herself on your bed and ride you into oblivion until you realize that you weren’t a disappointment.
But it wasn’t time yet. Maybe she could be subtle about it. Maybe she could do something—but what?
—
When she returned to her home, she couldn’t help but stare at your contact. She wanted so much more. She was so hungry for every part of you and it showed. You, however, didn’t see that at all and that was so cute to her. She was sitting on her bed, phone in hand as she scrolled through her gallery of you. She was in her night gown, no panties and just her bra. Like she was waiting for you.
But she wasn’t—unfortunately. Daniela had a video she took of you when you were joking around with her in her class, a video she thought was so adorable. You were standing in front of her desk reading an assignment she had given you, but what made her record it was the fact that you were wearing gray sweatpants that day. She could see your bulge pressing so beautifully against the fabric of your pants.
The video was an unnecessary three minutes long, also being the main video she used to touch herself to. She laid back on her bed, restarting the video from the beginning where she showed your face first. You were talking which made her wet, your voice was like velvet. So soft and gentle, and the effect it had on her was evident. She loved when you actually let her record videos of you.
Which was very often.
The next part of the video went to her zooming out to capture your body from the waist up, the desk covering your legs but she saw all she needed to see. This day, your arms were exposed by the short sleeve shirt you were wearing, your muscles flexing unintentionally from the way you were holding the paper. She watched the video so intently, her hand going to the front of her gown to open it up so slowly.
She loved teasing herself until she got to the good parts of the video. Daniela let out a throaty laugh when you said something funny, her eyes trailing to your arms and hands. They were so big. The amount of things she could do with them was infinite, she needed them so desperately. The way your hands held the paper so gently and softly, like anything you touched would break if you held it too hard.
Daniela huffed once the camera zoomed in on your cock, taking in the way it faintly twitched behind the fabric. She let her index finger trail to her slit, the soft pad of it gently brushing the already sensitive nub. Her body winced slightly, a quick breath leaving her as she did so. Daniela watched when you moved, your cock shifting in your pants just by the smallest of movements.
She wondered how big you were. Your pants never did you any justice because you could never hide that bulge. She wondered if you knew it showed so much—did you like her eyes on you?
Fuck.
The thought drove her insane.
She used her thumb and gently squeezed her clit, the sensation being more intense with how wet she was. Daniela lifted her legs up as she bent her knees and placed her feet against the mattress. She pulled her fingers away and switched to her middle one, letting gently adding pressure as she slowly ran it over her clit. “Fuck…” her voice was already hoarse and ragged because when it came to pleasuring herself to you, anything could set her off.
Her grip on her phone was tight, the woman finding a delicate rhythm and adding more pressure to her frantic rubbing of her clit. She needed you so badly. She wished it was your fingers, your mouth, or your cock making her feel this way. She slowly dragged her finger to the entrance of her soaping pussy, the sound being so erratic yet she loved it. She let her finger bump the edge of her wet cavern, waiting until she saw the part where you turned completely to her and your cock was almost on full display.
She plunged her middle finger inside her when she saw that, “fuck, ____, te necesito tanto (I need you so bad)…” Daniela set a slow and delicate pace. She added a second finger which only increased the sensations. She could feel the way her walls clamped around her fingers, the inside of her walls being so slick and plush that it had her head spinning. She could only imagine what it would feel like for you.
Her middle fingers scissored inside herself, the tips of them grazing that sensitive spot inside her that made her body jerk. She slowly pumped her fingers in and out of herself, feeling how her pussy was already dripping in ways that only you could make it do. A shutter dashed throughout her entire body, her eyes sealed on your cock that shifted every time you moved in the video.
Fuck—she needed it everywhere.
Daniela sat up for a moment and placed the phone on her nightstand beside her. She grabbed a pillow to prop herself up comfortably.
She restarted the video and leaned back against the pillow.
This time, she didn’t hold back. With two fingers, she pulled her folds apart with her left hand and plunged her middle finger in with her right hand. She let her index finger follow, then allowed her thumb to caress her swollen clit so delicately. Her back arched slightly, her spread legs already shaking a little. She removed her left hand and brought it to her mouth, giving it a small lick to taste herself.
The things you do to her.
And you didn’t even know it, did you?
Daniela hooked her fingers that were inside her so she could ram directly into that spot that had her nearly crying out. Her middle finger nudged it every time it fucked inside her, “oh ____,” her voice was weak and ragged, her body grinding forward against her hand to get the edge there faster. She wanted so desperately to cum. And it was very close. Daniela’s hand snaked up her body to close around one of her tits behind her bra, her eyes shutting briefly as you spoke on the video.
She could only imagine the moans you’d let out. How whiny and desperate you’d be to cum. Because she wouldn’t just let you cum—you’d have to earn it.
Her legs started to close around her hand, the shaking being a sign she was right there. Daniela felt that tight knot in her abdomen, her hips jerking slowly against her hand. Her eyes shifted open slightly, watching you on the video with everything she needed to see. It was a part where you stretched, your cock pressing even more visibly in the video. That was all she needed.
She thrusted her fingers a few more times slowly just before her body locked, her thighs clamping around her hand and she stuttered against her bed. “____, baby oh fuck..!” Her hand went to cover her mouth, not that she needed to, just the fact that this orgasm was very extreme. She continued finger fucking herself, feeling her wetness trying to push her fingers out which she eventually did and moving them to her clit to softly rub it.
A chill ran throughout her body, Daniela feeling her slick running down the fat of her ass. She could feel the pulsing of her pussy desperately squeezing around nothing.
She wished it was your cock she came around.
She would overstimulate herself so badly with it.
She would come and never stop.
She needed it.
She needs you.
Her eyes were fixed on the video, watching how you so innocently did nothing but at the same time, every thing. She finally pulled her fingers away, the feeling leaving her empty and very desperate. She watched the video all the way through before she decided to turn her phone off. She didn’t know what she should do. But she knew she wasn’t going to keep fucking herself. She needed you to do it.
But how?
—
You found yourself in the library during lunch, haven’t said anything to Ms. Avanzini today. You were still very upset about failing that assignment so you wanted to find everything you needed to in here. You had so many books scattered around you, writing down almost everything you saw. It amazed you with how much information you haven’t had, but you guessed it was all okay.
It was just you rushing through your work almost every time you got an assignment and this was your sign to stop that. You knew you were very smart but at the same time, you had to take your time this time. Especially since this is an important assignment and you knew Ms. Avanzini wouldn’t want to fail you of all people in her class.
You were cramming everything into your brain, it almost was giving you a headache from how much you were doing at once. But at the same time, this was absolutely necessary. You were so deep into the books that you didn’t notice the presence looming over your shoulder. That is, until you felt taps on the back of your seat, your head turning to see your favorite professor here.
“Is this why you left for lunch, ____? I was waiting for you to get back but you decided not to return? You could’ve done all of this in my class.” Ms. Avanzini had irritation slightly in her voice, her hand propped up on her hip.
“I’m sorry, but I really didn’t wanna distract you on your lunch time,” you sighed out.
She eyed you, being unnecessarily close to you that she was practically in your lap. Ms. Avanzini looked at the table that had books scattered everywhere, “I told you to call me when you started on this. Why didn’t you?” Her voice had so much authority it made you quiver a little.
“Um… I don’t know. I mean, I know I can do it on my own—“
“No, you can’t.” Her stare was so intense, the eye contact making you almost crumble in your seat, “you failed it and I told you to let me know when you started on it so I can help you.” She wasn’t playing around and you could tell, “do you wanna fail me? You don’t wanna fail my classes, because you know I don’t have a problem with failing you.”
Where was this coming from? She was always so nice and sweet to you but the venom laced in her voice was so different from her usual tender voice.
“No ma’am, I don’t wanna fail your classes. I swear to you that I didn’t mean—“
“Then do it right,” there was a pause in between you both, your eyes barely able to meet hers. She wasn’t going to allow that, her index finger reaching out to your chin to pull your face back to look at her, “don’t fail this again. I promise you will regret it.”
She dropped her finger from your chin and turned away slowly, walking away with a sway in her hips.
What the fuck was that?
You didn’t even know how to react. You just watched her walk out the library, seeing her take one more glance at you before she rounded the corner. But you were feeling a little guilty now, like you didn’t know what to do or say.
But she’s your favorite teacher. And you didn’t want her to be upset with you.
—
It was the end of the day, Daniela was in her classroom working on papers, grading them and putting them in files. She had soft music playing in the room, the sun was creeping through the windows of the classroom overcasting a warm orange glow. She was moving around her room, humming softly to the songs that played.
Ms. Avanzini was so focused she didn’t even see you enter the classroom, and you didn’t want to startle her. So you knocked gently on the door and calling out to her, “Ms. Avanzini?” You were trying not to upset her and hopefully she wasn’t upset at you before in the library which you know she probably wasn’t, you maybe saw it wrongly.
Your professor turned to you, a few folders cradled in her arms. She didn’t say anything fora moment, until a small and gentle smile formed on her face, “come in, ____.” She inquired, which instantly had you walking down the steps and towards her. She had walked over to her desk and stood behind it, spreading the folders out and around. She looked up at you, “everything alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, everything is okay,” your hand went to the back of your neck, your fingers scratching it lightly before dropping it back to your side, “I just—well I felt like you were upset with me earlier for falling that assignment, and I didn’t want you to be. I know it was a hard assignment and I should’ve taken my time on it but I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”
Yes. It worked.
Her first manipulation tactic.
She knew you wouldn’t want her to be angry at you and that was exactly what you didn’t want. She tried to hide the smirk on her face which she did by turning it into a small smile, “it’s okay, ____. Yes I want you to take your time on these assignments, which is the only reason I did get a little upset. Just make sure you take your time this time.”
You nodded, “I promise you I will,” you both exchanged a look that said you were okay with each other, “is there anything I can help you with in here? I was gonna go back to my dorm but my dorm mates there with some guy, so I don’t wanna get in the way of that.”
She looked around, “sure, you can help me organize these assignments. These are the folders that you need to put them in. They’re all labeled with everyone’s names so just find the folders and put the assignments in them. I already graded them. I’ll be handing you more when I grade these.”
“Okay, I got you.” She watched you take your bag off your shoulder and placing it in front of her desk on the floor, just before you went to grab a chair and put it on the side of her desk. You sat in it and placed your phone upright on the desk, her eyes going to it to see it light up for a second and seeing your wallpaper. It was a picture of yourself, a selfie of yourself smiling. She would love to get pictures of you like that.
But she shoved that thought away.
Ms. Avanzini took her seat and began grading paperwork, carefully going over all that was before her. You looked up and saw that it was so much work. You found this to be cool though, just feeling her with her work with a comfortable silence accompanied by the soft hum of music to sooth you both. She loved how you were so eager to please her, so determined to make sure you didn’t fail her in any way.
The way you sat in your seat so close to her made her want to just ravage you. You literally do nothing and it makes her pussy so wet for you, every time. She stood up and walked around you. She was going to her filing cabinet for some more papers she didn’t have to grade right now, but she wanted your eyes to linger on her which she knows they did. She could feel your eyes on her, which she made sure to add a noticeable sway to her walk.
She had a pen in her hand, making sure to accidentally drop it. You looked at her and saw her bend over, her skirt hiking up and her panties being on full display. Your eyes were as wide as the moon, her panties being white laced with pink. They looked so tight against her, because you could shamefully see the outline of her lips pressing against the fabric of her panties.
You tried to look away—you really did.
Ms. Avanzini stood back up slowly. She opened the filing cabinet and resumed what she was doing, grabbing some papers and closing it before turning back to you. You quickly looked away, your hand going to the thigh of your pants and pulling it away from your crotch. You were getting aroused now, and that was the most embarrassing thing.
She saw you adjusting yourself, a smirk forming on her lips knowing that her plan was successful. Half of it at least. She walked close to you, making sure her hip nudged you slightly before she returned to her seat. She sat down and saw you avoiding her eyes, which made her take the liberty of unbuttoning the top button of her shirt to expose parts of her cleavage. You were so cute when you were flustered.
Ms. Avanzini picked up her pen and propped her other arm on the desk, it folded underneath her breasts to push it up further for you to see. But she could see how you were avoiding her eyes, but she wanted your attention, “so ____.” You looked up at her to see that her top was indeed unbuttoned slightly, “how have you been feeling about that assignment? You seemed stressed about it.”
You shook your head, “no I’m good, Ms. Avanzini. It is a bit stressful to think about, I can’t lie but it’s okay.”
Her stare was like a lioness, her eyes being sharp and piercing, “you don’t have anything to relive that stress?” You didn’t notice the way her voice dropped just slightly, her eyes staring at you over her glasses as her face continued looking down at the papers before her.
“I usually just try to go to sleep or play some games.” That was all you did.
“No girlfriend? Or any women at all? Parties?”
She knew what kind of person you were. You were the one who had her life on track already.
You shook your head, “nah, not at all. I get invited to parties by my dorm mate, but I don’t go because of the women there,” you chuckled softly, her heart fluttering at that, “I definitely don’t wanna get tangled with any of those sorority girls. I’ve seen some of them eyeing me before but I’m definitely not into any of them.”
She didn’t like that at all. No one deserved to look at you other than her. No one deserved to get in you in bed but her.
“So you’re not interested in anyone romantically?” She was trying her hardest not to be direct with her words.
“Not at all, no. I mean there’s some cute girls here…” her jaw clenched at that, subtle irritation spread across her face, “—but I know they’re nothing but trouble.”
She nodded towards you, her eyes going to the papers in front of her. “What about hook ups?” She needed to know it all, she needed to make sure you weren’t tainting yourself with all the trashy women out there. Even though she knew you more than likely weren’t.
The question caught you off guard but you chuckled softly, “no, I haven’t hooked up with anyone. Especially not anyone from this school,” she could feel relief wash over her, “the only thing I’ve ever done is pleasure myself…” your eyes went wide as you looked away, “—which now that I saw it out loud, it’s very embarrassing. I’m sorry.”
She laughed softly, your eyes letting hers, “it’s okay, it’s not embarrassing. I understand I’m your teacher but at the same time, we’re almost the same age. So it’s okay.”
“Oh yeah, well I guess you’re right.” But now you were curious, “what about you Ms. Avanzini? Do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?”
“I’ve been single for the past two years.” She didn’t sound sad about it or anything, just disappointed.
“Really? Have you been like—putting yourself out there? You know like dating apps, or going out, stuff like that?” You had cautiously asked her, trying to make sure you didn’t overstep your boundaries.
“Not really. I go out with my girls but I don’t really mess around. I’ve had meaningless hookups before with guys who couldn’t even last five minutes, so I’m definitely off the market for them,” your laugh made her soften, “but I do have my eye on someone right now, though.”
“Oh yeah? How come you haven’t made a move on them, then? I’m sure they would be happy to know you are interested in them.”
She stared at you for a moment, her eyes swiftly dropping to your lips and then back up at your face before you could notice. You looked so good with the sun hitting your face just right, highlighting your features in such a beautiful way. Oh what she would give to just ride your face and your cock with no mercy. You were entrapped in her brain.
“Well,” Ms. Avanzini sat back and placed her pen down, “they are a little young and I’m not sure if they are into older women. But not only that, I don’t want to come off to strong because I really do like them.”
You nodded, “I mean there’s nothing wrong with older women, plus you’re still in your 20s. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind at all because I know I wouldn’t.”
She was glad she got that confirmation from you. Even though she didn’t care if you liked older women or not, you were going to be hers. She so desperately wanted to get her hands on you. Daniela stood up again and this time, she walked to the side of you. You stared up at her, watching her lean on her palm against the desk to watch what you were doing.
“What?” You asked her with a laugh. She didn’t respond, her hand going up to your shoulder and gently caressing it. You stiffened slightly, her stare on you intense.
“I need you to help me with something.” You just looked at her, the feel of her hand dropping before she pointed behind her to a set of boxes, one sitting on a table behind you and the other on the floor, “ a bunch of heavy textbooks in there. We’re going to be using them in class tomorrow. They’re labeled with everyone’s names so I need to sort em out and put them in their assigned area.”
“Alright, yeah I got it.” You told her. You stood up and followed behind her. You were going to go for the one on the floor but she went for it, unexpectedly bending down once more to get it. The action caused you to bump into her, her ass being pressed firmly against your crotch. You could feel not only her ass, but her lower lips fully against you in a way that made you freeze.
You didn’t know what to do, hearing her let out a small moan as she rocked her hips against you gently. You pulled away, “I’m so sorry,” your voice came out as a whisper.
You weren’t even hard and she could feel how big you were.
It was so foreign.
Fuck she needed you back right there.
You saw she couldn’t pick the box up and decided to get it yourself with her grabbing the other. You both walked back over to her desk and placed the boxes side by side on the floor. Now you were embarrassed and you could feel yourself growing in your pants. Her panties were completely ruined now, the slick clinging around her lips and drenching her covered clit.
Daniela didn’t say anything when she returned to her seat. How could she? Now she knows she needs you. Fuck she needs you so badly.
—
You didn’t even realize that the day was practically ending now, the sun had went down and you were sure it was just you and Ms. Avanzini in the school now. Well at least on this side of the building. She had graded so much and you were now putting all the files in her cabinet. You checked your phone to see it was 8:47pm, which was very late to be in the school right now—for you at least.
You were supposed to be in bed sleeping or at least in your dorm, but you were here helping her out. It was something you didn’t mind though, you were actually happy to help her. Once you turned around though, you saw how she was packing her things. But she was staring at you for a moment before she resumed packing her stuff.
“So ____. Remember how I asked you about reliving stress?” She asked you, her eyes flicking to your face.
You walked over to her, “yeah, what about it?” You leaned against the desk and watched her pack.
She was tired of waiting.
“I have a good way to help you relieve it.” Your head tilted to the side, trying to figure out what that could’ve meant. She saw your confusion, causing her to stop what she was doing and walked around her desk and behind you. You stood up straight and was about to turn until you felt her hand go to the back of your shirt, “don’t turn around. Your tag is sticking out of your shirt.”
But it wasn’t. Not even a little bit.
Her hand went to the collar of your shirt, touching where the tag was supposed to be and tucking nothing into your shirt. You thought she was going to move away, but she pressed her front against your backside fully, causing you to lean against the desk. This was something she had never done with you before, and you couldn’t even form words towards it. Your heart was stammering.
Ms. Avanzini’s hand reached forward slowly, her fingertips lightly going up to your shoulder and tracing it.
“Uh—Ms. Avan…”
“Shh,” she let her fingertips tail down your bicep, feeling the way it tensed and flexed underneath her touch, “you said you needed a stress relief, didn’t you?” Her voice was so seductive and low.
What the hell?
Ms. Avanzini pulled away but never took her hands off of you, turning you around with your backside now being pressed against the desk. “Isn’t this inappropriate, we can’t do—“
Her index finger went to your lips, “there’s nothing wrong with this.” Her hand went to your abdomen, your eyes following before you heard a disapproved groan come from her, “eyes up here, ____. Don’t think I forgot about you pushing your dick on me earlier.”
Your eyes went wide, “no—no that was an accident, I swear!”
Watching you stutter was so cute. It turned her on so much, “was it though? I’ve seen the way you look at me. Watching me when I wear thigh highs or unbutton my top just a fraction. Eres tan patética (you’re so pathetic),” she could see the way you shuddered. “Tell me the truth, ____. How many times have you watched me from your seat up there, hm?”
“I uh—I haven’t…”
She shook her head with a click of her tongue, “yes you have and that’s okay. When I bent over earlier—did that turn you on? Hm?” Her free hand went up to cup your jaw in her hand, making sure you couldn’t look away at all. “Tell me, ____. Either that or I submit that paper of yours that you failed, and that’ll fuck your overall gpa up wouldn’t it? That would be such a shame.” Her laugh was evil.
Your mouth was parted slightly, a small whimper escaping you. You definitely didn’t want that to happen, but why the fuck was she doing this. “Ms. Avanzini, what is going on?”
She rolled her neck with a sigh, “you’re not answering the question.”
“And neither are you,” you cautiously shot back, seeing a smirk tug at her lips, “I know I failed that assignment but I’m not understanding what you’re trying to gain here.”
She took a moment to respond. Her eyes closing before looking back at you. “All this work I’ve been doing has gotten me all wound up. It’s been so long since I had someone pay so much attention to me. But the way you effortlessly meet all those standards I want in someone, me excita (it turns me on),” you didn’t quite understand but you could kind of get the gist of it.
Her hand carefully went into your pants, seeing your body lock up as she did. Her hand went to the bulge in your pants, her palm going to rest against it and feeling it twitch against her hand. It was so hot and heavy, feeling how it was waking up from the touch she had against it.
“So tell me, love. Did I turn you on earlier? I bent over just for you.”
You nodded frantically, “yes it did.” Your voice came out quietly, a smile spreading across her lips.
Her hand went from your bulge to the hem of your boxers, pulling it down enough to free it inside your pants. She could see the way it bobbed inside of them, but she didn’t want to hide it anymore. She used her other hand to pull your pants underneath your sack, her eyes excitedly looking down to finally being able to see it.
Fuck—she was right.
You were so big, way bigger than anything she has ever taken.
Her eyes went to your face, “you want this, baby? Because I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long.”
You twitched when her hand enclosed around your cock, your hips jerking back and forth in her hand weakly and desperately. “Fuck—yes I do, Ms—“
“Enough of that bullshit. Call me by my name.”
You couldn’t even respond before she started slowly stroking your cock. There was pre-cum already at the tip and she collected it with her thumb before smearing it around the sensitive head. Your hand reached for her wrist, her hand swatting it away so she could continue her ministrations. Daniela jerked your so gently, feeling the way your veins slid against the web of her hand in such a sultry way.
She watched your face, watching how your eyes fluttered when she stroked you down to the base with a tight grip that she loosened as she pulled back. “You’re so fucking sexy, it’s almost pathetic how easily you fold for me,” she wrapped her other hand around it before she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Your eyes followed her, watching her look up to you.
Your hand reached up to push her away but she pushed it away, “relax,” she batted her lashes at you, your breathing being caught in your throat. You let your hand fall back to your side, your eyes sealed on Daniela in front of you. She twisted her hands around your cock, the feeling having your knees damn near buckling. You’ve never been touched like this before and it shows very well.
She loved the fact that no one else touched you before, and that only made her increase her efforts. Your cock was making such an erratic sound when she used one hand to twist around the head, a slick sound resonating throughout the classroom. Your heart thumped harshly in your chest, your eyes fluttering slightly. She didn’t even have to lube your cock up with the amount of pre-cum you were leaking, the substance leaking from your tip and falling in between her thighs onto the floor.
She was mesmerized by your cock. Fascinated even. “You like this, ____? Never had anyone touch you like this. And look, you’re leaking all over the floor. Such a dirty girl.” She increased her pace, using one hand to massage your tip and feeling you leak into her palm, using that hand and the other to coat you throughly. Daniela smiled at the way you whimpered—she has wanted to hear that for so long.
“Dani—oh fuck…” that was like music to her ears. Her thighs squeezed as she tried to hold herself up.
You were so fucking sexy above her, and knowing that you were already close was the best fucking view in the entire world. Daniela smiled at your hand reaching out to touch her but not sure where to put it, so she grabbed it and held it in her hand just for a second. “____,” her voice called, finally gaining your attention, “have you ever gotten head before?”
Your heart was stuck in your throat, but she didn’t even give you time to reply when you say her stick her tongue out and slide it across the underside of your cock. The thick vein she ran her tongue over was the most sensitive. It caused your hand to shoot you to your mouth, trying your hardest to keep in all the sounds that threatened to spill from you.
That same hand she took a hold of, she placed it on the back of her head before she decided to wrap her warm lips around your tip, slowly sinking down and making sure her tongue swirled around your head as she did. You were shaking so much, and it only fueled her to suck you faster. She placed one hand on your balls, caressing them so she could get you to cum faster.
With your inexperience, she knew it wouldn’t be long before you blew. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Almost every student wanted your teacher and you had her sucking you off with so little efforts into even earning this from her. But she knew you deserved this. You deserved every part of her body she wanted you to have.
Her lips settled at your tip, suctioning around it as she stroked what she didn’t put in her mouth. The salty taste of your pre-cum had her eyes rolling back, your taste being so divine and alluring. She loved it all because unlike the guys she had given head to in the past, your smell was actually great and so was your taste. That made this much more pleasurable.
She loved how her clit throbbed and leaked, the wetness spreading on her panties. Her tongue darted over your slit, “Daniela—I…” her sucking harshly on your tip shut you up, your hand going back to your mouth to cover up your sounds. But you weren’t succeeding in hiding your noises, the sounds spilling around your palm and practically giving her an ear-gasm.
Daniela removed her hand from your cock and took as much of you as she could down her throat, her lips only fitting halfway before she pulled back and began a slow and steady bob of her head. You didn’t want to mess her hair up, but you couldn’t help it when you slightly tugged on her hair. Her eyes went up to your face, seeing that you had dropped your hand and placed it on the desk you were leaning on, your knuckles almost turning white.
She knew you were close, which is why she was now deep throating you. Her hands went to the back of your thighs, pulling you forward to get you to fuck into her mouth. She wasn’t worried about you not moving your hips, but she wasn’t going to stop her actions of pulling you into her mouth. Daniela was lucky she didn’t have a gag reflex, because with the way your cock was basically stuffed down her throat would’ve had her in tears by now.
You let your other hand fall to your abdomen, going to the base of your cock to try and pull yourself away. But she wasn’t going to allow that. She grabbed your hand and practically slammed it to your side, her eyes staring up at you so dangerously just waiting for you to break. “I’m gonna cum…” she needed it so badly, and with the way your cock twitch against the inside of her cheeks let her know everything.
Daniela pulled back and let her tongue trail around your cock, encircling it before letting her lips close around it, a deep suction with her hand’s wrapping around your cock as she began jerking you in her mouth. Your legs shook, your hand shooting up to your mouth before you bit down, feeling your balls tense before the euphoric essence traveled from there and through your cock just before flowing out through your thick head. “Daniela—“ you bit harshly against your hand.
Daniela didn’t stop, when she felt that first spurt, she took you all the way into her mouth. Your body felt like jelly, but Daniela continued suckling on your head just for a second. She pulled back and looked up at you, pressing one of her palms against your tip so it wouldn’t get all over her. Your moaning voice was everything, the sound traveling straight to her pussy that was quivering in her panties.
“There you go, baby,” her hand slowly worked you over. She continued stroking you through it, slowly standing and continuing her moves. She was practically eye level with you, her other hand going to the one that you were using to stifle your moans. You instantly let out a deep whine, your eyes being unable to stay open and your legs almost collapsing underneath you. She wrapped one arm around your waist, her hand still stroking your cock that was now sandwiched between her thigh.
Fuck this was everything. Watching you fall apart was the best sight ever.
“Fuck…” your voice came out as a whimper.
Daniela slowed her hand, just before she stroked all the way to the tip one last time and pulled gently on the head of it, squeezing out everything you had to offer. Her hand stopped, but her hold on you didn’t release until a second later. She looked down at your cock that was softening, yet it didn’t seem like it was. You were huge even on soft.
“I would love to ride you right fucking here but the janitors will be walking down that hall any minute,” her hand let you go before she tucked it back in your pants, watching you twitch from it grazing your pants due to sensitivity, “so you better clean this up. I’ll see you in class tomorrow, won’t I?” She leaned forward and placed a kiss on your cheek, “don’t be late. Because I will come and find you.”
She took a step away from you just before she gathered her purse that was almost forgotten on the desk. One of her hands went to your face before she traced your jaw and walked away from you. You stood there, breathless, watching her hips swaying as she exited the classroom. Your entire body was hot, your cock limp and weak in your pants. You adjusted your pants to a more comfortable position. That was—something.
And you didn’t know if you were delirious or what, but your body definitely wanted more.
That was unexpected, really.
—
You sat in your same seat. Class was ending and you tried your hardest to gather your things and leave the classroom fast.
“____, I need to see you after class.” Daniela called.
Fuck.
You were trying so hard to leave, trying your hardest to not get entangled into whatever she wanted. Your shoulders slouched just slightly, watching everyone walk out the classroom leaving you and Daniela alone.
“Close the door. Make sure to lock it.” It wasn’t a question, it was a direct order. You did it without hesitation, seeing her lean against the desk with her arms crossed over her chest. You walked down the steps and stopped before her, your eyes avoiding her face, “you’re trying to avoid me?” She questioned.
You shook your head, “no ma’am, I wasn’t.”
She eyed you up and down, “how are you feeling?” She asked you.
“Are we pretending that last night didn’t happen Ms. Ava—I mean Daniela?”
She didn’t look amused at all, she knew exactly what happened and she memorized every single moment of it. The way you could hardly last long enough or take it enough to barely stand. “I’m not pretending that anything didn’t happen. I want it to happen again,” she didn’t hesitate with her words at all, she knew exactly what she wanted, “but first, I need your help. Again.”
You were hesitant at first but she knew you wouldn’t deny her, “okay, what is it?”
She unfolded her arms and uncrossed her ankles from each other. “I helped relieve your stress last night. All this work I’ve been caught up on—I need to relieve some stress too.” She saw how your face held nothing but confusion, so she hiked her skirt up a little to show you her soaked panties. “Have you ever ate pussy before? Our time last night has been the only thing on my mind. I need you so badly.”
Your breath hitched—fuck—she’s so beautiful. You can admit that you wanted her more since what happened last night.
“Daniela, I understand your stress but at the same time this is very inappropriate,” she didn’t seemed phased with that at all, “I mean I do find you to be very attractive but at the same time, I don’t wanna risk you losing your job or anything like that.”
“The only way I’d lose my job is if you run your mouth to someone,” her voice was so soft yet you knew it was nothing but venom in her words, “and you don’t wanna know what’ll happen if I do lose my job now do you, baby?” You shook your head, a victorious smile etching across her face. She lifted her hand up, her pointer finger waving backwards to herself, “come here.” You were now standing before her, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. “On your knees.”
This was so crazy, yet it had a pool of pleasure shooting to your cock. Daniela’s eyes followed you as you kneeled slowly, your face tilting up to look at her with those beautiful eyes. She hummed in approval, her hand going to tangle in your hair before she gently pulled you into her thighs. You grabbed onto them both, steadying yourself so you didn’t fall completely into her. “You don’t understand how many nights I’ve imagined you underneath me. Fuck, the wait was well worth it.”
You looked up at her again, seeing her eyes already trained on you. She was very gorgeous so you could understand the attraction everyone was feeling towards her. But to know she wanted you and what it seemed to be, she wanted only you. She softly tugged on your hair, a deep grunt leaving you. Daniela had a tight grip in your hair, pulling you back enough so she could lean down and closer to your face. “You want me, baby? You can’t deny you haven’t thought about last night just as much as me.”
Of course you thought about it. It was the main thing you were thinking about last night actually. “Yes Daniela… I thought about it a lot.”
“Tell me exactly what you were thinking about, ____.” Fuck she was evil. She wanted you to say words that she knew you wouldn’t usually say. But then again, she knows you would rather die than disobey her.
“I—I thought about what it would be like to… penetrate—“
“Uh uh, ____. You know the word I want you to use. Say it.”
You swallowed harshly, “I thought about what it would be like to fuck you. I—I couldn’t sleep last night because you were all I was thinking about. I wanted you to do more than just—suck my—“
“Shh,” she pushed your head back into her lap, a throaty chuckle escaping her, “I want that too. But we don’t have time for that. Not here,” Daniela pulled your head back slightly and let your hair go, her hands going back behind her to lean against the desk, “now baby, take my underwear off. I want you to eat me until I can’t walk. No teeth. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
She watched you reach up her plush thighs with shaky hands, the warmth of your palms finally being where she wanted them for so long. She let out an audible gasp, letting you take all the time you need. Daniela let her hand go back to your head, caressing your head gently to sooth any nerves you were feeling. You could see that there was a visible wetness on her lacy panties.
Your fingertips went to the hem of her panties, her legs spreading slightly so you could do so. Her hips lifted from the desk so you could pull them down enough to where they exposed her folds. You could see how the slick stuck to her underwear when you pulled them down, a sigh of relief escaping her. Her pussy was beautiful, the smell of it flowing into your nose. It was a very sweet smell that made you shudder.
She saw how you just stared at her pussy, “it’s not gonna eat itself, ____,” there was a slight annoyance in her voice, “come on.”
You eyed her clit that was sticking out from in between her folds, being completely exposed to your eyes. A huff of air left her mouth. You didn’t know what you were doing, darting your tongue out to flick her clit with your tongue. Her entire body shook, her grip in your hair tightening. You did it again, but this time you kept your tongue there and rubbed her nub softly. The taste was divine, and the feeling for her was everything.
She couldn’t help but force your face closer to her, causing your mouth to open completely for her with your lips now being in between her folds. Your nose was pressed firmly against her, your tongue clashing back and forth with the delicate bean you ate so clumsily. Even though you didn’t know what you were doing, it felt like heaven to her, “así de fácil (just like that), ____ baby, fuck…”
Her praise egged you on, your tongue folding around her clit to suck it gently. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt before, and it shocked her how skillfully you were doing it with no experience at all. Her legs threatened to give out, which she then lifted one of her legs to throw it over your shoulder. You grabbed it with your hand and held it close to your face, the position giving you more access to her.
You could feel her hole anticipating you, letting your tongue tease it before you dove in to it. “Fuck!” A quiet shout left her. You could feel her walls clamping around your tongue, which you took as a sign to plunge it in and out of her. Your tongue wasn’t short at all, and she could feel it reaching in places no man had ever reached. “Damn it ____, fuck—how can you reach that?”
Daniela’s head threw back, her eyes shutting as she tried to savor the feeling. But you were building her orgasm quickly, she could already taste it on the tip of her tongue. Her hips began bucking against your face, both her hands now on the back of your head to fuck herself against your tongue. She pulled your head in time with her bucking hips, her nails biting into your scalp. The way you dragged your tongue on either side of her walls had her body stuttering, her leg tightening on the right side of your head where her leg was hoisted up.
You would be lying if you said you could breathe properly, but you were becoming addicted to the taste. Not only that but you were extremely hard, your hand going to the tent in your pants to palm your erection. It was enough for now to relieve the ache there. Her eyes trailed down to you, seeing what you were doing. A shaky laugh left her, her head titling to the side to get a better look, “aw poor baby. Getting hard from just eating my pussy? You make me cum and I’ll reward you.”
You hummed against her pussy, the vibrations making her walls flutter more around your tongue. “Fuck you’re doing so good…” her grip in your hair was tight, the hold making your eyes roll behind your closed lids, “—I’m already close.”
You doubled your efforts now, your hand going to the back of her thigh and the other holding her thigh that was on your shoulder closer to you. You made sure that every time your tongue delved into her that your nose bumped her clit. You’ve watched porn so you knew that drove women crazy. You let your lips suction around her clit and pulled your tongue from her hole that was leaking over your chin.
You knew that the clit was what drove them crazy as well, do you let your tongue bump it every time you suckled on it. “About to cum, ____…” you wanted her to cum, so you made sure to pull her against your mouth to rush her into an orgasm. And you were doing it just right. Daniela gripped the desk with one hand, her other hand still tangled in your hair almost pulling your hair out. Her eyes shot open when she heard a knock on the door, but you didn’t register it, “____, stop.”
You couldn’t register anything that was being said. You closed your lips around her clit and sucked harshly, Daniela’s eyes closing as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a cry of pleasure. She could feel her high right there on the edge, her pussy throbbing in your mouth, her juices soaking your chin and her inner thighs. She tried to pull your head away but you weren’t budging.
Just as the knock sounded again, Daniela felt that coil snap unbelievably hard, her mouth opening before she placed her hand over to try and stop the loud moans that escaped her. You could taste her cum pouring into your mouth, her hips bucking weakly against your face. Once you finally realized she was releasing, you pulled your lips off and just used your tongue, overstimulating her to the max.
Daniela didn’t want this to end, but she had to. Her teeth gritted harshly before she pulled you by your hair with a harsh tug, causing you to fall back on your behind. You stared up at her breathless. She didn’t mean for it to be so hard, but the knock on the door had her panicking slightly. It also excited her too. She eyed you down, your cum covered face being the most beautiful canvas she’s ever seen. She needed that to last longer.
Her legs wobbled slightly, but you crawled to her and helped her pull her panties up once you heard the knock sound on the door again. Lucky for her, her slickness only got on her inner thighs so it wouldn’t be noticeable unless whoever was at the door actually looked at her, “go get the door.” She told you, which you stood up and walked up the steps. Your heart was hammering, hoping that what you both were doing was noticed somehow.
When you unlocked and opened the door, you were greeted with the face of the school’s principal.
“Oh, good evening, ____! I should’ve known you were here, how are you?” He asked warmly.
You gave him a convincing smile, “oh I’m great sir, thanks for asking.”
He looked behind you to see Daniela was sitting at her desk, her pen in her hand as she began writing on something that was more than likely work. “I just came to talk with Ms. Avanzini, so sorry for the interruptions.”
Daniela spoke up from her desk, “it’s alright, come in.”
He walked past you with you following behind him. He stood in front of Daniela’s desk, with you pulling a seat up and sitting next to her. The principal had a folder in his arms that he placed in front of Daniela. He opened it before speaking, “so I just came in here to talk about the work you’ve been giving your students. Now I don’t have a problem with it but this is a level 2 class but I’ve been getting complaints from them saying it feels harder.”
Daniela’s brow raised before she put her pen down, “so because they’re not studying their notes or writing anything down, it’s my fault?” Her arms were crossed over her chest, your eyes darting in between both of them.
“Not at all, Ms. Avanzini. I just noticed that this is the class mostly all students are failing which lets me know either you’re not teaching them correctly, they’re not studying their notes like you said, or they’re distracted.”
“Distracted by what?” She asked him.
He looked away briefly, “well I know that this school doesn’t have a dress code policy because well—no one follows them. But the small skirts you wear along with the tight shirts can be quite the distraction.” He didn’t want to make it seem like he had looked before but obviously he has. Her outfits were always distracting.
“What does that have to do with me?” She asked him, “____ hasn’t failed a single assignment I’ve given her. She always studies, take notes, and sometimes stay after hours to do extra work. So to me, it sounds like the ones that are failing are failing because of their little efforts, not because of me.” The moment was getting intense. It was clear that Daniela was getting annoyed and wanted him to leave but she couldn’t tell her boss to fuck off.
“I understand that. ____ here is a bright student yes, but other students need more thorough understanding when it comes to your lessons. This is a hard class, trust me, I know. I just need you to—“
“What you need to do is let them know that this is a serious class. Every day I come in here and teach them, invite half of them to stay after class for extra lessons. 95% of them don’t even stay in here for half of the class.”
And that was the truth. You were practically always the last one to leave and every time, no one wanted to stay behind to do extra work. This is college for crying out loud.
“Again, I understand that Ms. Avanzini but you have to—“
“Look sir,” you could see the way the principal gulped. If you didn’t know then you wouldn’t thought she was his boss, “—these are not kids. They will do whatever the hell they want and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I give them what they need to pass, what they do with that information is on them. Please refrain from coming in here with some actual information and nothing as ridiculous as this.”
Your lips sealed tightly, trying your hardest not to burst out with laughter. She did NOT care nor was she afraid to go off on someone. Not even her boss.
He faltered a little before nodding, “you know what, you’re absolutely right, my apologies. Just please try to be a little harder on them, because I want them all to graduate and I know you do too.” There was silence for a second, you and Daniela both staring at him, “I’ll be checking in from time to time just to make sure that they are doing their work and taking notes. Thank you for your time, Ms. Avanzini.”
She just nodded at him, the man picking up the folder and smiling at you both. He eyed you once more, stopping and looking at your face intently, “____, were you sleeping in class again? You got a bit of—something wet on your face.” He thought it was saliva, but you knew what it was.
Daniela looked down to hide her smile, one finger going to her hair and scratching her scalp. You just nodded, “yes sir, sorry about that, hadn’t gotten any sleep last night.”
He nodded with a gentle smile, “ahh, I gotcha. Studying too hard I see. Well, I’ll leave you two to it, alright?”
You were so embarrassed.
Daniela thought it was so funny though.
When the door closed behind the principal, she let out a small laugh. You used the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe your mouth. You didn’t even realize it was that much. You saw Daniela stand up, taking long strides until she stood in front of you with both hands on her hips. Her hand went to your chin to pull your face upwards to her. She didn’t say anything, just leaning down to gently press a deep kiss to your lips. You didn’t know what was going on anymore but you felt like this was right.
Nothing about it felt wrong and you craved her touch so much more. Daniela let her tongue battle with yours, hers sliding over your own and sucking on it. The taste of her on your tongue was everything to her. Her fingers drifted to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss was so sloppy and messy, your saliva intermingling and escaping your mouths ever so often. She knew she was having an effect on you, especially from how deep your breathing was.
Daniela pulled away with a wet pop, her eyes half lidded as she stared down at you with her bottom lip in between her teeth, “how about we start on that assignment later tonight. After I finish grading these assignments, you’re coming back home with me. How does that sound?”
Your entire heart was beating incredibly fast, your lips quivering slightly.
You knew this wasn’t about the assignment.
She wanted to finish what you kept getting interrupted doing.
And you wanted that too.
“That sounds fine, Daniela.”
She smiled at you. She knew what this meant.
She finally had you.
You were finally hers.
—
Surprisingly, you were working on the assignment. If you were being honest, you had completely forgot that what had happened earlier just a little. You wanted to make sure you passed this assignment this time. She had invited you into her home, which was very cozy and inviting. You were in her bedroom, sitting at the desk that she had tucked in the corner of the room. She was currently in the kitchen, making you both some dinner which was comforting.
She made sure that you felt at home even though you didn’t have any clothes to wear, you would just wear your clothes that you wore today in classes which was almost always baggy sweats and and a t shirt. You were going to leave after you were done with the assignment any way, so it was all good. Now that you’re taking your time on the assignment, you see how you were getting all of that stuff wrong. You were second guessing yourself on this assignment but it was easily correctable.
That was one thing you hated about your brain, overthinking. But since Daniela urged you so hard to take your time with this assignment, you definitely were. You would be lying if you didn’t say you were hungry though, because you didn’t have lunch—well not actual lunch. You could feel your face heat up from the thought of what you did earlier, the moments being etched into your brain practically. The thought of it got you throbbing softly in your pants, your mind wandering somewhere else.
You shook your head and stared back at the assignment. You were now on a question that you weren’t understanding. So you knew that you had to ask Daniela who was cooking dinner. You stood up from your seat, walking to her door. Your head was down once you walked out, “____.” Her voice was soft, she was already headed back to the room as you were leaving.
You were looking down at the paper, “hey Dani, I’m stumped on this question. It says here that,” your voice slowed once you looked up, seeing the woman standing there in a pink lingerie set, “I’m—supposed to,” she could hear how you were clearly shocked by this, “uh Daniela?” She didn’t say anything. Her face had a very evil smirk etched upon it. She walked so slowly over to you, her palm going to your chest as she pushed gently which caused you to walk backwards into her room.
That’s exactly what she wanted.
You weren’t going to deny her.
Not now.
And she knew that.
You were backing up until your backside hit the desk you were working on, the packet falling out of your hands. You eyed it and so did she, which you tried to lean down and grab it but her hand snaked up to your throat, having a firm grip on it. The way your breath hitched caused a deep chuckle to lean her, a chuckle that was so lust filled and ready—for you. Daniela pressed her body against yours, her entire front covering yours. She was smaller than you but still managed to overpower you.
And she loved that.
Her hand slid to the section between your ear and jaw, holding it firmly and helping eye contact that entire time. She turned your head to the side slightly, her face leaning closer to the side of your throat. You could feel her warm breath there, her hand sliding to the front of your jaw to place her thumb against your bottom lip. Her lips placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, the sensation making you shiver.
Her thigh was in between your spread legs. She could feel how hard you were getting, making her press her thigh against it earning a whimper from you. Her other hand went to the back of your head, holding you steady, “been wanting this since you started my class,” her hand that was on your head entangled into your hair. She held you steady, “every day I would imagine what it would be like to fuck you stupid in my bed. You really thought we were coming here to fucking work?” She laughed against your throat, “yeah, I got some work for you to do.”
Her lips slid delicately against your throat to the spot underneath your ear, latching onto the spot and sucking ever so slightly. Her hand that was on your face slid teasingly down your arm, her nails leaving trails in your skin feeling you shiver at the touch. “Daniela, it’s going on Thursday. I gotta…”
She but you off by pressing her nails deeply into your bicep, “you really are clueless, aren’t you?” She pulled away from your throat, her face being mere inches from yours, “I was going to pass you for that assignment whether you failed it or not,” she confessed, seeing your eyes go wide slightly, “that was my first plan to get you back here. To get you to understand that you’re mine, and no other woman on or off campus can have you.”
You stared at her dumbfounded, “so you—you were planning to blackmail me? If I didn’t…”
Daniela nodded, “I knew you weren’t going to say no to anything I asked you to do. Because you’re my best student aren’t you? The teachers pet? Or my favorite, Ms. Avanzini’s girl?”
She was so dark and twisted yet—it ignited a fire in the pit of your stomach.
This is something you wouldn’t normally be into, not even a little bit.
Daniela loved every reaction from you.
“You know how long I’ve waited for this? To have you in my bed?” She didn’t let you respond before she used her strength to swiftly turn you around and practically threw you on her bed, your body bouncing up slightly from the impact. She wasted no time in crawling on top of you, straddling your thighs where she could feel the tent in your pants brushing against where she wanted you. She leaned down close to your ear, “to have you pinned underneath me?”
A low chuckle sounded in your ear, Daniela sat back up and firmly pressed her bottom on your crotch. She saw the way you bit your lip to stifle your moan.
She bit her lip at the sight of you, at the victory of knowing she finally could have you.
Her hands went to your abdomen underneath your shirt, feeling you tense slightly from the way her fingertips glided across your skin. You could feel the wetness spreading over your pants, her hips rocking ever so slightly on your clothed cock.
“Bet you didn’t even know I took pictures and videos of you in class, did you baby?” With all the information she’s already told you, you’re not surprised at all and she knew that, “I got tired of using that stupid fucking rose toy,” her hands went to your shirt, going to the collar and grasping it harshly to rip it open, “I can’t count how many times I fucked myself with a dildo and wanted to show you. And then when I finally got your number, I almost did it. Would you have liked that, ____? Me sending you videos fucking myself moaning your name?”
You winced when the sound of the fabric actually ripped. For someone so small, you didn’t think she’d be able to use such strength against you. You knew she wanted an answer from you, “yes I would’ve Dani,” she loved that answer and for some reason, a small thread of boldness crept in your chest, “I would’ve jerked off to them and sent you videos too.”
You could feel her clit throb against you. The sound of the fabric being ripped completely before she pulled it off and tossed the cloth aside. A shudder left her lips from finally being able to see your entire body—well your torso. She wanted to mark you everywhere, but she had wanted to fuck you for so long so she wasn’t going to tease you too much.
“Naughty girl,” she slid down your body watching your eyes follow her. Her hands went up to the hem of your pants, and she didn’t miss the way your cock throbbed in your sweats. She pulled your pants off almost too fast, pushing it down your thighs to reveal your dark gray boxers that had a wet patch of pre-cum spreading where the tip was pressed. “I see how eager you are, mi amor,” her hands went to your boxers as she pulled them down too, your cock bobbing up and down before standing stiff.
She slid her panties down her thighs so teasingly, grabbing it and balling it up in her hand.
You could see the haze of her eyes, the way she looked so determined to ride you into oblivion. But you were nervous and she saw that.
“Daniela, are we gonna use protection for this? I really like you… I do, but I don’t want to get you pregnant.” She climbed back over you as she took a hold of your cock, holding it from in between her legs as she stroked you tenderly, “I just don’t know if this is a game for you or something. Like it feels like you love the chase and I don’t wanna get more attached than I already am.”
There it was.
She knew she had you then.
You were hers.
“You don’t need protection, love, because after this,” she lifted her hips up and angled your cock to her warm heat, your legs tensing when you felt the tip get caught on the edge of her entrance, “—nobody will ever have access to you like I do.” She sunk down slowly, not because she wanted to, but because you were bigger than average. And the burn felt incredible, her legs trembling as she took more and more of you into her.
She was wet enough for you to not use any lube, but the fit was still incredibly tight. Once she managed to take you fully to the hilt, your balls hitting her ass, you felt like you were going to explode. Your eyes closed shut, the feeling so foreign that not a single word left your mouth, only breathless huffs of air. Daniela’s eyes were trained on your face, seeing how you looked to be out of breath and in absolute bliss. She loved every second of it.
But she didn’t want to go slow. She waited way too long for this.
She lifted her hips up quickly and sunk down as fast as she could. Your body shuddering from every harsh bounce she gave. She knew you were inexperienced and that made this so much more thrilling. The sound of her hips making an impact with your own was so sinful, your eyes opening slightly to watch her on top of you. She was divine, and you would be lying if you didn’t say you felt like you were falling for her. Every time she lifted up, you could see the liquid from her pussy leaking out and around your cock.
Her bounces weren’t gentle at all, she needed you to cum in her. The way she stared down at you made you feel like prey, her mouth parted slightly as she drunk in every reaction you made. It amazed her how she couldn’t take you all the way every time she went down your cock. Her pussy was so tight for you, your hands reaching out for her for stability but she slapped them away causing you to look at her in confusion.
She had a smug smirk on her face, her hips continuing to slam down over top of you, “I said I’ve wanted to fuck you, so keep your hands off.” You pulled your hands to your chest, not sure exactly what to do with them. But you wanted to touch her. She saw how your eyes were trained on her bouncing breasts. She slowed her hips for a second, turning her bounces into grinds that made you wince. You could feel your cock stirring her insides, hitting every nook and cranny of her plush walls.
“But Dani, I wanna..!” She shoved her balled up panties in your mouth, the taste causing you to moan but her putting it in your mouth making you whimper.
“Shut up,” her voice was harsh, “I don’t want you talking. I want you to lie there and let me use you.” She chuckled wickedly. “Hands by your head.”
You didn’t hesitate but apparently your movements were too slow, seeing as she grabbed them and slammed them beside your head. Her hips picked back up before she began slamming down on your cock. You could only let out muffled moans, your eyes closing but opening from a sharp but light slap she sent to your cheek.
“Watch me, ____,” her hips didn’t falter, “watch me fucking own you, mi amor.”
Her fingers dug into your wrists, Daniela dropping her hips in circles as she slid up and down your cock. It was a feeling that you didn’t think you’d ever forget. Your hands turned into fists, trying your hardest to hold your composure. The way her walls massaged and suctioned around you had your tip nudging the deepest parts of her. You could feel the thick glob of pre-cum leaking from your head which was being pushed deeper into her.
You felt a spongy spot inside her, seeing how it made her hips stutter briefly before she drove you into her slower so you could repeatedly hit that spot.
You watched her eye roll back, her head tilting up in the air. She pushed her hips back and forth against you, the feeling of your cock curving perfectly and hitting every spot just right. She slowly moved her hips against your own, the squelching sound sounding like a melodic sultry symphony that only you both could listen to. Daniela’s head looked back down at you, seeing how you were watching her so intently.
Her body pressed further against yours with her hair curtaining around your head. She placed her head against your neck, her lips going to your throat to gather a bit of your skin in between her teeth. She nibbled on it before she let her lips take it over, her tongue swiping underneath it so suck it harshly. She moaned at the sound of you grunting from the sting being very overwhelming.
Her hips never stopped. She managed get her pussy to engulf you fully when she sunk down, the feeling of your balls hitting her ass every time she sunk down. You muffled moans had her attacking your neck, the combination almost throwing you into a frenzy. Daniela could feel you twitching inside her. It only urged her to go harder, her lips leaving her lips so she could watch you fall apart.
She sat up to watch you, her bottom lip in between her teeth, “ahi tienes bebé (there you go baby),” she let go of your wrists and placed one palm firmly on your chest to hold you down, “puedo sentir lo cerca que estás (I can feel how close you are),” she flushed her hips with yours, grinding them in circles and watching as you twitched underneath her. “Vamos, nena, ven por mí (come on baby, come for me).”
You could barely keep it together and it didn’t help with the fact that her Spanish voice was one of the sexiest things you’ve heard even if you didn’t understand her. Your hands were curled into your sides, trying your hardest to ground yourself. You watched her change positions, her feet planting on the sides of you which showed everything. She placed one hand on her thigh, the other going to your abdomen to keep herself steady.
She was only riding the tip now, which was super sensitive. She wanted you to see everything, especially the way her pussy fluttered around your thick head. You could see how her clit leaked, her arousal dripping down onto your abdomen. You were pulsing so badly, both of your eyes watching the way she went in and out of you. She grabbed the part of your cock that wasn’t inside her, slowly jerking it which built your high faster.
Your body tensed, Daniela looking up at your face. She reached for the panties stuffed in your mouth, pulling them out which caused a dragged moan to leave you. “Dani…” your voice was a pathetic whimper, only fueling her more.
“Come on baby, don’t hold it back,” she removed her hand from your cock and slowly sunk back down.
“Fu—ah—fuck Dani..!” She watched your teeth grit, your body shaking before a thick warm spurt shot directly against her unprotected cervix.
The warmth was everything. She moaned loudly at the feeling, her eyes locking on your face watching you struggle to handle it. Your hands reached out to her for a second, just before she grabbed them and pulled them towards her. She held them away from you, feeling your pulse quickening under her palms. She wasn’t done though. If anything she aimed to work you over more, dragging out your orgasm.
“Dani please… oh shit..!” Your hips writhed underneath her.
This was a sight to behold for her.
She has waited so long to watch you break under her moaning and begging uncontrollably for her to stop.
“You can take it, mi amor,” her hips raised to and continued their assault on your cock. She would pull almost all the way off and sink back down harshly, “you can cum again, can’t you baby? I’m close so I’m not fucking stopping.”
She pulled one of your hands underneath her bra to touch her breasts, feeling how shaky your hand was. Your eyes couldn’t even open properly. You lifted your knees up to ground yourself, your feet planted underneath you but your legs were buckling. Daniela released your other hand and took a hold of your hips underneath her, pulling you into her every time she slammed down onto you. Your whimpers were so cute, the overstimulation being something that was frying your brain.
You’ve overstimulated yourself before but this was on another level. You didn’t have a say in when it would stop.
It was amazing yet overwhelming.
Daniela was using you for her own pleasure now, fucking herself on your cock. She was so close. Her eyes were shut tightly, her mouth parted slightly. “Joder bebe (fuck baby), estoy a punto de ir por ti (I’m about to come for you), mierda! (Fuck!)”
Daniela pulled you against her before she dropped your hips and slammed on top of you, one of her hands going to your throat and tightening. Your breath caught in your throat, Daniela having a firm grip of your throat and cock before she slowed her hips. Her legs twitched, her body tensing. You felt how tight she had gotten, her walls spasming around you before they contracted completely.
“____, fuckkk—baby oh fuck!” Her grip on your throat seemed to tighten, which only pushed another weak orgasm out of you. She felt it sloshing around in her, your eyes going down to watch it trickle down. She rocked back and forth gently, over working both of your orgasms until you were shaking. Her body twitched on top of you, her hips slowly coming to a stop with so much hesitance.
Her hold on your throat loosened. Daniela let out a sigh before her eyes landed on your face, watching your chest heave which was accompanied by your harsh breathing.
She could feel you twitching inside her, your softening cock not leaving her warmth. She wasn’t going to allow that. Daniela reached down between your bodies, her fingers spreading her lips so you could see how her clit twitched and throbbed. The sight of you fully sheathed in her was a sight to behold. She lifted up just a little to show you, “look at this mess you made, mi amor.” You winced when she sunk back down.
She sat herself there, not for a second wanting to pull off of you.
Daniela knew it was dangerous to have to cum inside her, but she wasn’t going to let herself get pregnant. Not yet at least. She leaned over to her bedside table and grabbed a cloth, wiping the sweat from her face. She pulled herself off of you slowly, the emptiness hitting her.
You were dumbfounded, your eyes locked on the ceiling before you sat up and watched her. She walked to the desk where you were previously working. She turned to you, “don’t worry about this. You passed it.”
You didn’t know how to feel, but you knew that this was the start of—something.
And you wanted it to be the start of something.
But don’t worry, she had you before you even knew it.
You are and will ALWAYS be Ms. Avanzini’s Girl.
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Authors Note — Did I cook, chat? Bro this was so long and to whoever read it all the way through, you’re the goat lmao. I spent like two days on it because I was HIGHLY inspired. But to anyone who had requests, please know I’m working on them! Also when you do request, please lemme know if you want it to be a whole story or just a one shot. Thank you all, hopefully you enjoyed! I’ll be back with another one later!
Can you write 2nd part of modern au (professor nadia) when mc comes back after few months or year to confess again?
Thank you for the requests and thank you anon! 💖 You guys really make me want to turn this to a slow burn ficcccc
Link to Part 1
NadiaxMC Teacher/Student AU Part 2
MC graduates and Nadia watches on the sidelines beaming with pride when MC crosses the stage. She’ll give 2 gifts to MC once there are no more eyes watching. She’s no longer their teacher but Nadia is still fearful if they crossed the boundaries now (did you hear? did you hear?). Someday will still have to do no matter how much her heart aches.
She visits MC just before midnight. She knocks on their door and can’t help the fond smile that grows on her lips when a heavy-eyed MC dressed in pyjamas opens the door, still rubbing sleep from their eyes.
“Won’t you invite me in?”
MC’s eyes widen and stumble on their words as they open the door and gestures for Nadia to come in.
“I won’t trouble you for long. I just came to give you my congratulations and give you a gift” Nadia presents MC with an elegant bouquet of flowers held together by a simple red silk ribbon. Reminiscent of the ones MC had given her so long ago.
“Congratulations. I know you’ll do amazing things out there” Nadia loves the blush that blossoms on MC’s cheeks, but she knows this is not the right time for them. Regret and longing weighs every step she takes towards the door. She gives one last gift to MC before she opens the door. A kiss. Nadia wishes time would stop. Wishes that someday would be today. But Nadia knows she must pull away. So she does and settles for committing the kiss to memory.
“Maybe someday” Nadia’s voice is heartbreaking yet hopeful. Not today but in the future. She says the words as a promise. For her benefit and MC’s.
Then she’s gone with a soft click of the door. MC stands paralysed where Nadia leaves them, a hand frozen over their lips. Then a grin breaks out when MC looks down at the bouquet of flowers, eyes brimming with tears.
Their stars finally align 4 years later when MC is finally established and becoming rather the prominent figure. They’re celebrating the opening day of their latest project when a familiar figure emerges from the crowd. Time slows down until Nadia was standing right in front of MC. She looks as beautiful as she did 4 years ago. There’s something reverent and adoring in her gaze that strips the air from MC’s lungs. It’s been years and yet all those buried feelings come rushing back. MC is still defenceless against the sparks and the flames that burn them to cinders.
MC barely hears her over the roaring of their heart.
“I came to offer my congratulations” Nadia beams with pride and takes a step closer. Déjà vu hits MC in waves. MC’s eyes flit down to the emerald necklace Nadia is grasping on her chest.
“I made you a promise 4 years ago and I intend on fulfilling it” Nadia lets out a shaky breath and grips the necklace tighter.
“If you’d let me” She looks at MC, her gaze pleading and searching. MC would later find the irony of their roles being reversed.
MC releases the breath they’ve been holding and pulls down Nadia for a kiss, taking her by surprise. MC can’t help but sigh once their lips meet.
Nadia as Dr Frankenstein AU for Halloween please and thanks 🎃👻
Thank you for the request and I hope you like where this went. Nadia and Frankenstein basically went to the extreme opposing ends of the spectrum when it comes to greeting and their reaction to their creation.
I’ll still be working on the remaining Halloween requests until they’re down btw!
Happy Halloween!
Nadia x MC Frankenstein!AU - Bring Me To Life
It was a stormy night and the plan for her contraption is nearing its completion, Nadia is sure of it. She only needed to obtain the most important component of the experiment, MC. Her beloved darling MC who lays cold and still down the coldest room of the Palace dungeons as an effort to keep decay at a minimum.
Nadia had collected their body from the abhorrent underbelly of the Lazaret herself the night before they were set to be burned along with the rest of them. She couldn’t stomach the idea of MC’s corpse being treated so perfunctorily, they deserved more than that. Deserved to be more than the ash coating the sands of that dreadful island. Deserved to be more than bones washed ashore.
Her desperation and grief have led her to this. She couldn’t wait for Asra to finish his ritual, the masquerade was months away and she loathed sitting maudlin with nothing to do but fiddle with her thumbs. She wouldn’t let her apathy take her dearest away again. No, this time she’ll make sure she is far more ardent with her actions. Asra’s plan would serve as a safety net to her own.
She’s careful enough to tighten each bolt of the contraption before she leaves her workshop in her Contemplation tower and makes her descent down the Palace dungeons using the secret passageways. Her trek down to the dungeons is short with her long hurried strides, time is of the essence for what she’s about to do next.
MC’s body is covered in a single white sheet and perched on a metal slab. Nadia shivers as she enters the dark room, grasping for the lantern hanging by the hook. She ventures further into the room until she’s standing directly in front of her beloved’s corpse. She’s been here countless times but it had always felt disarming staring down at the corpse of someone who she cherished.
MC had once been so vibrant and vivacious. Their peculiar charm radiating like the morning sun, lulling anyone close to their vicinity with feelings of warmth and serene delight. One almost wishes they could store it a bottle to be made to an elixir. Nadia thinks if it were, it would be utterly potent against her. But now they lay before her deathly still, pale as the sheet that covers them. She shakes herself out of her reveries. She was running out of time.
She leans down and takes MC into her arms. The coldness of their skin seeps into her warmth, a sickly smell tickling her nose. The plague still brands their skin, red veins crawling up like pesky vines. Their face is gaunt and ashen, she could feel the sharpness of their bones protruding.
It took Nadia a few trials to perfect her methods and contraption, resulting in stitches and lines where MC’s skin and flesh were torn by the high voltage of lightning coursing through her contraption. It took some time to adapt her methods to using the right voltage. But she’d be damn if she let a minor inconvenience halt her progress.
She carries MC up into her tower and gently lays them down against the iron slab, carefully securing and fastening their limbs in place. She runs through the motions until she’s satisfied with her work. She must achieve something beyond perfection, beyond human, beyond nature.
“I will never let you go. Not without a fight. Never again” she says in a voice beyond a whisper, her thumb ghosting above their lower lip. They were icy to the touch and coloured a lonely blue. She frowns, remembering the time those same lips had felt warm and laced with intoxicating sweetness.
“I fear if I were to be without you for any longer I’d die” her tears fall into MC’s cheek and slowly cascades down their face. Nadia remembers the days she swallowed by grief and despair. The bile inducing desperation that clung to her each night MC laid cold under the dungeons. The sickening heartache each time her experiment hadn’t worked. The tormenting nights when she had to sew her MC back together resulted by her incompetence in succeeding in her tests, her tears clouding her vision.
A crashing thunder snaps her musings and pitches her back to reality. That changes tonight. It was only a matter of waiting for the most opportune moment and pulling the lever. She moves away from MC and into the control panel, turning gears and pulling at the switch. Now all she needed was lighting to hit the receptor.
And as luck would have it, she didn't need to wait too long. Lightning struck the receptor and surged through the conductors when Nadia had pulled the lever. The electricity shocks MC’s corpse into animation. Their body convulsing against the torrent of pure energy. Blinding light violently permeates across the room, blinding Nadia until it recedes.
Nadia is still clutching at the lever, knuckles white with force, by the time the room exhales into stillness. MC’s body continues to tremble and jerk, muscles contracting against the ghosts of electric waves. Then they too become still.
Nadia lets out a frustrated huff and makes her way to untie MC from their bindings. She was in the process of untying the last buckle when MC’s eyes opened. Nadia isn’t sure whether her yelp was of horror or excitement, her palm felt clammy trying to undo the last buckle and set MC free.
They watch her with scared and confused eyes, reminiscent of a hunted doe. Nadia is quick to reassure them with a soothing touch, taking them into the refuge of her arms and promising them safety.
MC’s eyes still bear the red sclera of the plague and patches of skin claimed by discolouration but they were a thing of perfection in Nadia’s loving gaze. Her dearest MC back in her arms. She finds it easier to breathe, easier to let go of verisimilitude when the proof of miracles was right before her eyes.
She’ll learn to ignore the horrifying look Asra will wear tomorrow along with the ghastly sound that escapes Julian’s lips when she comes down to greet them with her arms around her darling MC. She’ll live with the whispers and gossips of her necromancy and deals with the Devil. She knew the truth and her stance will never waiver. Not when MC lives before her. Not when she knew that their life was brought back by her own terrible will.
Yes none of them matters now. All that matters is the person sitting before her, eyes blinking in recognition.
“N….a..di..a” they say her name like a child learning their first word, tasting each letter with a rusty tongue. It brings Nadia a feeling so wondrous it leaves her being brimming with rapture. She brings their forehead together, cupping their face so tender like she’s afraid they’ll break at any moment.
“Not even death can keep you away from me, my love” she looks into their eyes, her intense gaze holding a simultaneous promise and threat.
“I’ll destroy anyone who hurts you” she whispers the words against their lips, an oath of sorts. MC can’t help but shiver at her whispered violence. The rain almost drowns her words but MC feels the effect the same way. Nadia bites their bottom lip before she makes her last assurance to MC.
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{miranda priestly x reader - older woman x younger woman}
BACK IN THE DAYS
chapter one - the tears
chapter two - the letters
chapter three - the sit down
chapter four - the kisses
chapter five - the divorce
chapter six - the paris apartment
chapter seven - the breakup
chapter eight - the mommy
warnings - eighteen & over mdni, grief, anxiety, angst, fluff, flashback, age gap relationship, slow-burn, old school romance, wholesome, wlw breakup, mommy priestly smut!
author’s note - it’s inspired by the first dwp, reader will have a name, hopefully more chapters to come, oh and happy pride!
Her hand moves from behind your neck, trailing your jawline, until she rests it cupping your cheek.
The older woman’s thumb gently and slowly grazes your bottom lip, making you shiver.
She notices and a small smile creeps on hers.
This brief touch causes such an ache in your core.
You can tell her gaze is searching your face in the dark, until finally landing on your eyes.
“Still want that kiss?”, her voice is soft, with a hint of mischief.
It couldn’t have been a worse time to lose yours, all you can do is quickly nod.
Her smile grows.
“A hypothetical one or an actual kiss?”, there’s a tease in her tone, poking at something.
Your brows furrow for a second.
Then you remember the sink.
The dinner from three years ago, here in Paris, except she was in your apartment.
You had asked her for a ‘hypothetical kiss’.
Miranda Priestly’s thumb firmly runs across your lips a few times, as if she’s enjoying the sensation. You’re tempted to part your mouth and latch onto her with your tongue, but you feel paralysed.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want”, she coos, her own mouth stretching into a grin.
‘Not fair. Not fair. Not fair’.
It’s useless to even attempt it, you’ll feel silly.
“Mm, I don’t hear anything…”
“Guess I’m mistaken”, she retrieves her hand.
You turn around to face away from the older woman in a huff, in protest and hear a soft peal of laughter coming from behind.
Miranda scoots closer to you until she fits her front snuggly with your back. Her fingers slowly trail your arm, teasing you. She leans over you slightly, until she has view of your sulking face.
“You’re so used to getting everything you want, aren’t you princess?”, her breath hits your ear, making you throb.
“That little humble act you put on may fool everyone else, but deep down I know what you are Rayna Ravitz”.
“I know what you desire most”.
The fingers on your arm move down to grip your waist, no longer on your borrowed silk pyjamas, but directly on your skin.
You feel yourself pool instantly in your panties.
“And I’m not Andrea Sachs”, her lips linger on your earlobe, hand moving higher up inside your shirt, towards your breasts, resting just below.
“I won’t give it up to you that easily”, she presses her mouth lightly on your jawline, trailing down your neck. As if about to take her first bite of you.
It’s heaven and it’s torture, doing unspeakable things inside you and all over your body.
“I’ll make you work for it”, she slides back up so her lips are by your ear again.
“You spoilt girl”, her voice whispers right inside.
“Don’t you think I’ve imagined what you might sound like underneath me?”.
“If it wasn’t for your voice being gone and this mess you’re in with Andrea. I would have you this very moment”.
“I want to hear your every squirm and whimper when I finally take this needy little cunt”, her hand moves from below your breasts down to the waistband of your borrowed pyjamas.
‘Please go inside’.
“Did you touch yourself? After ogling me in my study everyday. Instead of focusing on your homework”, there’s a deep lust in her delivery.
You nod desperately.
“Did you imagine my hands all over you?”, her fingers dip into the pyjamas, as if about to rub.
God, yes.
Sometimes even in Cassie’s room, when they were at their dad’s and it was just you and her.
Though you could never admit it to yourself back in high school, that it was Miranda Priestly directly making you feel this way.
It always was, obviously.
You nod again, feeling your face heat up.
“There was never a crush on a boy at school was there? You lied to me”, her voice is low.
‘Of course, I lied’, you wish you can say.
“It was me, wasn’t it? Your silly little crush”.
‘Yes, always you’.
“I saw it miles away, before you uttered a word”.
‘I wish I’d been bolder’.
“Do you know how much that frightened me?”, her voice turns a bit breathy.
“My daughters’ teen best friend lusting over me”.
The older woman swallows thickly.
She pauses.
“You wanted to get me in trouble, didn’t you?”.
You shake your head.
“What would your father have said?”.
‘I don’t care’.
“Why do you think I never looked your way.”
“If I hadn’t been as careful, disciplined as I was…I would have lost everything because of you”.
‘I wouldn’t have told anyone’, you want to say.
“You, however, have zero discipline”.
“We’ll soon straighten that out”, her voice is firm.
‘Please, do it now’.
“I can already smell how soaked you are”, she hovers directly onto your panties without touching.
‘Please, let her have me’, you pray to Aphrodite.
“It doesn’t take much, does it?”.
“Are you always this needy?”, she taunts.
Yes, and you need her more than ever.
Your hand covers hers, pressing it down. She releases a small sound, like a moan, feeling you so wet, but slips her hand away, back to your waist.
Miranda tuts disapprovingly.
All she needs to do is rub once or twice, over your panties and you think you’ll come hard.
That’s how close you feel.
“I need you to finish whatever you have left with my former assistant”.
“I will not be sharing you”.
You tilt your face more towards her as if to express that it’s already done.
The older woman laughs.
“Don’t be naive”.
“It’s never as simple as her getting with Emily Charlton. She’s clearly still in love with you”.
Why is this turning you on so much?
“Andrea will come begging for you, disguised as closure. She’ll seduce you with those innocent eyes and next thing you’ll be in bed with her”.
Okay, well, that’s kind of how it happened to begin with and then all the final, final, final times that followed. You couldn’t resist her doe eyes.
“I saw the challenge in her tonight”.
“She’ll be coming for you, mark my words”.
Well, she cheated. There’s no unseeing her kissing Emily, so there’s no way you’d just sleep with her again, after all that.
You’re done.
Right?
“I am a very jealous woman, Rayna”, her fingers move from under your shirt to caress your cheek.
This causes you to shiver.
You remember the story of a young Jacqueline Follet and a vengeful Miranda Priestly.
“Do you know how much I had to hold myself, watching that brunette all over you these past months?”, her hand moves to rest on your neck.
You shake your head.
“Finish this thing with her”, she leans in more.
You nod, feeling exhilarated by her demand.
“Then, you’ll plan that date you begged me for”, you can hear the smugness in her tone.
Miranda suddenly departs from your body and you immediately want to cry from the empty space now beside you instead.
She turns and faces the other way.
‘Please don’t leave me like this’.
All you can think of is if you can die from arousal.
Your body mimics hers, this time being the one who scoots closer, until you’re a perfect fit again.
Not wanting to push her boundaries, you simply hook your arm around her waist and press your face against the back of her neck.
She allows it.
Without further words exchanged.
You ache so badly, you consider slipping back to the guest bedroom to take care of yourself.
You can be quick.
But what did she say again?
‘Zero discipline’.
She’ll know.
‘I’m so fucked’.
Your hand holds her tighter as an anchor to your impulsive thoughts.
And as the night continues, her hand slowly finds itself on top of the one on her waist, leaving it to rest there, like a safety blanket.
You decide before falling asleep that you’ll do anything and absolutely everything to keep her.
Miranda won’t fall through your grasp again.
You’ll no longer be another sad ‘bachelor’ waiting for her turn. You plan to marry her and stay married to her, for the rest of your lives.
Although the steps towards this are a bit unclear.
But if you’re here, snuggled in bed with said woman, after everything, after years of yearning, then anything is possible. Surely?
The last thought in you is the ending scene of the 1952 novel, ‘The Price of Salt’, for some reason.
When the first light of the morning sun streams through her windows, you’ve already been in the kitchen for at least an hour, figuring out how to work the stove and deciding which ingredients would be contributing to your breakfast.
Oeufs en Cocotte is what comes to mind, your mother made it all the time. You watched her and sometimes she’d let you ‘help’.
It can’t be hard, can it?
Okay, eggs, some cream, unsalted butter? You might have to run out for that specifically. No Zucchini, no Parmesan, but she has Gruyère, perfect. Ham, garlic, black pepper, yup, chives? Might have to add them to the shopping list, oh and a probably a baguette. That should be it.
Easy peasy.
A little taste of the South of France once again.
You shower, the steam is wonderful but your voice still isn’t back. You leave a note in case the older woman wakes up, happy to be wearing your own clothes from the suitcase Andy dropped off.
{Just gone to pick up more ingredients for our breakfast and some coffee! Bisous x}
Miranda’s apartment is in one of the prettiest buildings you’ve seen in Paris. It’s ancient, in that romantic way, compared to your modern one.
Roy offers to drive you to the nearest bakery and market to find the items on your list.
It takes you much longer than you anticipated, feeling a little out of your comfort zone.
No one recognises you with the dark shades, although you still feel exhausted by the time you return. Your hands balancing too many items.
Thankfully, Miranda is still asleep.
You rummage quietly through the kitchen, looking for a cast-iron pot before grabbing your phone upstairs to search up the recipe.
The second you turn it on, you’re bombarded by so many messages and missed calls, from people you haven’t even heard from in years.
All of them discussing the Matthieu Delacroix collection and the live streamed fashion show, especially your proposal to Andy.
‘Fuck me’.
Speaking of which, you decide to check her reply to you from last night. Your heart rate already increasing at the thought alone.
‘I won’t ever stop being sorry for hurting you. I really wish I could erase that moment, with all my heart. And you have to know that I did feel secure with you, until phase four was getting closer to the end and we finally talked about it.
I didn’t mention the other job offer I have in NY because I still hoped we could somehow make it work, you and me. But with everything now, I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable seeing me around, so I decided to resign and start fresh somewhere else.
Honestly, I agree with you. It might be for the best that we do have some space. But I think we should also talk beforehand? Like, have some kind of closure about all this?
When do you fly back?
I’m taking an earlier flight.
Can we just talk about this face to face when your voice comes back, please? Then we can move on.
I’ll miss you too, a lot.
You know this.
You’re my best friend.
I still love and care for you.
I’m just sorry I fucked things for us to even be friends right now. I think that’s what hurts most because you told me at the start it could end this way and I was so sure it wouldn’t.’
Voicenote 00:32
“hey…it’s me. i’m just kinda freaking out over everything…and i don’t know what to do……………. i know i’ve texted you lot, ray…and i’m really sorry to ask again, but please can i see you?…please let’s not do this over text…not just for closure alone, but so we can figure out how to best navigate the media…[sighs]…i don’t know if you’ve seen by now, the proposal has been printed pretty much everywhere…and i don’t know what to do from here, without speaking to you properly”, her voice has a particular tone that eats at you a little, because you can’t stand to see her sad or crying.
The heaviness in your heart returns after reading through all of this and hearing her for the first time since the Palace of Versailles.
She sounds low and heartbroken.
‘I don’t know if I can see you right now.’
With the oven now pre-heating and the casserole dish greased with olive oil, you move with your phone to the sink to fill up the kettle with water.
‘How come?’
‘Do you hate me?’
You sigh deeply and lock your phone, re-focusing on arranging the ham at the bottom of the dish.
‘I hate the situation I’m in with you.’
The recipe suggests to sprinkle a tablespoon of Gruyère cheese, pour in cream, then season it with garlic and black pepper.
This is the part you loved ‘helping’ your mother with most as a child. You can almost hear her.
‘Mate la neige noire tomber sur le sol blanc!’, she’d shout with excitement, back in the days.
Now you wonder what she would think of this scene of you, making breakfast for Miranda. The same woman she advised to marry rich, or at least be with some who respected and loved her.
‘Moi, c'est le mec blindé maman et je suis aussi à fond sur elle. T'es toujours OK?’.
Would she be understanding? Considering your father and her had a ten year age gap.
You’d like to think she’d be on your side.
No matter what.
Thankfully the yolks remain intact when you crack the eggs on top. This has to be perfect.
You sprinkle another tablespoon of the cheese, along with chives, the final little touch and voilà!
Your gaze slowly finds your phone and you pick it up, wanting the feelings inside you to disappear.
‘I hate me too.’
‘No Andy, obviously I don’t hate you.’
‘I just don’t know if it’s a good idea emotionally.’
‘Don’t you think we should have some kind of closure before we don’t speak, please?’
‘Yes, obviously it’s important that we talk about this.’
‘So, can I come see you when you’re back? I’ll get all of my things out before you do.’
‘I’m scared of seeing your face & falling into your eyes again’.
‘Fine. I’ll reach out’.
Miranda has a roasting pan which you use to place the casserole dish and finally pour the water you boiled earlier, so it reaches halfway in the pan? The recipe is pretty straightforward, so why do you feel so anxious?
At this point the stove has been pre-heated well enough to now bake your breakfast for about fifteen minutes, with regular checks in between.
‘Okay. Thank you.’
‘I don’t want to keep anything else from you right now, so I want to disclose that I slept with Em.’
Well, obviously.
You almost just slept with Miranda and would have if she let you. This isn’t news, you already imagined it, as much as you disliked it.
‘Before Paris’.
Your hands unintentionally slam the door of the oven and start the timer.
‘What the fuck?’.
A new wave of heartache hits you, staring at those two little words flashing on your screen.
You reply quickly, pulling out a bar stool by the kitchen counter to sit and focus on texting her.
‘What do you mean before Paris? When?’
‘When our fake dating started getting headlines and the media was still trying to uncover the brunette mystery’.
‘Then it stopped for some time, after the day you told me you felt attached to me, because I felt it back’.
‘But after we finally talked about phase four, it happened with her again’.
‘Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me this?’
‘I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, at the time’.
‘As opposed to now then is it?’
‘Ray, it was confusing, we were still fake dating through most of it and with Em I thought she was the only real chance I had, until I found out about your feelings for me’.
‘So the day you came to my apt crying saying she slept with someone else, you’d been fucking her regularly?’
Your halfway point timer on the stove is going off, warning you to check, but you miss it.
‘Yeah, I’m sorry’.
‘And the day she asked you to go to the show, that wasn’t her reaching out to you for the first time, like I thought. You two were talking all the time then?
‘Well no, I wasn’t talking to her all the time’.
‘How?’
‘You’ve just said you were fucking for pretty much the whole time we were too?’
Your timer keeps going off, now over halfway.
‘We never talked, we just slept together, not like you and me were talking at the time. It was just sex with her, until Paris’.
‘Did you ever fuck her then fuck me on the same day?’.
Those three dots appear and disappear. You feel as though you’re going to explode waiting.
‘Yeah, a few times’.
‘How many?’.
‘I don’t remember’.
‘Yes, you do! You’re lying to me again.
‘Ray, I’m not lying! I didn’t keep count’.
‘So all those times you’d come home pent up, it’s because you spent all day around her, then she’d be unavailable?’
‘No, I was pent up because of you, I obviously wanted you, but you wanted Miranda. And if she’d offered to have sex with you then you would’ve dropped me in a heartbeat’.
‘That’s not true’.
It’s definitely true.
‘It’s true and you know it’.
‘Oh so, kinda like you dropped me for Emily immediately after I proposed to you in front of the entire world?’.
‘It wasn’t real! You said yourself that phase four shouldn’t end with us being together, remember?!’
‘Obviously I remember Andy! I just don’t recall the part where I asked if you can stab my heart on the same day we’re trying to pull this off!’
‘I told you I wasn’t myself, otherwise I don’t think I would have done that’.
‘You were literally fucking me and Emily Charlton at the same time and didn’t say one fucking word about it. Why should I believe you now?’
‘I already told you that I didn’t want to hurt your feelings and we were figuring things out. You were freaking out over seeing Miranda with Stephen all the time, then you’d immediately have sex with me to sooth yourself!’.
‘I’m not doing this over text with you’.
‘Let me know when you’re ready to meet up and talk’.
‘You’re the one still texting’.
‘You’re being so childish’.
‘I’d rather be childish than a cheating liar’.
‘Whatever’.
You lock your phone only to hear it ping again a few seconds after.
‘You’re still at Miranda’s aren’t you?’
‘So? You’re with Emily.’
‘I’m not with her right now’.
‘Okay?’.
‘I just thought you should know I haven’t slept with her whilst in Paris and I’m leaving for NY today’.
‘Just literally all the other times’.
‘Have you slept with Miranda?’
‘Why, are you jealous?’
‘Yes.’
‘I don’t know what you want me to do with that?’
Three dots appear and disappear a few times.
‘I miss you.’
‘You still lied to me.’
She doesn’t reply after this.
The final timer goes off and you snap out to of your hyper focused thumb war with Andy.
‘Oh fuck!’.
You rush to the stove to open it, releasing some smoke, and thankfully, your breakfast hasn’t burnt. In fact, it looks just right, but anymore time in there and it would’ve been another story.
Someone must be watching out for you.
Your hands feel a bit shaky as you place the Oeufs en Cocotte on the counter. It smells like your childhood and reminds you of happier days.
Your emotions are a mix between frustration, melancholy, nostalgia and the small joy of having actually achieved the recipe.
Tears fill your eyes as you fall into a trance, processing the texts from Andy and recalling old memories of being in your Manhattan home.
It was a year before everything fell apart. You were six years old, lying on your mother’s lap after watching her make this exact dish.
She was still herself and soothed the both of you by playing with your wild hair, everyday.
It was your safest place in the world.
“Maman, qui vous a appris à cuisiner cela?", you asked, already full with the breakfast.
"Ma tante m'a appris, celle avec qui j'ai grandi, tu t'souviens d'elle?", she smiled, smoothing your baby hairs.
“Yes, I remember. Et ta mère?”, you gazed with intent, wanting to understand.
“I did not grow up with my maman, elle était pas assez en forme pour s'occuper de moi", Regina expressed, carefully studying your expression.
“Where is your maman now?”, you pressed on.
You must have looked worried.
“Heaven”, her eyes flashed some sadness.
“Your aunt became your other maman?”
“Oui”.
“She’s a nice lady”.
Regina laughed at your delivery of this, noticing the worry your eyes carried whilst you were trying to be optimistic and kind about her situation.
“Yes, but I will always be your maman, watch you grow and I will teach you many things, my sweet”, she kissed your forehead and tickled your sides, making you giggle until you couldn’t take it.
"J't'ai entendue maman, s'il te plaît!”, you scream laughed in between, begging her to stop.
“Oké! J'voulais juste vérifier si ma p'tite chérie est toujours en toi", she released you, her eyes bright with the mischief you loved so much.
"T'es tout mon monde, Rayna. Tout c'que j'tiens à cœur dans cette vie. J't'aime trop”.
“I love you too maman”.
You snap out of the trance, before resuming setting the table. The electric cup warmers in the kitchen help keep Miranda’s nonfat, no-foam, extra-shot, extra-hot latte hot.
A quick glance at the clock tells you that the older woman will be down shortly.
She’s woken up at the same time during weekends for as long as you’ve known her. Taking her sleep more seriously in the past decade.
You’re feeling giddy having actually pulled it off. It looks like one of your Pinterest aesthetic boards, thanks to her exquisite taste in kitchenware.
Of course you capture it on your phone, for your own memories and a notification pops up mid review of the photos.
‘I did it to protect your heart.’
Andy.
‘And how did that work out?’
‘Obviously not great.’
Anyway, I’m boarding my flight soon. I guess see you in NY. I hope you have a safe trip back home.’ [read]
Deciding you may as well start on the dishes, you scrunch up your sleeves and get to work.
Another ping comes from your phone, but you don’t hear it, having fallen into another trance.
This time of Andy and her lying, cheating, perfect doe eyes looking up at you while kneeling on your kitchen floor, stark naked, her breasts bouncing just a little. And it makes you wonder if she did it for Emily Charlton, maybe even on the same day.
“My my, this is quite the spread”, Miranda’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.
Before you have a chance to turn around, her hand rests on your back and she leans forward, closing in on you to take a look at your face.
The older woman’s bewitching scent pours over you and her skin radiates warmth.
Your cheeks immediately grow hot with this level of proximity from someone who was so far from your grasp for years.
“Don’t do these right now, let’s eat”, her voice is low and her arms wrap around you from behind, helping you rinse your hands, hers over yours.
‘How is everything so erotic with this woman?’.
This is the second time you find yourself holding Miranda’s wet hands. Well, the other way around.
The first being three years ago, at your sink.
You desire to turn around, meet her eyes and challenge her a little, but feel paralysed, like last night when her thumb was rubbing your lips.
She overwhelms you sexually, to the point of being unable to do basic things.
Something about the older woman disarms your dominant energy, making you want to bottom.
Whereas with Andy, all she had to do was bat her big eyes, pout a little and you’d ruin her, taking all of her there and then, without overthinking it.
“Shall we?”, she’s watching your face.
You nod, once again limited in your expression.
Miranda Priestly smiles, releasing you from her hold to dry her own hands with a dishcloth. A subtle redness growing on her face, as if she’s also blushing from being so close to you.
Instead of lingering your gaze on her for too long, you wipe your hands on your trousers, to bring your still hot coffees at the breakfast table.
Both of you sit across from each other as you did during yesterday’s dinner, although you feel more dressed up in your own clothes than her pyjamas.
It’s still not quite a date, but the feeling of safety around her seems to have grown more overnight.
“You forgot your communication device”, she teases a little, sliding you her notebook and pen.
Miranda watches you under longing eyes as you write, focusing on your hands, but you miss it.
{You’re loving this a little too much. It’s not fair}
A warm tingle travels through your fingers when they brush against hers, passing the note.
She laughs after reading it, her head tilting slightly back in a way that looks seductive.
You think she wouldn’t protest if you grabbed her hand right now, but again overthink it in reality.
Did the wine make you that much bolder on the night of your dinner with her and the twins? You were ready to take her by that sink if you could.
“Thank you for this, it looks lovely”, her gaze follows the display of food on the table and her latte, which she immediately grabs.
You can’t help but grin hearing her little sigh of first sip satisfaction. It makes the morning hassle worth it to see her so happy.
Similar to last night, there isn’t much interaction except for the occasional shy glance from you and the curious one from her.
In some ways you have a feeling she prefers the quiet more. She always liked working in silence during your study sessions, so it’s not surprising.
In fact it makes total sense, for a woman who’s always having to voice her opinion all day.
You once told her during your high school years that you’re similar to her, enjoying a quieter companion than Cassidy and Caroline.
Now you wish you could’ve been more talkative, maybe then she would’ve revealed herself to you a little bit more than what she shared back then.
This particular train of thought reawakens yesterday’s moments in her bed.
Your face starts to warm up remembering what she actually whispered in your ear.
‘…when I finally take this needy little cunt.’
It makes you feel wet just thinking about it, her tone and pacing, her sense of control and firmness. She’s so…mm-
[*you can’t quite say it just yet, even to yourself]
Now she’s sitting across from you as if it never even happened. How can she pretend so well?
What if you share your thoughts?
You scribble once again and slide it to her.
{I liked what I heard from you last night…very, very much and I’m already planning our date}
This time she avoids looking up, but she smiles.
Your foot intentionally moves in between hers under the table, not really touching. The tension already feels so palpable.
“Good”, that’s all she replies with, her tone unreadable, but her pink cheeks give her away.
By the time you finish breakfast, you’ve replayed everything she said to you in bed twice over, soaking your own panties.
When you go to clear the table she stops you.
“I’m not above a little manual labour, remember?”, her smile sends butterflies to your stomach.
Of course you remember, but it still surprises you.
You return her warmth, lingering just a little.
“It’s the least I can do”, she adds, already at work.
You still help her, not wanting to be far from her presence. This time being the one to wrap your arms around her while she washes the dishes.
The feel of her body, the quietness, with only the sound of the water hitting both your hands does something to your brain chemistry.
It’s beautiful.
Her breathing changes the longer you hold her in this position. The air feels thicker even for you.
No words are exchanged from her side.
You decide to be bolder, beginning to slowly graze your cheek against hers, until it eventually rubs back and forth, continuously.
Her skin has a softness that feels expensive to touch. It’s delicate, as if it can bruise easily.
She must be enjoying the sensation because she rubs back, like an intimate ‘call and answer’.
At some point you forget the dishes altogether, your hands continuing to tangle under the running tap, dreaming.
‘Just be courageous’.
Maybe you can experience a transfer of power similar to what happened with Andy the first time you had sex. It was such a rush to switch over.
With the water still on, your wet hands move from in between hers to grab her waist, not caring if you wet her top. At first she tenses at the feeling, until you fully wrap around her body, locking her.
For a second, you think when she rests her hands on your arms she’s about to remove you from her, but she stays on top, which is very encouraging.
Just like she teased you last night, you take your revenge. Your lips graze the bottom of her neck, slowly climbing up to her jaw, then ear.
It sounds so hot, hearing the contact you make.
Miranda throws her head back slightly to give you better access, her hands grab your arms tighter.
So, naturally you also tighten your hold on her with each soft kiss becoming more and more firm and audible on her skin.
Her little hums don’t go unnoticed.
She feels perfect in your arms this way.
Your mouth trails up and down, from her ear to neck and back again, until her noises aren’t so subtle. The older woman hisses getting turned on.
One of your hands move up towards her face, to tilt it further to you for better access of her lips.
There’s a little resistance in her.
Her own hand comes up to stop you.
So, you move yours down to feel and squeeze her ass, starting to hike her skirt up with your fingers.
“You’re being naughty”, her voice is breathy and hushed. “I told you my conditions, but you’re making it hard for me on purpose”.
“I need that kiss”, you hear your voice finally come out of your mouth for the first time since losing it.
It surprises you both, she turns around.
Your grip tightens on her waist.
Miranda Priestly’s eyes are so dilated and she appears to be sexually frustrated.
“I think what you need is discipline”, she leans in until her nose is almost touching yours.
“Hard discipline”, she unhooks your hands in one swift move, leaving your little sink bubble and heading out of the kitchen to what seems like a living room space. It catches you off guard.
“Come”, her tone is firm, wrapped with a ‘no nonsense’ attitude around it.
Your feet feel stuck as you imagine she has in mind, the boldness you felt a few moments ago slowly disappearing and replaced by nervousness.
“I won’t repeat myself a third time”, Miranda calls.
“Fuck”, you say under your breath.
You don’t want to test her limits any further.
Suppose you’ll have to figure out how to successfully transfer the power to yourself another time. If it’s even possible with her.
The older woman readjusts herself on the sofa when you finally walk in, as if already impatient.
You move cautiously towards her, like a kitten.
Her unyielding gaze following your every step.
She pats her lap like she did yesterday before playing with your hair. So, by default you resume the same position, your head on her soft thighs.
But, you hear a disapproving tut and a slender hand reaching for your hair, only to grip it in a fist, instead of lightly scratching your scalp.
“I’m not rewarding you for bad behaviour”, she explains, tightening the hold. It honestly feels uncomfortable, but not quite painful just yet.
She controls you this way, moving your head further away from her, until it’s on the armrest. Your body face down and your ass staring up from her lap. She readjusts herself again.
You feel so aroused and anxious all at once.
“Miran-”
“Be quiet”, she silents you, using her work voice.
“Your first lesson will be to do as you’re told”.
“Take these off”, her other hand caresses your jeans, feeling your ass through the fabric and lightly rubbing her fingers in between your legs.
You repress a sudden moan and lift your hips to wiggle your trousers down to your knees.
All that’s left on are your pretty lace panties, feeling absolutely soaked through at this point. You’re scared your juices will run down your legs.
She can probably smell how turned on you are.
“Have you ever been spanked before Rayna?”, her hand cups one of your ass cheeks, jiggling it, as if inspecting and testing for something.
All you want to do is moan out loud.
But you hold it in, barely.
“No”, your voice has a little whimper.
She squeezes firmly, interchanging with the other cheek, until your panties are riding up in between them, pressing on your aching, starved pussy.
Miranda yanks them up even further, giving herself naked access without you having to take them off. You feel like you’ll come soon if she keeps touching your skin and toying with you.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you”, she gives you your first hard slap. It actually hurts and at the same time it travels right to your core.
You bite your bottom lip to stop your sound from coming out. But when she doesn’t continue right away you open your mouth to answer her.
“Miranda I-”
“No no, that wasn’t a question”.
The hand gripping your hair turns your head slightly, making you look back at her.
This time when she slaps you, her eyes are locked on yours. Making it hard for you to stay quiet, what comes out makes you feel embarrassed.
You release a whimpering cry on her third one and catch her lips forming a small smile. She likes this.
Her fourth slap somehow feels harder and more charged, testing your capacity to endure.
“It hurts”, you’re tearing up, your body wanting to both recoil from her and be soothed by her.
“It should”, she coos at you before giving her fifth.
“Please…”, you whimper loudly.
At this point the lines of pleasure and pain are feeling blurred. You want to be able to take it, but each slap stings more than the last.
“I’ll be good”, you manage between your cries, when she hands you her sixth and seventh slap back to back.
“Will you, princess?”, her eighth has you almost screaming, your tears finally roll down sideways on your face, blurring your vision of her.
Miranda’s tone and pacing, her sense of control and firmness. She’s so…
“Mommy, I’ll be good, I promise”, you cry out on her ninth, unintentionally revealing your deepest desire. One which she guessed she already knew.
Somehow this excites her, going in harder for her tenth and final one. She even grunts a little.
“Please mommy…”, your tears continue to fall.
“I’ll be good for you”.
“I’ll be so good”, your voice begging when you feel as if she might just add another hard slap.
There’s silence for some time, as you sniffle and eventually calm. Her grip in your hair loosens just enough for it to not be painful anymore.
She dips her fingers further in until she has access to your scalp.
The older woman begins to scratch lightly, the hand still on your sore ass cheeks now rubbing gentle circles on both.
Your sniffs lessen the more she soothes you this way and you feel your arousal creep up again.
“Perhaps…mommy was too harsh”, she offers, her voice soft on you.
When you don’t answer immediately, she gazes down at your face.
“Do you still want a kiss from mommy?”.
You finally turn your eyes towards her.
“Yes, please”, your voice is shy, feeling slightly embarrassed, but also like a missing piece of you has been found.
The older woman turns you over, so you’re now lying on your back on the sofa, she climbs on top of you, without pulling your jeans up, so you can feel her knee grazing your soaking panties.
You bite your bottom lip to repress a moan.
Miranda leans down until you can feel her full weight on top of you. She’s so warm, her scent envelopes you in a different way in this position.
You’re the on the inside of the sofa, whereas she’s by the edge, leaning on one elbow, to see you.
Her long fingers reach for the back of your neck and you melt straight away in anticipation.
She brings her face down to yours, looks into your eyes and whispers.
“You are so perfect babygirl”.
“You made mommy soak through her panties with your little cries and whimpers”.
“Just perfect”.
“I can’t wait to devour your pretty pussy”.
“But my conditions still stand and you must obey me when I ask for something, okay?”.
“Otherwise, I’ll have to be harsh with you again”.
All you can manage to do is nod, feeling completely paralysed by her energy.
Miranda Priestly then presses her soft mouth against yours, her hand moving to the front of your neck to hold it in place.
It’s a good thing too because you float inside.
Both of you release different kind of moans, hers is ravenous, yours is just ready to be taken.
The level of arousal in this living room feels feral, it does not allow for tenderness, with both of you dying for an orgasm and each other.
You find your tongue quickly inside her mouth, already warring with hers. It’s sloppy and messy and absolute heaven.
That knee of hers casually positioned directly against your hot pussy keeps lightly rubbing into it, without the older woman’s knowledge.
She’s too busy drinking you in to notice.
You start moaning into her mouth, feeling as if you’ll soon burst from the light contact.
Her hold on your neck tightens a little possessively the more you kiss each other.
God, her knee is killing you.
You can’t even warn her, she only realises when your body starts to vibrate underneath her.
You come hard.
All the build up from yesterday evening, mixed with today’s teasing felt unbearable.
Somehow watching you orgasm this way makes the older woman reach her heights, slipping her hand inside her skirt to quickly rub.
You don’t hear her moan because she captures you in another kiss as her body jerks on top.
It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen or done in your life, with anyone, coming so intensely while still fully clothed.
And you don’t stop there.
Your arms wrap around her body to bring her further down on you and she starts dry jumping your jeans, her skirt riding up higher.
The friction is delicious.
Her wet tongue exploring your mouth makes it all the more sensual. You could come again.
She has to know how good it is, so you pull back a little from the aggressive kissing.
“Please mommy, don’t stop”, you whimper against her lips, feeling the build up in your gut.
“Mommy will never stop princess”, she almost grunts, she must be close too.
“You’re gonna make mommy come again babygirl, be a good girl and make me come”, her voice is struggling.
Your hand reaches under her skirt, whilst hers reaches for your panties, both of you rubbing frantically on the wet fabrics.
The sensation is magnified, not lasting no more than thirty seconds before you both violently come. It might be even better than the first one.
She growls, whereas you scream.
A little too loud, because you miss the footsteps and the front door being closed shut.
Miranda slumps down, both of you unable to descend from the high clouds anytime soon.
You wrap your arms around her protectively.
“Holy fuck”, she says quietly to herself.
“Yeah”, you agree.
“Mom? Ray?”, her presence is suddenly made known, making you tense up.
Both of you quickly turn your heads to the living room entrance, to see none other than
“CASSIDY”
“CASSIE”
“Oh my gosh”, she covers her eyes and turns.
“What the fuck is going on?! Someone please answer me!! I texted and called because you told me to not walk in people’s apartments anymore, but you weren’t answering me! So I let myself in”, her voice is panicking and angry.
In the time she’s freaking out, both of you are pulling yourselves together to be presentable.
She walks in the kitchen, her hands shaking.
“Cassidy, please calm down, let’s talk”, her mother is the first to follow her in and you trail behind, both your faces still flushed.
She whips around, hers visibly angry and on the verge of tears.
“We’ll answer everything”, you try to speak, your heart pounding out of your chest seeing her this way. She’s never turned her fury on you.
“Ray! Are you fucking serious?!”, she screams.
God, she has her mother’s temper.
“You and her?! What about Andy?! You proposed like two days ago! Mom! What is happening?! Please, what the fuck is this?!”.
“Ray, go upstairs, let me speak with Cassidy first, okay?”, she turns to you seeing your tears also about to fall.
You nod and run up to the guest bedroom, immediately crashing on the bed to cry.
‘Please don’t hate me’, you repeat to yourself hearing Cassie continue to shout downstairs.
It goes on for so long, you fear your friendship with her is over, like forever.
It’s only after a few hours it feels quieter, until there’s no longer any inaudible voices at all.
You hear footsteps coming upstairs and anticipate anyone. However, when the door opens, it’s Miranda’s head that pokes through.
She immediately comes to cuddle with you on the bed. Her face still in a state of shock.
“Does she hate me?”, are the first words out of your mouth.
You can’t lose your other best friend after Andy.
“Of course not. She just needs time to process it”.
“Right now, I think she dislikes me more”.
“She thought maybe I took advantage of you, that’s what most of her yelling was about. But I told her everything from your side and mine”.
“You’ll have to speak with her another time”.
She sighs heavily.
“I should probably call Caroline, one moment”, she releases you and heads back out into her bedroom.
Whilst the older woman is gone, you cautiously walk back down to the kitchen to grab your phone, feeling terrified of Cassie’s messages.
When you unlock it, it’s nothing of the sort.
She hasn’t yet messaged you since leaving and the only texts you have from her are from earlier asking about how you’re feeling.
‘I’m so sorry Cass, I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how’.
‘Please don’t hate me, can we talk about it?’
‘I’m sorry Cassie, please text or call when you’re ready, I can explain everything’.
She reads it immediately and starts typing.
‘Don’t bother’.
‘Cass, it wasn’t as simple to explain before’.
‘I think I have a crush on your mom and I think she likes me back. What was so hard?’
‘You lied to me for years!’
‘I didn’t want you to look at me differently, I was still figuring things out with my own sexuality and also her’.
‘Bullshit! You could have told me the truth but chose not to’.
‘Do you know how foolish I feel? Knowing the proposal with Andy isn’t even real, after everything we did together to make it special!’
‘I’m sorry Cassie, I didn’t want to hurt you’.
‘Oh, well it’s a little too late for that’.
‘Please don’t text me right now, I don’t want to speak’.
You sigh and turn off your phone.
Suddenly feeling what it might be like to be in Andy’s shoes, in the same way you are with Cassidy. It’s not as black and white after all and it’s hurt whichever side you’re on.
You just hope your best friend doesn’t relapse because of all this. She’s been pretty consistent in her sobriety journey. You can’t be the reason she it all falls apart.
Miranda finds you sat in the kitchen in a trance, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.
She sits beside you, her arms taking you into her warm embrace, making you feel instantly safe.
“It’s alright Rayna, I’ll take care of everything. You need not worry yourself like this”.
“It will work out, you’ll see, okay?”.
“Okay”, you just about manage.
How she will do that, you have no idea.
“When do you go back home?”, you suddenly ask, realising Paris Fashion Week has been over.
“I’m flying back to New York tomorrow”.
“I can’t stay here any more days, unfortunately, but I wish I could a little longer with you”.
She tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her gaze tender and searching.
“Caroline and her wife are expecting the baby any day now. I promised I’d be available for them”.
“Plus, she was more understanding of us”.
“Her exact words being ‘I knew this since high school’”, the older woman chuckles nervously.
There’s quietness as you sit with what happened.
Both of you in your own heads.
“She gives you her blessing”, Miranda adds a few moments later.
“Really?”, your voice feels small.
“Yes, really”, she leans in to kiss your forehead.
Chapter Nine - The Drama
(coming soon)
gays, how do we feel? 🫦😭
this song is bar for bar mommy priestly x reader/rayna
You allowed Lav to take the car to shop where she works at to get it fixed up. You needed it in good shape in order to drive it across the country. She said it would take a couple weeks for it be drivable again. You removed everything from the car and put it inside of your room to go through later. There was even a strange metal box tucked away underneath the passenger seat, which had to be opened with a key that you had yet to find or even began to look for.
"C'mon, Koda." You murmur, leading him into your room after taking him on a walk.
The door clicks shut behind you, locking with a soft click. Your mom hadn't been at the house all day, but it's not like you minded—or even cared. Just meant she couldn't bother you.
Koda jumps onto your bed, claiming his spot. You chuckle at the sight, sitting down on floor and leaning back against the frame of your bed. Koda comes closer, resting his big head against yours. You pull one of the boxes from your father's car in front of you, opening it to peer at the contents inside.
It was just folders and two smaller plastic containers that held what seemed to be more photos. There was also a brown leather-bound journal sitting on top of the containers. You began to go through the contents, looking through the folders and small containers. Inside of the folders was legal documents, a mortgage note, and other legal documents that belonged to yourself, Aaron, and your father. But none of your mothers. You didn't care, but you couldn't help but wonder what your father had planned. You took out your birth certificate and social security card, setting aside. At least you didn't have to spent time looking for it. You don't dwell on the old photographs for long. You kept a few of Aaron and your father, wanting to preserve the memory of them—even if it was just through pictures.
You pause to gaze at one of the photos, your expression softening. It was photo of you inside of the mustang, completely concentrated as you drove the car around the empty parking lot. You remember that day so clearly. How nervous you were to drive the car, the same car your father had grew up with. You remember the way he instructed you outside of the car with your little brother sleeping in his arms, your mother had begun using again and your father didn't trust her anymore to leave Aaron around her. That was two weeks before your father's death.
You sigh, your shoulders slumping as you set the photo down with the other ones. Glancing inside of the box, you grab the last item. The journal. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should really be snooping through your father's stuff like this. But then again, what was there to lose? You undo the bindings, flipping open to the first page. It was all in your father's handwriting, nice and neat as always. It reads:
February 1998. _____________________________
Mandy is using drugs again. She thinks I don't know, but I do. The fact I have to work all the time doesn't help. By the time I come home the kids are already asleep and Trina is passed out on the couch. Thankfully [Name] is there to watch over Aaron. He's a runner, I'm sure he'll be a track star one day. He just started walking last month. Anyway. . .
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The page goes on to talk about how exhausting your father's job is, how the pay is not enough for rent—especially with your mother's drug habit. He talks about possibly quitting before the page ends. You flip through the pages, most of them talking about work and your mother's drug habit until you stumble past the most recent entry. A whole month before his death.
May 1999. _______________________________
I talked to my sister the other day. She sounded happy about the plan, relieved almost. I bought the house in January, everything is going good so far. One more month and then I can finally leave. I'm sure [Name] will be happy, she seems different nowadays. Sadder. I try to cheer her up as much as I can, but I'm working overtime to make sure I have enough money to drive across the country. She's getting older, starting to look more like her mother everyday. The version of her mother that I loved anyway. I don’t know who she is anymore.
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What plan was he talking about? You don't linger on the part about you. Instead your brows furrow in confusion, unsure of this 'plan' your father kept mentioning. Was he trying to escape with you and Aaron? And it seemed as if his planned truly would've worked if it weren't for your mother's unpaid debts that lead to his death.
You flip through the rest of pages of the journal, which are all empty. You hadn't expected to find anything else, he died a month after his last entry. But you do. The very last page contains a short message, still in your father handwriting; yet this time it looks rushed.
_______________________________
I left the key inside of her heart. The place she would never look because it was held by someone else. The person who contains the key also is me, but in a different form and a different me. She cannot reach the key because she has lost her heart. Her heart walks, talks, and breathes but she doesn't think she is the answer to anything.
_______________________________
"What the fuck does this mean?" You whipser underneath your breath, shaking your head in confusion. Who was your father feeling like? Dr. Seuss? Shakespeare?
What key is he talking about? You scratch the back of your neck, pausing to think for a moment. The metal box. The one you found underneath the passenger seat, it requires a key to open it. You blink, springing up from your spot on the floor to grab the box off of your desk. Koda lifts his head, watching with lazy eyes as you move around the room. You hold up the box, the pad of your thumb brushing over the key hole.
"'I left the key inside of her heart'..." You echo your father's words, glancing around your room for some type of hint. Who's heart is he referring to? Whatever is inside the box is clearly important, something he didn't want your mother to find if he hid the answer in a poem. Your mother was never a real fan of reading.
"'The person who contains the key is also me..'" You murmur, your brain working overtime as try to decipher what his words mean. "'..but in a different form and a different me.'"
As in.. one of his kids? A knot forms in your stomach at the thought of entering Aaron's room. You don't have the courage to go in there. You look over to the shelves above your bed, hoping to find answer of some kind, your eyes trace over the multiple knicknacks and trinkets placed on the wooden shelves. Old memories preserved. You pause on the medium sized teddy bear your father had given you when you were a little girl. You named it Pearl. She's dirty by how much you used to carry her around, you took her everywhere. It has a big heart in the middle, with the words 'daddy's girl' printed on the heart.
You move to stand at the side of your bed, metal box still in hand. Koda's collar jingles as he turns his head to watch your every move. You reach up onto your tippy toes to grab the teddy bear down from the shelf, the pad of your thumb traces over the matted fur. You pause for moment, thinking over the words your father had written down.
You set the metal box down on your bed before moving over to your desk to grab a pair of scissors. You turn the teddy bear around, and use the scissors to open it by the seams on its back. The stuffing puffs out, and you see it. A small heart shaped container, hidden in the stuffing. You set the scissors back down, before grabbing the small container out of the bear. This has to be it, right?
You open the container, and there lies a small metal key. Your heart leaps in your throat in anticipation. What is inside of the box that your father went through all of this just to hide it? You move over to sit next to Koda on the bed, grabbing the metal box with the key in your other hand. Koda lifts his big head, watching you with wide and curious eyes. Setting the box in your lap, you use the small key to unlock it. You hold your breath as you slowly open the lid, unsure of what you'll find.
"Holy Shit!" You exclaim, loud enough you're sure your neighbors heard it. Koda tilts his head to the side, a whine leaving him. He was obviously confused by your outburst, not yet understanding the significance of the context inside such a small box.
Inside of the box was three large wads of cash, rolled up and held by a rubber band. Along side was keys and an address with a phone number written underneath it. Your heart pounds in your chest upon your discovery.
How did your father obtain all of this money? You pause, wondering just how much it was. And just then you realize why your father was so desperate to hide it from your mother. Leaving wads of cash around a drug addict with debt from all her different drug dealers—never a good idea.
You pull the paper out with the phone number and address, before shutting the box again. You decide to hide it where you hide everything you own of value, in the loose floorboard underneath the rug in your room. The one place you know your mother would never look. The phone number looks familiar in some foggy way, as if you once memorized it long ago but forgot sometime ago.
"Should I call it?" You ask Koda, turning to look at the large caine taking over your bed. He grumbles at you, turning this head away as if he's ignoring you. You huff, amused by your dog's sassy attitude. "Thanks for the help." You grumble back.
You sit down at your desk, the number still in hand as you grab the telephone off the hook. You dial the number, your heart strumming with anticipation. But what's the worse that could happen? You set the paper down as you listen to the phone ring, the tips of your fingers tap against the desk nervously. Is 8 o'clock too late to call? You wonder anxiously.
Someone finally picks up the phone, and a voice rings out from the line. "Hello?"
A lump forms in your throat as you recognize the voice—how could you not? Your aunt, Tiny. You haven't seen her in years, since your father's funeral. Yet her voice, warm, and motherly in a loving way has always stayed buried in your memory. You clear your throat, trying to force the courage to say something—anything.
"Hello? Is there any one there?" Your aunt asks again. Confused about who could possibly be on the other side of the line.
"Aunt Tiny, it's me.. um [Name]." You speak, your voice small, quieter than you attended it to be. You feel like a little girl again, crying into your aunt's arms after she seen the other bruises you normally hid underneath your clothes. The bruises you've never shown anyone else.
"I found your number and wanted to see if it was still the same." You explain when she doesn't say anything right away. It's silent for a moment, you could only hear your own shaky exhales as you awaited a response.
"Name? I—" Her breath hitches, stuck in her throat before she can continue. "You sound all grown up now.. I haven't heard your voice since—" Aunt Tiny cuts herself off again, not finding it in herself to bring up her brother's death.
"Yeah, I've grown. A lot." You say, your tone laced with dry humor. "Look, I.. I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while. Just until I can get on my feet?" You ask, unsure if she'll even understand what you're truly asking.
"Is your mother still..?" She trails off, leaving the rest of her question unspoken but you know what she is truly asking.
"Yeah." You answer. "I can't stay here anymore.." For the first time ever, you admit that.
"No, I understand. I'm sure I can clear up some space for you and Aaron. The house has been so quiet nowadays anyway." Aunt Tiny says, you could hear the hint of a smile in her tone; that quiet hope.
Aaron. She doesn't know. No one on your father side of the family knows. You grip on the phone tightens, a weird lump forming in your throat that contains the truth. You can't tell her—not like this. She deserves to be told in person. This is your first time talking to her in years.
"That'd be nice." You say instead, your voice strained. "We can talk some more about it all, I still need to figure some things out." You explain.
"Of course, sweetheart. It was wonderful hearing from you again, I really hope to see the both of you soon." She voices, letting the line fall silent.
"Don't be afraid to call." She adds quickly, like an after thought.
You nod, forgetting that she can't see you. "I won't. And thank you again." You utter, staring ahead blankly. It's awkward for a moment when neither of you hang up before the line suddenly clicks, signalling the end of the call.
Your shoulders sag, almost as if a weight has just been lifted off your shoulders. For once, you're not carrying the weight of the world with you. You feel lighter, if only a little. You hang the phone back up on the post, your movements slow and damn near robotic. You step back, the back of your legs bumping into the edge of your bed before you fall back onto the mattress with a soft thud. Rousing the large caine next you. But you pay him no mind as you stare up at the popcorn ceiling above you. Thinking;
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"So, how do I leave?" You ask, breaking the silence between the two of you.
Brandy's words from this morning were stuck in your head. The morning had gone by slow, and it was finally time for your break. Brandy usually tags along with you and Koda when you walk down to the nearby park. You watch as Koda walks around freely, keeping an eye on him. He knows better than to go too far off.
Brandy turns her head, looking over to you as she takes another drag from her cigarette. The smoke leaves her mouth in slow curls in the air, slowly drifting away.
"Make a plan, I guess." She says, flicking ash off of the cherry of the cigarette, her voice hoarse. "Figure out when you'll leave, what you'll use for transportation, how much money you have to get to one place to another, where you'll settle down."
Her words sound so simple, like leaving the woman who has abused you for years will be like quiting a job.
"Oh! And your documents, make sure you have all of your legal documents." She adds, nodding her head.
You nod your head hesitantly, letting her words settle. You let out a mid-tone whistle and Koda comes bounding over. You stand up, attaching his leash onto his collar. "Come on, our break is almost finished." You say quietly, waiting for Brandy.
You watch as she stands up, taking one last drag off her cigarette before dropping in on the ground, smudging it out with toe of her black mary jane’s. The two of you walk side by side, Koda trailing in front of you.
"You got any family you could stay with?" Brandy ask, glancing over to you for a moment.
You pausing, thinking. "Not really, I mean I got an aunt but she lives across the country. Somewhere in Washington state. I'm not even sure if she remembers me or would take me in." You state, shrugging slightly.
Your mother made sure to keep you closed off as a kid, you never had the chance to get to know your cousins or aunts and uncles. Before your father died, you used to hangout with family members from his side of the family when you would visit. But those times happened so long ago, it's no surprise if the people from your father's side of the family don't remember you.
"Try to get in contact with her, you can't be too sure." Brandy suggest, shrugging her shoulders.
"Guess not." You murmur, but you know Brandy heard you.
The diner comes into view, and by the looks of it; lunch rush. You and Brandy glance at each other, mentally bracing yourselfs for the inevitable plethora of rude customers. Quickly, the two of you enter the diner through the back to put your stuff away.
"Stay in here, okay buddy? It's busy on there." You tell Koda, kissing the top of his furry head when he lets out a small whine. "I'll be back."
Lunch rush happens pretty often, despite the lack of people in this small town. Everyone comes here for last minute lunch plans or to pick up their lunch before heading back to their jobs. For the next hour, you move quick to make sure everyone has the right order. You're exhausted by the end of it, food splatters on your uniform and your feet sore.
You walk into the staff room where Koda is still, his big furry body spread out on the bench. You huff at the sight, a faint smile tugging at your lips. You glance at the clock, checking the time. Three more hours until your shift is over.
You bring Koda back out to the front of the diner. He hops onto the cushion of his favorite booth without hesitation. The place is somewhat empty now, just a few regulars and teenagers from the local high school. You move behind the counter, glancing over to Brandy as she flirts shamelessly with her girlfriend. They're so cute and happy, you could puke.
You turn around, looking through the window into the kitchen. "Hey, Bruce." You say, calling out to the chef.
"Could you make me some fries and a fresh beef patty?" You ask. The chef is an older guy, around the same age as the owner—maybe a couple years younger. He has a soft spot for you, plus he's like a father figure.
Bruce grunts, shaking his head. But he doesn't say no as he turns away from you. You smile in victory, moving away to make yourself a milkshake. By the time you come back over to the window, with a milkshake in hand, there's a basket of fries and a plain beef burger sitting in the window.
"You're the best, Bruc-y." You say in a sing-song voice. He murmurs something incorhent back, waving you away.
You're thankful that the only thing frozen is the ice cream. Everything else usually comes in fresh. You grab the food and bring it to the table where Koda is at. You sit down across from the large canine, who perks up immediately at the smell of food. You chuckle at the sight and slide the burger over to him. He devours it in seconds, avoiding the buns though.
Before you can even enjoy your own food, Brandy slides into the seat, invading your personal space. She steals a fry or two, popping them into her mouth. Her girlfriend, Lav, slides into the seat next to Koda, watching with an amused smirk.
"Hey! Go get your own fries. Did you even wash your hands?" You say, not amused as you try to protect your food.
Brandy rolls her eyes, a soft giggle leaving her lips. "Wouldn't you like to know? My hands are clean." She says, wigging her fingers in your face.
You scoff, not believing her words. You could've sworn you saw the two of them sneak away to the ladie's room to do God knows what. "Whatever, keep your fingers out of my vicinity." You say, swatting her hand away.
"What kind of dog did you say Koda is?" Lav asks as she runs her fingers through Koda's thick fur.
"He's a wolf dog, I think. That's what my dad said, found him somewhere in the woods years ago." You say, shrugging slightly as you take a sip of your milkshake.
"Whatever he is, he's huge." Brandy says, stealing yet another fry. You don't say anything this time.
"I swear, he gets bigger everytime I see him." Lav states, a small grin on her lips. Koda growls, clearly taking offense to her words.
You chuckle. "Weight is a sensitive topic for this guy." You explain, nodding towards Koda.
The three of you chuckle at that, but Koda is the only who doesn't find it funny as he sulks silently. The conversation flows smoothly after that, just three friends chatting it up. But Brandy's words still play through your head.
"Make a plan."
You sip at your milkshake silently, glancing out the window at a mustang that looks a lot like the one tucked away in your garage. Your dad's old car.
"Hey, uh, Lav." You start, unsure on how to start this conversation. Without sounding awkward. "You work on cars, right?"
"One, two, three, lift!" Lav instructs, as you and her lift up the garage door. The old door creaks loudly, protesting against the movement.
Lav does indeed work on cars and agreed to take a look at your late father's car. You wanted to see if it was in good condition, and if was drivable and safe.
"Be careful, baby." Brandy calls out to Lav from behind. She's sitting in the bed of Lav's truck with Koda, watching.
The garage door clangs loudly once the two of you finally push it open. You haven't been inside of this garage in years, too many memories with your dad that you wanted to keep hidden inside. It's dusty inside, spiders and other rodents have taken everything over. You step inside, moving towards the lightswitch. You flick it on, looking towards the light above head. The light bulb flickers before coming to life, illuminating the garage.
The garage looks the same, except it's covered in spider webs and dust bunnies. It hasn't really been touched by time. Your father's tools are still where he left them. Everything is the same; except he's not here.
"Where's the car?" Lav asks, pulling you out of your head.
You blink, before walking towards the corner of the room. There's a large blue tarp covering something, but you already know what lies behind it. You pull at the tarp, revealing the old Ford mustang that hides behind it. While everything else has been taken over by dust and spiders, the car is the one thing that seem to stayed untouched.
"Holy shit." Lav says, stepping next to you. "This is a 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1!" She exclaims, clearly amazed.
"I said it was mustang, right?" You say, as you fold up the tarp and set it aside.
"You did, but.. It looks to be in pristine condition, I bet it purrs so sweetly." She explains, as she gives love eyes to the car.
You nod, unsure of what that even means. You move over to your father's work bench, looking through the drawers and boxes for the keys. You pause as you stumble across an old wedding photo, filled with faces that look quite familiar yet you don't remember who is who. The married couple is in the middle, your father stands next to the bride with a younger you on his hip.
You pick up the photo carefully, as if it would crumble away in your hands if you were too rough. In the photo, your father looks young, happy, as he holds his little girl in his arms. On the back of the picture, in your father handwriting, it reads:
Tiny's wedding— 1993 La Push, Washington.
Still can't believe my baby sis is married!
You remember Aunt Tiny. She owns her own baking business, you remember eating her pound cake with your cousins until you puked it all up the next day. Those times were easier, when you were miles away from your mother and had time to actually connect with family.
You glance back over to Lav, watching as she practically drools over the car. Right. The keys. You continue your search, folding the picture into your back packet. You eventually find them hidden inside of a coffee mug. You grab the keys, turning back to face Lav.
"Found the keys." You murmur, walking over to unlock the doors.
The last time you were even near this car was years ago, you still remember the smell of grease as your father worked on it. Giving it some touch ups. This car was one of his most prized possessions. You open the driver's side door, and get inside. The smell of leather and smoke invade your senses, reminding you of your father even more.
The interior is dusty, boxes you don't remember from before stuffed in the backseat of the car. Mice has clearly made the vehicle their home in the seven years it sat vacant. You pop the hood of the car, before getting out of the car again.
"I know it's not a good idea to try and start it, after how long it's been sitting." You say to Lav. You hesitate for a second too long before placing the keys in her hands.
"You can if you need to, you know more about cars than me. I just.." You clear your throat, your gaze lingers on the car.
It hurts to see your father's car taken over by time and rodents. He would've never let it get this bad. It feels as if just yesterday, you and him were sitting in this very garage. Listening to the radio station as he worked on it and you sat in the driver's seat, pretending to drive it. Koda's head sticking out the window, pretending right along side you. He was just a pup back then. But he’s always been an intelligent dog, picking up on your emotions easily.
"I need a moment." You murmur before stepping out of the garage. Lav frowns towards you, but she doesn’t try to stop you. You don't hear Koda jump out of the bed of Lav's truck before he's bounding over to you, ready to offer comfort.
When your father passed, you didn't have time to process it. It just happened. 30 seconds. That's all it took, and he was gone. Pulled into the back of an ambulance you couldn’t afford, leaving you behind after he promised he wouldn’t. You couldn't stop to mourn, to come to terms with his death. You had to take care of Aaron as he was only two years old, and your mother was somewhere on the streets trying to get her next fix. Either unaware or she just didn't care that her own habits had killed your father, the man she once loved.
You sit on the ground on the side of the garage, staring off into space as you try push down the tears that threaten to fall. Koda is by your side in seconds, his big furry body leaning against you. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his fur, wiping away the tears that have fallen.
As you sit there, you start to remember everything about your father that you tried to desperately to bury away. From his infectious joy, to his contagious smile. Just like Aaron. You remember how he would call you sunflower and lift you onto his shoulder to see the world from his view. You never realized how much you missed him and how much Aaron resembled him. You never allowed yourself to see it, to feel the loss of your father.
You were forced to become mature, to be the mother your own mother could never be. Now the little boy you raised was gone too. Killed by your mother's poor choices.
His eyes lit up with excitement, his big toothy smile was contagious. He scurried off to his room, claiming he was going to put on his ice cream eating attire. Whatever that meant. You continued on with your tasks, occasionally staring out the window—daydreaming. Until your dream was interrupted.
The sound rang out and the sound of glass breaking followed loudly, piercing, too close for comfort. Gunshots weren't uncommon in the area where you lived. But this was too close, too loud.
Your body stilled for a second too long as you heard a thump come from your brother's room before another gun shot rang out. Your legs moved faster than your brain could comprehend, you couldn't hear anything over the pounding of your heart in your chest.
Not the sound of your mother's screams, nor your own as you held Aaron in your arms, applying pressure to the wound. Your ears rang loudly as you saw the broken mirror and the gun laying on the floor. You don't remember when the ambulance came, or when they managed to pull you away from his body. Everything went by so fast and you were stuck, still trying to figure what happened.
"I.. I just wanted to be able to—to protect you.." A weak voice whispered in your head as you held nothing.
30 seconds. That's all it took. His heart stopped beating, and his eyes closed for one last time.
The sudden jerk of the bus woke you up, causing you to look around. You don't remember waking up this morning, or getting dressed, or even getting on the bus. That happens sometimes, you start thinking about that day again and you seem to go into autopilot.
Koda whines next to you, resting his head on your leg. You look down at him, resting your hand on the top of his head to pet him. He hates when you get like that. You're there, physically, but mentally? You're gone.
"I did it again.." You state, a hint of disappointment in your tone. You thought you were getting better. "I'm sorry buddy." You whisper, gently scratching behind his ear.
The first couple months after Aaron died, you were like that. Stuck in some sort of a trance. Physically living everyday life as if nothing had happened. School, work, home, repeat. Mentally, you were reliving that day a thousand times over. Unable to grasp reality. You were just there, replaying your brother's death in your head over and over again. You did anything you could to get away from that, partying, drinking, and having sex with any girl who was interested.
You got better eventually, with a lot of help from Brandy, your bestfriend. It was a long time before you were able to sleep at night again.
You stare out the windows of the bus, watching as different buildings pass by. You tug on the cord as the buildings start to get familiar, meaning that your close to your job. The bus comes to a stop, hissing as the doors open. You stand up, holding Koda's leash in one hand and pulling your satchel over your shoulder with the other.
You smile at the bus driver as you step off the bus and onto the side walk. The bruise from last night is sore, but the swelling and pain went down. You get sympathetic looks from people as you walk, older woman whispering as if you can't hear them. You never mind them, it's not like they're doing something to help you. People around here don't care enough to help strangers like that.
You work at this old diner on the corner of 34th and Park St, called 'Ophelia & Rose'. The owner is this nice old man, named it after his wife and daughter. Not many people come but enough that it has stayed in business all these years. It's mostly just bored teens, tourists stopping for a bite, and old heads who stick to their even older habits. The owner, Robert, is nice enough to let Koda hang out in one of the booths. People like him, always wanting to pet him or give him a treat.
The bell chimes overhead as you enter the diner, a few of the regulars are already at their normal spots. You wave to them as you head towards the back of the diner, Koda follows closely behind you.
You enter the small staff room and open the lock on your locker to put your stuff inside. There wasn't always locks on the lockers, but after a couple things went missing, Robert added them.
"Holy shit!" A voice exclaims from the right of you. "Look at your face."
You can't help but roll your eyes at that. You glance over to the figure, taking in the familiar face of your coworker, Brandy. The two of you have been going to school together since Pre-K, yet she always seems so shocked when a new bruise appears. You'd think she'd get used to it, you have.
You grab your apron, tying it around your waist tightly. "I have, am I that beautiful?" You say sarcasticly.
A scoff falls from Brandy's cherry covered lips, her bottom lip juts out in a small pout. "You know that's not what I mean." She says, crossing her arms over her chest.
Brandy is your typical blonde bimbo. Pink everything, huge tits, and a charming smile. Only difference is she's actually very smart, but people always assume she isn't. They see her blonde hair and hot pink everything and think they know the type of girl she is. She has so much potential to make something of herself, to become a doctor or a scientist. Yet she stays in this small town—with you.
You hum, crouching down to take off Koda's leash and hang it up inside of the locker before shutting it and putting the lock back on. "We got into another fight, that's all." You say, as you stand up.
"You can't keep letting her do this to you." She says, her voice softer.
"It's not like I don't fight back. You should see her face." You answer, a hint of humor in your tone. But Brandy doesn't laugh, clearly not finding your words funny.
"It's not about fighting back, [Name]. If you stay in that house, you're going to get yourself killed. Can't you see that?" Brandy's voice is firm, concern laced in her tone.
Her words silence you, reminding you of everything you've lost at the hands of your mother. Your father died because she had unpaid debts due to her drug habits, Aaron died because of her gun. Even if she didn't pull the trigger herself, she was the one who put the bullets into the chamber.
The bathroom fan blares loudly over head, drowning out the sound of the bathroom sink running. You rinse your face off with cold water, the blood from your busted lip turning the water a pink-ish color. The adrenaline from the fight still lingers, your fingers trembling as you turns off the fauet off. As you lift your head, you grab a towel and gently pat your face dry.
You don't particularly remember what the fight was about; but it resulted in a busted lip and another bruised cheek.
This isn't the first time your mother has gotten violent with you. From the time you could utter your very first words, your mother found some excuse to lay her hands upon her daughter. She's hated you from the moment you were born. She just hid it better when your father was still around. Even when you were younger, you knew that's not how mothers should behave. But what could you do? You can't change who your mother is; no matter how many shooting stars and birthday candles you wished upon.
Nothing would ever be different.
Staring at your reflection, a soft sigh of resignation leaves your lips. You barely recognize the person who stares back. 'How in the world will I cover this up?' You wonder, bringing a hand up to gently prod at the forming bruise. You hiss at the slightest touch, flinching away from your own hand. Swallowing down the pain, you shut the bathroom light off and carefully push open the old creaky door.
The door moans softly at feeling of weight being pushed up against it, you pause; your gaze flits over to the figure on the couch. Your mother shifts on the couch, beer bottles surrounding her, a groan leaves her lips, but she doesn't wake up. Thankfully.
With careful, practiced steps, you walk down the hallway quietly towards your bedroom. The whole house smells of cigarette smoke and something else metallic and dark. At the end of the hall is the door to your bedroom, two more doors on the left and right. One leading to the bathroom, the other.. You swallow the lump that forms in your throat at the sight of the door alone.
The sticker letters at the top of the door taunt you, spelling out your younger brother's name. Aaron. He died two years ago, due to your own mother's stupidity. Leaving a gun around the house when a seven year old boy is around is a dumb decision in itself. You haven't had the guts to enter the room since that day. Too scared to reopen what hides behind that door, even though you know the blood has been cleaned up a long time ago.
Holding your breath, you speed pass the door. Your eyes glued to the ground, you push open your bedroom door. The old hinges groan underneath the slightest touch, moaning as you slowly shut the door behind you with a soft click. You lock the door behind you, a habit that's become second nature in the past few years.
Your room isn't much, but it works. A full bed in the corner, a small desk in front if the bed, a large dog kennel to the side of your bed. The room is cramped, too much furniture in such a small space. But somehow? You make it work.
A soft, quiet whine sounds from the kennel, diverting you from your thoughts. Koda. You walk over to the kennel, crouching down to open the door. He comes bounding out of the kennel, like a spring popping out of a tight box.
A small huff of laughter leaves your lips as you move to sit on your butt, watching the way his tail wags in excitement at the sight of you alone. The large canine clammers his way onto your lap, as if he is a small puppy and not a 100-something pound dog. Koda licks over the forming bruise gently, sensing your pain. But even the slightest touch stings, you lean away automatically, pushing away his snout from your face.
"I'm fine." You whisper, scratching the spot behind his ear. But your voice held no real conviction, it came out wobbly and hoarse. If you didn't believe your own words—why would a dog?
Your tongue pokes out, swiping against your bottom lip. The wound stings as saliva enters it but you don't flinch. Your eyes slowly drag over your small room, tired and filled with fatigue. When will this end? The abuse, the fear. For years, you've thought about leaving. Taking all you have and leaving inside of your father's old mustang. It's rightfully yours anyway.
That's all you've ever wanted.
To leave behind this life filled with violence and death. First, your father was shot dead in front of you, then your little brother died in your arms. You couldn't help but wonder who would be killed next. Koda? Or possibly you? Deep down, you knew you didn't want to stick around to find out. But where would you go? How would you make a living? You don't want to spend the rest of your life busting tables to make a living.
So many things hold you back from leaving, but as you look around your janky room, you see nothing that stops you from leaving. Aaron is gone. You've come to terms with that long ago.
You look at Koda, his big eyes reflect your own sadness. A shaky exhale leaves your lips as you run your fingers through his thick fur. "One day." You whisper, your voice shaky with mixed emotions.
"We'll be far away from all of this. Some place nice, where we can both be free and safe." You promise, your tone filled with quiet determination. Koda's ears perk up, seemingly believing your words this time. You're not sure when that day will come, or how you will get there. But, something in your gut tells you that it will happen. Someday.
You glance over to your dresser, looking towards the first drawer. You pause, thinking for a moment before your mind moves faster than your own body. You move Koda off of your lap to stand up. The floor creaking underneath your weight as you move towards the dresser, opening the top drawer. You feel around underneath the fabric of your shirts, until the tips of your fingers meet with the cool metal.
You swallow the lump that enters your throat, guilt festers in your stomach. But the need to feel something real covers the guilt.
⋆ The two of you initially met when you began working for Silco. You were mainly tasked with handling shipments and conversing with potential recruits, and sometimes even rivals. Though mainly, you were recruited for your previously proved loyalty and belief in the cause. Of course, Silco had no knowledge of your odd fixation over his daughter’s hair, if he did, he never would have suggested you work closely with them. And, luckily for you, you managed to maintain subtlety as you secretly fawned over her blue strands.
⋆ Before you had officially met the girl, naturally, you had heard of her; her hair. Her leading physical characteristics being those two long blue braids which touched the back of her ankles, swaying alongside her as if they were their own entities. Even the mere thought of the sight was enough to cause your cheeks to warm as you firmly pressed your thighs together. You’re not precisely sure of the appeal, only that you’ve been aware of it for as long as you can remember. Perhaps its the encompassing nature of long hair, the comfort from it, the way the strands are so pliable and soft wrapped around your fingers, lightly trailing against your skin, causing your lips to twitch into a small smile due to the tickle. And Jinx, she’s something else entirely.
⋆ Finally coming face-to-face with her while on a job was certainly an experience. When you were first recruited, and knew of the girl’s involvement, you were swiftly bombarded with fantasies, and in many of them, you seemed rather forthcoming with your desire. However, once you saw her, you froze. Unmoving, quiet and bashful as your cheeks flushed and you avoided eye contact, but still, you couldn’t help but shyly admire her hair, swaying with her movements, even when slight, and so extremely beautiful.
⋆ Overtime, as Jinx got used to your presence, she would engage in brief conversation, and oftentimes found herself invading your personal space, as she typically didn’t hold any respect for boundaries. You don’t necessarily have an issue with this, truthfully, you quite enjoy it. But, as she slings her arms around you, you tend to feel her hair trailing across your side as her braids swing. Every-time you felt it, you couldn’t help but go still upon the contact, even if it was a fleeting brush against your arm, the warmth blanketed your chest as your shoulders tensed beneath her relaxed hold.
⋆ Soon enough, the two of you had developed into a casual sort of friendship through the job, and along with that, you had been invited around to her place a few times; a workshop placed atop a propeller fan. You had stood awkwardly near her workbench, subtly scanning her belongings, until your sight landed on a hairbrush, painted with her usual neon scribbles. Though, what truly caught your attention, was the blue strands tangled within the bristles. While Jinx didn’t have her eye on you, rambling as she collected various gadgets and weapons that she wished to show you, you quickly pulled a few strands from the bristles, heart pattering swiftly due to the thrill of the act, before wrapping them around your fingers protectively, shoving your hand into your pocket to hide the theft.
⋆ Upon your return home, you didn’t exactly know where to store the strands. For a while, you simply lay on your bed comfortably, hands raised above you as you gently twirled the strands, careful not to snap them. As you took them, you weren’t necessarily thinking of what would come after, you just knew that it was an opportunity that you may never get again, and with the desire to take them for yourself overwhelming you, you simply did it. Eventually, you had decided to place the blue strands in a safe place, finding an old box to place them into neatly, before shoving it beneath your bed, a secret only to be opened in the dead of night.
⋆ After the theft, you were swift to grow more confident. Oftentimes, as Jinx stood before you, you couldn’t help but cautiously reach out, trailing your fingertips down her blue braids gently, revelling in the contact. Thankfully, she never seemed to notice, and if she did, it’s not like she ever mentioned it. But slowly, others were beginning to acknowledge the behaviour. Silco’s workers while on shipment jobs. Sometimes you would catch them glancing towards you as you secretly touched Jinx’s hair. Immediately, you would withdraw your hand, growing embarrassed by getting caught. Much like Jinx herself, the workers didn’t mention anything about it, clearly not caring, which was a relief; in a certain way.
⋆ The more time you began to spend with Jinx, the more access you got to her hair. Of course, you genuinely enjoyed her presence and her charm, how could you not? Still, being able to admire her hair as much as you desired certainly wasn’t a con. Stealing more strands from her hairbrush became a habit each time you visited her place, the thrill that overtook you as you untangled them from the bristles was exhilarating, and later, you felt relief once you added them to the box beneath your bed; a growing collection. One of your favourite things, is when Jinx sits down beside you and her braids would often drape across your lap, which you freely toyed with, wrapping them around your forearms gently, enjoying the odd sense of possession in it all.
⋆ After a while, it’s evident that Jinx was gradually becoming aware of your fixation. She began to purposefully place her braids over your lap, allowing you to play with them whilst simultaneously teasing you about it. “You got some weird obsession I don’t know about?” You dismissed it each time, not being able to bear the humiliation of her discovering that she is in-fact correct. Is it so wrong to find her divine? Possessing hair like hers is rather rare, not only the length, the softness of it, or how it sways… but the rich blue shade that has you melting whenever you’re graced with her presence.
⋆ Somewhere along the line as your friendship developed, you started fucking. The new bond between you was enough to drive you mad. Whilst the two of you were entangled, your hands remained fixated on Jinx’s braids, tugging on them enough to coax a moan and grin out of her, wrapping them around your wrists gently, clutching onto the back of her head, pushing her bangs from her face… She would encourage it. Offering her braids to you, asking alluring questions on how you feel about them: “They’re pretty soft, right?” “You like touching them, don’t you?” “S’okay, you can tell me.” Each time she would speak to you in that manner, so sweetly and somewhat mocking, blue would blanket your vision as you came beneath her.
⋆ Rather inevitably, one day Jinx discovered the box beneath your bed, and by that point, your collection had grown beyond a few blue hair strands. Polaroids of her hair, hair bands and clips, one of her old brushes, and other items you had collected simply because they belong to her; old bomb parts, scraps of fabric, spray paint cans, underwear… She didn’t mean to find it, the box was already peeking out slightly as her boot nudged against it. So, while you were preoccupied fixing her up some orange juice, she made quick work of peering under the bed, retrieving the box before you returned to your bedroom. Her eyes widened in surprise as she surveyed the collection. Particularly, the various polaroids and the locks of blue neatly tied together.
⋆ Amidst her trance-like focus, you strolled in, cup held in your hand as you abruptly paused in your steps, recognising the box atop the bed which Jinx sits beside. “What’s all this?” She had chuckled while you stormed over in a panic, placing the cup down before taking the box from her, shoving it back beneath your bed. “It’s nothing, just leave it alone.” You had said in irritation, refusing eye contact as your face flushed in humiliation, inhaling sharply upon her reply: “Why? That your perv-box, or somethin’?”
⋆ After her discovery, you refused to spend time with Jinx for a short while, overwhelmed by the mortification. You had fantasised about getting caught before, but, the difference was that you were able to control those scenarios. While involved in the fantasy, you were able to manage the details of getting caught in your perversion as you wished, the thrill of it more than enough to get you off. Within your mind, the embarrassment was a pleasure. Although, in reality, you simply felt embarrassment and not much more.
⋆ During jobs, it was clear that you had purposefully been avoiding her. Jinx eventually caught you while working on a shipment, gripping onto your wrist to keep you in place once you attempted to sum up an excuse to leave. “Can you stop avoiding me?” She had demanded. “You’ve got some creepy fetish for me, whatever. Doesn’t mean you gotta ignore me.” Once again, shame struck you upon her words, not quite knowing how to react. “Come over to my place later.” Jinx suggested, moving closer towards you. “I wanna show you somethin’.”
⋆ Begrudgingly, you decided to comply with her request, visiting her hideout in the evening, finding her seated beside her workbench, working on a gadget as she listened to music. Once she noticed your arrival, you inquired about what she wished to show you. As she gently dragged you towards her tent-bed with a smile, you were quick to grow bashful, alongside the burning curiosity about her intentions. Then, she began to slowly undo her braids before you, observing your surprised expression. As her hair was freed from its restraints, Jinx quietly offered encouragement while you cautiously brushed your fingers through the softness, trembling slightly as your breath hitched. Each time you took some of her loose strands for yourself, it seemed so gratifying in the moment; which it was. But, the full thing, so complete and beautiful before you as blue shrouded your hand was beyond what you had ever imagined.
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